Chapter 260

He burned the Dragon Emperor. Although the soul power of the emperor was frozen, it was not affected by ordinary soul skills.

It's not polite to say that even the peak of the holy Kingdom, which is proficient in soul skills, can't affect him.

If there were such talents, they would have been worshipped by human beings as treasures. They would never sneak into the monster group and make trouble at the 10000 demon assembly.

But how to explain the current situation?

"These visions are not soul skills at all, but special abilities!" Xiao Long stared at him and said solemnly, "you are a divine beast!"

Soul skill?

How can it be a soul skill that can affect Xiao Long? Only the special ability of the divine beast can it be done!

"Ha ha, you are very clever."

The black pupil man stared at Xiao Long and said with a light smile, "Xiao Long, if you retreat here, I can not embarrass you."

"Is it possible?" Xiao Long sneered. The man could say his name. Obviously, he knew something in their dreams.

The black pupil man's eyes cooled down.

"I know that you are very strong. You control the law of fire and fight your life. The fifth order demon saint can be severely damaged by you, but don't underestimate the ability of a divine beast!"

Xiao Long shook his head and shook his fist. A huge curtain of fire covered the black pupil man.

The black pupil man was unmoved, and his strange pupil spun quickly: "since you are stubborn, I will show you the power of nightmare!"

"Boom!"

Xiao Long heard a bang in his head. The scene in front of him changed instantly and turned into a huge red palace.

Inside the palace, there are countless huge pillars, on which carved dragons are solemn and powerful. Each striped dragon is lifelike, just like a living creature.

On the top of the palace, there are four big characters carved: burning dragon palace.

Here is the main hall of the burning Dragon Palace, where he announced important things in his previous life.

"I actually saw the scene of my previous life?"

Xiao Long looked at the palace in front of him and sneered at the corners of his mouth.

He knows that this is a dream. As long as he has this premise consciousness, no matter what he sees, he can't be affected.

He walked forward and sat down on the large flame dragon chair in the middle.

"What a familiar feeling."

Sitting on the Dragon chair, Xiao Long was lost in thought. Although it was a dream, it was incomparably real. Just like what happened, he even had the illusion of going back to the past.

"Master!"

A low voice came. Xiao Long turned his head and looked around. Beside him, a man in black dress appeared. His face was wrapped in a layer of black cloth, leaving only two eyes. However, from the outline of his face, he was a middle-aged mature man.

The man's breath is deep and motionless, like a hidden killer.

"Mo Ying!" Xiao Long was surprised that even his own disciple Mo Ying appeared in his dream.

Dreams are born from the heart. What you think about and what you have seen may appear in your dreams.

"Master, after you were plotted by Honglian Wudi, elder martial brother Canghai and I dissolved the burning Dragon Palace and let the disciples and elders of the Dragon Palace disperse all over the mainland. It was agreed to gather again after a thousand years to reproduce the glory of the Dragon Palace."

Mo Ying's words are very similar to Xiao Long's guess. That's what he thinks.

However, Mo Ying's next sentence directly stunned Xiao Long.

"After my exploration with elder martial brother Canghai, I found four ancient battlefields in the mainland of China, which are located in Cangzhou in the eastern Xuanyu region, Binghai in the northern wasteland region, Tianqiong in the Western Tianyu region and Dahuang in the southern Manyu region. After discussion, we established four Canghai colleges in the core of these four states 200 years ago to absorb scattered Dragon Palace disciples, who can attack and defend in advance and retreat The safest way. "

Xiao Long's face changed as soon as he heard this.

Cangzhou in the East Xuanyu, Binghai in the north, Tianqiong in the west, and Dahuang in the south.

Of these four places, he only knew the southern barbarian region and the great wilderness, and he had never heard of the other three places at all.

Mo Ying's words, is it his own imagination or is it true?

"How is your situation now?" Xiao Long asked.

"Hui Shizun, every level of Emperor Wu is very different. Over the past 1000 years, senior brother Canghai has reached the peak of Emperor Wu from the initial cultivation of Emperor Wu of level 5. At present, he is closing the door and sprinting through level 6 with all his strength. I am still wandering around Emperor Wu of level 1." Mo Ying hugged boxing.

The scene in front of him was like a real Mo Ying standing beside him and talking to him. Xiao Long even had an illusion that it was not a dream, but true.

"By the way." Xiao Long suddenly remembered something and asked, "Mo Jiuyou and you have a surname. What does he have to do with you?"

"Mo Jiuyou..."

Mo Ying fell into memory and slowly said, "Mo Jiuyou's situation is very complex. He is neither my descendant nor my adopted orphan. To be exact, he has no father and mother, and he can't even be regarded as human."

"Not human?" Xiao long wondered.

"Yes, not human! He was originally a mass of lifeless flesh and blood. After being eroded by the magic gas, he was miraculously rich in subtle intelligence and was taken back by me..."

Mo Ying said this and suddenly stopped.

Xiao Long looked at him, but saw Mo Ying pull out the short knife behind him and cut it at Xiao Long's neck.

Mo Ying's speed was so fast that Xiao Longgen couldn't react. The short knife cut to the edge of his neck.

Then Mo Ying's arm stopped there, cut off only part of the skin, and stayed still.

"Whoosh!"

Xiao Long quickly retreated and came ten steps away.

His reaction now is that this is a dream. He can't believe everything. He almost died!

But the terrible killing and deep feeling of death made Xiao Long understand that if he was killed in a dream, he might die in reality!

Mo Ying still kept the posture of waving a knife, motionless, and his eyes showed the color of struggle.

"What the hell, dare to manipulate me to kill my master, go to hell!"

Mo Ying's pupil is full of blood. He pulls out his short knife and cuts it out into the void.

"Boom!"

The world was shocked when the knife came out.

All of a sudden, heaven and earth shook, the void turned upside down, and the whole burning Dragon Palace collapsed in an instant!

The void was cut into a big hole. The scene in front of me was like being cut off by a knife. It was separated into two halves from the incision. Then there were spider web cracks on both sides, like broken glass. Inch by inch, the floor of the Dragon Palace, the Dragon chair and Mo Ying collapsed into pieces.

"Bang!"

All the dreams are broken!

Xiao Long opened his eyes and appeared impressively in the outside world.

The man's pupils contracted, took a few steps back, and fell to the ground.

"Who is that? How could there be such a powerful man in your dream!" the black pupil man was terrified.