"Why, do you feel this way too?!" Hearing him say this, the Mo Scale Demon Dragon's expression suddenly became solemn. Suddenly, a flash of inspiration in Guan Heng's mind, and he immediately shouted: "I remember it, it was in the huge grotto of Longhewan!"

"No," Qing Huang also said: "We met a dying silkworm dragon there. When we recall it, it looks 90% similar to Senior Mo Lin."

"Have you seen a dying silkworm dragon?!" Hearing this, the Molin Demon Dragon's soul body shook violently, and then he hurriedly asked: "Tell me quickly, how is it now? Is it dead or alive?"

Guan Heng said at this time: "I remember the silkworm dragon saying that the reason why he lived in seclusion in Longhewan seemed to avoid disaster."

"Yes, it said that it was many years ago that it encountered a very difficult strong enemy. Although it kept avoiding the other party and did not want to fight with it, it was eventually severely injured."

Qing Huang continued, "I don't remember the specific time, but at that time, Longhe Bay was still a terrain."

"At that time, the silkworm dragon was too weak and its soul body was separated from its physical body. Thanks to us who got a dragon egg before that, the silkworm dragon decided to use the help of hatching this egg to absorb the spiritual energy."

Guan Heng recalled the scene at that time, and then continued: "It said that this spiritual energy can absorb some of it by itself, replenish the blood circulation inadequately, and recover the physical strength at the same time."

"It's really it...ah, this child has suffered."

Hearing their words, the Mo Scale Demon Dragon couldn't help but raise his head and let out a mournful cry. This sound kept echoing in the grave of the strange beast. No matter who heard it, there would be a sense of grief. The two people present, even the sword-maned barbarian lion next to them, became curious in their hearts, knowing that there must be hidden feelings in this.

Guan Heng couldn't help asking at this moment: "Senior, is it that you have anything to do with the silkworm dragon?"

"Relationship? Yes, it is my youngest child." The Molin Demon Dragon sighed, and then told the whole story.

Thousands of years ago, the ability of the ancient demon dragon tribes to reproduce descendants was extremely low. As the descendants continued to decrease over the years, the tribes broke the rules and began to intermarry with each other, increasing the chance of reproduction.

The Mo Scale Demon Dragon has wives from four different races, and the one who has the best relationship with it is the dragon wife of the Silk Dragon clan.

Unfortunately, the silkworm dragon lady left a child for it, and died in a hurry because of a huge change. Because of the benefits of missing her wife, the Molind Demon Dragon devoted her heart to raising her young son until the silkworm dragon became an adult.

In ancient times, the demon dragon clan had a special relationship with the Five Elements God, which was sometimes good and sometimes bad. However, the Mo Scale Demon Dragon clan was a good friend of the Fire God Zhurong. He helped each other repeatedly, so he also received gifts from Zhurong.

Since then, the race of the Mo Scale Demon Dragon has possessed the ability to resist some of the power of original fire, especially the "dragon head" part. Even if it is repeatedly burned by flames, it will not be damaged at all. Therefore, they are given the title of "fire avoidance dragon" by all beasts in the world.

However, the good times did not last long. The Five Elements God disappeared for no reason, and Zhu Rong naturally no longer appeared in front of the dragons. At that time, a long-accumulated rebellion broke out within the demon dragon clan. Some evil forces colluded with scum and slaughtered the tribe, causing the demon dragon clan to decline and fall.

During the fierce battle, the Mo Scale Demon Dragon was separated from his young son, Silk Dragon, and he never saw the Silk Dragon again until the day it died.

"Oh, I didn't expect that after my death, I would be able to learn the news about the child of the Silk Dragon again, and it did not die. This is great. Two benefactors, please be worshiped by the old dragon--"

As soon as the Molin Demon Dragon finished speaking, he immediately lowered his body and knocked his head on the ground. It said, "Thanks to the two high righteous people, the last descendants of my dragon clan can survive. This is a great kindness. I really cannot repay you!"

"I dare not take it, I dare not take it." Guan Heng and Qing Huang hurried forward and said, "We happened to meet and saved them. Small things are not worth mentioning."

"No, for you two, this may be just a small act of kindness, but it is a great kindness to my demon dragon clan."

The Molin Demon Dragon quickly looked up and said, "Two benefactors, I am grateful that the child can survive. Let's do this. No matter what your requirements you have, I will do as Lao Long."

"Well..." Qing Huang smiled slightly at this moment: "Senior, can you please move a few feet back? Because the little bird beside me seems to be afraid of your dragon power, and I am afraid of scaring it."

"Oh, sorry, sorry, that's fine. I'll give it a little bit of its own breath as a gift."

The ink-scale demon dragon immediately blew a breath of his own onto the three-legged bird. The little guy slowly lowered his head. When he looked at the other party, his eyes were no longer afraid. Instead, he flapped his wings and flew around the demon dragon's soul body, and made a cheerful cry of chirping.

"Wow, the three-legged white-feathered bird with the aura of a demon dragon has become a monster?" Guan Heng was stunned when he looked at it, but Qing Huang blinked at him: "What does it matter? Anyway, Senior Mo Lin is willing."

"Yes, it's just a little bit of a little, hehehe." Because I learned that my child was safe and sound, the Molin Demon Dragon was so happy that he couldn't find Bei at this moment, and he was incoherent.

Guan Heng said: "Senior, I told you before that we came here to find utensils that can be decorated with flint. I wonder if you have any good solutions?"

"Oh, that's the matter."

Hearing this, the Mo Scale Demon Dragon immediately said happily: "The old dragon has a demon dragon skull that can keep the hot power of original fire at room temperature, but it will not pass away the spiritual energy. It can be given to you. Anyway, my body has long been destroyed, and it is useless to keep those bones, so I can take it away."

"Since that's the case, we'll thank you." After discussing with the Molin Demon Dragon, the other party immediately took them to find the place where their bones were piled up, and pulled out a huge dragon skull several feet high from it.

"Uh?!Old ancestor, this seems to be a little too big, right?" Jianmani Lion muttered beside him: "How can you take it away?"

"Idiot Lion, do you think my ancestor didn't consider this problem?" Mo Lin Demon Dragon snorted coldly: "I have thought of the solution for a long time, but I just need the help of Guan Heng and Miss Qinghuang."

"Haha, since we are going to use this item, we must have never said help." Guan Heng smiled and said, "Senior has any requirements, even if it has been made."

"Well, first of all, it's Miss Qinghuang. I found that your weapon emitted a cold air. I wonder if it could release the breath of frozen air?"

"Of course." Hearing this, Qing Huang pulled out the Lotus Blade and said, "Please give me instructions, what should I do?"
Chapter completed!