"No, not even Ming can continue me. I am a remnant spirit, just a trace of unwilling obsession. The evil god is dead, and I will dissipate sooner or later. Now I feel at ease. I have lived for a long time, and life and death have long been bearish. I can still fight to the death of a young innate god in my first year, I have made a lot of money!"

The Dragon King spoke slowly, and his tone made Xia Yi feel a little sad. He had learned something about the past. It seemed that the Dragon King was dying when the evil god descended on Tianling, but he still tried his best to protect the Nanling Domain.

"I can't guarantee what will happen in the future, but I will do my best in the battle of nature and nurture.

Xia Yi admired the Dragon King's mind from the bottom of his heart. This is the real hero and the spirit he admires the most, although he thinks he can't do it.

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"So enough!"

The Dragon King smiled, and the residual spirit gradually faded away.

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"Finally, before I completely disappear, stab your psychic spear into the ground, and I will help you. Artifact spirits are between innate and acquired, and with the help of my spirit, you will achieve a lot in the future. You For its master, treat it well.

"I know.

After the words fell, Xia Yi's will returned to the outside world. After opening his eyes, the scene he saw was still scorched earth. This dragon tomb buried a great existence. Unfortunately, even his tomb doesn't exist now.

Xia Yi sighed deeply because of this, took out Wuqi spear and stabbed it into the ground forcefully, the spear sank into the ground almost two-thirds, Xia Yi didn't control Wuqi, but the spear emitted a burst of violent light on its own, There are also gradually spreading lines, which are like blood vessels flowing with strange power, changing the entire spear, and the rhythm of the alternating light is like breathing, or heartbeat

The last vitality and spiritual energy in the area of ​​the Dragon Tomb dissipated in the change of the spear, until the place was completely turned into a dead place, and even the scorched earth was cracked every inch, and no breath of life could be felt.

The mirage dragon and Jinpeng demon sage just stood by - watching, Jinpeng demon sage looked at the spear with envy, he was a little greedy, but he was still steadied by him, Xia Yi couldn't move now, and Xia Yi indirectly solved the evil god Even if the Dragon King gave Xia Yi a gift, it should be.

In addition, it doesn't know what the treasure is, but it's just helping to transform the weapon, so it shouldn't be a very good thing, so it can't be too greedy.

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Finally, the weather was calm and the light on the spear was still flickering. Xia Yi pulled the spear out from the ground. The spear was slightly hot at the moment. There was a screeching sound.

This kind of sound is like a dragon chant.

And the Wuqi spear seemed to be alive at the moment, giving Xia Yi the feeling that it was no longer a weapon.

"This spear, no matter how you say it now, is comparable to a treasure, and its quality is extremely high, and a treasure is a holy weapon in the popular sense.

The Jinpeng demon saint was amazed at the side. It was obvious that when Xia Yi just took it out, it was just a Taoist weapon, but the mirage dragon was still turning his head to look for something, and at this moment an illusory voice sounded in Xia Yi's mind.

"Young emperor, come on, I am very honored to accompany you in the battle.

After the words fell, Xia Yi could no longer feel any breath of the Dragon King.

The mirage dragon also seemed to feel this, lowered its head and bit its lip, tears seemed to fall from the corners of its eyes.

"Brother Xia, where's the Dragon King?"

The mirage dragon's voice was a bit suffocated, and she was extremely reluctant. During these four months and when she was still in the dragon tomb, the Dragon King taught her a lot of dragon things and told her stories, because she was a young dragon and the Dragon King was like She is a relative, a kind grandpa.

"In my hands, from now on, fight with us, fight Dongxuan, fight Tianling, fight Xingkong.

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At dawn, Xia Yi and Milong were still in the Dragon Tomb.

Xia Yi excavated mountains nearby to fetch stones, and erected a monument for the Dragon King in the Dragon Tomb. The one who really contributed the most to the fight against the evil gods was the old Dragon King. And Yaozu doesn't seem to have the habit of erecting monuments.

Jin Peng Yaosheng watched silently from the side, and had to say that this changed his view of the human race, thinking that the human race might not be as selfish as he thought.

"I propose to regard this place as a place worth remembering. You Yaozu will come to pay homage to Xialong King every once in a while."

Xia Yi erected the monument and suggested Jinpeng Yaosheng, but it shook his head.

"We, the monster race, don't have a saying about offering sacrifices. The soul of the Dragon King returns to the earth. We who walk on this land naturally know how to remember the Dragon King. We don't need to prove this kind of sacrifice, but this history will be passed down from word to mouth in the future. Everyone will remember the Dragon King, and of course, you, the human race."

"Oh? Then there's no need, you just need to remember the Dragon King, just erase me.

Xia Yi didn't want to compete with the Dragon King, and the Jinpeng Demon Sage suddenly laughed when he heard Xia Yi say this.

"Don't worry, there will be no monster race who will seriously remember you, a human race, even if it is your main contribution, it will be ignored, let alone not."

"Oh, then I'm really happy.

Xia Yi looked at the demon sage Jinpeng whose face was not sampled, and felt that this demon saint was really annoying, and the old score of his being abolished had not yet been settled!

"Speaking of which, how do you settle the account of abolishing my cultivation?" Or Mu J played

"How else can I calculate it? I should apologize and apologize. I have been punished by the ancestors for ten years in your Qingyun sect. Are you satisfied with this answer?"

Jinpeng Yaosheng was still unhappy when he said this, but the ancestor said, no matter how unhappy it is, it still has to do it.

"Then what a shameful face you put on! Give me a smile first!"

When Xia Yi heard it, he was overjoyed on the spot. Patriarch Jinpeng is still sensible, much more sensible than this stinky young demon saint.

"Hehe, I was ordered by the ancestors. I am also a demon saint after all. They say that I am a cow and a horse. Don't really treat me like a cow and a horse."

"Tch, I'm so dishonest, I'll beat you up sooner or later!

"Waiting for you!"

The Jinpeng Yaosheng master is bold, and he is not afraid of angering Xia Yi at all, and Xia Yi can only bear it. Now he can't beat the Yaosheng, there is no way, and the Jinpeng ten clan have at least made a soft attitude, Let the demon saint work for him for ten years, he still needs to show face, and he won't push his feet.

"Well, that's it, what are you going to do next?

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