Along the way, he saw no less than a thousand dragons, including young dragons who had just finished cultivating and shed their skins, and old dragons who sharpened their horns on the rocks.

"Why don't these dragons go out?" Mo Chen asked at Phantom Ying, "Do all the dragons in heaven and earth live on this Buzhou Mountain?"

Illusory Ying thought about it and said: "At the beginning, the dragon clan and the Desolate Saint Emperor Jun made a contract to guard the enchantment for thousands of years, most of the dragon clan are here, and only a few are still wandering between heaven and earth. ”

She pondered for a moment and continued, "Of course, there are exceptions, just like in ancient times, my branch helped the Yin Yang Xuanlong Sect. ”

"The one. Mo Chen paused, as if sorting out the words, and after a while, he continued to ask, "Only when the time is up, will it be able to automatically transform Jiao and dragon?"

Phantom Ying shook his head: "The outside world has rumored that it has turned into a dragon for five hundred years and a dragon for a thousand years, but this is actually not the case.

The reason why the dragon has turned into a Jiao for 500 years is because the dragon only has a lifespan of 500 years.

The difficulty of transforming Jiao is very difficult and very imaginable, so most of them will pour the foundation of a lifetime and finally seek transcendence.

Therefore, there is a saying that it has been turned into a Jiao for 500 years.

After the successful transformation of Jiao, the life span is increased by 500, so the Jiaolong will sprint into a dragon after 500 years, and finally break free from the shackles of longevity.

And so it was a whole thousand years. ”

Mo Chen couldn't help but be moved when he heard this, a thousand years of time for a dragon is just a moment of time, but for mortals who have lived for less than a hundred years, it is almost ethereal.

Even if he is a transcendent and mortal spiritual light realm cultivator, his lifespan is only more than two hundred years, and only when he truly reaches the realm of eternal existence can he reach the realm of immortality.

Because of the topic of ink dust, Phantom Ying seemed to fall into a long contemplation, and she said slowly: "Ten thousand dragons become a hundred Jiao, and then they are reborn into dragons, but they are only twelve out of ten.

In addition, our clan is already infertile, and living here is not a kind of self-protection. ”

Mo Chen nodded: "Heaven and earth are not benevolent to all things as dogs, everything in the world is average, there is no distinction between high and low, noble and low, high and low, superior and inferior, the dragon clan looks extremely strong, but in fact it also has its own troubles." ”

"It should be the dragon mound ahead. Phantom Ying didn't continue the conversation, her pace slowing slightly.

Looking at the two side peaks in the distance, she was slightly distracted, "In addition to the main peak in the middle, there are two side peaks in Buzhou Mountain. One is the dragon mound, and the other is the dragon's lair. ”

Speaking of which, Phantom Ying did not continue.

She stood alone and quietly, her eyes slowly wandering, as if she wanted to completely remember this piece of uncircumscribed mountain in her mind.

The rest of the people were silent.

This moment seems to belong only to the illusion.

This old dragon whose leaves have returned to their roots.

"I'm sorry to keep you waiting. Phantom Ying looked at it for a long time, and then trudged towards the top of the mountain.

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After more than a day of climbing, the dragon mound arrived.

"The other side is the Dragon's Lair. "This is the place where the dragon is born, and every dragon who is in the middle of the pot will go to the dragon's lair, waiting for the birth of a new life. ”

The Mochen people came to a rock platform and looked at another side peak in the distance, thunder and golden light roaring on the pure white peak.

"Let's go. At this time, the woman in white at the front of the line suddenly said, "It's almost there." ”

Mo Chen followed closely and gradually walked up to the top platform of the side peak.

This is the most solemn place in the whole Buzhou Mountain, and it is called the "Soul Scattering Platform".

It's huge, with the bones of dragons who have died over tens of millions of years littering the cemetery.

As far as the eye can see, there are gray keels everywhere, like the relics of a war.

There are a large number of unknown exotic grasses growing around, each of which blooms with several tender flowers that glow with a soft glow.

Pink powder floated up into the air from the stamens, fluttering in the desolate cold wind, adding a little life to the Soul Scattering Table.

Mochen stood silently at the edge of the platform, his pupils reflecting tens of thousands of huge dragon remains.

On the bones, the once indestructible dragon scales have completely decayed in the long river of time, and the golden dragon blood seeps the entire peak, soaking the soil under the stage.

It's like the battlefield where dragons and time once fought, but in the end they were all destroyed.

There was no trace of slaughter and fierce fighting, but there were rivers of blood and corpses strewn all over the field.

Even if it is a dragon clan standing at the top of all spirits, it cannot escape the constraints of the Heavenly Dao.

In this situation, Mo Chen was almost in a great shock, the dragon blood accumulated for tens of millions of years had dyed the entire peak into red gold, and each desolate skeleton seemed to carry the nostalgia and sorrow of its life.

Everyone stopped at the edge of the platform.

Even the Three Holy Swords never moved.

It doesn't belong to them here.

Phantom Ying comprehended and slowly walked forward to meet her end.

She came to the very center of the platform, raised her hand, and covered her face.

Hot tears flowed down my face.

Phantom Ying felt tears run down his fingers, down his cheeks, and burn his skin.

Her nose was blocked, but the tears could not be stopped.

What is it?

Reluctant?

Sadness?

Glad?

Mochen can't see clearly, and he can't pay attention to it.

All he could do was to slowly untie the shackles of the Great Xia Dragon Sparrow Sword, and with infinite emotion, he gently threw it into the air.

Inside the sword, there is another wisp of soul that illusory response.

Phantom Ying also left her last words: "I'm sorry. ”

Sorry for the seventy-seventh time.

Then, a dragon roar resounded through the heavens and the earth, and the Great Xia Dragon Sparrow Sword shattered.

In the Buzhou Mountain, in an instant, thousands of dragons roared together, towards the direction of the peak dragon mound, which seemed to echo and saw off.

A large amount of aura spilled out from the shattered blade and fused into Phantom's body.

Her body was dazzling, as if she had gained strength, and her head turned into her body, a golden dragon with horns that meandered nearly ten thousand feet.

The legendary wonder of the dragon's return to silence was finally seen by Mo Chen.

He himself seemed to feel the coercion and death, and he unconsciously let out a trembling pang.

Phantom Ying stretched the dragon's body, hovered over the dragon mound, and roared a sharp dragon chant again, issuing a declaration that the soul had returned to heaven and earth.

Tens of thousands of young dragons and dragons under the mountain responded in unison, and the mournful roar was overwhelming, like a huge wave, forming a series of tangible light curtain ripples, surrounding the entire side crack.

At the same time, at the top of the main peak, there was a nine-clawed golden dragon dozens of miles long.

The lord of Buzhou Mountain, the Dragon Venerable, opened its golden eyes.

And on the side peak, the star-like light points flashed in the eyes of the Phantom Response Dragon, and the dragon soul flew up on the Soul Scattering Platform, like smoke hovering in the dragon mound, as if looking for something.

"Boom!"

The swirling clouds at the top of the main peak of Buzhou Mountain seemed to have been sensed, emitting the first blazing thunder light.

The dazzling lightning dragged through the sky for nearly a thousand miles in an instant, like a thunder from ancient times and from the depths of heaven and earth, hitting the dragon body in the dragon mound.

With a loud bang, the illusory scales of the illusion flew away, slowly drifting away in the gentle breeze and in the soft pink pollen.

"Boom!"

The second thunderbolt flew in, and there was another roar, and the side peaks of the entire Buzhou Mountain shook with it!

Blue dragon blood flowed from the Soul Scattering Table, this was the soul essence of the illusion, and her soul began to burn.

But she still seemed to be looking for something.

After a long, long time, just to the west of the dragon mound, two more smoke-shaped dragon souls jumped out of the ancient mound and flew towards Phantom Ying.

The three souls crossed their necks in the air, and the phantom soul closed its eyes tightly and whimpered.

"They are Phantom's parents, and they've been waiting here for tens of thousands of years. The woman in white muttered.

Mo Chen understood: "No wonder Phantom Ying wants to return to the Dragon Tomb." ”

Phantom Ying's family has been withering for 10,000 years, and then wait for her.

The thunderclouds gradually closed, and the golden dragon in the form of a three-headed soul flew into the sky, and the soul of the phantom Ying turned its head to look at the peak of the main peak, as if communicating.

From the top of the peak, Qingyue's scolding sounded, the dragon's language was clear and loud, but it was like a group of chimes in the ears, as if blaming the illusion that it had already been silenced, why couldn't it be nostalgic.

Phantom Ying lowered the dragon's head, as if praying for something.

The peak dragon groaned and fell silent.