Chapter 1339 Dark Dragon Blade

"Then let's go to this room!"

Hearing Xiao Jiao's words, a gleam flashed in Xiao Jiao's eyes, and said coldly.

"My lord, please!"

The middle-aged man looked at Xiao Jiao, and made a gesture of invitation with a very respectful expression.

"lead the way!"

Xiaojiao just spit out two words indifferently, his eyes were extremely indifferent.

"Yes, yes, my lord!"

Hearing this, the middle-aged man nodded repeatedly.

Immediately, he took a step forward and walked directly upstairs.

Watching the middle-aged man go upstairs, Xiao Jiao and the others quickly followed.

"The spiritual energy is getting stronger and stronger from floor to floor. It seems that our upper room is on the top floor!"

Feeling the increasingly intense aura, a trace of light flashed across Mo Wentian's eyes, and he said secretly in his heart.

After a while, everyone followed the middle-aged man to the top floor of the inn.

As soon as he reached the top floor, an incomparably rich aura rushed towards his face, making people feel refreshed for a while.

"If you practice here for one day, it will definitely be comparable to practicing for ten days in other places!"

Taking a deep breath, an incomparably bright light rose in Mo Wentian's eyes.

"My lord, this is a total of two upper and upper rooms!"

"The room on the left is already occupied by our young master, and the room on the right is yours, my lord!"

At this moment, the middle-aged man pointed to the only two rooms on the top floor and introduced.

"Um!"

"Open it, my lord is going to enter the news first!"

"It's nothing, don't disturb my lord!"

Xiaojiao looked at the room on the right, his eyes shrank suddenly, and he said indifferently.

"Yes, my lord, the little one understands!"

"If your lord has any orders, please do so!"

Hearing this, the middle-aged man froze for a moment, came back to his senses, and quickly said with a smile.

After speaking, the middle-aged man turned around and retreated.

Watching the middle-aged man go downstairs, Mo Wentian and the others headed towards the room.

And just as Mo Wentian and the others entered the room, outside the inn, there was a sudden sound of dragon chants.

The next moment, a vast and boundless dragon power came from the depths of Xuanshen Temple.

"Longwei is so strong, could it be that our emperor has broken through again?"

"The emperor's cultivation base is already terrifying and boundless. If he breaks through again, wouldn't it be..."

"This dragon power is so strong and terrifying!"

"terrible!"

...

As this vast coercion hit, countless warriors in the entire Xuanshen Temple looked towards the depths of the Xuanshen Temple.

In the depths of the Xuanshen Temple, there is actually a high mountain piercing into the sky. On the high mountain, there is a phantom of a dragon moving endlessly.

"Boss, what is this?"

Looking at the high mountain, Xiao Jiao couldn't help taking a deep breath.

The high mountain is hundreds of thousands of feet away, but Xiaojiao can clearly feel the coercion of the terrifying dragon on the high mountain.

Even if Xiaojiao just looked at it, he could feel that the strength of this divine dragon must be terrifying and boundless.

"That is a peerless divine dragon, could it be the Youlong Emperor of the Youlong Clan?"

Hearing Xiaojiao's words, Mo Wentian's eyes looked at the peerless divine dragon in the distance, but his brows were instantly furrowed, and an incomparably cold light flashed in his eyes.

"Emperor, this is not the Youlong Emperor of the Youlong Clan. The strength of the Youlong Emperor is not so terrifying!"

"This should be the rumored, peerless imperial artifact of the Youlong Clan, the Youlong Soul of the Youlong Blade!"

But at this moment, the figure of the little black snake flashed in an instant, appearing in front of Mo Wentian.

Looking at Mo Wentian, the little black snake said with an incomparably serious expression.

"Youlong Soul of Youlongblade?"

"What is the Youlong Blade?"

Hearing this, Mo Wentian frowned more and more.

Looking at the little black snake, Mo Wenxia blurted out consciously.

"Reporting to the Emperor, this Youlong Blade is a peerless artifact of the Youlong Clan, and it is also the only one in the ancient relics that has reached the imperial level!"

"However, there is a restriction on this Youlong Blade, only people from the Dragon Clan can use it!"

A gleam flashed in the eyes of the little black snake, and said respectfully.

"The only emperor-level artifact in the ancient ruins? And it can only be used by dragon people?"

Na na murmured to himself, Mo Wentian's expression suddenly became serious.

This Youlong Blade is an imperial artifact, upon hearing about this imperial artifact, Mo Wentian had an idea in his heart, that is to take this Youlong Blade.

But this Youlong Blade can't be used by anyone who is not from the Dragon Clan, so what's the use of taking it away?

"My lord, although this artifact can only be used by people of the Dragon Clan, Master Xiaojiao is different!"

"According to the incomparably pure dragon power on Master Xiaojiao, Master Xiaojiao will definitely be able to use this Youlong Blade, and it is rumored that the purer the dragon power on his body, the stronger the power of this Youlong Blade will be. !"

Seeing Mo Wentian's sad face, the little black snake's extremely dark eyes flashed a complicated look, and said in a deep voice.

"Xiaojiao can use it, and can it exert its greater power?"

"I want this Youlong Blade!"

A sonorous and forceful voice sounded, and Mo Wentian's eyes were full of determination.

"Boss, do you want to take this Youlong Blade?"

Hearing Mo Wentian's words, a gleam flashed in Xiaojiao's eyes, and he said in a deep voice.

"Xiao Hei is not the Youlongblade that you can use, and it can exert tremendous power!"

"Then the emperor will take it down and give it to you to use. In this way, with your cultivation base and this Youlong Blade, your combat power will definitely be terrifying!"

Looking at Xiaojiao, Mo Wentian grinned slightly, and a smile spread.

"Boss..."

Hearing this, Xiao Jiao was deeply moved.

He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything.

Xiaojiao knew very well in his heart that his strength was the most important thing to Mo Wentian.

"Imperial artifact, my Dragon Seal is only a half-grade imperial artifact!"

"As for the time roulette, I still don't know what level of artifact it is, but since the time roulette was left by the Holy King of Time, its level must not be bad."

The next moment, it seemed that he remembered something, a trace of light flashed in Mo Wentian's eyes, and he said secretly in his heart.

"Boss, the power of the Youlong Soul on the Youlong Blade is so terrifying, it must not be easy to take it!"

And at this moment, Huantian, who hadn't spoken for a long time, stretched out his furry paws, scratched his head, and said solemnly.

"No matter how easy it is to disagree, the Emperor will decide on this Youlong Blade!"

A sonorous and forceful voice sounded, and Mo Wentian's eyes were extremely determined.