The middle-aged man transformed from the giant black dragon respectfully said, "Lord, with the combined strength of the six of us against this small World, we can barely hold out for seven days. You need to find what you need within these seven days."
The silver-haired woman's figure flickered, and the direction she left in was the same as Tang Wulin's.
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Qian Mo followed Tang Wulin deeper into the Dragon Valley. The strength of the Dragon Soul they encountered along the way became stronger and stronger, which further confirmed the correctness of the direction Tang Wulin was heading.
In the end, Tang Wulin only encountered True Dragon Dragon Souls. Relying on the dominance of the Golden Dragon King Bloodline, the True Dragon Dragon Souls all gave up resistance and were obediently absorbed by Tang Wulin.
Qian Mo followed Tang Wulin unimpeded and arrived at the side peak of a valley.
The valley was completely collapsed inwards. It was more like a basin than a valley. The valley below was endless at a glance, and in the distance, the twilight was heavy, with faint mists vaguely visible.
But in the thousand-meter-deep valley, countless huge Dragon Bones covered every corner of the valley.
Tang Wulin looked at the Dragon Bones everywhere, a sense of unspeakable sorrow surged in his heart, completely unable to control his emotions. Just as he was about to look up and let out a long roar, a huge force suddenly struck the back of his head.
At the same time, a strong sound, more powerful than a great bell, suddenly exploded in his mind. Tang Wulin only saw a figure wearing a white-level fighter's attire before his vision went black and he fainted on the ground.
"You are..." Dai Yun'er, who was beside him, shrieked in surprise. Before she could do anything, the white-level fighter in front of her flickered, and another hand chop landed on the back of her neck, knocking her unconscious on the ground.
"Sorry, Wu Lin," The white-level fighter who attacked the two was Qian Mo. Qian Mo slowly squatted down and crushed Tang Wulin's and Dai Yun'er's dragon pearls.
"You two don't need to participate in the following matters."
With the dragon pearls shattered, Tang Wulin and Dai Yun'er were teleported out of the Dragon Valley.
After dealing with the two, Qian Mo jumped down the valley, sliding along the stone wall. In just a few minutes, he reached the bottom of the valley.
Giant Dragon Bones that emitted faint energy lay prostrate at the bottom of the valley. As soon as he entered the bottom of the valley, Qian Mo felt a sense of desolation emanating from the Dragon Bones.
This place was where the Dragon Clan perished, representing the demise of a race that once ruled the continent here, which was regrettable.
Qian Mo approached the Dragon Bones and immediately noticed the Spirit Bones within the Dragon Bones. It was easy to identify; whichever bone in the Dragon Bone was not white was the Spirit Bone.
Qian Mo raised his hand and reached for the Spirit Bone. A wave of energy that strongly repelled him immediately surged out from the Dragon Bone.
"Hmph," Qian Mo snorted coldly, triggering his spirit tool. A protective shield was propped up around him, and a faint holy light also permeated from within his body. A more overbearing aura surged out from within him.
No matter how powerful these Dragon Bones were in their lifetime, they were now just dry bones in a tomb. Facing Qian Mo's approach, they were completely unable to stop him.
Qian Mo reached out and grabbed, and a True Dragon Spirit Bone fell into his hand.
"A ten-thousand-year-level Spirit Bone, the Dragon Tomb is truly full of treasures everywhere!" Qian Mo carefully examined the True Dragon Spirit Bone in his hand and exclaimed.
A ten-thousand-year-level True Dragon Spirit Bone, when placed outside, could be described as a rare treasure. It couldn't even be sold, but should be kept as a family heirloom.
But here, they were everywhere.
Qian Mo walked into the valley while taking off and collecting the Spirit Bones from the Dragon Bones along the way one by one. He was not Tang Wulin, who would feel pity for these True Dragon remains because of his own bloodline.
In his eyes, these were merely resources.
Of course, Qian Mo collected these True Dragon Spirit Bones not for his own use, not only because he already had the Angel Set, but also because these True Dragon Spirit Bones contained the True Dragon bloodline. If he absorbed them, he would be affected by the Spirit Bones and suppressed by Tang Wulin's Golden Dragon King Bloodline, which was not what Qian Mo expected.
But Qian Mo was unwilling to absorb them because he had a better choice, but others didn't!
Qian Mo could exchange True Dragon Spirit Bones with other forces for valuable resources he needed, or he could use True Dragon Spirit Bones to make spirit tools and conduct scientific research. There were many uses!
Qian Mo collected Spirit Bones happily all the way. After Bypass a huge Mountain Dragon King remains, he saw that another valley appeared in front of him. A valley within a valley.
The ground behind the Mountain Dragon King had collapsed downwards, revealing a huge pit with a diameter exceeding ten thousand meters.
Qian Mo looked into that valley. The valley was a thousand meters deep, and there seemed to be a huge light and shadow flickering inside. The light and shadow presented a seven-colored form, existing as mist, making it impossible to truly see the situation inside the valley.
Feeling a trace of solemnity from the Ten-Winged Blazing Angel Spirit within his body, Qian Mo knew he had come to the right place. The dragon god core was below.
Qian Mo jumped down the valley and slid towards the bottom of the valley. When he passed through the seven-colored light mist, he saw a huge seven-colored Dragon Soul.
This Dragon Soul shimmered with seven-colored light all over, and even its scales were seven-colored. Looking at it, the scales on its body were not regular, and the shape of each piece seemed to be different, but they were just so coordinated, like countless gems inlaid together.
The dragon god core, the Dragon God's dragon core, was the concentration of the Dragon God's life essence. The energy contained within it was very vast and was an essential item for becoming the Dragon God.
Qian Mo approached the dragon god core step by step. The Dragon God's Dragon Soul, which was transformed from the dragon god core, sensed the approach of a strange aura and suddenly opened its eyes, letting out a passionate dragon roar at Qian Mo.
As this dragon roar echoed through the valley, all the Dragon Souls that were wandering in the Dragon Valley almost instantly prostrated on the ground.
The silver-haired figure also in the Dragon Tomb was also attracted by this dragon roar. A hint of shock flashed in her eyes, and she accelerated towards the direction of the dragon god core.
The next moment, Qian Mo only felt as if he had entered a seven-colored World. A dragon claw covered with seven-colored scales descended from the Sky, striking fiercely towards Qian Mo.
An Angel mark lit up on Qian Mo's forehead, and a sacred and pure twelve-winged Angel phantom appeared behind him.
When the Angel phantom noticed the incoming dragon claw, it raised its hand high, and a blood-red cross-shaped long sword appeared in its hand.
The Angel phantom raised the sword and casually slashed. A mournful dragon roar sounded, and the Dragon God's claw instantly broke.
The Dragon God's huge dragon head extended out, staring intently at the Angel phantom behind Qian Mo, emanating a heavy pressure.
But the Angel phantom only glanced lightly at the Dragon God's Dragon Head and raised the cross-shaped long sword in its hand again. It was going to slash the giant dragon again.
But after the Dragon God's Dragon Head was stunned for two seconds, it dissipated in front of Qian Mo, and the seven-colored World also shattered accordingly.
Qian Mo's vision returned to clarity and he found that the Dragon God's Dragon Soul was much dimmer compared to before it pulled him into the seven-colored small World, and the distance between him and it was inexplicably widened, as if it was afraid of him.
"Just like this?" Qian Mo raised his eyebrows, saying with a smug look.