"Roar!" Suddenly, a loud roar sounded in his ears.

The space barrier of the Xiling Pool was torn open, and a huge black shadow flew in, and with a single palm, it pushed back the ghostly shadow, and then entrenched beside Gu Fenghua.

"Motian!" Gu Fenghua shouted in surprise.

This is like a fortress protecting his side, isn't it the dragon Motian that Ye Yunji subdued before! The space of Xiling Pool is too narrow, and Mo Tian can only accommodate it by coiling around his body.

Mo Tian turned his head to look at Gu Fenghua, with a hint of kindness in his eyes, then quickly turned his head away, and uttered an angry dragon cry at Mingyou.

Nether Phantom floated in mid-air, also raised the dragon's head, and let out a silent roar. Although it was silent, Gu Fenghua could still clearly feel the violence and anger emanating from it.

The magic dragon roared again, and Mingyou raised its head again. Two demonic dragons, one real and one virtual, roared silently and loudly, and the two sides were at war with each other, as if a dragon race to the death was about to appear in front of them.

Gu Fenghua couldn't care about the Holy Soul Orb at this time, and was secretly worried about Motian. Although they belong to the dragon clan, Motian's strength is obviously not comparable to that of the legendary Mingyou, and he was seriously injured before, and his strength is estimated to have not recovered. Fortunately, Mingyou has been dead for many years, and the phantom in front of him is obviously just a remnant soul , but it may not be stronger than Batian.

Motian's roar kept ringing in his ears, Mingyou raised his ferocious dragon's head again and again, and let out a silent roar, Gu Fenghua's palms also broke out in cold sweat.

Suddenly, Gu Fenghua discovered a strange thing, Motian's roar gradually became deeper and deeper, it seemed a little puzzled, and there was some indescribable attachment, and the violent aura in Mingyou's body gradually disappeared, becoming Such warmth and peace, that hazy eyes seemed to be filled with reluctance.

What's going on here? Before Gu Fenghua could figure out what was going on, he saw Mingyou's figure, like a candle that was about to burn out, swaying violently, then dissipated, and turned into a red mist again, as if traces of blood mist permeated the soul. In the pool, it blends with the surrounding white mist, and they are no longer separated from each other.

After probing with his divine sense, Gu Fenghua was surprised to find that the seven-element aura in the mist had become richer than it was at the beginning, but it was still as pure, without any impurities, and so soft and warm.

Subconsciously looking towards Batian, I saw that the magic dragon had closed its eyes, and around it, the white mist with a slight blush moistened its body like drizzle, pouring into its body. From the corner of its eyes, a tear shed at some point, so crystal clear.

Gu Fenghua tentatively withdrew the holy energy, allowing the spiritual energy of the seven systems to slowly seep into the meridians and flow straight to the soil of the spiritual state.

Just in an instant, the pure land of the spiritual heart that had already dried up and cracked seemed to be raining heavily, restoring its previous moistness, spiritual energy poured into the roots of the holy spirit, and the two innate holy roots that were almost on the verge of dying swayed again, emitting Vigorous, and the holy soul orb stopped trembling, greedily absorbing the power of the holy source from the innate holy spirit root, becoming more solid, and the internal space is constantly expanding.

Looking inside, Gu Fenghua was so surprised that he raised his head and howled loudly when he saw all this. What is the road to heaven and man, and what is life from a desperate situation, this is it!

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