"..."

Mu Wanwan's vision was blurred. She wanted to reach out her other hand to touch her dragon, but she only felt waves of pain.

What she couldn't do, the dragon did for her -

carefully holding her in his arms, pulling her other hand that was originally grabbing his clothes, and placing it on his cheek.

Red blood stained half of his face, but Mr. Long didn't mind at all.

He frowned, and as Mu Wanwan had expected countless times, he gently tilted her cheek and touched her fingertips with his lips.

As if to say.

It's true.

Mu Wanwan tried hard to open her half-closed eyes, the pain made her almost speechless.

Mr. Long held her and gently landed on the ground. He gently wiped the blood off Mu Wanwan's forehead. When he saw her injured appearance, the guilt and anger that permeated her almost tore his heart apart.

His thin lips suddenly curled up, and a terrible arc of light flashed in his eyes.

Less than three days had passed in the outside world, and his wife was harmed by the dogs that chased and bit her. If he came back later, wouldn't he have lost her completely?

There was a light touch on his hand, and Mr. Long looked down and saw that she was holding up her flesh that was about to collapse. Body, trying her best to say, "Meng... Meng..."

"Leave it to me." Mr. Long said, holding her right arm that was about to disappear.

Mu Wanwan only felt a warmth coming from her right arm. The suffocation that had been almost unbearable to her was relieved a lot, and the pain disappeared. Only a little fatigue remained, but her body was on the verge of collapse, and she could not speak for the time being.

She was held in the arms of a certain dragon. She watched him stand up, lower his eyes and curl his lips towards her. The rain and stones that were about to fall, the thunder that roared in her ears, seemed to be muted, leaving only a golden glimmer in the sky.

She was slightly stunned, and the glimmer fell into her eyes.

Mr. Long's mind was slightly shaken, and a huge projection of the world descended. The rocks and the ground that were about to collapse stopped immediately, and Ao Qin, who was about to give the burning fur ball a fatal blow, and Wu Yao, who was watching the excitement with his arms folded, also stopped.

What happened?

The green dragon had a huge mouth, and its sharp teeth were exposed. The dragon whiskers that were originally fluttering in the breeze also stopped in mid-air. The body suddenly became unable to move, and Ao Qin was filled with fear from the bottom of his heart.

His huge eyes like copper bells moved slightly, and his consciousness, which was projected but could not be retracted, was pressed to the ground by Mr. Long's huge world projection. With bursts of pain coming from his sea of ​​consciousness, Ao Qin was shocked to see the dragon that should have died.

He held Mu Wanwan, who was expected to be crushed to death, in his arms. Except for the blood on his face, his body was not stained with dust.

The dragon and witch warriors who were struggling to kill Jiu Qing and the others were completely unable to move in the face of such an almost irresistible force.

What happened? ! !

Now the simple fears in his heart were fully realized. The dragon was not dead, how could it be possible!

His broken horns were all broken, his broken horns were all broken!

The horn that represents the life of the dragon race has been completely broken, how could he not die!

Did he succeed?

No, it's impossible.

As soon as this thought came up, Ao Qin ruthlessly killed it. He couldn't succeed. No dragon has succeeded for tens of thousands of years. How could an orphan dragon like him succeed? He should be the one to succeed. As long as he eats the white phoenix and then sacrifices these talented people with blood, he can break through, learn the skills in the core of the forbidden area, and have the strength to break through to the highest realm!

Even though he thought so, the jealousy in his heart, like a mad weed, quickly occupied Ao Qin's entire heart, and together with the pervasive fear, it intertwined into a dense web that could strangle everything, making the originally arrogant "Lord" with his mouth wide open look ugly and funny like a green insect.

Even more shocked than Ao Qin was Wu Yao, who was originally watching the joke.

The Wu clan did not pay attention to consciousness in their cultivation, but his consciousness was not weak. In fact, because he swallowed the Chaos Soul, he was stronger than Ao Qin of the same level, reaching a level close to the seventh level.

But now, his consciousness, which he was so proud of, was crushed without any strength to fight back. Under the pressure of Mr. Long's consciousness, his consciousness, which was as heavy as a mountain, was as fragile as a pitiful and weak piece of paper.

Not only did he break through, but he also reached the height that Wu Yao had always dreamed of.

This cognition almost destroyed all of Wu Yao's will. With his limbs and blood dragon unable to move, he had to face the reality -

the dragon was back, and it was an enemy that they could not defeat no matter what.

Wu Yao still had backbone. Thinking of what he and Ao Qin had done to Mu Wanwan and the others before, Wu Yao felt deep regret. He gritted his teeth and rolled his eyes.

He was calculating what his chances of escaping would be if he sacrificed the lives of all the witches present!

"Chirp..."

The bad dragon is back.

The oversized ball of hair, with blood dripping and large pieces of down falling off, made a very pleasant chirping sound.

Great.

He wanted to force himself not to close his eyes, but the pain that could not be ignored and the rapidly draining vitality were like a death warrant, making Mengmeng look as if he was dozing off. His

big eyes were half closed, and then he tried to open them again.

The flames on his body were burning more and more intensely, as if they were going to burn him to ashes.

The next moment, the burning big ball of hair, following the movements of Mr. Long, floated little by little to the side of Mu Wanwan and the others.

Mu Wanwan's sight fell on the ball of fire, whose interior could no longer be seen clearly, and he was full of guilt and self-blame.

If it wasn't for protecting her, Mengmeng wouldn't have been injured so badly.

Mr. Long noticed her sadness, gently put her down, walked to Mengmeng's side, and put his hand on the fire.

When he saw Mengmeng looking at him, his wavy eyes that were about to close completely flashed with light, and he used the way of telepathy to give the deaf Jiu the most desired praise, "Mengmeng has fulfilled the promise, that's great."

The big fur ball was comforted -

Mengmeng had fulfilled the promise, she was the most powerful and awesome Jiu in the world≧w≦~ Jiu was so tired, she was going to sleep, and when she woke up she would be able to see her mother again.

Before slowly closing his eyes, Maotuan tried hard to pretend to be happy, but the big tears that rolled down from his eye sockets and the spasming reluctance in his young soul were all conveyed to his old father's heart without a single ounce of hesitation.

Mr. Long's eyebrows softened helplessly, his palms flashing with light, and he gently pressed on Meng Meng's big head, "Go to sleep."

He absorbed too much energy in advance and was bitten again, but fortunately because of his strong will, he entered the first state of nirvana in advance, which was very dangerous...

But he came back, "It's okay."

After Mr. Long finished speaking, the newly grown dragon horns flashed, forming a brighter and larger spiritual power shield than before, wrapping up the still burning big hair ball.

Mu Wanwan saw Mr. Long's actions and breathed a sigh of relief. With his reaction, Meng Meng should be fine.

While Mr. Long was doing these things, Jiu Qing pushed away a witch, and touched her neck that was almost pierced with fear. Seeing that witch suddenly couldn't move, she showed no mercy, and a purple light directly cut his neck, and purple-green blood splashed out, splashing her face.

"How disgusting." Jiu Qing raised her hand to wipe her face, turned around and looked at the entire silent battlefield. When her eyes touched Mr. Long who was holding Mu Wanwan, her eyebrows raised unconsciously.

He really succeeded.

Some of the third-level warriors who were about to die also got a chance to catch their breath. Under the light liquid created by Mu Wanwan, which had not yet disappeared, they recovered some of their physical strength and spirit, and killed the immobile witches and bloodworms that were about to bite them to death.

Uncle Chen and others also took the opportunity to turn the tables and treated the witches without mercy. Aunt Hua also ran to Mu Wanwan's side. Mr. Long, who didn't see her, hurriedly checked Mu Wanwan's situation and found that she was not bad, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Aunt Hua." Hearing the ignored strong man next to her accurately call out her name, Aunt Hua's heart skipped a beat, and then she looked at the dragon beside her. Mu Wanwan

cast a look of approval at him, and received an embarrassed handshake from a certain dragon.

When Uncle Chen arrived, he saw their clasped hands.

"Uncle Chen." Mr. Long also called him and explained, "My wife mentioned you to me before, thank you very much."

He was very respectful to his elders, even though the location and background were so wrong.

Ao Qin still had his mouth open in a funny way. Because he couldn't close it for a long time, his saliva flowed down and even dripped onto the Green Dragon guards who were also unable to move on the ground. The humiliation almost tore apart the self-esteem of him, a member of the Dragon Clan who always boasted of his noble bloodline.

He scanned Mr. Long, who greeted Uncle Chen with a smile, and felt that he was just like a joke!

Could it be that he was not even worthy of being the opponent of this dragon!

Wu Yao was so angry that his eyes were about to burst. He struggled with all his strength to move his consciousness and got back the nonchalant glance from Long.

Mr. Long glanced at Wu Yao slightly. Under the hateful eyes of Ao Qin and Wu Yao, he slowly took out a shell bed from the mustard seed space that Mu Wanwan could still use, and then took out a few sets of tables, chairs and benches.

Then he carefully carried Mu Wanwan to the bed and motioned Uncle Chen, Aunt Hua, and Mo Teng and Chi Yan who had just arrived to sit down.

Mu Wanwan: "..."

Jiu Qing who rushed over with a wounded tail: "..."

Ao Qin was almost vomiting blood. Who was he looking down on?

Who was he looking down on?

Uncle Chen was not polite and sat down.

Mr. Long carefully put down Mu Wanwan's hand and set up a spiritual shield with her as the center.

Just like what Mu Wanwan was familiar with before, the inner layer was a little dark and hazy, and it was not very clear to see the outside.

"Madam, wait for me for a moment." His long eyelashes curled up, and his tone seemed calm, "There are still some bugs that have not been solved. Don't let the dirty blood stain your eyes."

Feng, who was not far away, heard this and shuddered hard.

He looked at the moment when Mr. Long turned his back and didn't look at Mu Wanwan, and his originally soft The soft expression almost instantly turned into disgust and hatred. When the phoenix eyes glanced at him, it seemed like there was a casual murderous intent, which made his back cold and his scalp tingle.

Those two people are finished.

Feng thought with his hair standing on end, but he couldn't help feeling relieved.

He and the dragon clan have an indirect blood feud.

——Ao Qin watched the dragon slowly approaching him, feeling humiliated and unwilling.

Decades of planning, countless days and nights of heart-wrenching jealousy, the pleasure of finally getting rid of the shadow, everything made him unable to accept such a result.

The blue dragon's copper bell-like eyes still had murderous intent and unwillingness. He looked at the dragon that had not even turned into a half-dragon form, and simply stood in front of him. In his eyes, there was a sharp hatred like a sword being unsheathed, piercing his eyes.

"Ao Qin."

He heard the dragon call his name, and the next moment, it uncontrollably turned back into a human form and knelt at his feet.

Ao Qin wanted to mock, but found that he couldn't say a word.

A white light suddenly penetrated his body, and Ao Qin suddenly felt that his knees, which had been numb, were piercing like needles into the bone, and the surrounding environment was also extremely cold, as if, as if his pain was magnified dozens of times.

Before the dragon made a move, he was already sweating from the pain and in unbearable pain.

"Is this the hand that touched my wife?" As soon as the cold voice fell, an indescribable pain came from his left hand, which was annihilated bit by bit from the deep bone marrow, as if countless ants were gnawing at him, accompanied by spasms and twitches. Ao Qin suddenly collapsed to the ground, unable to get up like a dead dog.

Mr. Long looked at the blood flowing from his mouth, raised his eyebrows slowly, and said with a long tail, "Oh, it seems to be this one."

There was another click, and Ao Qin's left arm was also useless.

His consciousness was shaken by the pain, his soul was unstable, and he wanted to commit suicide on the spot.

He did so, but before he could detonate the pronucleus in his body, he clearly sensed a thin and slender hand that penetrated his dantian and easily dug out the pronucleus that he had cultivated for hundreds of years.

"Your pronucleus is so beautiful, suitable for Meng Meng to use as a toy." He almost fainted from the pain, but was forced to hear his voice. The moment the pronucleus left his body, the pain in his body reached its peak, along with his shattered self-esteem. The sense of defeat made Ao Qin bleed wildly.

At the moment of death, his body turned into a blue dragon, and in Mr. Long's calm eyes, it turned into blood foam bit by bit.

Mu Wanwan could vaguely see some of it, and while he felt happy, he felt that Mr. Long must be a little sad when he saw him standing in the air with his sleeves full of blood.

After all, he really regarded Ao Qin as a friend.

When she gets better, she must make some delicious food to feed her dragon and comfort him.

If Mr. Long knew her thoughts, he would definitely laugh.

If it were the him in the past, he might be sad, but now, not only is he not sad, he also slowly pulled out Ao Qin's soul.

It would be too easy for him to let Ao Qin die like this.

He wants his wife to pay back the pain of broken arm a billion times.

After doing all this, he turned his attention to Wu Yao, who was ashen-hearted and pale.

He pinched Ao Qin's pronucleus in one hand, and Ao Qin's blood dripped down from the tip of his crescent-shaped nails.

He shook his hand in disgust, and the blood splashed on Wu Yao's face with bulging eyeballs.

It made him feel more scared and painful than thousands of direct blades.

Mr. Long looked at his frightened expression, his rosy lips curved into a beautiful arc, but he put his hand on his head without mercy.

"I heard," he said slowly, words that made Wu Yao tremble, "the Wu tribe has such a thing as the mother worm?"

As early as when he came to the door before, he wanted to search the soul of the Wu tribe leader, but unfortunately he was not strong enough at that time.

His consciousness felt like it was torn apart. The secrets and malicious deeds that the Wu tribe had hidden for thousands of years all appeared in front of Mr. Long, including the pain of Chaos for a hundred years and the old and dying appearance before disappearing.

The corners of his lips drooped, and when he came to his senses, Wu Yao's body, including the mother worm in his body, had been turned into powder in his hands.

A large number of Wu tribe members also died on the spot with the death of the mother worm.

"Heh." Mr. Long sneered and held the soul of Wu Yao who was trying to self-destruct in his hand.

Chaos had endured the pain of being sucked for a hundred years, and it was all the fault of the Wu clan.

He closed his eyes, and the powerful force radiated. In front of everyone, this time, he was no longer inferior and turned into his original form -

the moment he passed the inheritance test, he accepted the vast inheritance knowledge, and could also read the words that Chaos engraved on the stone wall that were firmly in his mind.

He knew that he was not a hybrid dragon, he was not an orphan that no one wanted.

He was the most beautiful dragon in the eyes of Wanwan and Chaos.

The only five-clawed golden dragon in the world.

Those dragons and witches were extremely small in his eyes.

Ao Qin, whose soul was imprisoned, found that he had golden scales, a body several times larger than that of the golden dragons, and dragon horns that he had always dreamed of having. The soul that was close to the seventh level could not accept such an ending and began to dissipate bit by bit from the deepest part.

He did not accept it!

He did not believe it!!

This was fake! It was all fake! He should be the most noble dragon of the dragon bloodline!!

The long dragon roar sounded, Mu Wanwan understood his emotions and laughed.

And those dragons and witches who were still biting each other in their original form, followed the dragon roar, and turned into powder bit by bit in shock and regret.

Before the death of the great elder of the Golden Dragon Clan, he looked at the dragon he wanted to sacrifice with blood. Before he was annihilated, he saw the fifth claw hidden under his belly, which was only in legend, and closed his huge eyes. It turned out

that he was really not a hybrid dragon. If he had known, he would not have bullied him. Bai Huan thought with regret before he died. The scene of hundreds of dragons and thousands of witches disappearing together was very spectacular, dyeing the originally white ice field into blood. Only the small area where Mu Wanwan was was clean. It was as if Mr. Long’s heart had the last softness hidden. Tenderness. ... When everything was settled, everyone packed up and returned to Yifa City. Most of the warriors who came to help for the elixir are still alive, and Chiyan and Moteng arranged them to rest temporarily in Yifa. The curses of many of them disappeared directly because of the death of most of the witches, and some still need to wait for Mu Wanwan to change her body before refining elixirs. Uncle Chen wrote down the names of all these people, and Moteng signed a contract with them in the name of Xianqing Pavilion. Haijiu and others were not in a hurry to leave. Jiuqing heard the willful little princess grit her teeth and say that she wanted to see what Mu Wanwan's original body looked like, otherwise she would not be willing. She just smiled. Hai Jiu’s intentions were not bad. Even if Mu Wanwan herself did not look that good, she estimated that she would not really do anything to Mr. Long, who she said had “become the strongest partner again”. However, she was still somewhat looking forward to seeing Wanwan’s original appearance. As for Mengmeng - Mengmeng was still in Nirvana. According to Mr. Long, she would not come out for three to five months, and might have to be hatched again, but there would be no threat to her life. Mu Wanwan just had to wait quietly. She did not feel any pain, but her body had reached its limit and needed to be reincarnated. She half-lying in Mr. Long’s arms, looking at the people in the room, she felt quite helpless. "I'm going to start." Aunt Hua held her hand, "Don't be afraid." After Aunt Hua finished speaking, Mu Wanwan felt that her vision blurred for a moment. She blinked hard and met Mr. Long's wet eyes, with tears hanging on his eyelashes. "Madam." His voice was unusually hoarse, and Mu Wanwan felt sad and helpless when she heard it - oh, really. He is already such a powerful dragon, why does he still like to shed tears. It's not like she will not survive. Aunt Hua said that Mu Ling will be able to see him again in a week at most after reincarnation. Jiu Qing looked at Mr. Long with a little disgust, and laughed half-heartedly. Perhaps the more you cherish him, the more reluctant you will be to say goodbye, even for a moment, you don't want to. "Let's start." Aunt Hua, who was really a little overwhelmed, interrupted the crying dragon and began to take the wood spirit out of his body. Mu Wanwan tried to smile at the crying dragon, and saw his right hand disappearing little by little, and slowly closed his eyes.