It was born with a single horn, thick scales, and its body was pitch black, like a metal weapon.

"Molong?"

Yaoyao's beautiful eyes widened, looking at the black shadow in disbelief.

This place is called Molong Mountain.

Thirty thousand years ago, a saint from the Northern Tang Dynasty slayed a dragon and became a saint here.

Now more than 30,000 years have passed.

The sacred patterns of the saints of the Northern Tang Dynasty appeared.

And the blood stains of Mo Jiaolong were actually awakened by others.

The Sage and the Black Dragon in the Northern Tang Dynasty.

That grudge 30,000 years ago.

Appeared again?

Looking at the black shadow of the black dragon.

Everyone felt like a dream.

"How is this possible?"

Feng Lingbei and others almost stared out of their eyes.

No one expected it.

It was originally a battle between Xiao Changfeng and the Holy Son of Hundred Poisons.

It actually implicated the past 30,000 years ago.

At this time, even the saint of the Northern Tang Dynasty frowned slightly.

Obviously, he didn't expect that Xiao Changfeng could awaken Mo Jiaolong's residual thoughts.

"Yu Beitang, you damn human being!"

As soon as Mo Jiaolong appeared, he stared at the saint of the Northern Tang Dynasty.

That battle cost him his life.

He also had great hatred for the saints of the Northern Tang Dynasty.

"He's just a defeated general!"

The saint of the Northern Tang Dynasty spoke indifferently.

When he slayed the dragon and became a saint, Mo Jiaolong was his defeated general.

Even if it is just a trace of regret at this time.

But he still has the power of a saint.

And Mo Jiaolong.

Even at his peak state back then, he was only at the ninth level of the Great Power Realm.

The saints of the Northern Tang Dynasty were not afraid at first.

At this time, I will naturally not be afraid anymore.

"Mo Jiao, I can give you a chance to avenge you."

At this time, Xiao Changfeng spoke again.

Let Mo Jiaolong divert his attention back.

First glance.

What he saw was a human boy, and he suddenly felt disdainful.

But at second glance.

However, his pupils shrank, and he immediately prostrated himself on the ground in fear and reverence.

"Old Jiao pays homage to Lord True Dragon!"

Mo Jiao saw Xiao Changfeng's Qinglong martial spirit.

I also felt the true power of Long.

This is for a descendant of the dragon clan like him.

It's like a believer seeing a god.

But Xiao Changfeng didn't care.

Instead, he spoke again.

"It's an old thing, I won't go into the original cause and effect, but today, I can help you, so that you can take revenge and return your soul to heaven and earth. Are you willing?"

Xiao Changfeng spoke calmly.

Mo Jiaolong, on the other hand, put his head on the ground and kowtowed heavily.

"If Lord True Dragon can get the old dragon to take revenge, he will do anything to his heart's content, and he will do so without any hesitation!"

The original grudges made Mo Jiaolong unforgettable.

The hatred in my heart is unprecedented.

Although he is dead, his resentment is still there.

It is precisely because of this.

Only Xiao Changfeng can wake him up again.

"A defeated general, an ignorant young man, nothing more than an ant!"

The saint of Beitang's eyes were cold, and he raised his right hand gently.

In an instant, a red light, like a sharp sword, headed towards Xiao Changfeng.

This red light.

It's actually more terrifying than the Void Flying Sword!

And at this time.

Xiao Changfeng's face turned pale and he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Transform into a dragon!"

puff!

The essence and blood fell on Mo Jiaolong's body.

In an instant, a single claw appeared on the belly of the black dragon, and its horns grew wildly.

A true dragon's power erupted from his body like a volcano erupting.

This moment.
Chapter completed!