Mo Han bit his finger, and a drop of essence blood turned into a black dragon in the starry sky, swimming towards the blood moon.

"Oh, it's the same as my grandfather guessed!"

"It's not enough to be my fiancé in Turin!"

Turin's big eyes flashed with a hint of brilliance, and he muttered to himself.

Mo Han felt a summoning, a summoning from his blood, and the sound of the summoning became stronger and stronger.

Thundered!

A door appears on the bottom of your feet.

This is the moment.

"Whoosh!"

Mo Han dodged and jumped in.

Turin, looking at Mo Han who jumped into the crack, breathed a sigh of relief, the task was accomplished.

"Go!"

Turin, with a soft snort, the blood on his fingertips quickly gushed out, and he must seize this opportunity to obtain the family's lost spiritual skill.

At this time.

Mo Han is deep in, the battlefield of the end of the world, ruins and broken walls, mountains of white bones, blood-colored rivers, and wailing fields.

Poof!

A demon dragon, covering the sky and avoiding the sun, with two wings fanned, two black whirlpools swept in.

There are two black circles on the whirlpool, with teeth and claws, shocking the soul.

Twenty-fifth level Spirit Sect!

Pressure cover top.

Mo Han's sword eyebrows were solemn, and his soul was oppressed.

Sky Wings!

A pair of blood-colored wings appeared behind him, sideways to dodge the dragon's attack.

A dragon's mouth.

A huge black ball burst out, and the void trembled.

Mo Han dodged and dodged, and for some reason, a familiar smell welled up in his chest.

"This is ......," Mo Han looked full of questions.

"Spiritual space!"

"This kind of spiritual skill, it seems that I have seen it somewhere, and now only by destroying the dragon in front of you can I break the enchantment!"

"Hmm!"

At this moment, the black dragon swirled over, its blood-colored jaw, intending to devour Mo Han.

Mo Han roared angrily.

"Look for death!

The fists are blessed with ice flames, burning with flames.

Sky wings, the speed of the spirit!

Transform into a blood-colored arc and blast towards the dragon's body!

Bang!

After hundreds of punches, the dragon's body was riddled with holes, unable to withstand his attack, and exploded.

Suddenly!

The dragon that exploded and scattered, attacking Mo Han from all directions, locked the space.

"This ......," he asked.

Boom!

Poof!

Mo Han's body was hit hard, and he couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of blood.

Poof!

When the black dragon encountered blood, it melted and disappeared.

The picture in front of me turned. into an abyss.

"Little master, I've finally waited for you!"

Mo Han looked for prestige.

On the ancient altar, dozens of cold chains of Xuan Ice were tightly locked with the skeleton of a giant dragon, which was as black as ink and shining with a metallic luster.

The dragon's forehead was a bit hollow, missing a frontal bone.

"Nine Shadow Dragons!, its peak strength is comparable to that of a human emperor!" the Spirit Emperor said in surprise.

"Little master, if it weren't for your essence and blood to wake me up, I would still be immersed in a dream, and finally go to death!"

The skeleton of the dragon emits a fluctuation of divine consciousness.

"You are?"

"I am the supreme of the dragon realm, following the master, fighting in the south and the north, with countless achievements, and finally being framed and sealed here!"

"And your master, not my father?"

"Yes!"

"Father, where is he now?" Mo Han asked eagerly, when he opened the primeval dragon vein in his body, his father's message was unsettling.

"I don't know, the old master is alive or not, judging from the situation at the time, it is dangerous!"

"What the hell did you encounter?" Mo Han wanted to know his enemy, the pain of extermination.

"Old master, I told you, if I see each other, you must reach the supreme position before you can tell each other!"

"Why?

Mo Han cried sadly, for his own sake, my father arranged for the Spirit Emperor to be a teacher and the Nine Nether Dragons to be an assistant, and my father loved me deeply.

"Little master, I can feel the fluctuation of the demonic dragon's breath in your body!"

"Well, I came to the Spirit Void Academy to find a way to control the Demon Dragon Spear!"

"What?

"Yes, forged from the bones of the Demon Dragon!"

"Heaven help me, damn Demon Emperor, I want to seek revenge on you!" the demon dragon's sad and angry voice continued for a long time.

"The Dragon Emperor main bone of the Demon Dragon Divine Spear is forged from its bones!" said the Spirit Emperor.

"The Dragon Emperor, who can be called the emperor, was actually smoked by someone to make a dragon bone as a gun, how strong is my father's enemy!" Mo Han was shocked.

That's when it happened. The dragon said.

"My other half of the spirit seal is sealed in the Star Sea of the Spirit Technology Pavilion!"

"If I can get it, its spirit seal, I will be able to control the Demon Dragon Spear, I wish you a hand. ”

"Okay!" Mo Han nodded in agreement.

"I don't have much time, you merge my spirit seal as soon as possible. ”

The dragon's voice grew weaker.

A dragon-shaped spirit mark floated out from between his eyebrows. ”

Mo Han's hand stretched out, landed in the palm of his hand, and melted into the palm of his left hand, and a faint sound of breathing came out.

Rumble!

The bones of the dragon, shattered and turned into powder.

"The value of the Nine Nether Dragons, as well as the clues of my father, is more significant than any spiritual skill, not to mention that the Nine Nether Dragons themselves are super powerful existences!"

Mo Han thought to himself.

"Let's go!" the Spirit Emperor urged.

Boom!

The door above the head heals slowly.

Mo Han turned around and left, and suddenly in front of him, a black cage appeared, and the spiritual power in his body passed quickly, and there was a faint sound of curses.

He punched it, shaking for a while, but it didn't break in the slightest.

"Spell Cage!" the Spirit Emperor said in shock.

"Hmph, little rabbit cub, my uncle is right, you are really a peerless genius, but today, in this bloody hell, you will definitely die!"

"My uncle's spell is unsolvable!" Jiang Feng said happily.

He attacked and killed him here, it can be said that he didn't know it, even if you are a genius of any family, there is no proof of death.

Mo Han, with a murderous intent flashing in his eyes, Jiang Feng repeated it five times, wanting to kill himself.

"Jiang Feng, you are looking for your own death, don't blame me!" he said angrily.

"Heh, don't be a fool and dream, don't look at your current situation!"

Mo Han's sword eyebrows were solemn.

Jiang Feng only needed to control himself, the door above his head was closed, and he would definitely die.

"Huh, do you think you can rely on me?" he said disdainfully.

"Waste, I want to die! And so much nonsense!" Jiang Feng sneered.

Now.

Mo Han slowly stretched out his right index finger, and his fingertips were as black as ink, shaking in front of Jiang Feng's eyes.

"Heh!

Jiang Feng didn't know what this pitch-black index finger was, and how would he feel if he knew that it was the most evil spell.

Then.

He lightly pointed his index finger on the trapped beast cage, and a trace of black spiritual power gushed out.

Poof!

With the fingertips as the center point of the circle, it spreads in all directions, and the evil runes are all over the cage, cracked and broken.

"Ahh

A painful sound came from the mouth of a white-haired old man, who was in a secret room around the corner of the Spirit Void Academy.

"Old Jiang, what's wrong with you?" Jiang Lou eagerly ran in from outside.

The white-haired old man in front of him, with black incantations on his face, was miserable, his blood was dried up, and he was dead.

He is the Jiang family, the best spell master.

"Spell!" Jiang Lou said in surprise.

Jiang Lao, who harmed people with spells, and finally died on spells.

At the same time.

"Ice Lotus Fury!"

Countless rain of swords shot towards Jiang Feng.

Poof.

Although Jiang Feng tried his best to block it, he was hit hard.

"Whoosh!"

Mo Han turned to leave, looked back, and always felt that something was wrong.

"Humph!

Jiang Feng was seriously injured and escaped by secret methods.

Outside the Psionic Tower.

"I got the Xuanjie Spirit Seal!"

“......”

It's lively and full of joy.

"Did he succeed?" said Turin, worried. He knew the dangers.

A stick of incense has burned to the last moment.

"Alas, it looks like he's failed!" said a short, thin old man to himself.

"Heh, look at the missing Mo Han!" Jiang Lou showed a mocking smile in his eyes, he was sure to die.

The door of the Psychic Pavilion slowly closes!

This is the moment.

Whew!

A black shadow, as fast as lightning.

Appear in front of everyone. The sword eyebrows are like swords, and the face is as white as jade.

Mo Han!

"Heh, he really did!" the short, thin old man turned around and disappeared.

"Heh, good job!" Turin stepped forward with a pale face to congratulate!

Mo Leng walked away indifferently and glanced at Jiang Lou. Jiang Feng's hunting of himself has nothing to do with him.

Mo Han glanced back at the Spirit Skill Pavilion, and the plaque at this time had a slight crack.