"He disappeared?" Mastiff Dragon and other monsters asked in surprise.
The stone palace sank rapidly for an unknown amount of time before finally stopping.
Xiao Long turned his head. The entrance at the back had been sealed, and he couldn't get out even if he wanted to.
"Haha, why have I, Xiao Long, ever been afraid of anyone?"
Xiao Long walked towards inside without any fear.
Not long after, Xiao Long came to a spacious dark hall.
A flash of aurora flame appeared in Xiao Long's eyes, and he could see the scene in the hall clearly.
In front of me, I saw a tall and towering statue, carved with various mythical beasts, lifelike.
The one closest to him was a deer-like creature with goat horns and two wings on its back. It looked like a Pegasus, noble and beautiful.
Bai Ze is an auspicious beast that can turn bad luck into good luck and is immune to disasters. His special ability is ever-changing and he can completely copy the appearance and breath of other people. Except for the strength and moves that cannot be copied, everything else is exactly the same.
Xiao Long then looked down.
These statues of mythical beasts include the candle dragon with a human face and a snake body, the infinitely powerful Kui ox, and the indestructible black turtle. Xiao Long glanced at them one by one, a hundred of them in total.
When he saw the last statue standing in the center, he was stunned for a moment.
This statue is carved with a huge ape, wearing a golden crown on his head, standing ten thousand feet tall, sitting cross-legged in a cattail leaf fan, with his eyes closed, solemn and Buddha-like.
"What is this?" Xiao Long was surprised.
He discovered that there was no description of this object in the dragon clan's memory inheritance.
The mythical beasts among the apes include the Golden Ape God, the Fire Ape God, the Fighting God, etc., which are nothing like the gods in front of us.
"Could he be the ancestor of the ancient giant ape tribe?" Xiao Long found it more and more incredible the more he thought about it.
There is no doubt that among the gods present, the only one that can attract Huang Mao is the one in front of him.
"By the way! Where's the dream tapir?"
Xiao Long quickly took out the compass of life. The compass showed that there was a red dot near him.
"Alas!" At this time, a soft sigh sounded in the hall.
"I was still hoping that you could see through the mystery of this demon temple. I'm so disappointed!"
Hearing this voice, the hairs all over Xiao Long's body stood up.
That is the voice of Holy Lord Dongxie!
In an instant, the scene in front of him changed instantly, all the statues disappeared, and Xiao Long appeared on a wild and boundless grassland.
In front of him, Holy Lord Dongxie stood there, looking at him with a half-smile.
"Unexpectedly, do you think that I can't do anything to you if I am outside? Hahaha! How naive!" Holy Lord Dongxie laughed wildly.
Xiao Long's pupils shrank suddenly. He tried to open the system page and found that it could not be opened.
He is in a dream!
"It's Meng Tapir's fault!" Xiao Long said coldly.
"Oh? As expected of the Dragon Clan, he even knows the dreams of the Dream Tapir!" Holy Lord Dongxie sneered.
Xiao Long instantly understood that it was the Dream Tapir that hypnotized him, and then allowed Holy Lord Dongxie to enter his dream and kill him in his dream!
The so-called trap turns out to be this!
In this way, Holy Lord Dongxie does not need to enter the Demon Temple to threaten him. After all, if he kills him in his dream, he will be completely dead.
Even if only one clone is sent in, the outcome will be the same.
This is neither the annihilation of the soul nor the destruction of the body, but the destruction of consciousness! His body and clone have the same consciousness. Once Xiao Long's consciousness falls into death, he will be completely dead!
Dongxie Shengjun looked at him with a smile: "To tell you the truth, Meng Tapir was enslaved by me as early as 10,000 years ago. In every Ten Thousand Monsters Conference, it is because of his help that I was able to capture so many mythical beasts.
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"So that's it!" Xiao Long's eyes were filled with murderous intent.
But suddenly, Xiao Long thought of a question.
Dream Tapir has hypnotized Huang Mao, Xiong Da, Da Hei and Er Hei, and has long known their identities.
Since Dream Tapir is a chess piece arranged by Holy Lord Dongxie, it stands to reason that Holy Lord Dongxie should have known through Dream Tapir that Xiao Long is a dragon, and should have caught him at the beginning of the game.
However, Holy Lord Dongxie never took action, and later sent a Qiongqi to reluctantly test him out.
What does this mean?
Is it possible that Meng Tapir didn't tell Saint Lord Dongxie the truth?
"Dream Tapir, what on earth are you doing?" Xiao Long really couldn't figure it out.
"The five-clawed black dragon, the supreme dragon clan of divine beasts, are you going to surrender to me on your own initiative, or are you going to let me do it myself, beat you half to death first, and then enslave you?" Holy Lord Dongxie looked at him with interest.
Xiao Long squinted his eyes and after pondering for a long time, he seemed to know something and suddenly smiled.
"You alone want to enslave me? Hahahaha!" Xiao Long looked up to the sky and laughed.
Dongxie Shengjun's eyes gradually turned cold.
"The Dragon Clan is the Dragon Clan. If you are still unwilling to give in even when you are about to die, then well, I will beat you half to death first!"
Holy Lord Dongxie disappeared instantly.
The next moment, he appeared in front of Xiao Long and slapped Xiao Long on the chest.
However, at this moment! A sudden change occurred!
Between heaven and earth, suddenly a sword light flew over and passed by in a flash!
"laugh!"
Blood flowed and a severed arm flew out.
"Ah!" Holy Lord Dongxie pulled away and retreated. His sleeves were empty, and he looked forward in shock.
I saw a man in black robe with his face covered and only two eyes outside appearing in front of him. He was holding a short sword and looking at him with cold eyes.
With just one look, Holy Lord Dongxie felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.
"Emperor Wu!" Holy Lord Dongxie's voice was extremely sharp, and his body was trembling with fear.
"Mo Ying, you're not too late!" Xiao Long said with a smile.
Mo Ying frowned and said nothing. In fact, he was very confused as to why he dreamed of his master again.
Moreover, the scene in front of me was the same as real, as if it was not a dream.
"How is it possible? How could Emperor Martial appear here!" Holy Lord Dongxie shouted in horror.
He raised his head and yelled: "Mengtapir, get out of here! What's going on?"
As the voice fell, the shadow of a man with black eyes appeared in the air, looking at him with a sneer.
"Until now, don't you understand, my respected master, Holy Lord Dongxie?" The black-eyed man said the word "master" with a particularly strong pronunciation, and a cat-and-mouse smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"You dare to betray me?" As soon as Saint Lord Dongxie said this, he was suddenly startled and exclaimed: "No! You are obviously enslaved by me! How could you betray me!"
"Hahahahaha!"
Dream Tapir seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world, and laughed uproariously. He glanced at Dongxie Holy Lord and said: "Slavery? Are you talking about that daydream ten thousand years ago?"
"What!" Holy Lord Dongxie was shocked beyond measure.
Daydream? Could it be that he did not enslave the dream tapir at all, but had a dream?