"Roar!!"

After a few breaths, a dragon groan came from the summit again, as if it had promised something, or made some decision.

At this moment, Phantom Ying completely lost his memory, and together with the other two dragon souls, he completely dissipated between heaven and earth.

And the Great Xia Dragon Sparrow has completely recovered to the appearance of the earliest bronze broadsword, and there is no longer the power of the dragon soul.

"Hey......"

Mo Chen sighed, a little embarrassed, and a little relieved.

He thought that this was the end of the matter, but he didn't expect that a giant dragon with two golden bodies flew away from the main peak of Buzhou Mountain, and the two coral-like golden horns bloomed with a golden luster under the dark sky, and the dragons below the mountain retreated into the cave in fear.

The dragon venerable turned his head sideways, and the desolate dragon mound was reflected in his pupils, and the scenery was gilded with a golden glow like the morning sun in his eyes.

The supreme lord of Buzhou Mountain fell on the Silent Ming Platform, and the dragon's body disappeared into the air when it flew in, and the crimson clouds suddenly turned into flying golden silk, rolling like clouds to wrap the naked boy's body.

The Dragon Venerable stepped barefoot on the land stained with dragon blood and opened his eyes.

The powerful momentum struck in an instant, this is a kind of undisguised contempt, Mo Chen's soul is like a lonely boat in the vast sea, and it will be rolled into pieces at any time by the dragon power of the dragon venerable!

Ink Dust instinctively took a step back.

Neither side spoke, but it was Mo Chen's action that triggered the urge to kill in the bottom of his heart, and he stretched out his five fingers and grabbed it casually.

When he landed, he only heard Mo Chen's scream, making a bone cracking sound, and he fell to the ground.

"Let him go!" The woman in white had a frosty face, as if she didn't expect that Longzun would do this.

The dragon venerable said coldly: "What are the low-level creatures who imprisoned the dragon soul doing in Buzhou Mountain?

Mo Chen was like an ant in front of this overwhelming dragon power, and the dragon venerable mantle casually flipped his palm in the air, turning him over and pressing him down again. After a few breaths, the blood in Ling Zi's mouth and nose spurted wildly, and his bones were shattered into 10,000 pieces.

The eyes of the dragon venerable were looking at Mo Chen, as if he was looking at flowers and trees, and even stones on the side of the road.

Mo Chen's eyes were red, and he let out a cry of pain and anger, wanting to use the dual elements in his body to resist.

But this is meaningless in the face of a huge difference in strength.

"Ye Ye, I'll say it again!Let go of this mortal!" The woman in white hissed and roared, and the heavens and the earth changed, and the rich aura around her seemed to have been detonated, forming a splendid river in an instant, and condensing a dragon claw like gold in front of the woman: "The agreement I made with you before that little baby died just now, not to make a move on mortals, since you agreed, you still broke your oath at this time?"

"Third, now that you know the situation of the Great Array of Ruins, I don't want to fight with you, so I just agreed not to kill this ant, not to make a move. The dragon just snapped his fingers casually, and Mo Chen lay limply in the bones, being lifted upside down and hanging in the air like a rag: "I want to see how this ant obtained the dragon soul." ”

As he spoke, he pushed forward with one hand, raised his right hand and pressed it on Mo Chen's forehead.

Mo Chen couldn't help but struggle, and his pupils slowly dilated when he was out of breath, and the dark clouds that swirled in the sky of Buzhou Mountain were reflected.

His vision gradually darkened, and the three souls and seven spirits came out of his body, entwining between the five fingers of the Dragon Venerable.

In an instant, the huge soul power howled and struggled with unwilling pain, dodging in front of the Dragon Venerable.

His eyes seemed to be able to glimpse the past and the future, and his scorching gaze made Mochen's soul clear from the inside out.

A wave of shame and resistance surged from the bottom of Mo Chen's remaining consciousness, and countless memory fragments were abruptly broken by the powerful dragon power, and one moment after another flew through the eyes of the dragon venerable.

By the stream in the village of Sin, he weakly asked for help: "Why am I born as a ...... of the Sin Household?"

The first time he hunted alone, he struggled in despair and fled in panic in the face of fierce wolves in the trees.

Deep in the mountains and forests, hiding in rock crevices, his eyes looked at the sky with fear.

Outside the market next to Sinhu Village, in the snowy night, under the dim lights, he sat on the cold ground, wearing a thin rag shirt, holding the hard-won scraps of money in his hand, and sobbing in the direction of Sinto Village.

Time keeps turning, and every wisp of soul is a memory of several years.

Further back, backward ......

That's not what Longzun wants to see.

The tragic childhood of an ant he was not interested in.

In the end, Longzun simply got up, ripped off the seven spirits of the ink dust with one hand, and pulled out his soul.

There are seven emotions and six desires hidden in the seven souls, and among the three souls, the life soul is the purest and is the center of the entire living being.

But if you do this, it is tantamount to killing Mochen.

You must know that if your soul is damaged, you will lose your sanity at least and become a walking corpse, or you will fall on the spot, and the three souls and seven spirits will dissipate directly, and there will be no possibility of reincarnation.

Between life and death, there is great terror.

This is not a sentence, but when he really faces death, at that moment, the fear in Mo Chen's heart will swallow everything in him!

Mochen watched helplessly as his life and soul were pulled out little by little.

Pain.

Unwilling.

Miss.

Resentment.

All sorts of emotions poured out in an instant, but finally they calmed down again.

Perhaps, I am really going to die......

He gave up his resistance and let his soul be pulled out, unexpectedly quiet.

The Dragon Venerable was a little surprised, he had never seen a life soul like this, like a picture scroll of mountains and rivers with blue flames, trembling slightly.

Suddenly, his heart was cold, only to feel that everything in front of him had changed, and a powerful force instantly erupted from all directions.

A low long roar burst out from the edge of the Silent Terrace, gradually rising higher, turning into an agitated Qingyue, and the sound cracked into the sky.

In the whistling, a huge light rushed to the sky, like a giant dragon that had been imprisoned for tens of millions of years, jumped out, galloped for nine days, calling for wind and rain, the wind was howling, the sky and the earth changed color, and even Buzhou Mountain began to tremble and bow its head.

In the depths of that light, a figure was slowly revealed, but the light was too brilliant to see his face clearly, but between the flickering light and shadow, the dragons clearly saw that it was a person, but it was a sword!

All the creatures in Buzhou Mountain felt the power and terrifyingness of the human figure, and a trembling from the soul made many dragons panic.

Most of the dragons chose to flee in panic and swim into the deep sea, and only a few dragons in the permanent realm chose to retreat and focus on the situation on the silent platform.

"Juque!" Lan Ye Longzun's eyes narrowed slightly, even if it was him, he couldn't accept it calmly: "The emperor family, do you want to be the enemy of my dragon clan!?"