At this moment, Mo Wentian felt a sense of determination in his heart.
He must capture this cold grass.
If this Hanyou Grass is taken and refined for Tianhu, maybe Tianhu will really be able to communicate with the power of Jiyin.
Although Mo Wentian didn't know to what extent Tianhu's strength would increase if he communicated with the power of Jiyin, Mo Wentian always felt that if Tianhu awakened the power of Jiyin, his strength would increase by a lot.
"Rumble..."
At this moment, violent sounds came from the void.
"Quack, quack, quack..."
"Who wants to take Hanyou Grass?"
A cold and stern voice came from the void.
"It's me. I want to take Hanyou Grass!"
Hearing this, Mo Wentian blurted out without any hesitation, almost subconsciously.
"Hanyoucao is not something you can just take if you want!"
"This Hanyou Grass is the sacred grass of my emperor-level cold dragon. If you want to take the sacred grass, you have to step on me first!"
The voice came from the void, and the voice was full of anger.
"Buzzing..."
Immediately, a figure appeared in the void.
This figure is exactly a cold dragon, but this cold dragon is a little different from ordinary cold dragons. The aura of this cold dragon has reached the realm of the Heavenly Emperor, and is only one step away from the realm of the Heavenly Saint. .
An extremely cold chill spread over this cold dragon.
Looking at Mo Wentian, Han Long's eyes were filled with anger.
It looked as if Mo Wentian had completely angered him.
"Boss, he is a cold dragon that has reached the perfection of the Heavenly Emperor!"
Seeing Han Long's figure appear, a fighting spirit rose in Xiao Jiao's eyes.
Xiao Jiao has always wanted to fight, but there has never been a chance. Seeing this cold dragon appear, Xiao Jiao knew that the opportunity had come.
But the aura on this cold dragon is just that of the Heavenly Emperor's perfect state. The Heavenly Emperor's perfect cultivation really can't withstand the two punches of the little dragon.
Thinking like this, Xiaojiao couldn't hide a bit of disappointment in his eyes.
"The perfect cold dragon of the Heavenly Emperor?"
"Little Jiao, I'll leave this cold dragon to you!"
A cold voice sounded, and an extremely cold gleam rose in Mo Wentian's eyes.
Mo Wentian knew that Xiao Jiao had always wanted to fight. The cold dragon's cultivation in front of him had reached the perfection of the Emperor of Heaven, and he could give Xiao Jiao some practice.
"It's so cold. Although the cultivation of this cold dragon is only at the level of the Emperor of Heaven, the cold on this cold dragon is so strong!"
"This cold dragon turns out to be the monster that protects the cold grass. It seems that if you want to take over the cold grass, you must deal with this cold dragon!"
"It's not easy to deal with this cold dragon. You and I can easily deal with this cold dragon!"
"This cold dragon is not as easy to deal with as it seems. Although the aura of this cold dragon is only that of the Emperor of Heaven, the cold air on his body is so terrifying. If someone is not careful and his body is injured by his cold air, there will be no harm. So easy!”
"Mo Wentian wants to seize the Hanyou Grass. It seems that he is going to have a big battle!"
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At this moment, the disciples of the Divine Heaven Realm exploded in an instant.
They looked at the cold dragon in front of them, but a complicated look flashed in their eyes.
Although the cultivation level of the cold dragon in front of him is only at the level of the Heavenly Emperor's Perfection, the aura on this cold dragon's body is extremely terrifying. I'm afraid it's not possible to measure the strength of this cold dragon by his cultivation level.
This cold dragon protects Hanyou Grass. If this cold dragon is not dealt with, it will be impossible to capture Hanyou Grass.
But the disciples of the Divine Heaven Realm did not want to help Mo Wentian, especially those disciples of the Divine Heaven Realm who had not seen Mo Wentian's strength, even though they believed Mo Wentian when Mo Chou came out to speak.
But in their hearts, they still wanted to see how far Mo Wentian's strength had reached.
"Okay, boss!"
"This is just a little cold dragon, let's see how I kill him!"
Xiaojiao looked at Mo Wentian with determination in his eyes.
At this moment, the aura on Xiao Jiao's body surged rapidly.
"Buzzing..."
The next moment, Xiaojiao's little snake-like body flashed, stood proudly in the void, and instantly transformed into a peerless dragon.
A vast and incomparable dragon's power spread out from Xiaojiao's body.
"Hoho..."
Immediately, the little dragon roared twice, and the dragon's roar resounded throughout the Shentian Mountains.
"You... you are the Dragon Emperor..."
Seeing the little dragon transformed into a mighty dragon, the cold dragon's eyes were filled with shock.
What's more, in the eyes of this cold dragon, there is a touch of admiration and fear in the heart, which is a kind of fear of the strong.
At this moment, the fighting spirit in this cold dragon disappeared in an instant.
At this moment, the cold dragon's body began to tremble.
It looked like he had seen something terrible, and his body was trembling.
"Dragon Emperor?"
"This cold dragon said that Xiaojiao is the Dragon Emperor?"
As he muttered to himself, a complicated look flashed across Mo Wentian's eyes.
In fact, Mo Wentian was not very clear about Xiaojiao's identity.
He has always wanted to find out Xiaojiao's identity, but the old man Shenzhu and the old ancient book never said anything. This has always been a mystery in Mo Wentian's heart.
Although Mo Wentian didn't know Xiaojiao's identity, Mo Wentian knew that Xiaojiao's identity was definitely not simple.
"Boss, Dragon Emperor?"
"What does Hanlong mean when he says that Xiaojiao is the Dragon Emperor?"
"He looked at the little dragon and immediately crawled down. Is he afraid of the little dragon?"
At this moment, Huantian's figure flashed and landed on Mo Wentian's shoulder.
Looking at Mo Wentian, Huantian's eyes were filled with surprise and he said in a deep voice.
"This emperor doesn't know either!"
"Ask this cold dragon first!"
Mo Wentian's expression was extremely serious.
"Hanlong, you've just given up defeat before you even had a fight with me, Grandpa Xiaojiao. You're too incompetent!"
At this moment, Xiaojiao stood proudly in the void, looking at Hanlong, who had lost all fighting spirit, with a hint of displeasure in his eyes.
Although the cultivation level of this cold dragon is only as high as that of the Heavenly Emperor, Xiao Jiao doesn't have to expend too much effort to defeat this cold dragon, but at least he can stretch his muscles in a battle.
But at this moment, when the cold dragon saw him transforming into a dragon, he actually crawled down towards him. This made Xiao Jiao feel dissatisfied instantly.
At this moment, the aura on Xiao Jiao's body increased rapidly.
"Lord Dragon Emperor, I..."
"How can I, a little cold dragon, be your opponent, Mr. Dragon Emperor? I, the cold dragon, am willing to surrender to Mr. Dragon Emperor and follow him at his side!"
Hearing this, the cold dragon looked at Mo Wentian with a hint of respect in his eyes.
At the same time, the cold dragon's body began to tremble.
"Lord Dragon Emperor?"
"Submit to me?"
"Follow me?"
Xiaojiao looked at Hanlong with doubts in his eyes.
What Hanlong said made Xiaojiao a little puzzled.
He had never seen this cold dragon before, and he had never seen this cold dragon before. This cold dragon actually called him Lord Dragon Emperor and wanted to surrender to him and follow him.
At this moment, Xiaojiao was even more shocked.
"This... did I hear this correctly? This cold dragon actually called the little snake Mo Wentian brought with him the Dragon Emperor?"
"Dragon Emperor, I have never heard of this title before. No, I seem to have heard of it somewhere!"
"Hanlong's cultivation strength is not weak. Mo Wentian's little snake's cultivation has not yet reached the level of the Emperor of Heaven. This Hanlong actually said that he would surrender and follow the little snake!"
"This is simply unbelievable. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed that this little snake next to Mo Wentian could actually make Han Long so afraid!"
"The little snake next to Mo Wentian, no, he is not a snake at all, but a peerless dragon!"
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The disciples of the Divine Heaven Realm started talking as they looked at the little dragon standing proudly in the sky.
In their hearts, they became curious about Xiaojiao's identity.