"Then take this one!"
Listening to Xiaojiao's words, a flash of light flashed in Xiaojiao's eyes and he said coldly.
"My lord, please!"
The middle-aged man looked at Xiaojiao and made a gesture of invitation with a very respectful expression.
"lead the way!"
Xiaojiao just said two words indifferently, with incomparable indifference in his eyes.
"Yes, yes, sir!"
Hearing this, the middle-aged man nodded repeatedly.
Immediately, he took a step forward and walked directly upstairs.
Watching the middle-aged man go upstairs, Xiaojiao and others quickly followed.
"This spiritual energy is getting stronger and stronger each floor. It seems that our upper room is on the top floor!"
Feeling the increasingly dense spiritual energy, Mo Wentian's eyes flashed with gleams of light, and he said secretly in his heart.
After a while, everyone followed the middle-aged man to the top floor of the inn.
As soon as they reached the top floor, an extremely rich spiritual energy hit their face, making people feel refreshed for a while.
"If you practice here for one day, it will definitely be better than practicing for ten days in other places!"
Taking a deep breath, a bright light shone in Mo Wentian's eyes.
"Sir, this is the upper room of two rooms in total!"
"Our young master has already taken up residence in the room on the left. The room on the right is yours, sir!"
At this moment, the middle-aged man pointed to the only two rooms on the top floor and introduced them.
"Um!"
"Open it, I'm going to get the news first!"
"It's nothing, don't disturb me!"
Xiaojiao looked at the room on the right, his eyes suddenly shrank, and he said with an indifferent expression.
"Yes, sir, I understand!"
"If you have any instructions, sir, please feel free to do so!"
Hearing this, the middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, came to his senses, and said with a smile.
After saying that, the middle-aged man turned around and retreated.
Watching the middle-aged man go downstairs, Mo Wentian and others headed towards the room.
Just as Mo Wentian and others entered the room, vast dragon roars suddenly sounded outside the inn.
The next moment, a vast and boundless dragon power came from the depths of the Xuan Temple.
"Long Wei is so powerful. Could it be that our emperor has made another breakthrough?"
"The emperor's cultivation level is already terrifying. If he breaks through again, wouldn't it be..."
"This dragon's power is so strong and terrifying!"
"terrible!"
…
As this vast coercion came, countless warriors in the entire Xuan Temple looked towards the depths of the Xuan Temple.
Deep in the Xuan Temple, there is actually a high mountain that reaches straight into the sky. On the high mountain, a phantom of a divine dragon is moving endlessly.
"Boss, what is this?"
Looking at the high mountain, Xiaojiao couldn't help but take a deep breath.
The high mountain is hundreds of thousands of feet away from here, but Xiaojiao can clearly feel the terrifying pressure of the divine dragon on the high mountain.
Even if Xiao Jiao is just looking at it, he can feel that the strength of this dragon must be terrifying.
"That is a peerless divine dragon. Could it be the Nether Dragon Emperor of the Nether Dragon Clan?"
After listening to Xiaojiao's words, Mo Wentian's eyes looked at the peerless dragon in the distance, but his brows instantly frowned, and an extremely cold light flashed in his eyes.
"Emperor, this is not the Nether Dragon Emperor of the Nether Dragon Clan. The strength of the Nether Dragon Emperor is not so terrifying!"
"This should be the rumored ghost dragon soul of the ghost dragon clan's peerless imperial artifact, the ghost dragon blade!"
But at this moment, the figure of the little black snake flashed in an instant and appeared in front of Mo Wentian.
Looking at Mo Wentian, the little black snake said with an extremely serious expression.
"The ghost dragon soul of the ghost dragon blade?"
"What is the Ghost Dragon Blade?"
Hearing this, Mo Wentian's brows furrowed even more tightly.
Looking at the little black snake, Mo Wentian blurted out subconsciously.
"Reporting to the emperor, this Nether Dragon Blade is a peerless artifact among the Nether Dragon clan, and it is also the only artifact in the ancient ruins that reaches the imperial level!"
"However, this Ghost Dragon Blade has a restriction. Only people from the Dragon Clan can use it!"
A glint flashed in the little black snake's eyes, and he said with a respectful expression.
"The only imperial-level artifact in the ancient ruins? And it can only be used by people from the Dragon Clan?"
As he muttered to himself, Mo Wentian's expression instantly became serious.
This ghost dragon blade is an emperor-level artifact. As soon as he heard about this emperor-level artifact, Mo Wentian had an idea in his heart, that is, to seize this ghost dragon blade.
But this Nether Dragon Blade can't be used by people who are not from the Dragon Clan, so what's the use of taking it away
"Emperor, although this artifact can only be used by people from the Dragon Clan, Master Xiaojiao is different!"
"According to the extremely pure dragon power in Master Xiaojiao, Master Xiaojiao can definitely use this Ghost Dragon Blade, and it is said that the more pure the dragon power is, the stronger the power of the Ghost Dragon Blade will be. !”
Looking at Mo Wentian's sad face, a complex look flashed through the dark eyes of the little black snake, and he said in a deep voice.
"Can the little dragon be used and exert its greater power?"
"This Emperor wants this Nether Dragon Blade!"
A sonorous and powerful voice sounded, and Mo Wentian's eyes were full of determination.
"Boss, do you want to take this Ghost Dragon Blade?"
Listening to Mo Wentian's words, Xiaojiao's eyes flashed with light and he said in a deep voice.
"Xiao Hei, you can use this Ghost Dragon Blade, and it can exert great power!"
"Then I will take it off and give it to you to use. In this way, with your cultivation and this ghost dragon blade, your combat power will definitely be terrifying!"
Looking at Xiaojiao, Mo Wentian's mouth curled up slightly, and a smile spread.
"Boss..."
Hearing this, Xiaojiao was deeply moved.
He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end nothing came out.
Xiaojiao knew very well that his strength was the most important to Mo Wentian.
"Imperial artifact, my Divine Dragon Seal is only a half-grade imperial artifact!"
"As for the Time Roulette, I still don't know what level of artifact it is, but since the Time Roulette was left behind by the Holy King of Time, its level must not be bad."
The next moment, Mo Wentian seemed to have remembered something. A gleam of light flashed across Mo Wentian's eyes, and he said secretly in his heart.
"Boss, the power of the ghost dragon soul on this ghost dragon blade is so terrifying. It will definitely not be easy to capture it!"
At this moment, Huantian, who had not spoken for a long time, stretched out his furry paws, scratched his head, and said solemnly.
"Whether you agree with it or not, I will decide on this Nether Dragon Blade!"
A sonorous and powerful voice sounded, and Mo Wentian's eyes were extremely firm.