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Seeing Huo Xiang's serious demeanor, Wang Ziqiao felt a little uncomfortable. In his eyes, Huo Xiang was almost invincible, except for Zhuge Shenhou and the Guanghan Fairy, but such a fairy-level figure would not interfere with ordinary people. between things.

"What's wrong?" Wang Ziqiao asked.

"In Xiaolong's memory, the Chinese ancestors were a powerful race among humans who could sign a contract with the Dragon Clan. Countless years ago, the Chinese Ancestors cooperated with the Dragon Clan, opened countless space channels, and fought in various cosmic spaces and planes. The Chinese ancestors and the dragons gradually weakened after encountering some powerful enemies. The earth was once conquered by the Chinese ancestors. In the end, for some reason, the dragons and the Chinese ancestors left one after another. It seems that they have given up on the earth. I guess it should be the earth It's too small, and the resources are too few. However, the current Huaxia people, after all, still have bloodlines that can sign contracts with the Dragon Clan, although this bloodlines are no longer authentic!" Huo Xiang replied.

"Do you suspect that those people are humans who are proficient in signing contracts with dragons?" Prince Qiao asked back.

Huo Xiang nodded: "You say that Gu Qiusheng's soul can absorb the Dragon Qi of Longjing, which proves that they must be proficient in some dragon skills, based on meditating on the Dragon God!"

"Do you know this kind of meditation technique?" Wang Ziqiao asked back.

Huo Xiang shook his head: "This kind of meditation belongs to human beings, not dragons. Little dragons don't have it in their memory, because they don't use themselves to meditate, and they don't know how to cultivate the mind of humans. Mentality, only patterns are futile!"

"So, according to what you said, there is not only Fairy Guanghan's ruthless way in this world, but also a group of masters who are proficient in the contract between human race and dragon race. They don't have dragons like you, do they?" Wang Ziqiao asked .

"I'm not sure about this. After all, Xiaolong is still young. According to Xiaolong's inheritance and memory, the average lifespan of the dragon clan is more than ten thousand years. Even if Xiaolong is a hundred years old, he is still like a human child. What's more, Xiaolong is less than a year old now. age!"

Wang Ziqiao nodded slightly: "I will meditate for a few days first, and after my mental strength recovers, I will see if I can learn something from Gu Qiusheng's soul. The old man was arrested for interrogation! Sister Huo Xiang, I still have one doubt, how did you and Xiaolong get married? Is there no contract?"

Huo Xiang shook his head: "No, the little dragon was resurrected because of me. The first moment he opened his eyes, he lay in my arms, so he regarded me as the mother of dragons. This is the nature of dragons and Chinese people. Their blood It seems that they all contain genes that are close to the Chinese people, as if they are of the same species!"

"Hehe, it is said that we Chinese are the descendants of dragons. It seems to be true, but it is a pity that there are too few dragons in this world. Maybe your dragon is the only one. Otherwise, I really want to get a dragon to figure it out! "Prince Joe laughed.

Yu Wei and Xia Tingyu also looked envious.

Ke Ke from the Philippines also opened his eyes wide and said, "I also have Chinese blood, and I am also a descendant of the dragon!"

"Okay, I know you are the descendant of the dragon, practice hard, I have been away for half a year, you are only a third-level magician now, I think I reached the third level in two months!" Wang Ziqiao reprimanded.

Ke Ke stuck out her tongue, shrunk her neck, pretended to be cute, and stopped talking.

"That's it, I'm going to meditate first!" Wang Ziqiao stood up, left the living room, and returned to his room.

At this time, he was also very anxious.

Wang Ziqiao didn't eat dinner, until midnight, Wang Ziqiao felt full of energy, and the magic power in his whole body had almost recovered, so he opened his eyes.

The spiritual power spread out, allowing Matsubara Junko to take Gu Qiusheng's soul to her room.

After receiving the frozen soul, Wang Ziqiao said, "Rest aside now!"

Junko Matsubara nodded and sat on the sofa next to Prince Joe's bed.

Wang Ziqiao sat cross-legged, the spiritual power in the magic and the spiritual power of his deity condensed together, and slowly drilled into the frozen soul.

This dragon soul would have been transformed by Gu Qiusheng's soul. The three souls are closely combined, and it is not easy for the spiritual power to penetrate into it. As soon as it touched it, there was a pressure like a dragon god. It was a small dragon again, but a black dragon with a length of [-] meters, with copper ribs and iron bones, constantly flying and circling, violent and powerful, and it was extremely frightening.

"The Emperor is displeased!" Wang Ziqiao meditated on the Emperor, naked body, wearing animal skins, bare feet on the ground, walking from the ancient times, full of barbaric spirit, dominating the world, the Emperor is displeased, Everything surrenders, even the most powerful dragon.

The human race already has a contract in soul and blood with the dragon race, so the human emperor is equal to the dragon emperor, and the coercion of the human emperor is no different from the dragon god's coercion.

When the two met, it was like fighting each other in a vast and boundless ancient continent. Giant dragons flew around the Emperor, trying to tear him apart. The prestige of destroying the earth.

But the Emperor that Wang Ziqiao was meditating on was also rising infinitely. Although he was unarmed, his burly and powerful body exuded the majesty of a Human Emperor fighting for hegemony in the world. As if being imprisoned.

The picture scroll of the dragon god that Gu Qiusheng meditated on was only the original form, and it was not the real dragon god. His cultivation was not as good as Wang Ziqiao's, and his spiritual power was even worse.

Under the majesty of the human emperor, the shape is like a substance, locking the space, making the Dragon God unable to move, just like a wild beast imprisoned, although it roars ferociously, it cannot get out of the iron cage.

Immediately afterwards, two flames flashed from the eyes of the Human Sovereign, and landed on the body of the flying dragon. The flying dragon immediately let out a tragic cry, the flames spread, completely enveloping its body, and the black dragon turned into a fire dragon. Finally slowly disappear.

Finally, Wang Ziqiao's spiritual power penetrated into the frozen soul, and a flame appeared inside, which was also Gu Qiusheng's human soul.

When Huo Miao saw Prince Joe coming, he ran away in a hurry, but the little dragon was so big, coupled with the injection of cold air, it was impossible for it to escape from the lock of Prince Joe's mental power.

The spiritual force conveyed the displeasure of the Emperor, Wang Ziqiao turned into the Emperor, raised his hand, and grabbed the flame in his hand.

"Let go of me, Wang Ziqiao, let me go!" Gu Qiusheng's human emperor roared.

"Let go of you? Unless you surrender to me, otherwise, I can't let you go!" Prince Joe sent out a wave of mental power.

"Prince Qiao, don't think about it. I am the preacher of the Longevity Sect. If you make me lose my mind, my master will definitely kill you!" Gu Qiusheng continued.

"Longevity Cult? Your master? Is that old man with white beard a master? He is from the Longevity Cult?" Wang Ziqiao asked repeatedly.

"What? Are you scared? Let me tell you, the Longevity Sect is not something you can offend. They want to kill you like a chicken!" Gu Qiusheng was full of courage, and the fire of the human soul seemed to be much stronger.