The Burial of the Fantasy City

However, in addition to the legendary Nine Sons, Mo Yu, who is familiar with fantasy stories, knows that the Ancestor Dragon actually has the tenth son.

Since ancient nine is the extreme, the tenth son of the ancestor dragon can be described as the ultimate evolution, and the tenth son is not a dragon body or a beast body, but is born as a human body.

The tenth son of the ancestor dragon did not die in that great battle, and after the otherworld swept away Kyushu, a wisp of the otherworldly ancestor god descended on the ruined Kyushu and found the tenth son of the ancestor dragon, who was still a child.

When the Otherworldly Ancestor God doppelganger returned to the Otherworld with his tenth son, he even took away the flesh of the first nine sons of the Ancestor Dragon with the Great God Pass, as well as the dragon beads left after they died in battle.

The tenth son of the ancestor dragon who was brought to the otherworld, first the memory was tampered with by the otherworldly ancestor god, and then the flesh and blood of the first nine sons of the otherworld ancestor god fed the tenth son, so that the tenth group gathered the power of the nine brothers’ holy dragons.

And the nine dragon beads left by the nine war ancestors were given to the nine otherworldly cultivators by that otherworldly ancestor god.

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I never thought that after the tenth son, there would be the eleventh son.

Just like the realm, every layer of the extreme realm of the Nine Heavens Queen means transcendence and transformation.

With an existence like the Ancestor Dragon, heaven and earth would not have allowed it to give birth to too many heirs. Every additional son is against the sky, and the nine sons are the ultimate. The tenth son, who was born after breaking the extreme, although he was abandoned by heaven and carried the notoriety of human demons, finally corrected his memory, shattered five ancient demon cities, cut off the foundation of the eight quasi-stone kings of the otherworld, and extinguished the future of a quasi-supreme ancestor god in the otherworld, so as to justify the identity of his ancestor dragon tenth son.

The tenth son is strong, and once the mysterious eleventh son grows up, how strong will it be?

Mo Yu faintly felt that the eleventh son ‘Yellow River’ should be a potential supreme ancestor god or stone man king.

As for why the eleventh son named ‘Yellow River’, it must be related to the fact that the ancestor dragon turned into the Yellow River after the fall of the previous life.

“My eleventh son was nurtured by the power of the Pure Land of Kyushu and the wishes of the Chinese people for tens of thousands of years when I incarnated in the Yellow River. It is the real Huaxia Zu River, so I named it the ‘Yellow River'”

Really.

Ancestor Long’s words confirmed Mo Yu’s speculation.

However, Mo Yu did not expect that the red baby dragon was the real Huaxia Zuhe.

“My eleventh son is the only one left, I only hope that it will grow up as soon as possible, enter the Flood Desolation Heavenly Realm to fight in the other world, and live up to the name of the ‘Yellow River’!”

Hearing this, Mo Yu’s eyes moved.

It seems that it is as strong as the ancestor dragon, and it does not know that its tenth son has not died.

Although he knew the relevant information about the tenth son of the Ancestor Dragon, Mo Yu did not tell the Ancestor Dragon about this, after all, it was too abrupt to say it.

The Ancestor Dragon pointed towards the swirling Little Yellow River with a claw, and a little brilliance did not enter its mind.

There is both inheritance and entrustment.

“Groan!”

Xiao Huanghe first shouted at the Ancestor Dragon a few times, then flew towards Mo Yu and settled on his shoulder.

According to his mother, Mo Yu will be the person who will accompany it in the future, its partner, and its ‘brother’.

Xiao Huanghe stretched out his dragon tongue and licked Mo Yu’s cheek affectionately.

Like silk brushed, soft, tickling.

Mo Yu raised his hand and patted its head, which was regarded as saying hello to the little guy.

Roar, roar, roar!

Entrusting the eleventh son to Mo Yu, the ancestor dragon let go of the last trace of worry in his heart. Its boundless dragon body stood upright, just like a sword that wanted to pierce Cangyu.

When the dragon’s head reached the extreme of the earth’s heavenly dome, a desolate and distant aura echoed in the universe.

Whoosh!

Space is distorted, time is chaotic, brilliance is constantly shining, but it is uncertain.

Click, click, click!

The heavenly dome slowly cracked a gap, which slowly grew larger in the shining light, and finally became a ‘door’ that could cross time and space.

Ancestor Dragon glanced back at Mo Yu and the small yellow river on Mo Yu’s shoulder.

Roar, roar, roar!

“Ancestors of Kyushu, after more than 10,000 years, I have returned!”

Turning his head, the Ancestor Dragon stretched out a dragon claw that could cover the sky, and wanted to grab the Heavenly Monument and pass through the ‘gate’ to enter the Flood Barren Heavenly Realm.

What to expect.

Rumble!

In the previous life, it could be used to fight, and it protected its dragon spirit in disguise, and the stele turned and shook the dragon claw that fell straight down. In the surprise of the Ancestor Dragon, the Heavenly Monument slowly fell towards the ink rain on the cliff.

At the moment of arrival, the magnificent and mysterious Heavenly Monument shrank sharply until it was only the size of a thumb.

Sou!

The thumb-like mini heavenly monument disappeared under the ink rain navel, and here is the first secret realm wheel sea of the human body.

“Tianbei chose you… It’s okay, it’s okay.”

Retracting his gaze, the Ancestor Dragon entered through the door.

“Uh…”

Seeing that the Heavenly Monument entered his navel for the first time, Mo Yu immediately visited the secret realm of the wheel sea with his divine thoughts.

Above the fountain of life, formed by the fusion of the sea of bitterness and the wheel of life, the smaller Heavenly Monument is dripping and spinning, and wisps of strange air flow from the Heavenly Monument to the Spring of Life.

In a few moments, the fountain of life fed back a colorless air flow and disappeared into the Heavenly Monument.

The cycle goes on and on.

The Monument and the Fountain of Life are doing some kind of exchange.

As the number of air flow exchanges increased, Mo Yu could feel that he could faintly control the Heavenly Monument.

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PS: Ha, a little more.