Hearing this, Mo Junlan couldn't help turning his head to look at Long Aotian, and then thoughtfully said, "You are quite right, as long as you are a cultivator, there should be few who don't know that the dragon clan is full of treasures. Yes, for example, dragon scales and dragon tendons can be used to refine weapons, especially the golden dragon with the most noble bloodline, if it is slaughtered, the weapons refined from its body will definitely reach the god level.”
Listening to Mo Junlan's words, Long Aotian couldn't help but twitch, and said, "Can you say something human?"
"What I've said has always been human." Mo Junlan said calmly, "But your race is a dragon, so you may not understand what I'm saying."
Long Aotian, "..."
In fact, there is nothing wrong with what Mo Junlan said, their dragon family is indeed full of treasures.
Especially the golden dragon, whose body is comparable to an artifact.
That's why it is said that the dragon family is blessed.
"For our dragon clan, the golden dragon is indeed a treasure." Long Jingchen said unwillingly.
Shikla glanced at Long Aotian subconsciously, his face suddenly turned gloomy, and said coldly, "He is already dead."
"I sealed his body." Long Jingchen said quickly, "As long as you kill them, I can take you to find his body immediately."
"Long Jingchen, how can your heart be so vicious? Is it still a dragon?" Long Aotian said with an angry face.
However, Long Jingchen ignored Long Aotian's anger and continued to say, "Devil King Shikla, if you can't beat them, you can ask your companions to come over."
Shikla's face became more and more gloomy when he heard the words.
"Shut up!" Ling'er suddenly stepped on Long Jingchen's mouth.
The dragons, "..."
Long Jingchen suddenly let out a muffled sound, and his expression was also very painful.
Mo Junlan squinted his eyes, suddenly summoned the Chaos Fire, and then controlled the Chaos Fire to attack Shikla.
As soon as Shikla saw the Chaos Fire, an inexplicable sense of crisis arose in his heart. He hurriedly avoided the attack of the Chaos Fire, his face gloomy like dripping water.
"Little bastard, burn him to death." Mo Junlan snorted coldly.
"Who do you call the little bastard?" Long Aotian couldn't help asking.
"Of course it's my Chaos Fire." Mo Junlan said.
Long Aotian, "..."
Shikla's face was a little ugly, because he couldn't get rid of Chaos Fire all the time.
Mo Junlan took the opportunity to swing a sword towards Shikla's back.
The sword light scattered and seemed to flicker with cold light, which instantly turned into countless fierce sword qi, and attacked Shikla fiercely.
Shikla's back was also scraped into flesh and blood by the sword energy.
Mo Junlan's figure suddenly flashed, and the next moment he came to the top of Shikla's head, and he stabbed the long sword in his hand at Shikla's Tianling cover.
However, Skra grabbed the long sword that Mo Junlan stabbed with one hand.
"It doesn't matter." Mo Junlan's eyes were like cold stars, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he said with a smile, "I still have a sword."
Skra couldn't help but be startled.
Just as Mo Junlan's words fell, he saw that a particularly beautiful long sword had grown out of Shikla's abdomen.
"My Xiaoer's body is beautiful." Mo Junlan said with a smile.
Ling Xiao, "..."
"You..." Shikla glared at Mo Junlan, because he could clearly feel that his power was draining.
Mo Junlan raised his hand and snapped his fingers. With a bright smile on his face, he hooked his lips and said, "The seeds seem to have sprouted too."
It was Mo Junlan's water spell.
Shikla only felt a sudden sharp pain in his body.
Because of the excessive pain, Shikla's face also became distorted.
At the same time, Shikla's body began to gradually dry up.
Mo Junlan pulled out the Lingxiao sword, because the power in Shikla's body had been completely swallowed up by the Lingxiao sword.
"Your strength is so weak, how did you become a demon king?" After Mo Junlan sneered, he kicked Shikra.
"His power is indeed much weaker than that of Farak." Ling Xiao also said with disgust.
Just when Mo Junlan wanted to let the Chaos Fire burn Shikla, he saw a phantom suddenly float out of Shikla's body.
Mo Junlan couldn't see the phantom's appearance, but he could feel that the opponent's power was very strong.
"What are you?" Mo Junlan asked, looking at the virtual shadow.
The ghost didn't speak.
"Are you dumb? Or do you actually have no mouth?" Mo Junlan raised his eyebrows lightly.
"I feel shivering." Long Aotian said in a trembling voice.
"We have it too." All the elders of the dragon clan said in unison.
"I don't." Mo Junlan said.
"Neither do I." Ling Xiao said lightly.
"Young master, slave... The slave family also feels shivering." Ling'er's complexion seemed a little pale.
"That must be because you are all too weak." Mo Junlan pouted.
Ling Xiao looked at the shadow on the opposite side, squinted her eyes, and said, "Brother Junlan, who do you think the other party is?"
"It's definitely not the main body." Mo Junlan hooked his lips and said, "Otherwise we would have been trembling long ago."
Ling Xiao, "..."
"Devil... Demon Venerable!" Shikla looked at the phantom floating in the air, and the expression on his face was full of awe.
"That's actually the Demon Venerable of the Endless Demon Realm?" Long Aotian couldn't help but say in shock.
"It's actually a Demon Venerable? That's great." Mo Junlan's eyes were slightly bright as he looked at the phantom floating in the air.
"Are you crazy?" Long Aotian looked at Mo Junlan with a horrified expression and said, "That is the Demon Venerable of the Endless Demon Realm, and no one in our Immortal Realm is his opponent at all."
"That's just a phantom avatar, not the main body, what's there to be afraid of?" Mo Junlan sneered.
"...You're right." Long Aotian said in a daze.
"If it was really the Demon Lord's body, Xiao'er and I would have already run away." Mo Junlan snorted softly and said, "The ghost will continue to talk to you here."
"I didn't expect you to be so spineless." Long Aotian looked at Mo Junlan with complicated eyes.
"Isn't it normal to run if you can't fight?" Mo Junlan said in disapproval, "There is no good result in a deadly fight."
"Counseling is cowardly, why make excuses." Long Aotian sneered.
Mo Junlan, "…"
If you encounter the body of Demon Venerable, if you don't admit it, you will definitely die.
Although he is very confident in his own strength, he is not confident enough to think that he can kill Demon Venerable.
At this moment, the phantom of Demon Venerable began to move, and when he raised his hand and waved, a powerful force suddenly attacked them.
Except for Mo Junlan and Ling Xiao, all the dragons present, including Ling'er, were all knocked down at once.
"Fortunately, I avoided it in time." Mo Junlan couldn't help but muttered when he saw their embarrassed appearance, "Otherwise, he would have his feet turned upside down like them."
Ling Xiao, "..."
"But this villain is very cool." Mo Junlan squinted his eyes, then turned to look at Mozun's phantom, hooked his lips and said, "I didn't even say a word of nonsense, just started doing it."
"Brother Junlan, the villains all die of talking too much." Ling Xiao looked at Mo Junlan and said lightly, "So when we fight in the future, it's better to talk less nonsense."
Mo Junlan, "…"
Is his family Xiaoer despising his nonsense
Mozun's phantom was also looking at Mo Junlan and Ling Xiao.
"Can you say a word?" Mo Junlan looked at the phantom of Demon Venerable and said, "Aren't you really dumb?"
Demon Venerable's phantom still didn't speak, but he attacked Mo Junlan and Ling Xiao again.
"Can you show your face?" Mo Junlan frowned, "your head is in my eyes, and it's just a black fog now."
It is precisely because of this that Mo Junlan and Ling Xiao have been unable to see each other's faces.
"Mo Junlan, why are you talking so much nonsense?" Long Aotian said speechlessly.
"I just want to know if he is dumb," Mo Junlan said.
"He is the avatar of the Demon Venerable, and his power is stronger than that of the Immortal Emperor. Can you take away your curiosity now?" Long Aotian's heart was full of powerlessness.
"No!" Mo Junlan snorted coldly, raised his hand, pointed the tip of his sword at the phantom of Demon Venerable, raised his lips and said, "Are you here to save your trashy subordinate?"
When Shikla heard Mo Junlan's words, he didn't have a heart attack.
"Speak!" Mo Junlan said with a displeased expression, "If you don't speak, then I will treat you as an eunuch."
The dragons, "..."
However, what responded to Mo Junlan was one attack after another.
After Mo Junlan avoided an attack, he slashed towards Mozun's phantom with a backhand sword.
"Brother Junlan, do you need my help?" Ling Xiao asked, looking at Mo Junlan.
"Stay aside for now." After Mo Junlan finished speaking, he immediately swung a sword towards Demon Venerable's phantom.
Ling Xiao, "..."
In fact, he really wanted to know, did Brother Jun Lan regard him as a sword spirit
Perhaps... he is the most idle sword spirit in the world.
The master is too strong, and the sword spirit is useless.
"You can go and fight Long Jingchen." Long Aotian looked at Lingxiao with burning eyes.
"Right..." Ling Xiao seemed to remember something and moved his body suddenly.
Seeing this, Long Aotian couldn't help but feel joy in his heart.
However, instead of looking for trouble with Long Jingchen, Lingxiao flew to Shikla.
Skra's eyes glared at Ling Xiao angrily.
Ling Xiao looked at Shikla expressionlessly, and then hit him with a sword qi.
The place where the sword qi attacked was exactly Shikla's crotch.
Scrat suddenly let out a terrifying cry, and a large piece of blood flowed out from between his legs.
"Anyone who covets Brother Junlan should be punished by the palace." Ling Xiao said with an indifferent expression.
"The slave family agrees." Ling'er agreed.
Long Aotian, "..."
He should really be glad that he has no impure thoughts about Mo Junlan.
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