Although the soul power of his majestic Burning Heaven Dragon Emperor and the Great Perfection of the Emperor Realm was frozen, it was not affected by ordinary soul skills.
To put it bluntly, even a person who is proficient in soul skills at the peak of the Holy King realm cannot affect him.
If there really was that kind of talent, he would have been enshrined like a treasure by humans long ago, and he would definitely not sneak into the monster group and come to the Ten Thousand Monsters Conference to cause trouble.
But how to explain the scene before us?
"These illusions are not soul skills at all, but special abilities!" Xiao Long stared at him and solemnly said: "You are a divine beast!"
Soul skill?
How could it be a soul skill that could affect Xiao Long? Only the special abilities of divine beasts could do this!
"Haha, you are very smart."
The man with black eyes stared at Xiao Long and said with a faint smile: "Xiao Long, if you just retreat, I won't embarrass you."
"Is it possible?" Xiao Long sneered. This person could actually say his name. He obviously knew something in Huang Mao's dream.
The man with black eyes turned cold.
"I know that you are very strong. You have controlled the Law of Fire. Even if you fight for your life, even a fifth-level demon saint can be severely injured by you, but don't underestimate the ability of a divine beast!"
Xiao Long shook his head, clenched his fist, and a huge sky of flames covered the sky and covered the black-eyed man.
The man with black eyes was unmoved, and his strange pupils quickly rotated: "Since you are obsessed with it, I will let you see the power of nightmares!"
"boom!"
There was a bang in Xiao Long's mind, and the scene in front of him instantly changed, turning into a huge crimson palace.
Inside the palace, there are countless huge pillars. The pillars are carved with dragons, which are solemn and majestic. Each striped dragon is lifelike, like a living creature.
Above the palace, there are four characters carved on it: Burning Heavenly Dragon Palace.
This is the main hall of Fentian Dragon Palace, where he announced important matters in his previous life.
"I actually saw scenes from my past life?"
Xiao Long looked at the palace in front of him with a sneer on his lips.
He knew that this was a dream, and as long as he had this prerequisite awareness, no matter what he saw, he would not be affected.
He walked forward and sat down on the large flame dragon chair in the middle.
"It feels so familiar."
Sitting on the dragon chair, Xiao Long fell into deep thought. Although this situation was a dream, it was extremely real, just like what really happened. He even had the illusion of going back to the past.
"Master!"
A low voice came, and Xiao Long turned his head to look. Next to him, a man in black clothing appeared. His face was wrapped in a layer of black cloth, leaving only two eyes, but from the outline of his face
From the looks of it, he is a middle-aged mature man.
This man's aura was deep and unwavering, like a killer lurking in the dark.
"Mo Ying!" Xiao Long was surprised, even his direct disciple Mo Ying appeared in the dream.
Dreams are born from the heart. Things that have been thought about in the heart and things that have been seen before may appear in the dream.
"Master, after you were assassinated by the Red Lotus Martial Emperor, Senior Brother Canghai and I disbanded the Burning Heaven Dragon Palace and scattered the disciples and elders of the Dragon Palace across the continent. We agreed to reunite after a thousand years and restore the glory of the Dragon Palace."
Mo Ying's words were very similar to Xiao Long's guess in his heart, that's what he thought.
However, Mo Ying's next words immediately stunned Xiao Long.
"After exploration by Senior Brother Canghai and I, we discovered four ancient battlefields in the Chinese continent, which are located in Cangzhou in the East Xuan Territory, Binghai State in the Northern Wilderness Territory, Tianqiong State in the Western Heaven Territory, and Dahuang State in the Southern Barbarian Territory. After discussion, we decided two hundred years ago
, four Canghai academies were established in the core areas of these four major states to absorb the Dragon Palace disciples scattered in various places. They can advance, attack, retreat or defend, which is also the safest method."
When Xiao Long heard this, his expression kept changing.
Cangzhou in the Eastern Xuan Territory, Binghai State in the Northern Wilderness Territory, Tianqiong State in the Western Heavenly Territory, and Dahuang State in the Southern Barbarian Territory.
Of these four places, he only knew about Dahuang Prefecture in the Southern Barbarian Territory, and he had never heard of the other three places.
Are Mo Ying's words just his own imagination, or are they true?
"How are you doing now?" Xiao Long asked.
"Back to Master, each level of Martial Emperor is very different. A thousand years have passed, and Senior Brother Canghai has cultivated from the early stage of Level 5 Martial Emperor to the peak of Level 5 Martial Emperor. He is currently in seclusion, sprinting to the sixth level with all his strength. I am still at the same level.
The Emperor Wu is wandering around." Mo Ying cupped his fists and said.
The scene in front of him was like the real Mo Ying standing beside him, talking to him. Xiao Long even had the illusion that this was not a dream, but reality.
"By the way." Xiao Long suddenly remembered something and asked, "Mo Jiuyou has the same surname as yours, what is his relationship with you?"
"Mo Jiuyou..."
Mo Ying fell into memories and said slowly: "Mo Jiuyou's situation is very complicated. He is not my descendant, nor is he an orphan I adopted. To be precise, he has no father or mother, and he cannot even be considered a human being."
"Not a human being?" Xiao Long was surprised.
"That's right, he's not a human! He was originally a ball of lifeless flesh and blood. After being eroded by the demonic energy, he miraculously gained a subtle intelligence and was taken back by me..."
When Mo Ying said this, he suddenly stopped.
Xiao Long looked at him, only to see Mo Ying pull out the short knife from behind and slash towards Xiao Long's neck.
Mo Ying's speed was so fast that Xiao* didn't have time to react before the short knife cut the edge of his neck.
Then, Mo Ying's arm stopped there, only part of the skin was cut off, and it remained motionless.
"Whoosh!"
Xiao Long quickly retreated and came ten steps away.
His reaction now is that this is a dream, he can't believe everything, and he almost got caught!
But the terrifying murderous intent and the feeling of being trapped in death made Xiao Long understand: if he was killed in a dream, he would probably die in reality too!
Mo Ying still maintained the posture of wielding the knife, motionless, and there was a look of struggle in his eyes.
"What the hell dares to manipulate me into killing my master? Go to hell!"
Mo Ying's pupils were bloodshot, and he pulled out his short sword and slashed it into the void.
"boom!"
When the sword came out, the world was shocked.
In an instant, the heaven and earth shook, the void turned upside down, and the entire Burning Sky Dragon Palace completely collapsed in an instant!
A large hole was cut in the void, and the scene in front of me was like being cut with a knife, separated into two halves from the incision, and then both sides were densely covered with spider web-like cracks, like broken glass, crumbling inch by inch, and the floor of the Dragon Palace collapsed.
, Dragon Chair, Mo Ying, all shattered into pieces.
"Bang!"
All dreams are shattered!
Xiao Long opened his eyes and suddenly appeared in the outside world.
The man's pupils shrank, he took a few steps back and fell to the ground.
"Who is that! How could there be such a powerful person in your dream!" The man with black eyes was horrified.