how to kill a dragon

Wang Xiaotai could feel the violent fluctuation of the spiritual power of the world behind her.

She knew that Wang Fuyao was guarding behind her with the Zhantian Sword, Changsheng and the others were also fighting against the dragon, it seemed that their side had the upper hand, but at this moment she no longer had the energy to care about them.

Her godhead slowly melted away, 40, 45, 50...

More and more soul fragments were freed from her godhead just like Bubbles.

In Wen Xinjing, she once tried to kill herself, tried to bite off her own tongue, bit her own wrist, and smashed her own head. She didn't want such a god-given opportunity, she didn't want their sacrifices and sacrifices.

But she failed, she has her own godhead, the godhead that has protected her from death and injury for 300 years, and the godhead that has protected her from the Nine Heavens Xuanlei.

Since the beginning of the world, there has never been such a embarrassed god.

Now the most embarrassing god in the world has given up his godhead after ascending to immortality, and sent 60 living people back into reincarnation.

She no longer has the strength to turn around and fight the dragon or the god.

Under the intertwined effect of the power of faith, the wound on her chest slowly healed, but she could no longer ascend the heavenly ranks.

She is going back to 300 years ago, becoming that mortal again.

The air in the netherworld suddenly rippled with strange waves like the surface of water.

There was a piercing sound coming from behind, and a bone-piercing coldness suddenly spread to her whole body. Wang Xiaotai subconsciously stood in front of those pale souls, trying to block this unpredictable blow with her own body.

Some people also saw this blow coming from far away in the sky, and blocked Wang Xiaotai's body, but this arrow unexpectedly bypassed everyone's protection, and was not disturbed by other attacks, ignoring barriers, ignoring distance, regardless of , flew straight to Wang Xiaotai's direction.

This arrow startled Huang Quan and shook Fuyao.

There was an extreme heat in her chest, followed by intense burning pain, as if she was deep in a raging fire.

"Little Moss!" Chang Sheng screamed behind him.

Wang Fuyao and the others also saw this sudden horizontal blow, this blow definitely did not come from the Dragon Clan, there were people present who wanted Wang Xiaotai's life!
They immediately rushed to Wang Xiaotai who was standing in the center of the underworld.

Wang Xiaotai lowered her head and looked at her chest. A red arrow was precisely inserted into her empty heart, and the arrow tip was just about to touch the golden heart in her hand and the fragments of godhead that hadn't completely melted away.

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Just a little bit, the souls of 60 living people will all enter reincarnation.

just a little bit...
Wang Xiaotai bit the tip of her tongue, forcing a mouthful of blood to spray on the remaining godhead, the power of faith poured in faster, accelerating the burning speed of the godhead.

57 thousand, 57 thousand, 57 thousand, 58 thousand...

Just give me a little more time, a little more time, and it will be fine.

The crimson arrow that was being inserted into Wang Xiaotai's heart flashed a red light at the tail, and the end point of this arrow was not Wang Xiaotai's heart at all.

The water in the Yellow Spring under Wang Xiaotai's feet was turbulent, and suddenly the whole water in the Yellow Spring began to rotate, centered on Wang Xiaotai, forming a gnawing vortex under her feet, this vortex continued to rotate, and gradually spread over Wang Xiaotai's knees, waist and abdomen, and it was almost Want to swallow Wang Xiaotai whole.

The water of the Yellow Spring cannot enter the soul, and if it enters, it will corrode the body. The moment the water of the Yellow Spring hits the body, hot blood flows into the air duct, and Wang Xiaotai is choked. It flooded all her senses like a tide.

She probably screamed out, as if someone was calling her name, they were crying something, but her eardrums seemed to be blocked by something, she couldn't hear anything clearly, and her eyes began to burst into pain Black, in the blurred vision with irregular black dots, Wang Xiaotai raised her heart like holding up a torch in the dark night.

The golden juice flowed continuously, and countless dead souls were released from it.

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60 million.

At the moment when the godhead melted and all the souls of the dead could re-enter the samsara, Wang Xiaotai fell into the underworld.

At this time, everyone was still struggling in the underworld, and only two pied butterflies flapping their wings desperately followed her into the underworld.

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A few circles of bamboo fences surround the thatched-roofed earth house. A hen of various colors leads a group of immature bright yellow chicks in and out of the yard, pecking at rice and vegetables bit by bit. The rooster stands proudly on the top of the tree, shaking its comb, standing on one foot, turning its neck vigilantly, and scanning in all directions.

Han Yi lay down in the grass, watched the big rooster and swallowed.

The chicken was still alive, but he seemed to have seen it stewing in the pot and smelled its rich aroma.

But the chicken has its owner, so he can't take it.

Han Yi looked at the chicken, imagined its taste, and angrily pulled the weeds in his hand.

Stewed chicken, fried chicken, roasted chicken, chicken broth, chicken legs, chicken bones...
One day he's going to raise a bunch of chickens!Eat it every day, the kind that you can't finish every meal!

Impatiently pulling a basket of green grass, Han Yi bounced back to his home with a wild grass root in his mouth.

It's not right to say it's home, it's just a Yi Zhuang that no one will come to on weekdays, if the corpses in the wilderness are found, they will be sent here, waiting for their relatives to search for them in a certain year and a certain month in the future.

This is the final destination of the corpse, but it is Han Yi's home.

All the nails on the door of the Yizhuang have fallen off, or they have been pried away and sold for money. The door is full of messy graffiti. The whole Yizhuang looks really dilapidated. Only the tight gate shows that there may still be people here. Traces of residence.

With a 'creak' sound, Han Yi kicked open the closed door, bypassed the black coffins that were packed in the hall, and walked to the side room with a basket full of grass.

He was a little greedy and hungry, and he had no patience all the way home, but when he entered the side room, he subconsciously took a light step, and his movements were a little gentle, as if he was afraid of scaring something.

"I'm going home, is the little rabbit good today?"

Like the hall, there are also many unowned coffins in the room. This Yizhuang once had a prominent moment, but now it has lost.

Han Yi usually sleeps in these coffins, using the coffin as a bed, and sleeping on the coffin boards when it gets hot.

The coffin is of good quality and has retained its bright black color through weathering and weathering.

On the black coffin, sat a girl holding a little white rabbit.

The girl closed her eyes tightly, and didn't say hello when Han Yi came in, but turned her head slightly and smiled in his direction.

Han Yi lowered his voice, approached the girl with a basket, took out a handful of fresh and juicy green grass, stuffed it into the girl's palm, and took a piece of green grass to tease the smooth-haired little girl. rabbit.

The little rabbit moved its lips, snatched the grass from Han Yi's hand, and stuffed it into its own mouth.

The girl kept her eyes closed, she was probably blind, she stretched out her hand to touch for a while, pinched Han Yi's cheek, pulled his flesh, did not speak, and made a gesture.

Han Yi understood what she meant, and smiled, "Don't worry, this time I went to a different place to hunt rabbit grass. There are no dogs over there. I'm fine. Are you hungry? I'll cook and order something to eat."

Han Yi rubbed the rabbit in the girl's arms, turned around and prepared to cook.

Under the sun, the girl holding the rabbit raised her face, which was white and beautiful, and a small Guanyin mole between her eyebrows was as red as blood, showing a bit of fragile beauty.

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