"Do you want everything in the treasure house?"
"Emperor, the restrictions and formations in the outer layer are already so terrifying, aren't the restrictions in the middle and inner layers..."
You Ming looked at Mo Wentian, his eyes full of shock.
"Isn't it something?"
"Do you think this restriction can stop this emperor?"
Before You Ming could finish his words, he was interrupted by Mo Wentian, whose eyes were extremely bright.
In Mo Wentian's eyes, these restrictions and formations were just tricks.
Mo Wentian wanted to crack it, but it was just a matter of waving his hand.
"Emperor..."
Looking at Mo Wentian, You Ming opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end nothing came out.
"Walk!"
A cold voice sounded, and Mo Wentian took a step forward and walked directly towards the middle level of the treasure house.
Seeing this, Xiaojiao and Huantian's eyes flashed, and they quickly followed.
After a few breaths, everyone had arrived at the middle level of the treasure house.
On the middle door, mysterious divine patterns flickered, and a slight chill spread from above.
"Break it for me!"
With a cold shout, Mo Wentian shot countless seals directly at the door.
As Mo Wentian played the seals one by one, the divine patterns on the door began to shatter.
"Boss, what kind of restriction is this?"
"Why did you break it so easily?"
Seeing that the restriction was quickly broken, Xiaojiao asked in a deep voice.
"It's just some little tricks!"
Mo Wentian's eyes were extremely indifferent.
It seemed that Mo Wentian didn't pay any attention to this restriction.
"little tricks?"
"Boss, the power of this restriction is not weak. I think your ability to break the restriction has increased, boss, and it's not because the restriction is too weak, right?"
A light flashed in his eyes, and the corner of Xiaojiao's mouth raised in a curve.
Xiaojiao has followed Mo Wentian for such a long time, and he is very clear about Mo Wentian's ability to break the forbidden formation.
It's not like I haven't encountered a restriction of this level before. At that time, Mo Wentian had to consume much more power and time to break it than it does now.
"This emperor's strength has indeed increased!"
Mo Wentian looked at Xiaojiao and said with an indifferent expression.
This restriction has been completely broken at this moment.
Without any hesitation, Mo Wentian stepped forward and stepped directly into the door.
As soon as he entered the door of the middle level, the aroma of medicine that was stronger than the outer level hit his face, and countless artifacts shone brightly.
"Little Jiao, Huantian, put all these artifacts and elixirs away!"
The next moment, Mo Wentian threw several space rings towards Xiaojiao and Huantian.
"Okay, boss!"
"Boss, I guarantee that nothing in this that can be useful for cultivation will be kept!"
Huantian and Xiaojiao quickly agreed.
After saying that, Xiaojiao and Huantian took the space rings and quickly looted all the resources in the treasure house.
"Boss, all resources have been collected!"
Xiaojiao and Huantian handed all the collected resources to Mo Wentian.
Mo Wentian opened his soul and scanned it with his spiritual consciousness, and the contents of the space ring were completely displayed in Mo Wentian's mind.
"The levels of these artifacts and elixirs are too low!"
Mo Wentian seemed very dissatisfied with the collected resources.
"Boss, let's go into the inner layer and take a look. In this inner layer, there should be the most precious thing in the Nether Dragon Clan!"
Xiaojiao looked at Mo Wentian and said in a deep voice.
"Um!"
A flicker of light flashed across Mo Wentian's eyes.
The next moment, Mo Wentian walked directly towards the inner layer.
In the inner layer, restrictions and formations were also set up, and there was no doubt that Mo Wentian quickly cracked them.
Just entering the inner layer, it is not like what Xiaojiao said. There is no artifact or elixir at all in this inner layer.
What's more, even the spiritual energy in this inner layer has become thinner.
"Boss, this inner layer is so weird!"
"It's okay if there are no artifacts and elixirs, but even the spiritual energy inside is so thin!"
Xiao Jiao glanced around, frowned slightly, and spoke in a lowered voice.
"Be careful!"
"There must be something in here!"
Mo Wentian's expression became wary.
According to normal principles, it is impossible that there is nothing here.
And Mo Wentian had a strong feeling in his heart that there must be something not simple in this inner layer!
"Okay, boss!"
"Okay, boss!"
"Yes, Emperor!"
…
As soon as Mo Wentian said these words, the expressions of the figures became serious.
"You are not a strong man from our Nether Dragon Clan, but you dare to enter the Nether Dragon Clan's treasure house. You are simply looking for death!"
Suddenly, a cold and stern voice came.
"Hoho..."
The next moment, a figure was seen coming from the void.
At the same time, a powerful and boundless force suppressed Mo Wentian.
That force was like a big mountain, and this person seemed to be crushing Mo Wentian into pieces.
This figure is very strange. He does not look like a ghost dragon. He has nine horns, but on each horn, dragon power spreads out.
"Boss, what is this?"
Looking at the figure getting closer and closer, Xiaojiao's eyes flashed with a hint of astonishment and said in a deep voice.
"No matter what this emperor is, if he meets me today, he will die!"
A cold voice sounded, and Mo Wentian's eyes were full of determination.
At the same time, the aura on Mo Wentian's body quickly surged.
In just a few breaths, the aura on Mo Wentian's body had already reached the peak of the Emperor, and was only one step away from the Emperor's perfection.
"Boss, the aura on this monster is not weak, and I think his physique must be very strong!"
"You must be careful!"
Looking at Mo Wentian, Xiaojiao quickly reminded him.
Although the aura of the monster with nine horns in front of him was terrifying, the little dragon had followed Mo Wentian for so long.
Xiaojiao knew Mo Wentian very well. Since Mo Wentian came to the treasure house of the Nether Dragon Clan, he would definitely loot all the treasure house of the Nether Dragon Clan.
So when Mo Wentian's aura changed, Xiaojiao didn't try to persuade him, but just reminded him.
"No matter how strong his body is, he will definitely die!"
A sonorous and powerful voice sounded, and murderous intent instantly rose in Mo Wentian's eyes.
"Dragon Seal!"
The next moment, Mo Wentian shouted angrily, and the Divine Dragon Seal instantly appeared in Mo Wentian's hand.
The palm-sized Divine Dragon Seal quickly grew in size as Mo Wentian played each seal.
In just a few breaths, the Divine Dragon Seal had grown to a size of a hundred feet.