The purple-golden dragon raised its head to the sky and let out a long roar, and the sound of the rolling dragon groan shook the entire forbidden land, and a powerful coercion spread.

After the dragon groaned, the golden dragon eyes glanced at Ming Mo, and then rushed towards Ming Mo, and Ming Mo smiled slightly, without any resistance, and let the dragon pounce on him, the purple gold mark in the center of his eyebrows shone brightly, and the purple scale and silver belly dragon drilled into the center of Ming Mo's eyebrows.

Immediately, a strong momentum rose from Ming Mo's body, and the aura within a radius of 10,000 meters frantically converged towards Ming Mo's side at this moment. Ling Shuangyan, who was not far away, didn't know that this was aura, but she had never seen this kind of weird energy, and it was very similar to the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi, so she thought it was the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi.

The aura gathered together to form a huge storm of aura, wrapping the ink in it, constantly washing the body and meridians of the ink. Under the nourishment of aura, the momentum on Mingmo's body became stronger and stronger, and the momentum became more and more ethereal. The huge aura continued to pour into the dantian of Mingmo, turning into spiritual power, washing the meridians of Mingmo.

Lingyan Jue continued to run, and the momentum on Mingmo's body continued to increase, and finally, after a quarter of an hour, the momentum on Mingmo's body no longer increased, as if it had broken through a certain critical point, like a flood that broke the embankment, and the momentum soared again, and then slowly subsided, and if you looked carefully, Mingmo's breath was even more ethereal, making people look like flowers in the fog, and they couldn't see the result.

Smiling slightly, looking at Ling Shuangyan not far away, Ming Mo smiled: "Thank you for helping me protect the Fa these days!"

"Don't think too much about it, I just don't want you to die at someone else's hands. ”

Looking at Ming Mo's gentle smile, Ling Shuangyan's heart trembled, and then said coldly, "You have advanced again?"

"Well, I have entered the first order, and now I am the strength of the Heavenly Nine Realm. ”

Ming Mo smiled faintly and said.

Knowing that this is her character when she speaks, Minmo won't care.

"What is that Spiritual Fire Transformation Source Beast just now, it looks very strange and noble!"

Ling Shuangyan asked coldly, the dragon condensed by Ming Mo gave her a great shock, if it was a dragon, it was not like it, anyway, the dragon of the Divine Grace Continent was not like this, that noble posture, arrogant momentum, and streamlined and beautiful body all made her feel a deep shock, so she wanted to know, what kind of source beast was it.

"Source beast, hehe, even if it is a divine beast among source beasts, it is just an ant in front of it, this is not a source beast. ”

Hearing this, Ming Mo couldn't help but smile, how could the divine dragon of Huaxia be comparable to the source beast.

Looking at the sky with his eyes, Ming Mo said indifferently: "This is a national belief, a totem, if it is a real body, even the gods of the god realm will not be its opponent." ”

As he spoke, his words revealed a sense of incomparable pride, this is the totem of Huaxia, a divine dragon that no source beast or divine beast can match.

Looking at the proud expression on Ming Mo's face as she spoke, Ling Shuangyan seemed to understand something, but for what Ming Mo said, even the gods were no match for this strange creature, Ling Shuangyan didn't believe it, because in her heart, the gods were invincible, and no creature could compete with the gods.

"Are you of that nation?"

Ling Shuangyan looked at Ming Mo and asked lightly.

Although she didn't know what nationality Ming Mo was talking about, she could see the attachment and pride in Ming Mo's eyes, which came from the heart.

Glancing at Ling Shuangyan, Ming Mo didn't speak, just looked at the sky quietly, I don't know if there is a chance to go back in this life, if I can't go back, let myself be on this continent, write the glory that belongs to the descendants of Yan and Huang. And Ming Mo's silence seemed to Ling Shuangyan to be a tacit acquiescence.