Then she took out a brocade bag embroidered with a red lotus pattern and put the glass bottle inside. Finally, solemnly place it in the space ring. Be careful throughout the whole process, for fear of damaging Yang Wu's reverse scales.

Mu Tianxin frowned slightly, Yang Wu must have something unspeakable, but at least, she treats Mu Xiyu sincerely, so they should also trust Yang Wu.

"Xiaoyu, just like Yang Wu said, she will definitely protect Yan'er. When the time comes, we should naturally understand the truth of the matter. Mu Tianxin walked to Mu Xiyu's side, gently put her jade hand on her shoulder, and comforted her softly.

"yes, I know." Mu Xiyu's voice was a little choked and nodded.

Lou Qianmo and Mo Yuye quietly put their beloved woman and beloved daughter away, with distress in their eyes.

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At the same time, on the other side, the main shrine, the cultivation room, and the contract space of Mu Xiye.

Lying on its stomach was a resting behemoth, with a snake body, a crocodile head, lizard legs, eagle claws, a snake tail, antlers, fish scales, and a whisker at the horns of the mouth, which was a typical oriental dragon.

The body of a dragon as black as the night, covered with hard, reflective black dragon scales; Its horns are translucent, and there are colorful streamers circulating in them, shining brightly.

The golden dragon's whiskers fluttered rhythmically in mid-air with its breath.

Suddenly, the black dragon seemed to be awakened, groaning in pain, and a pair of purple-gold dragon eyes opened instantly, obviously full of wild vertical pupils, but at this moment there was human grief and distress.

"Sun Dance..." Yuechen muttered softly.

Yuechen secretly mobilized her primordial divine power and communicated with Yang Wu's soul.

In the Mu Xiyu contract space, a white oriental young dragon the size of an adult's head was lying quietly.

Her dragon body was covered with white dragon scales, except for the neck where one seemed to be missing, revealing reddish soft skin.

In the translucent dragon horns, there seems to be a colorful streamer flowing continuously, as if it contains an aurora, which is extremely beautiful.

The short golden-red dragon whiskers collapsed weakly on the side of her mouth, her breathing seemed to be nothing, and she looked very weak, which made people feel pity.

She is Yang Wu, in fact, she was already in the form of an adult dragon, but because she pulled out her reverse scales, her cultivation plummeted and she changed back to the state of a young dragon.

Yang Wu slowly opened the dragon's eye, the purple-gold dragon's eye, glowing with the water that was like nothing.

In her mind, the voice of the moon suddenly sounded.

'Yang Wu, you actually pulled out your own reverse scales, although you are still Mu Xiyu's natal contract elf, but after all, her current soul compatibility with you is not as good as before·······

Yuechen felt worthless for Yang Wu, a divine beast like them, the reverse scales no longer needed to be replaced.

Therefore, for them, the reverse scale is not only a weakness, but also a convergence point for all cultivation.

If other ordinary Divine Dragon Clans do this, they will directly lose half of their cultivation.

In other words, if you cultivate the gods for 10 million years, your strength will drop directly to when you were five million years ago.

Fortunately, the reverse scales can grow again, but it will take a long, long time, at least 100 million years.

So, no dragon did such a stupid thing at all.

Yang Wu, you can't rely on yourself to be stronger than an ordinary divine dragon, just be so impulsive. It's okay now, your efforts for so long have been directly in vain. Yuechen said with hatred of iron.