Logically speaking, Dugu Mucheng is just a remnant soul now, not even as good as Qin Cangyuan, whose soul is intact. Among their group, the weakest one has reached the initial stage of the tribulation, and any one of them can be abused to the ground - if he still has teeth.
Not to mention that they also have Wenren Lanxing, who is at the peak of the Mahayana stage. Compared with his strength, he can be scared to death with just a mouthful of spit.
But don't forget that Dugu Mucheng can tear the space apart. Is this really something a normal remnant soul can do?
According to Gu Qingxi's understanding of him, although this person is proud and conceited, he is not arrogant. Otherwise, he would have fallen under the thunder of the immortal tribulation long before she was promoted to the Mahayana stage, and there would be no chance of meeting him at the Tianyuan Dao Conference.
She believed that if he was not absolutely sure, he would never say such a big talk.
So she didn't dare to look down on Dugu Mucheng.
"I don't have that kind of strength myself, but you probably don't know that I also have a spiritual pet." Dugu Mucheng waved his sleeves lightly.
Strange lights filled the sky, and a huge beast shadow emerged in the air, gradually condensing into a solid body.
Camel head, deer horns, rabbit eyes, cow ears, snake neck, clam belly, carp scales, eagle claws. What appeared in front of them was actually an ancient dragon that was more than fifty feet long.
"Dragon clan, his spirit pet is actually a dragon clan!" A burst of exclamations rang out in the crowd.
In order to control the Tianyuan Continent, the Divine Palace had long erased the traces of Gu Qingxi, Ye Wuchen, and the Ten Heavenly Monarchs and other powerful people who left the Tianyuan Continent, and replaced their former existence with priests. Of course, powerful people like Dugu Mucheng who had disappeared before the outbreak of the human-demon war were no exception.
So among the crowd, except Gu Qingxi, no one had heard of the name of Dugu Mucheng.
But just looking at his dragon clan spirit pet, it was not difficult for them to imagine how powerful he was.
Gu Qingxi also suddenly realized. She was still wondering how Dugu Mucheng found this dragon tomb, and how he could resist the pressure of the dragon clan and survive here for ten thousand years with just his residual soul?
As far as she knew, even for the dragon race, the dragon tomb was a forbidden place and also the biggest secret. Generally speaking, only the direct descendants of the dragon race who were about to die could go to the dragon tomb.
Even if outsiders found the dragon tomb by chance, they would basically be unable to practice because of the pressure of the dragon race. If they were too weak, their souls would be crushed directly and they would become a walking corpse.
Therefore, since ancient times, no one had ever looked for the dragon tomb, and no one knew where it was.
It was not until then that she finally understood that Dugu Mucheng had tamed a dragon as a pet. Not only did he rely on it to find the dragon tomb, but he also relied on it to resist the pressure of the dragon race.
By the way, Dugu Mucheng's tearing of the space was obviously also the credit of this dragon pet.
Soon, the dragon shadow was completely condensed into a solid entity.
Slightly different from the legendary dragon race, this giant dragon was covered with dark green, but was filled with black air, and its eyes were as red as magma, giving people a sense of weirdness, depth, and depression.
The Nine Nether Dragon, it turned out to be the Nine Nether Dragon! Gu Qingxi's face suddenly sank, and there was no smile on her face anymore.
The Nine Nether Dragon, although it had pure dragon blood, liked to feed on humans just like the Blood Crow.
It was just that the Blood Crow mainly sucked human blood essence, while the Nine Nether Dragon devoured human souls.
Since ancient times, people have regarded the Nine Nether Dragon as a demonic evil creature and hated it. Even other dragons regarded it as a heretic, unwilling to associate with it, and even refused to admit that they were of the same clan as the Nine Nether Dragon.
"Dugu Mucheng, you actually tamed the Nine Nether Dragon as a spiritual pet!" Gu Qingxi called him by name and said indignantly.
If Dugu Mucheng was just colluding with the Divine Palace, she could still understand it.
After all, she had seen the methods of the Divine Palace on the two ancient strongmen Yu Jianbo and Wan Chongen, and even she had to admit that if Dugu Mucheng wanted to avoid the heavenly thunder and keep his soul immortal, at least for now, only the Divine Palace could help him.
But he actually tamed the Nine Nether Dragon, which she could never accept.
Gu Qingxi couldn't even imagine how many innocent monks Dugu Mucheng had killed in order to raise this spiritual pet. The last bit of respect and reverence she had for him also completely disappeared.
"The path of cultivation is ultimately against the will of heaven, so why would there be so much compassion for the world? Besides, they are just ants, so why not send them into reincarnation and escape from the sea of suffering?" Dugu Mucheng saw what Gu Qingxi was thinking at a glance and said with a cold snort.
Not wanting to argue with her, he paused and continued, "Forget it, I've already said that the path of cultivation is more mysterious and infinite than you think, and there are some things you will never understand.
Tianyuan, go!"
The last few words were said to the Nine Nether Dragon.
The dragon roared, and the Nine Nether Dragon soared into the sky. The huge dragon-shaped phantom appeared again, casting thousands of strange green clouds.
"Ding!" A crisp sound came from Gu Qingxi's mind, like a thin needle piercing into the soul.
The pain that she had never experienced before surged into her heart, and Gu Qingxi's face turned slightly pale.
You don't have to guess, this is the Nine Nether Dragon's once world-famous innate magical power, Soul Devouring!
It was with this innate magical power that this despised branch of the dragon clan was able to survive to the last moment of the human-demon war, despite having a mortal enemy with humans and other dragon clans also considering it as a heretic and avoiding it as much as possible.
If it weren't for their bad luck, their habitat was right in the center of the battlefield of the final decisive battle, and they might have been able to reproduce until now.
Even Gu Qingxi couldn't bear the Nine Nether Dragon's innate magical power, let alone others.
Xiao Fangqing, Lu Anjun and others were clenching their teeth and trembling all over, while Shi Hongfei and others had bloodshot eyes, a ferocious face, and let out a low roar like a wounded beast. Several of the weakest ones had even fallen to the ground, curled up like shrimps in pain.
Even Wenren Lanxing's forehead was covered with cold sweat, and veins bulged out.
Although his cultivation was one realm higher than Gu Qingxi's, he was not much stronger than her in terms of soul.
Because he only had one primordial spirit, his ability to resist such soul attacks was even worse than Gu Qingxi's.
"Kill it!" He shouted, drew out his long sword and rushed towards the Nine Nether Dragon.
The opponent had just displayed his innate magical power, and his mind was already cut by a knife, and his soul was trembling. If he delayed any longer, he was worried that he would not even have a chance to attack.
Wenren Lanxing cast a spell with his left hand, and injected spiritual power into the long sword with his right hand without any reservation.
The sword body flashed with divine light, and made a cheerful and high-pitched sound.
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