The entrance of the dragon soul is like swallowing a piece of hard meat that is full of sinews. It cannot be chewed at all, and the throat is uncomfortable. But Mo Hua's current spiritual thoughts have already formed elixirs, and have also completed the Taoism of pure gold, unlike ordinary monks.

There is a world of difference between their spiritual consciousness.

It's even better than before.

The violent dragon power is raging inside the body.

The ink painting mobilizes the pure gold source and turns it into a powerful mind power, like a millstone, grinding the dragon soul bit by bit and swallowing it into the belly.

A powerful, fiery force burned his throat.

The powerful dragon soul traveled throughout his body.

The unruly spiritual thoughts were like a violent dragon, flowing through his body, running left and right.

Mo Hua simply turned Taixu's spiritual thoughts into swords and activated the real art, together with formations, spells, and pure gold divine power, to strangle the dragon thoughts in the body.

His divine body was covered with pure gold for a while, so dazzling that people dared not look directly at it.

The powerful dragon soul also exuded astonishing coercion, making the scalps of all the powerful officials in the entire hall go numb.

After an unknown amount of time, the aura of the dragon soul disappeared. Mo Hua opened his eyes, smacked his lips in thought, and murmured in a low voice:

"It doesn't taste like——"

But very supportive.

Mo Hua felt a breath of dragon's breath, pressing against his chest, and couldn't help but shudder.

The sound from this barrier was like wind and thunder, carrying the dragon's roar, vibrating around the entire Dragon Palace.

In the Dragon Palace, all the surrendered descendants of Dahuang turned pale with fear and said in incredible horror:

"Demon—Demon God!"

"It actually - - killed the Dragon King, cut the body into pieces, and then - - 'eated' it?!"

"Treason!"

"The Dragon King——has fallen?!"

"This is the great calamity of the wilderness!"

"Who on earth summoned this heinous little devil?!'

Inside the Dragon Palace, people were frightened and noisy.

Mo Hua thought they were noisy, so he turned his head and looked at these ministers who were blessed by dragon veins and had dragon scales, dragon claws, or dragon beards. He just licked his lips and showed a bad smile, which scared all the civil servants.

The generals were so distraught that they fled in all directions like a fallen tree.

Among the scattered crowds, there was only one person, his eyes blank, standing there in disbelief.

Half of this man's body was covered with dragon bones, his eyes were cloudy, and his face was old.

This face is very familiar to the ink painting.

As soon as he took a step, golden light flashed, and he came to this person from the dragon platform, "It was you who led me."

Coming in?"

The old man smiled bitterly, "Did the little————god see it?"

Mo Hua looked at him curiously and asked slowly: "Didn't you die in the temple? The second elder...

The old man in the Dragon Palace is the second elder of the Demon Sect.

He was also the second elder who led the way for Shentu Ao during the trip to the Gushan tomb, and finally sacrificed his life in order to temporarily seal the evil fetus and assimilate with the dragon bone.

Mo Hua never expected that the person who introduced him to the Dragon Palace would be the second elder.

The second elder looked bitter and explained:

"Those who are loyal to the Great Wilderness and sacrifice their lives will have a residual soul after death, and will enter the Dragon Palace, rank in the Dragon Class, and live forever with the Dragon Emperor of the Great Wilderness——"

Of course, now the "immortal" Dragon King has been swallowed up by Mo Hua.

The second elder still can't believe this ridiculous thing.

Among the evil fetus dream monsters, his remaining soul saw the battle between Mo Hua and the evil fetus.

He expected that ink painting was very strong.

But he never expected that in reality, this small Formation Master who seemed to be just a clever and eccentric Foundation Establishment Realm master would actually be so powerful in the world of spiritual thoughts.

The laws of the Dragon Palace cannot suppress him, and the might of the dragon cannot suppress him.

The powerful dragon general was killed by him with one punch.

The noble Dragon King was crushed to death by his backhand.

Even the dragon soul of Dahuang can be "swallowed" into his belly.

This is—·

"Eat" the dragon.

The second elder felt a chill rising from the bottom of his heart and spreading throughout his limbs, causing his whole body to tremble with fear.

A "horrifying" thought emerged in his heart——·

"Ranked in the Dragon Class, immortalized forever——" Mo Hua shook his head.

It’s not enough to be an emperor and enjoy glory and wealth while you’re alive, you still want to think about such good things when you’re dead.

He stared at the second elder again, "Why did you bring me here?"

The second elder's eyelids twitched, he gathered his thoughts, bowed his head and said respectfully:

"In the battle at the Gushan Temple, I saw that the little god was able to stand up to the evil fetus. I know that your spiritual mind is extraordinary, so I want to give you an opportunity to learn the Great Wilderness inheritance."

"It's not that simple, right?" Mo Hua said with a deep look.

"Yes————" The second elder was looked at by Mo Hua, his back felt cold, and he said tremblingly, "The Dragon Palace in Dahuang is the dojo of inheritance. According to the rules of Dragon Palace, if you want to inherit the inheritance of Dahuang, you must fight against the Dragon Emperor

Only by worshiping him can you receive his blessings."

"And as long as I kneel down and worship the Dragon King——

The second elder paused for a moment, then said bravely, "You will have a heart of surrender, and from then on you will become my loyal arm in the wilderness."

It is said to be an arm, but in fact it is no different from a "slave".

Mo Hua's eyes darkened and he said, "So, you gave me an opportunity and a trap at the same time. Are you plotting against me?"

The second elder's voice trembled slightly, "Yes——."

Mo Hua looked at him with a half-smile, "Aren't you afraid that I will crush you to death if you tell the truth?"

The second elder closed his eyes, sighed deeply, and then said bitterly:

"My remnant soul is able to survive because of the Great Desolate Dragon Palace, and the Great Desolate Dragon Palace is based on the Dragon King."

"Now that the Dragon King is dead, the dragon soul——————is gone too. The Dragon Palace has no master. The remaining souls of us will soon be gone————"

Mo Hua glanced at the second elder, and sure enough he saw that his old figure was getting darker and darker, and his limbs were disintegrating little by little.

Dying?

Mo Hua shook his head.

If this is the case, then the grudge is over.

Most things in the world are a mixture of good and bad.

Although this second elder wanted to plot against him, he also let himself eat something good that he had never eaten before.

I have a lot of money, so I don't care about it.

"You should die slowly by yourself——·"

Mo Hua turned around to leave, but was suddenly called by the second elder:

"Little God——·——.."

Mo Hua turned around and asked him, "Do you have anything else?"

A terrible idea came to mind. The second elder looked solemn, and his heart was extremely entangled. He finally sighed and said slowly:

"I want to make a deal with you————·

"Deal?" Mo Hua raised his eyebrows.

The second elder nodded, "If there is an opportunity, I would like to ask you to take action when necessary to save a trace of my bloodline in the wilderness..."

Mo Hua didn't understand, "You, Dahuang, still have blood?"

Prince Ye died early, and his body was buried in the Gushan Emperor's Tomb.

Shen Tu Ao also died, and his skin was peeled off by Mr. Tu.

What kind of bloodline does the Dahuang clan have?

The second elder simply said lightly: "Yes."
To be continued...