Seeing Long Huai's figure disappear in the magma sea, Han Feng let out a long breath, and the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, with a hint of evil smile.

"Finally scared this cheap dragon away!"

After Han Feng muttered a word, his figure flashed again, and he came to the golden dragon's side.

Slowly approaching the golden dragon, Han Feng's eyes swept over the golden dragon's body, and found that the golden internal organs that came out of the golden dragon's abdomen were faintly squirming.

"It's still alive," Han Feng whispered to himself, "Do you want to save it or not?"

After all, this golden dragon also belongs to the dragon clan, in case it is revived and bitten back, it will really outweigh the loss, but if it is not saved, it will definitely die!

Just when Han Feng was hesitating and swaying in his heart, a tearing pain suddenly came from his forehead, and then the jade-clear emerald lotus platform flew out strangely, and then a shocking aura spread out from the lotus platform.

"Whew!"

With a loud low roar coming from inside the lotus platform, a winding and circling golden figure suddenly appeared in front of Han Feng.

It was a five-clawed dragon with a golden body, and the scale armor on the dragon's body was like a piece of gold leaf that had been inlaid with it, shining with dazzling golden rays, and the dragon body under the golden mangs was filled with an ancient vicissitudes of life, which made people feel a kind of ethereal, as if it was difficult to really see through a veil.

Looking at this scene, Han Feng looked extremely shocked, he couldn't have imagined that a dragon would fly out of the lotus platform.

"Master, don't worry, it's just a dragon soul!" Just as Han Feng was extremely shocked, a faint voice from the Heavenly Weapon Soul suddenly came from within the sea of knowledge.

"Dragon Soul?" Han Feng calmed down when he heard this, and then he realized that the golden dragon hovering above the lotus platform did not seem to be a real flesh-and-blood real dragon, and he couldn't help but ask curiously: "Senior, how can this dragon soul appear in the Lingyan Lotus Platform?"

"Master, do you remember the soul arrow you sent out with all your strength before!" said Soul Zhan Tian lightly.

"Remember!" Han Feng nodded, although Han Feng was drowsy at the time, he still remembered the soul arrow he sent out very clearly.

"Master, when you sent out the soul arrow, Long Huai also threw out a golden magic core, this dragon soul is the golden magic core conjured up, generally the dragon emperor has a dragon soul in the magic core, also called the dragon emperor's qi, if it is not for its close relatives encountering great difficulties, the dragon soul will not break out of the core!"

Han Feng was puzzled when he heard this, and asked, "Why?"

"Because as soon as the Dragon Emperor's qi comes out, it means that the descendants of its vein will no longer be members of the royal family in the future, I think that the injured golden dragon should be the only direct bloodline of this golden demon core, otherwise the demon core will definitely not gamble with the fate of the dragon clan and release the dragon emperor's qi. ”

Han Feng couldn't help but sigh when he heard this, recalling the conversation between Long Huai and the man with the gun before, Han Feng finally knew the origin of this golden demon core at this moment, and at the same time he was angry at Long Huai's act of digging and stealing.

At this moment, the dragon soul let out another long roar, and then the huge body expanded and contracted, and the huge and hideous head came to Han Feng with a gust of wind and howling.

The next moment, the dragon soul's eyes stared at Han Feng like a bronze bell for a long time, and he didn't know what he saw, and the big tears of his fist suddenly trickled down his cheeks, and his voice trembled and asked, "Xiaoyou, is your surname Han!"

The sound of the dragon soul was like thunder, shaking the dust on the top of the main hall.

Han Feng couldn't help but be stunned when he heard this, he hadn't mentioned that the dragon soul was conscious, could speak, and shed tears before, but what surprised Han Feng even more was that the question asked by the dragon soul in one mouth.

After breathing a sigh of relief, Han Feng said: "Senior, junior's surname is Han, called Han Feng, how did you guess it!"

The Dark Moon Continent has a population of tens of billions, many families, and many surnames like stars in the sky, and in the Wind Thunder Family, the old man who was caught by the law looked at him and knew that his surname was Han, if it was only because of his mother's relationship, at this moment, after this dragon soul saw him, his expression was excited, and he opened his mouth to ask his surname, again and again, again and again, it was not accidental. Recalling the statue in the main hall that was exactly the same as himself, Han Feng thought to himself, I have a relationship with the person in this statue.

Just as Han Feng was pondering, the dragon soul said again: "Little friend, this is not a guess, because you have the breath of my master!"

At this time, Han Feng was even more confused when he heard this, and asked again: "Senior, is your master the person carved by the statue!"

The dragon soul nodded, and then turned his head to look at the dilapidated statue, and there was a little more anger in his eyes. After a long time, Long Huai took a long breath and said: "Feng'er, you should be Uncle Long Ao, and the injured one is really my son, who is also your brother, it is called Long Xiang!"

Looking at the slightly excited face of the dragon soul, Han Feng suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of trust in his heart, and then asked, "Uncle Long Ao, who is your master!"

Hearing Han Feng's question, the dragon soul suddenly sneered and laughed, and after a long time, he stopped laughing, and then asked, "Feng'er, is your mother Su Xiwen!"

Han Feng was stunned for a moment, and then nodded.

The dragon soul said again: "Feng'er, your current strength is too weak, there are some things that Uncle Long Ao told you in advance, that will only harm you, maybe your strength has stepped to the peak of this world, your mother will tell you!"

Saying that, the dragon soul sighed again and continued: "Feng'er, my time in this world is running out, Uncle Long Ao will hand over Long Xiang to you in the future, I hope you can treat it well!"

Hearing this, although Han Feng was a little annoyed in his heart, he had completely believed what the Dragon Soul said at this moment, and immediately nodded and said, "Uncle Long Ao, please rest assured! I will defend it with my life in the future!"

The dragon soul shook its huge head when it heard this, and said kindly: "Feng'er, you can say this, Uncle Long Ao is really happy! However, anyone in this world can die, including my son Long Xiang! But you can't die! Please keep this in mind at all times." ”

Han Feng was puzzled again when he heard this, and asked, "Uncle Long Ao, why is this!"

The dragon soul listened to Han Feng's question, and did not answer directly, but turned his head to look at the half of the statue, and there was a trace of loneliness and desolation between his eyebrows.

After a long time, the dragon soul gradually woke up from the memories, and there was a trace of bitterness at the corner of his mouth: "Feng'er, your life is full of uncertainties, and no one can say what your future will be, but you have carried the revival of a sect and the perpetuation of the cultivation world! Therefore, you can't die! You have to keep this sentence in mind! Okay, I won't say much else, you will slowly understand it yourself in the future!"

"The revival of one sect and the perpetuation of the cultivation world!"

Just as Han Feng was confused when he heard this, Long Huai suddenly let out a terrible long roar, and then his huge body circled, turning into a golden ray and shooting towards the injured golden dragon on the ground