Chapter 1792 (1/2)

This dragon shaped mark is not the ghost of the magic dragon that was sealed in Xiang Qiu's sword and then swallowed up by the chaotic sky fire.

Mu Hanyan's heart moved, and the cloak came to her. According to the heart formula of the God's land, it was destroyed. Immediately, the cloak flashed a brilliant dark golden light, and a huge dragon shadow appeared behind her, but it was no longer heavy black, but the same dark gold color as the cloak. The scale was closely linked, and it was even more majestic and domineering.

Mu Hanyan and Ling Baobao looked at each other. They didn't expect that the chaotic sky fire was accompanied by the magic dragon's breath, which was also refined and branded on the cangxuan cloud veil. Although it came from the magic dragon, after its refining, the breath had nothing to do with the magic dragon, just a little more Dragon Spirit out of thin air.

”This is a real artifact.” Mu Hanyan asked.

Although I don't know how much improvement this dragon soul can bring to cangxuan yunsha's defense, even a fool can think that with the magic weapon of dragon soul, it will never be an ordinary magic weapon.

”I think so.” Ling Baobao swallowed and said.

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The land of God, the end of the vast wilderness, the cold wind like a blade.

A man looks far away, his sight seems to penetrate the endless void, staying in another world.

A black dragon was crawling at his feet, as if in deep sleep.

be startled at this scene as like as two peas in the cold, and this black dragon is exactly the same as the magic dragon sealed in the sword of the autumn chop.

”Roar!” The magic dragon suddenly raised his head, raised his head to the sky and roared. His eyes also burst out a bloody red light, showing a ferocious color.

The man reached out his hand and gently pressed it on the top of the magic dragon's head.

The magic dragon stopped roaring and lowered his head. He looked very gentle.

”Someone can refine your dragon soul. It's not easy. It's not easy.” The man's palm stayed on the top of the magic dragon's head for a long time, leisurely said.

The magic dragon roared softly, and his eyes were a little unwilling and angry.

”Xiang qiuzhan should be dead, too. I gave him the magic sword and dragon soul to kill these weak mole ants, and spread his supreme fighting skills. He was killed so easily.” The man was disappointed.

The Dragon roared again, showing a little contempt in his eyes. Obviously, he didn't think much of the mole ants in the main population.

”It seems that I have to go out for a walk myself. I'm afraid I'll never get back to those rubbish.” The man said leisurely.

”Roar...” The magic dragon looked at the man, and his eyes were full of sadness.

”Don't worry. You've been guarding me for so many years. I won't leave you behind. However, your injury is not healed and your strength is not recovered. It's too dangerous to follow me. Although it's just some ants, the top ones are not what you can deal with now. Stay here and I'll come to you when I find a way to help you recover your strength.” Said the man. Although the words are full of concern, but the voice is cold and abnormal, does not contain half emotion.

The magic dragon slowly lowers its head and goes to sleep again. Its scaly body is gradually petrified, like a sculpture that has been eroded by wind and frost for millions of years.