Chapter 174: Dragon Riding

Outside the camp, the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

Black flames stuck and exploded. This has happened in the history of the Mo Jiao clan. Some guys with poor qualifications may cause explosions if they use this powerful magical power forcibly.

All these accidents have caused serious consequences.

Even if the black flames are produced in the Mo Jiao clan, they can only control and use them, which does not mean that they can coexist with them. The lethality of black flames is still effective for them.

At this moment, Mo Ming suddenly fell into madness and wanted to blow himself up. He was strong to begin with, and everyone could almost foresee the scene that would occur when he exploded.

I'm afraid that the peach blossom mountain next to it will be cut off a corner!

Even the three dragons that have been swimming in the clouds to monitor the entire surrounding area for the camp also flew to the side in panic, not to mention those on the ground.

The royal guards of the Saint Clan looked at each other and did not dare to step forward. Suddenly, someone shouted: "Protect His Majesty's safety!"

Everyone reacted immediately and responded one after another, retreating to the camp with a whoosh. Escorting Mo Xiang, they ran far away.

Not to mention the road was poor, and he had long disappeared.

For a moment, only Xuan'er, Chi Lian, and Mo Xin were standing on the sidelines.

"Do you need so many people to escort my father?! Come back!"

Mo Xin yelled in anger, but the Saint Clan guards ran too fast, and shouted "Protect Your Majesty" and other words while running, pretending not to hear Mo Xin's orders.

Mo Xin stamped his feet fiercely, feeling a little embarrassed, but still hurried forward and said to Ning Wuxie: "Let's go, Brother Ning, this area is dangerous."

"Where to go?" Ning Wuxie asked, "How far can this guy explode."

"I don't know, no one knows, Mo Ming has been transformed by my father, and he took the initiative to detonate the black fire... The explosion range may exceed all previous cases."

Mo Xin looked up at Mo Ming, who turned into a black balloon in the air and kept rolling his body, and there was even a tremor in his words.

"If he actively detonates the black fire, he will accumulate it in his chest and abdomen without knowing whether to live or die. Mo Ming's bloodline is strong, unlike those black dragons that exploded due to poor qualifications before, and his tolerance limit is very high."

"Let's go quickly, you win this game."

Mo Xin pulled Ning Wuxie's arm.

Ning Wuxie was about to follow him, and suddenly chewed out a meaning from Mo Xin's words:

"Did he deliberately gather the black fire in his body? Wasn't it an unintentional act after going crazy?"

Mo Xin was stunned, frowned slightly, and looked anxious and puzzled: "Of course, although he made this decision because he was crazy, he must have deliberately gathered the black fire. With his physique, there will be no problem of fire stuck... probably."

Mo Xin was also a little uncertain, because Mo Ming's physique had been changed.

"Let's go quickly." Mo Xin looked in the direction of Xuan'er and Chi Lian, surprised that the two were still standing there.

Xuan'er, of course, would not leave unless Ning Wuxie left, and Chi Lian did not run away, because Ning Wuxie was her way out in the future, and she could not leave him and run away.

"Princess Three, help me take Xuan'er and Chi Lian away." Ning Wuxie behind him suddenly said.

Mo Xin's head turned 180 degrees, so much that it hurt her.

"What did you say? Are you crazy too?!"

"I have a way, I want to try it." Ning Wuxie calmed down, as if the trembling round object in the sky was just a Kongming lantern.

"Since he is actively accumulating black fire, then I can try to make him give up this idea."

"What are you talking about?! What if it fails?!" Mo Xin screamed.

"If it fails, it's nothing more than death. Ning Wuxie only has a lifespan of more than ten years, which is not worth mentioning."

"I just... don't want His Majesty's hundreds of years of hard work to go to waste. Mo Ming is a rare experimental result. I can't watch him explode."

Ning Wuxie said slowly, his tone calm and his eyes solemn.

Mo Xin was stunned: "You are so kind?! What's wrong with you!"

"Promise me, Third Princess, protect Xuan'er." Ning Wuxie said this and strode towards Mo Ming.

Mo Xin was left standing there in a mess, not knowing whether to chase him or leave.

She didn't dare to resist Mo Ming's explosion, so she didn't dare to fly up to save Mo Ming.

Ning Wuxie was just a human, and his body was weaker than hers, how dare he! Could he really have a way? !

This thought made Mo Xin feel a little relieved, and she seized this opportunity and turned to rush towards Xuan'er and Chi Lian.

She turned into a dragon in an instant while running, and grabbed Chi Lian and Xuan'er's waists with her claws, and flew away with them.

Xuan'er slapped Mo Xin's claws with her hands, shouting for her to put her down, but Mo Xin didn't dare to stay, and flew away at full speed to catch up with the big army.

The huge Lanyuan camp suddenly became an empty city, with only Ning Wuxie, a small figure, walking towards Mo Ming, whose belly was already bulging and looked a little scary.

Ning Wuxie certainly couldn't be stupid enough to risk his life to save Mo Ming.

He did this because he knew that Mo Ming was a precious experimental product, and Mo Xiang must cherish him very much and be very proud of him. Letting him fight with him might also be a way to test the experimental product.

Mo Ming exploded, he didn't believe that Mo Xiang didn't feel sorry at all.

Now that he had met Mo Xiang and might join the Saint Clan Guard, he must maintain a good relationship with the old demon king.

The black flame explosion only happened in a moment. He could hide in the small world and wait for more than ten seconds before reappearing. There would be no one around and he would not notice it at all. As long as Xuan'er's safety was guaranteed, that's why he asked Mo Xin to take them away.

From this point of view, compared with the possible results, taking a little risk is completely worth it, and he has already calculated it. As long as there is a slight situation that cannot be done, he will immediately get into the small world and close the space rift.

Mo Ming was in the sky, still producing billowing black flames like crazy. His body was swollen and round, and he didn't look like a dragon, but like a big catfish.

Seeing Ning Wuxie approaching him, he roared again: "Come on! Come and take advantage of my last move!"

"I'll show you the nobility of my royal bloodline!!"

"Ning Wuxie, as long as you can withstand this move of mine, I will count you as the winner! No, it's impossible! You can't win!!" Mo Ming's voice was muffled, perhaps because his chest was too bulging.

"Idiot, if you use this trick, you won't win even if I die."

Ning Wuxie cursed, just now she was fighting this guy to the death, and now she was trying to save his life.

Things turn around really fast.

He had to hurry up. He was more worried about Xuan'er than the explosion of this guy above his head. She couldn't leave him for too long. What if she got anxious and beat Mo Xin?

It must be resolved quickly! Thinking of this, Ning Wuxie stood still. He was already close enough to Mo Ming, right above his head.

Of course, he couldn't step on the flying sword and slowly float upward, so that he would explode before he even got close to Mo Ming.

He squatted down slightly, as if to accumulate strength, and then launched the Chaos Shadowless Step.

Ning Wuxie's figure instantly rushed upward, his figure blurred, and the ink mark he left behind was like a dragon rushing towards the sky.

Yes, it is possible to hide in the chaos and sprint towards the sky as long as it does not last for a long time!

In just a few breaths, Ning Wuxie appeared next to Mo Ming's dragon head, startling Mo Ming.

His dragon head swung violently, his eyes were shocked, and he subconsciously wanted to explode himself.

But then, Ning Wuxie performed the Mysterious Soul Art.

Mo Ming's crazy and violent blood-red eyes were suddenly startled, and then became peaceful and calm, full of clear stupidity.

"Where is...?" he asked softly, and his flying body suddenly lost strength and fell to the ground.

All his consciousness was blinded, and he didn't even know he was flying.

Ning Wuxie saw the opportunity to land on his huge dragon head, grabbed the two dragon horns with both hands, and quickly relaxed Mo Ming's feeling.

"Fly!" he shouted, pulling up Mo Ming's faucet with both hands.

Mo Ming finally realized that he was falling from a height of thousands of miles. He swung his tail, stopped his fall, and flew up slowly.

That's right, the next step is just to get rid of this guy's anger... Ning Wuxie thought.

He raised one foot and kicked Mo Ming hard on the head.

"Spit on me!"

boom!

Mo Ming suddenly felt nauseous, and opened his huge mouth, and monstrous black flames burst out from it, dyeing the sky in front of him black. The huge black mist made Ning Wuxie unable to see the situation in front of him. He could quickly twist the faucet to allow Mo Ming to avoid the black flames he spat out.

"Spit again!" Ning Wuxie kicked him again.

Countless black flames were spit out again, like black burning mudslides. Ning Wuxie turned the faucet and pointed it towards the direction of Peach Blossom Mountain. Anyway, it was a dead place with not a single living creature.

In the distance, half of the Saint clan guards, as well as Mo Xiang, Lu Qiong and others, stopped in mid-air, staring dumbfoundedly at Ning Wuxie standing at the head of the dragon, controlling the toy-like Mo Ming to fly up and down in the air. Spew out the accumulated black flames.

All the demons were silent and unable to speak. Only not far in front of them, closer to Ning Wuxie, Mo Ming held two girls in his claws, one of whom was cheering excitedly.

"No one is allowed to tell anyone about what they saw today. Anyone who violates this will be killed without mercy!" An old and deep voice sounded, it was Mo Xiang, and everyone hurriedly bowed their heads in approval.

He still did not turn into the form of the ink dragon, but was on the back of a huge Saint clan guard. At this time, he actually stood up with an old and hunched body, looking serious and excited.