The blood of the death god
"I know."
Although Bai Wushang did not want to admit it, at this point, he was not the only one involved. There was also the ancient top force behind him, as well as the transcendent race's fire of inheritance.
To save his life, he no longer had to do it purely for himself, but also for others.
"Bai, you're here."
The ancestral Dragon Ship was at least 20000 meters wide, surrounded by seven-colored light.
It was in the shape of a Divine Dragon, and when one looked up at it, it was like a scale in the vast sea or a grain of sand in the Ganges, humble and palpitating.
at this moment, a ripple flashed and a skeletal pterosaur, wrapped in an overwhelming gray mist, rushed in front of him.
"Long Ye!" Bai Wushang looked over. After so many years, he finally saw the little ancestral Dragon's original body after his rebirth.
This feeling was mixed with joy and endless emotions!