The carefree voice fell into Mu Ye Canfeng's heart, and it gradually settled down. The light in his golden eyes became even brighter, and his body began to gradually change.
Indescribable heat began to accumulate from the depths of his soul, and Mu Ye Canfeng's body was undergoing a huge transformation.
The body began to gradually become larger, and the horns on the head began to gradually appear. Huge sharp dragon claws burst out from the body, and the dragon patterns on the back gradually became clear.
In the silver light, Fighting Ghost God seemed to have sensed its transformation, and began to emit a burst of bright and world-destroying light.
The white light instantly shattered, and a giant silver dragon floated in the sky. In the silver light, it looked like a stunning scenery, and its beauty was breathtaking.
In front of the silver dragon, a sword glowing with white light was gradually revealing its most essential appearance.
The dragon-shaped sword body has golden light floating on it, and the hilt is in the shape of a dragon's head. A golden gemstone is inlaid on it, and the light shines instantly.
The light in Mu Ye Canfeng's golden eyes shone brightly, and when his gaze fell on Xiaoyao who was covered in injuries, an extremely murderous intention immediately filled the air.
To actually injure its carefree like this is really a desperate act.
A beam of light shot towards Xiaoyao in the golden eyes, gently surrounding her. Then its gaze fell on the huge black shadow in the darkness.
"You should never be reincarnated..."
There was an unprecedented madness in Mu Ye Canfeng's eyes, and the fighting ghosts and gods in front of him seemed to feel it, and began to shine with a sad and proud light.
The sword slowly aimed at the huge black shadow, ready to go!
"You want to kill me. Although you are a descendant of the ancient dragon clan, but with the impure dragon blood, you are filthier and more despicable than humans!" Cang Mang's arrogant voice reached Mu Ye Canfeng's ears, instantly igniting the fire.
The fire of hatred was already burning wantonly in its heart.
The dragon's claws streaked across the sky, passing straight through the vast and dark body.
"Haha, I have no body, and your attacks are ineffective against me!" Cang Mang laughed arrogantly, and a trace of death escaped from its body, entangled in Mu Ye Canfeng's dragon claws.
Immediately afterwards, countless death energy emerged from Cangwu's body, tightly binding Mu Ye Canfeng's body in front of it.
"Haha, although my bloodline is not pure, I am at least a descendant of the ancient dragon clan. I want your body!"