"Then where did your true dragon power go? Do you think the ancestral dragon's true energy is bullshit!" Hearing Zhan Wuji keep cursing himself, the system also replied.
"That's right, it's the 'Ancestral Dragon Qi'!" Zhou Yuan said calmly.
Zhan Wuji suddenly realized.
The moment he got the true power of Zulong, he was still very happy with this harvest. Zulong is the ancestor of the dragon clan who suppressed all real dragons. As long as he uses the true power of Zulong, this ice dragon will definitely be obedient.
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"Xian'er, go back quickly!" he shouted hurriedly.
Zhan Wuji quickly stopped Mo Xianer and continued to fight with the ice dragon.
But now it seemed that it was too late. The ice dragon rushed over with lightning speed, and Zhan Wuji made no move at all.
While Zhan Wuji was talking, Mo Xianer was confused and was struck by the ice dragon's tail.
And Mo Xian'er's figure was also shaken back.
"Sister Xian'er!" she said softly.
"Ice Dragon, I think you are tired of living!"
Zhan Wuji was furious, his eyes were red, and he was furious.
"Break it for me, the true power of Zulong!"
At this moment, the shadow of a giant dragon slowly appeared behind Zhan Wuji. It was a real golden dragon, a bit bigger than the real dragon.
This is the phantom of an ancestral dragon, several times larger than the ice dragon.
"Roar!" A huge roar sounded.
The ancestral dragon phantom roared, and the ice dragon suddenly froze there, lying there, with weak neighing sounds coming from its mouth.
The ice true dragon was actually frightened by the phantom of the ancestral dragon.
The moment Zulong's true energy was released, even she had an irresistible illusion.
"Cloud... fight!"
Mo Xian'er let out a sweet sigh.
She was also seriously injured now. If the cold dragon attacked again, it would be difficult for her to resist.
Zhan Wuji ignored the cold ice dragon and flew straight towards Mo Xian'er.
"Xian'er, it's my fault, what's wrong with you?
Zhan Wuji looked guilty. If it hadn't been for him, Mo Xian'er wouldn't have been injured so seriously.
"It's okay, Zhan Wuji, how...how did you get to this point?"
Mo Xian'er suppressed her breathing and pointed at the ice dragon.
"This is the true energy of the Ancestral Dragon. All dragon clans must bow their heads under this power."
Zhan Wuji said again.
"Master, this true ice dragon is not pure at all. It is a hybrid and a different species."
Xiaoling, the sword spirit of "The Sword of the Supreme God King" suddenly said.
"Hey! How did you see that?"
Zhan Wuji was slightly startled, as if he did not expect that Xiao Ling would also know about this matter.
If an impure true frost dragon is so powerful, then how strong would a pure true dragon be?
"Well, I am the King of Taichu Sword, and I also have a trace of dragon blood. I can easily tell this."
Xiaoling said in a sweet voice, which was quite cute.
"Sister Xian'er, what are you doing here?"
Zhan Wuji suddenly realized, and then he remembered why this girl Mo appeared in this frozen land.
I have never told her this.
Zhan Wuji's question made her heart tighten.
"I...I...I did it for...!"
Mo Xian'er said so much but didn't explain clearly, which made her even more anxious.
Open.
"Hey! Why?"
A faint smile appeared at the corner of Zhan Wuji's mouth, and he asked a few more questions.
He had a vague idea in his mind, but he wasn't sure.
Looking at Zhan Wuji's face, a faint blush appeared on Mo Xian'er's pretty face. Of course she would not tell him. She was just worried that Zhan Wuji would be hurt, so she followed him.
In this case, she would never say it.
"Zhan Wuji, you don't need to say anything. I'm not following you. I just bumped in by mistake. I didn't know you were here."
Mo Xian'er spoke eloquently.
When Zhan Wuji saw her, he burst into laughter.
Xian'er, what's the difference between doing this and committing suicide?
"Zhan Wuji, you're so good, what are you laughing at..."
Before Mo Xianer finished speaking, he was startled by Zhan Wuji's actions.
"Thank you, sister Xian'er."
Zhan Wuji hugged Mo Xian'er. Mo Xian'er was very tall, about 1.7 feet tall, but at this moment, she buried her head deeply into Zhan Wuji's chest.
Zhan Wuji has grown very fast in the past few days, and his height is close to 1.9 feet.
Burying her head in Zhan Wuji's heart, she felt unprecedented peace. She slowly closed her eyes and fully felt the beauty of the moment. A crystal teardrop flowed from the corner of her eye, but it just flowed down.
She wished she could stay like this forever.
"Oh, sister Xian'er, come with me."
Zhan Wuji suddenly realized.
Holding her soft little hand with one hand, he left in a flash.
The next moment, they had arrived at the world where Zhan Wuji was.
"This is it!"
This scene left her stunned.
——Looking at the sky full of stars, looking at the sky full of peaches and grandsons.
"This is my world, are you satisfied?"
Zhan Wuji replied with a smile.
"Yeah!" nodded.
Mo Xian'er nodded, his eyes shining with joy.
"Follow me." He said.
Zhan Wuji dragged Mo Xian'er to the "Wangxian" tree.
"This is...this is the Immortal Hope Fruit!"
Mo Xian'er was startled. She had never expected that Zhan Wuji would actually have a complete Wangxian fruit.
At this time, the Wangxian fruit finally matured.
He handed the two fruits to her.
"Xian'er, it's time for you to take a rest."
Zhan Wuji helped Mo Xian'er on a chair, and a girl's voice sounded from behind the two of them.
"Rake!" A clear voice sounded.
"good."
He walked over quickly and plunged into Zhan Wuji's chest.
"Xiao Mengzi, where are you? I didn't even see you when you came last time."
"Yeah, I think so too." Zhan Wuji smiled.
"Haha, rake, rake, am I not practicing?"
Meng'er said softly.
After Zhan Wuji finished speaking, he turned to Xian'er and said, "Just stay in this small world to recuperate."
Mo Xian'er nodded, took out an Immortal Hope Fruit, and drank it directly.
After a few flashes, Zhan Wuji disappeared from this small world.
But the giant ice dragon was still lying at the entrance of the cave, motionless.
Zhan Wuji took a step forward, but the cold dragon's head kept hanging down, unwilling to raise its head.
But the giant frost dragon still lowered its head and said to An Lin.
"Greetings, my lord!"
The giant ice dragon snorted coldly.
"Your Majesty?" Yun Ruoyan looked confused.
How did she become the owner of this ice dragon?
"Yes, sir, you possess the Ancestral Dragon Qi, so you are naturally the king of our dragon clan!"
"Even our leader must bow his head before you."
The ice dragon said in a deep voice.
"Why do you want to protect this ray of cold fire?"