Immortal Sovereign of Ninth Heavens

In the hazy and illusory space, the streamers of seven colors are interlaced to form a beautiful long silk. Winding and circling into the narrow square space.

The silver white virtual shadow of the Dragon perches on the top, gazing down at the shadow of the constantly changing fingerprints below, and his flexible big eyes are full of humanized thinking, which seems to be a little nervous.

The seven properties are refined and condensed into lock soul silk. The next step is the most critical one. The long silk is integrated into the reserved space of Shihai.

Mo Li is controlling the brand of the silk. As he is trying to complete the fusion, a solemn voice suddenly rings from the top: "you can leave something else in the long silk!"

Mo Li's heart and mind trembled. He looked up at the dragon and said, "can you speak?" The spirit of Youlong has been with you for many years, which is still "brother Li, you must not forget me!"

Floating on the cloud, the little girl bit Mo Li's arm hard. At the moment of release, a mysterious and soft force suddenly appeared, wrapping the two people tightly.