Reborn, the demon hybrid dragon cub is the group pet

"Mo Xiotian, have you thought about it?"

Hu Bai stopped the other person and looked at the other person's back with a complicated expression.

Mo Xiotian turned around and stared at the other party expressionlessly, with a faint smile on his lips, and spoke in a somewhat diffuse and threatening tone.

"Old man, what do you want to say?"

"I hope you will think clearly. Once you start, you will never be able to go back, just like you did thousands of years ago."

"You are not qualified to mention this to me. If you hadn't betrayed me, I would have banned the Dragon Clan long ago."

Mo Xiotian raised a bloodthirsty smile, looking at the person in front of him was no different from looking at a dead object.

"Hu Bai, don't tell me that you have compassion for the living beings in this world. Don't you want to see the living beings in this world in ruins?"

"Why didn't I see that you still have such good intentions? It really surprises me."

Hu Bai knew that the people in front of him couldn't listen to his words, so he could only give up as he looked at the departing figures.

"Chirp?"

The little fox looked up at Grandpa with a confused look on his face. So, are they going to save people or not?

"Demon Lord"

The Demon Lord was standing outside and saw Mo Xiotian coming out of the black hole with a serious report on his face.

"Everything is ready, please give orders from the Demon Lord."

Mo Yantian raised his head and glanced at the sky, a dark light flashed in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, "I want to see how you can protect them this time."

Heaven's way is partial after all. After doing so many things, he still ends up with the Baolong clan. It really makes people want to destroy him.

The demon clan's movement this time was huge, and it was even more frightening than the last time they encircled and suppressed the fox clan.

"Warcraft!"

"Everyone, run away"

The monsters flying in the sky made the demon spirits below panic, which reminded them of the war ten thousand years ago.

Hundreds of monsters flew past, covering the sky, and for a moment they wanted to fall into the night. Suddenly, the head of a monster, a huge figure, led the way, and a red figure appeared on the head of the monster.

"Brother, what's going on?"

Jian Xiaoling was sorting things in the sword pavilion when the sky suddenly turned dark. This vision made him feel uneasy.

When he pushed the door open, he saw his senior brother standing outside the door, raising his head with a sad look on his face.

Mo Junlin clenched the sword in his hand and frowned hesitantly.

"Senior brother?"

Jian Xiaoling also looked up at the swarms of monsters gathering in the sky. He swallowed and asked in a panic.

"Is our Divine Sword Sect so grand?"

They demon clan actually brought out the monsters?

The corner of Mo Junlin's mouth twitched and he shook his head helplessly. How could such a large formation of demons come towards the Divine Sword Sect?

To put it bluntly, even the Divine Sword Sect cannot get into the eyes of the demons.

"Their direction is towards the Dragon Clan."

Jian Xiaoling also came to his senses, that's right, they couldn't bear this kind of battle.

"Dragon clan!"

He was suddenly stunned. Wasn't it the same as ten thousand years ago?

"Why did Mo Xiotian suddenly fall out with the Dragon Clan?"

He thought some kind of deal had been reached between the two clans. After all, after the demon clan came out of the wilderness, the first one to find trouble was not the dragon clan.

"Then senior brother, who should we help?"

Jian Xiaoling asked the man next to him in a low voice. They felt guilty towards the Demon Clan, but if the Dragon Clan lost, then their Divine Sword Sect would no longer exist.

However, even if the Dragon Clan is here, it seems to be easy for the Demon Clan to destroy them.

Jian Xiaoling was speechless for a moment: "..."

Mo Junlin just glanced at his junior brother lightly, then left with his sword.

"Hey, senior brother, wait for me."

Jian Xiaoling threw away the rag in his hand, rushed back to the sword pavilion to pick up the sword, and followed his senior brother without looking back. Maybe he could see the little guy again this time.

In the dragon clan's hall

Di Yexuan raised his head and glanced at the sky outside. It seemed that Mo Shitian was serious this time.

"Your Highness, where is Lord Long?"

Yuehua was so anxious that he even forgot the etiquette of knocking on the door. As soon as he came back, he heard Tenglong's words, and his face looked a little solemn.

Di Yexuan calmly put down the cup, stood up and stretched, narrowed his eyes lazily, and said with a smile, "He... doesn't know."

"........."

Yuehua's mouth twitched. What time has it been? Your Highness, could you please stop making trouble.

"Your Highness, now is not the time to joke. Where are the Dragon Clan?"

"My Highness is not joking with you. I really don't know. My brother, elder, you don't know. Your Highness has never been informed of where he went."

"But, this time"

Yuehua looked outside as if black clouds were looming over the city. If Lord Long was not there, then

Seeing the complexity on the elder's face, Di Yexuan walked over and patted him on the shoulder, "Isn't there still your Highness? What are you afraid of!"

"........."

Yuehua stared at the slouched man in front of her with a complicated look, you are the scariest person.

Everyone in the world should be aware of the fact that His Highness is so unreliable, let alone the Dragon Clan.

Di Yexuan rubbed his collar and walked out of the hall angrily. His brother was indeed unreliable and left a mess for him to clean up.

"Your Highness!"

"Okay, okay, His Highness knows, not to mention His Highness is not the only one."

Yuehua thought it was Lord Long who had left some back-up plan, and there was a hint of joy and relief on her face as she was about to praise Lord Long.

"And there it is"

Di Yexuan dragged Long Mingjian out from hiding behind the door, but the latter kept dodging and wanted to refuse.

"buzz"

Long Mingjian wanted to refuse to cooperate with the man in front of him, but thinking of how he was threatened by someone last night, he was too intimidated to move.

Yue Hua stared blankly at the person and sword in front of her. The majesty of the Long Ming Sword had disappeared the moment it came out of the altar, let alone catching up with someone.

He thought the other party was joking with him, so he reluctantly twitched the corner of his mouth, "Your Highness, are you joking with me?"

Yue Hua does not think that the current Emperor Ye Xuan will maximize the power of the Dragon Sword, which requires extremely high cultivation and the blessing of mellow dragon power.

Di Yexuan looked up at the dark sky, "Here he comes." There was no joking expression on his face, and there was a hint of coldness in his eyebrows.

He didn't know what happened between the two of them, but it was the first time someone asked him to do something so seriously, which finally gave Di Yexuan a real sense of being an older brother.

What's more, he is protective of his shortcomings.

Di Yexuan touched his chin: "Long Ming, whether we live or die today depends on you."

"Om!!"

Long Mingjian was suddenly given such a big task, so why did he have a bad feeling?

Yuehua also sighed resignedly, hoping that Lord Long could come back in time.

It's not that the dragon clan couldn't beat them. It was originally a 50-50 victory, but now with His Highness's intervention, he was mainly afraid of losing at His Highness's hands.