Xiao Long immediately left here and went to the sect where he found Elder Qin Wuji.
After learning about Xiao Long's problem, Qin Wuji looked very heavy.
"Elder Qin Wuji, what happened?" Xiao Long asked with a tremor in his heart.
"Alas!" Qin Wuji sighed and said slowly: "The sect leader has passed away."
"What?" Xiao Long was shocked.
"Yes, the last time the sect master showed up, he had exhausted all his vitality. The next day after he returned, he had become an immortal." Qin Wuji sighed.
Xiao Long was still in a dazed state, refusing to believe that the good old Dragon Emperor died so easily.
The last time, he showed up to rescue him. In other words, the old Dragon King exhausted his life force for Xiao Long.
"Xiao Long, everyone is destined to die. The sect master has existed since ancient times. He has lived for millions of years, and his lifespan has come to an end."
"Every time he fought in the future, his vitality was consumed! And recently, there have been frequent opportunities in the mass graves. In order to compete for those benefits, the sect leader had to frequently come forward and fight with outsiders!"
"Especially the time when we obtained the secret realm of the treasure house, the sect leader was besieged by three peak immortals and killed three people in a row to keep the growth of Xiaoyao Dragon Palace."
Having said this, Qin Wuji seemed to have aged a lot in an instant.
Xiao Long froze and said slowly: "In other words, the senior is dead, but we are hiding it from the outside world!"
"That's right, otherwise the sect leader will definitely come forward this time in the secret realm of the treasure house, alas!" Qin Wuji sighed.
Xiao Long still couldn't believe that an immortal-level dragon could die so easily.
Moreover, he would not believe it even if he died because his longevity was exhausted.
Ordinary immortal human monks can survive from ancient times, let alone dragons.
"I don't believe it, can you show me the body of Senior Dragon King?" Xiao Long said.
Qin Wuji nodded: "It's okay, the sect master is physically dead, but there should be residual thoughts left, and I think he will give you some information."
"Come with me!"
Qin Wuji waved his hand and left Xiaoyao Dragon Palace with Xiao Long.
After leaving, the two of them headed north, away from the mass graves, and came to a desert area filled with yellow sand.
Finally, they found a sinkhole in the desert. The place was full of fog and had natural formations, making it a good place to bury bones.
"The sect leader had given instructions before he left that he would sit down here and no one would be allowed in except you and Qin Yu."
Qin Wuji said calmly: "Xiao Long, go in."
"Um."
Xiao Long nodded heavily and jumped into the sinkhole.
After falling in, the scenery in front of him changed rapidly. After falling for an unknown period of time, he reached the bottom of the sinkhole.
There is a cave underneath, a dark and empty area.
Xiao Long flew forward, locking his eyes on the ground ahead.
There, there was a huge dried dragon corpse, lying sideways on the ground. The body of the dragon corpse had dried up, all its essence and blood had been drained, and only the dry skin and skeleton structure remained.
On the surface of the dragon corpse, the coercion and aftertaste of the deceased's life vaguely remain, which is the majesty that only the dragon clan can have.
Feeling the familiar fluctuation, Xiao Long took a deep breath and was convinced that this was the old Dragon Emperor.
He flew over and came to the old Dragon King, half-kneeling down.
"Senior, the evil demon outside the territory is dead, and the crisis in the wilderness has been resolved. This junior came here to announce the good news!" Xiao Long bowed down, then raised his head and looked at the corpse in front of him quietly.
He hoped that an illusory soul would float out and tell him something.
But what disappointed Xiao Long was that there was nothing.
"Even the regrets no longer exist?" Xiao Long said to himself.
Xiao Long stood up and walked to the dragon corpse.
From the outside, it did look like it was old and decayed, but Xiao Long didn't think that he really died that simply.
Even the sadness does not exist, how is this possible?
"Before the old Dragon Emperor died, he must have encountered some kind of accident!" Xiao Long said with certainty.
"Dad, let me try."
At this time, a voice suddenly came from Xiao Long's head.
"Okay, go ahead!" Xiao Long said.
Xiaolian flew up and landed on the head of the dragon corpse.
She waved her hand and shed colorful light.
At this time, in this area, all the body structures of the old Dragon King had a kind of fine threads spreading out, gradually condensing at the center point and joining together.
It's like scattered soul powers gathered together.
"Dad, these are the remnants of Senior Dragon King. When one is not enough, we gather them together so that they can be put together completely." Xiao Lian explained.
About an hour passed.
All the threads disappeared and gathered in the middle, forming a round ball.
Xiaolian said: "Dad, all the residual thoughts in this area are gathered together. If this doesn't work, then there is nothing we can do."
Xiao Long looked at the ball in the middle quietly for about ten minutes.
The ball finally turned into the shape of a face.
Xiao Long held his breath.
That is the face of the old Dragon Emperor!
"Haha, Xiao Long, you are really thoughtful." A familiar voice came over.
Xiao Long was so excited that he couldn't help himself.
"Senior, can you tell me what happened?" Xiao Long asked quickly.
Hearing this, the old Dragon King sighed and said with a wry smile: "Originally, I didn't plan to tell you. Since you have gone through so much trouble and pieced together my remaining thoughts, I will force myself to tell you."
"Remember, don't let any third party know about this, otherwise the world will be in chaos."
Xiao Long nodded quickly and said: "Yes!"
"Yeah!" The old Dragon King nodded and said, "My clan is calling me! It needs my soul!"
"The clan is calling you?" Xiao Long's pupils immediately contracted.
"That's right, my clan - the Dragon Clan is calling me!" the old Dragon King sighed.
Xiao Long's heart was in his throat.
This was the first time he heard about the dragon clan. He had only met some wild dragon clan so far, which were scattered and not large-scale.
He still doesn't know where the real dragon army is.