"So where did your true dragon power go? You think Zu Long's true anger is! Hearing Zhan Wuji curse himself incessantly, the system also replied.

"That's right, it's 'Ancestral Dragon True Qi'!" Zhou Yuan said lightly.

Zhan Wuji suddenly realized.

At the moment when he got the ancestral dragon's true power, he was still very happy with this harvest, the ancestral dragon was the old ancestor of the dragon clan who killed all the true dragons, as long as he brought out the ancestral dragon's true power, this ice dragon would definitely be obedient.

"Xian'er, go back quickly!" Hurriedly shouted.

Zhan Wuji hurriedly stopped Mo Xian'er and continued to fight with the ice dragon.

But now it seemed that it was too late, and the ice dragon rushed over with lightning speed, and Zhan Wuji didn't make any movement at all.

And when Zhan Wuji spoke, Mo Xian'er was distracted and was swept away by the tail of the ice dragon.

And Mo Xian'er's figure was also shaken back.

"Sister Xian'er!" Said softly.

"Ice Dragon, I think you're tired of being alive!"

Zhan Wuji jumped like thunder, his eyes were red, and he jumped like thunder.

"Break it for me, Ancestral Dragon True Power!"

At this moment, a giant dragon phantom slowly appeared behind Zhan Wuji, it was a real golden dragon, a few points larger than that real dragon.

This is an ancestral dragon phantom, several times larger than that ice dragon.

"Roar!" A loud roar rang out.

The Ancestral Dragon Phantom roared, and the Ice Dragon suddenly froze there, lying there, and faint hissing sounds continued to come out of its mouth.

That icy true dragon was actually shocked by the ancestral dragon's phantom.

The moment Zu Long's true qi was released, even she had an irresistible illusion.

"Cloud ...... War! ”

Mo Xian'er snorted.

She was also injured now, and it would be difficult for her to resist if the cold dragon attacked again.

Zhan Wuji no longer paid attention to the cold ice dragon and flew straight towards Mo Xian'er.

"Xian'er, it's me who is bad, what's wrong with you?

Zhan Wuji looked guilty, if it weren't for him, Mo Xian'er wouldn't have been injured so badly.

"Out of the way, Zhan Wuji, you... How? ”

Mo Xian'er suppressed her breath and pointed at the Ice True Dragon.

"This is the true qi of the ancestral dragon, all the dragon clans must bow down under this force."

Zhan Wuji said again.

"Master, this Ice True Dragon is not pure, it belongs to the mixed race, and belongs to the xenogene."

The sword spirit of the "Sword of the Primal God King" Xiao Ling said suddenly.

"Huh! How can you tell? ”

Zhan Wuji was slightly stunned, as if he didn't expect that Xiao Ling would also know about it.

If an impure Frost True Dragon has such a strong strength, then how strong will a pure True Dragon be?

"Well, I'm the Primordial King's Sword, and I've got a trace of dragon blood, which I can easily see."

Xiao Ling said in a milky voice, but it was quite cute.

"Sister Xian'er, what are you doing here?"

Zhan Wuji suddenly realized, and then remembered why this ink girl appeared in this frozen land.

I didn't tell her about this.

Zhan Wuji's question made her heart tighten.

"I ...... I...... I'm here for ......! ”

Mo Xian'er said so much and didn't say it clearly, which made her even more anxious.

It's on.

"Huh! Why? ”

A faint smile appeared on the corner of Zhan Wuji's mouth, and he asked a few more questions.

He had a vague idea in his heart, but he was not sure.

Looking at Zhan Wuji's face, Mo Xian'er's face flushed with a faint flush, of course she wouldn't tell her, she was just worried that Zhan Wuji would be hurt, so she followed.

She would never have said such a thing.

"Zhan Wuji, you don't need to say much, I didn't follow you, I just came in by mistake, and I didn't know that you were here."

Mo Xian'er spoke eloquently.

Zhan Wuji smiled dumbly when he saw her.

Xian'er, what is the difference between you doing this and committing suicide?

"Zhan Wuji, so good, what are you laughing at..."

Mo Xian'er didn't finish speaking, but she was taken aback by Zhan Wuji's actions.

"Thank you, Sister Xian'er."

Zhan Wuji hugged Mo Xian'er, Mo Xian'er grew very tall, about one foot and seven feet, but at this moment, he buried his head deep in Zhan Wuji's chest.

In the past few days, Zhan Wuji has grown very quickly, and his height is close to one zhang nine.

Burying her head in Zhan Wuji's heart, she felt unprecedented peace, slowly closed her eyes, and felt the beauty of the moment to the fullest, a crystal teardrop flowed from the corner of her eye, but it only flowed down.

She longed to be like this forever.

"Oh, Sister Xian'er, come with me."

Zhan Wuji suddenly realized.

One hand grasped her soft little hand, and her figure flashed, and she left from here.

In the next moment, they had arrived at the world where Zhan Wuji was.

"This is!"

This scene made her stunned.

——Looking at the starry sky, looking at the peach grandchildren in the sky.

"This is my world, are you still satisfied?"

Zhan Wuji replied with a smile.

"Uh-huh!" Nodding.

Mo Xian'er nodded, her eyes shining with joy.

"Follow me." Speak.

Zhan Wuji dragged Mo Xian'er to the "Wangxian" tree.

"This is...... This is the fruit of the immortals! ”

And Mo Xian'er was stunned, she never expected that Zhan Wuji would actually have a complete Wangxian fruit.

At this time, this Wangxian fruit finally ripened.

He gave her two fruits.

"Xian'er, it's time for you to rest."

Zhan Wuji put Mo Xian'er on the chair, and a girl's voice sounded from behind the two.

"Rake rake!" A crisp voice rang out.

"Okay."

Walking over quickly, he plunged headlong into Zhan Wuji's chest.

"Little Mengzi, where are you? I didn't even see you the last time you came. ”

"yes, that's what I thought, too." Zhan Wuji laughed.

"Hehe, rake, aren't I practicing?"

Meng'er said in a coquettish voice.

After Zhan Wuji finished speaking, he turned to Xian'er and said, "You can stay in this small world to recuperate." ”

Mo Xian'er nodded, took out a Wangxian fruit, and took it directly.

After a few flickeres, Zhan Wuji had disappeared from this small world.

And the ice dragon was still lying at the mouth of the cave, motionless.

Zhan Wuji took a step forward, and the skull of the chilling true dragon always hung down, unwilling to raise his head.

But the frost dragon still lowered its head and said to An Lin.

"Meet your lord!"

The Ice Dragon snorted.

"Lord?" Yun Ruoyan looked dazed.

How did she become the owner of this ice dragon?

"Yes, my lord, you have the true qi of the ancestral dragon, and you are naturally the king of our dragon clan!"

"Even if you are our leader, you must bow down before you."

The Ice Dragon said in a deep voice.

"Why do you want to protect this cold fire?"

Zhan Wuji asked puzzled.

"Master, this is for my master."