Chapter 318 80. Real Dragon Corpse
"Asshole! Asshole! Asshole!"
In the depths of the boundless sea, in the endless darkness, someone cursed and became furious.
It's that boy.
At this moment, in the abyss where he lives, three figures are entrenched. In addition to the humanoid corpse, there is another dragon-shaped and cow-shaped one, whose eye sockets are burning with dark green, and they are just staring at the boy who is constantly scolding. . Other bones surged up around him and were crushed alive by the manic man. He used these things as a punching bag to vent the anger in his heart wantonly.
Ahead, a torn black crack reflected the outside world.
The arrogant ancestors left one by one.
The dusk in the west, the darkness in the northern plains, and... The boy squinted his eyes, and the picture flowed. The silver Great Wall stretched on the picture, and the terrifying wind danced, like a sharp blade cutting through the silver wall, and all the towers built by the ancient country were destroyed. The slave he had favored in the past was fighting with his ancestors, and he burst out with a roar that shook the earth. The figure of a giant whale soars high into the sky, setting off a tide that submerges the world.
Zu's advantage is overwhelming.
Even with that silver Great Wall, even with the Lord of the Seven Seas, and that fat man in black and white, Zu still overlooks the world.
Until the blood flows into a river.
People died, and the matrix in the center of the tower evaporated, creating a living structure that extended deep into the earth like a spider web. Spider-web-like blood-colored veins enveloped the land. At first, Zu didn't pay attention, and he didn't even observe. Then...another Zu appeared.
An ancestor who shouldn't be here.
The sky cracked, and the scarlet eyeballs turned, casting a death gaze. The statue of the god holding a fan stood there. The two met each other in ancient times and looked at each other from a distance. The old friends who were so familiar in the past had a murderous intention at this moment! Suddenly, the connection between heaven and earth was severed from the boundless sea, and it fell into darkness. After the last battlefield lost control, the boy remained silent. He slowly switched the scene in front of him. Ruins, fog, and the sound of waves came up.
"No!" he growled.
The golden statue stood with a hanging sword. After the light passed, a long sword fell and was inserted into the ruins. The sword body reflected the cold light.
He dropped his hands almost in despair.
Even Master Chunyang Fuyou, who the boy feared from the bottom of his heart, disappeared.
He wanted to curse, but the vicious words came to his lips but he couldn't say them anyway. He witnessed the unshakable power with his own eyes, and fear came from the bottom of his heart. Unable to vent his anger on Zu, he turned to look at the golden statue.
The boy's face was so ferocious that he was almost distorted. He stared at the figure in Xuan Yi through the projection.
He was stunned for a moment.
"It's you! It's you!" He roared like a beast, punched the screen, and shattered the figure. The ripples spread out, then close up again to form the picture again. Obviously, this serves no purpose other than venting anger.
The dragon guarding the Tianshan altar looked down upon him and shot that arrow at him!
Go to hell! Go to hell! Go to hell!
He calmed his heaving chest and looked to his side coldly.
His eyes were fixed on the dark and huge true dragon skeleton.
"Kill him," he ordered.
There was a faint response from that direction. The death aura born from such a powerful creature is naturally surprisingly powerful. During this long period of time, in a very special field, consciousness once again appeared on the dragon's corpse. It was turbid, but it was new enough to look at the world.
It has forgotten a lot and relies on instinct to obey the guidance of the vast sea.
So it responds.
"I'm afraid... you can't."
"The Lord has said before, don't... act rashly." The voice came stumblingly, but it made the boy even more annoyed.
He was furious: "You have one and only one master now! Me! The great ten kinds of ghosts! I am your master now, how dare you disobey my orders? He handed you over to me, and you are me Thing! I thought it was not easy for you to be born, otherwise you would be erased the moment you opened your mouth to refute. Do you understand? Don’t have your own opinions, weapons!”
At the end of his speech, his voice gradually turned into a biting coldness. "Now, repeat my order." The boy said coldly.
At the other end of the pitch-black water, a giant creature was swimming slowly. Its skeleton still had scales that symbolized the true dragon. These remaining scales opened and closed, breaking the current.
A snake-like slender neck stretched out from the darkness, and a huge ferocious skull stared down at the boy.
"Kill..." The green ghost fire burned, and it turned its head to look at the figure in the picture.
There was some doubt in the flame.
It seems to overlap with a certain fragment in the remaining memory.
"My...King?"
But the clarity of this moment disappeared in an instant, and was replaced by a rising, disgusting, dirty will.
It rubbed its teeth together, and its bones collided with each other, creating sparks. The huge body was winding, and something seemed to be grinning in the darkness.
…………
Ice fields, fish schools disappeared.
The old man was still sitting on the canoe, quietly watching everything that happened in front of him.
The statue shattered, and what remained was a crystal-clear bone statue the size of a forearm, which cracked from the middle.
By an... extremely sharp knife.
He raised his head and looked at the figure walking out of the endless black flames in the distance.
Her long snow-white hair, tied high into a ponytail, was flying, and beneath it was an extremely cold face, with her emerald eyes lowered. She dragged the knife, a broad knife made of black iron, engraved with heavenly patterns. The handle was brass, and the back of the knife was straight and thick. It was engraved with ancient seal script. The old man could tell at a glance that the seal script was an original law, symbolizing the glorious power of heaven. , symbolizing...the verdict of death!
The woman's arm holding the sword was covered in jet-black armor, which extended to her entire body. The texture of the jet-black armor condensed with flames was the same as that of the sword. As she got closer, the sound of the group armor's friction and collision became clearer and clearer.
The left arm and left chest are covered in snow-white robes, and the broad sleeves are painted with a roaring image of a fierce tiger like a torch.
The river under the canoe had long been evaporated by the black flames, and the canoe stopped in the middle of the dry river bed. With a slight sway, the old man knew that the crowned king was sitting at the other end of the canoe.
But the old man laughed: "I didn't expect that I would be tricked by that fierce tiger."
"But he's dead, risking his life." A cold response came from behind.
"Yes, he is dead, but teasing an ancestor has to pay something, right?" The old man said slowly, "He will bet himself on you to win."
"You win, the new emperor of the snowfield." The old man groped behind him, and finally threw it backwards.
Qing Yan reached out to take it, and when he lowered his head, he saw that it was actually a wine flask. There is no trace of spirit on the pottery wine pot, which is no different from the wine kept in the homes of some elderly people in the past.
"Would you like a drink?" the old man said.
He raised his glass, "Here's to you, to these brave creatures who are not afraid of death. This new world is so wonderful that it's worth drinking this glass of wine."
Qing Yan stuck the Cangming knife on the ground, picked up the wine bottle and drank it all in one gulp.
When she put down the jug, there was a sound of the jug breaking on the other side of the canoe. The old man disappeared. Naturally, the jug fell to the ground and broke into pieces. There was no trace of alcohol in it, and the old man drank it all as he said.
Qingyan raised her head, and the last trace of the statue disappeared, revealing the vast sky behind her, with a sea of rolling clouds. Just when the sun was setting, the orange sky rushed over, and the afterglow of the setting sun illuminated her face. The Wolf King looked from a distance and saw the woman on the wooden boat holding a wine flask under the setting sun, leaning on the knife as if facing a tombstone.
(End of chapter)