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Chapter 318 80. True Dragon Corpse
"Bastard! Bastard! Bastard!"

In the depths of the vast sea, in the boundless darkness, some people cursed and became furious.

It's that boy.

At this moment, in the abyss where he lived, there were three figures entrenched, except for the human-shaped corpse, the other dragon-shaped and bull-shaped eyes were burning with dark green, just quietly staring at the boy who was constantly cursing .There were other corpses pouring up around him, and they were crushed by the manic man. He used these things as a punching bag, wantonly venting the anger in his heart.

Ahead, a torn pitch-black crack reflected the outside world.

The mighty ancestors left the stage one by one.

The dusk in the west, the darkness in the northern plains, and... the boy narrowed his eyes, and the picture flowed. The silver Great Wall stretched across the picture, and the terrifying wind danced like a sharp knife cutting through the high silver wall, destroying all the towers built by the ancient country.The servant he had fancied in the past was fighting with his ancestor, and he let out an earth-shattering roar.The figure of the giant whale soars high into the sky, setting off a tidal wave that submerges the world.

Zu's advantage is overwhelming.

Even with that silver Great Wall, even with the Seven Seas Maharaja, and that black and white fat man, Zu still overlooks the world.

Until the blood flowed like a river.

When people die, the matrix in the center of the tower transpires, building a living being, extending deep into the earth, like a spider web.The cobweb-like veins of blood covered the land. At first, the ancestor didn't pay attention, even he didn't observe, and then...another ancestor appeared.

Ancestors who shouldn't be here.

Cracks opened above the sky, and the scarlet eyeballs rolled, casting a deathly gaze.Standing holding a fan statue, the two met after the ancient times, and looked at each other from a distance. The old man who was very familiar in the past has a murderous intent at this moment!Suddenly, the connection between the world and the vast sea was severed, and it fell into darkness.After the last battlefield lost control, the boy remained silent, and he slowly switched the scene in front of him, the ruins, the fog, and the sound of the waves surged up.

"No!" he growled.

The golden god statue stood with a sword hanging. After the light passed, a long sword fell and stuck in the ruins. The sword body reflected the cold light.

He dropped his hands almost in despair.

Even Master Chunyang Fuyou, whom 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 come out anyway.He witnessed the power of the unshakable with his own eyes, and the fear came from the bottom of his heart.Unable to vent his anger on Zu, he turned to look at the golden idol.

The boy's face was so ferocious that it was almost distorted, and he stared at the figure in black in the screen through the projection.

He froze for a moment.

"It's you! It's you!" He growled like a beast, and punched the screen, smashing the figure into pieces.The ripples spread out, and then closed up to recreate the picture.Obviously, this serves no purpose other than venting anger.

The Jiaolong who guarded the altar of Tianshan Mountain looked down on him and shot that arrow at him!

to die!to die!to die!

He calmed his heaving chest and looked to his side coldly.

His eyes fixed on the huge black dragon skeleton.

"Kill him," he ordered.

There was a faint response from that direction.The breath of death produced by such a powerful creature is naturally surprisingly powerful. During this long period of time, in a very special domain, the dragon's body reappeared with consciousness. It was muddy, but it was new enough to look at the world.

It has forgotten a lot, relying on instinct to obey the guidance of the boundless sea.

So it responds.

"I'm afraid...not possible."

"The Lord said before, don't... act rashly." The voice came stumbling, but it made the boy even more annoyed.

He was furious: "You have one and only one master now! I! The great ten kinds of ghosts! I am your master now, how dare you disobey my order? He handed you over to me, and you are me Stuff! I think it's not easy for you to be born with consciousness, otherwise you will be wiped out the moment you refute, can you understand? Weapons, don't have your own opinions!"

In the end, 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 huge monster was swimming slowly, and its skeleton surface still had scales that symbolized a real dragon. These remaining scales opened and closed to break the water flow.

A snake-like slender neck stretched out from the darkness, and a huge, ferocious skull stared down at the boy.

"Kill..." The ghostly green ghost fire was burning, and it turned its head to look at the figure in the picture.

A little doubt appeared in the flame.

It seems to coincide with a fragment in the remaining memory.

"my king?"

But the clarity of this moment disappeared in an instant, replaced by a rising, disgusting dirty will.

It rubbed its sharp teeth, and the bones collided with each other sparks.The mammoth body was twisting, and there seemed to be something grinning in the darkness.

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Ice sheets, fish schools disappear.

The old man was still sitting on the wooden boat, quietly watching what happened before him.

The statue shattered, and what was left was a crystal bone statue the size of a forearm, which was cracked from the middle.

By a... extremely sharp knife.

He raised his head and looked at the figure walking out of the endless black flames in the distance.

The long snow-white hair that was tied high into a ponytail fluttered, and underneath was an incomparably glamorous face, with those emerald green eyes drooping down.She dragged the knife, a broad knife made of black iron, engraved with the pattern of the sky, with a brass handle, straight and thick back, engraved with ancient seal script, the old man can see at a glance that the seal script is an original method, symbolizing the glory of heaven , symbolizing... the verdict of death!

The woman's arm holding the knife was covered with pitch-black armor, extending all the way to the entire body. The flame-condensed pitch-black armor had the same texture as the knife.As she got closer, the clashing sound of the group armors became more and more clear.

On the left arm and left chest is a snow-white robe, and on the wide sleeve is a roaring image of a fierce tiger like a torch.

The river under the wooden boat has long been evaporated by the black flames, and the wooden boat stopped in the middle of the dry riverbed.With a slight shake, the old man knew that the crowned king was sitting at the other end of the canoe.

The old man laughed, "I didn't expect the old man to be slapped by that fierce tiger."

"But he's dead, and he's betting on his life." A cold response came from behind.

"Yeah, he's dead, but to tease an ancestor, you have to pay something, doesn't it?" the old man said slowly, "he bets himself, betting on you to win."

"You have won, the new emperor of Xueyuan." The old man fumbled behind him, and finally threw it backwards.

Qing Yan reached out to take it, and looked down, it was actually a flagon.The pottery wine jug does not have any traces of spirits on it, just like the wine prepared in some old people's homes in the past.

"A drink?" said the old man.

He raised his glass, "To you, to these brave creatures who are not afraid of death, this new world is so wonderful, it is worth drinking this glass of wine."

Qing Yan stuck the Cangming Knife on the ground, picked up the jug and drank it with his head up.

When she put down the jug, there was the sound of the jug breaking on the other side of the wooden boat, and the old man disappeared. Naturally, the jug fell to the ground and broke into pieces.There was not a trace of wine in it, and the old man drank it clean as he said.

Qing Yan raised her head, and the last trace of the statue disappeared, revealing the vast sky behind her, with billowing 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, under the setting sun, the woman on the wooden boat was holding a jug, leaning on the knife, as if facing a tombstone.

(End of this chapter)