Monster life starting from picking up materials

The miasma did not disappear, but it was not as harmful to the Hazrat under the violent airflow created by Ji Jie.

After spitting out most of the wind he could produce at the moment, leaving only a little to maintain flight, Ji Jie began to spit fire, especially at the Corpse Hazard.

The high temperature effectively kills the microorganisms that make up the miasma, and if you are lucky, you can kill off a piece of flammable and explosive gas in an instant.

The Corpse Hazak itself is weak to fire.

Ji Jie hovered above the head of the Corpse Hazrat, smeared off the exploding scales, and then shook off the exploding liquid, using it as a flammable material to assist the flames in setting it on fire.

"Hang ang er~!"

The Lord of the Corpse Mantle howled angrily in the flames, and the rotten and hideous flesh on his body was burned black, emitting a burnt smell.

three times!

The three times were different, but they all had a strong suppressive effect on the Corpse Hazak.

When the fire and wind in the Explosive Dragon's body were exhausted, the fire and wind in the valley also squeezed the Hazrat's advantage to the extreme.

When the totem progress bar of the Corpse Hazak breaks through from 0 to 1, it proves that Ji Jie no longer needs the courage to face the ancient dragon.

The ancient dragon in front of him had retreated twice at his hands. How could he have the courage to face the defeated opponent?

But he still tried his best, but he didn't need to focus on one attack. He prayed that his full strength could cause damage to the ancient dragon.

He can now take his time and give it his all.

His fear of the ancient dragons began with the mighty storm accumulated by the old steel dragon's momentum across the sea, and would eventually end with the miasma that suppressed the Lord of the Corpse Membrane.

At this moment, the Corpse Dragon looked like a god that had lost its halo and revealed its health bar. If it entered the base, it would definitely be attacked by the Footman.

With all the effort, the explosive glands were temporarily exhausted, and the wind used for flying was also consumed and became part of the chaotic airflow.

According to the investigation team's crusade, the Blastoise has completed the preliminary work and weakened the Corpse Hazrat to a certain extent.

Next, it’s time for the tool man who has been equipped with the highest attack power to appear!

The Explosive Scale Dragon fell from the sky, and Ji Jie, in the form of a Sulfur Slash Dragon, smashed heavily on the Corpse Hazrat, causing it to stagger.

Sliding down from the corpse dragon, the sharp sword tail, which had been in a grinding state from the beginning, scratched the rotten flesh.

"The new clothes should be better than the last ones. It's really an honor to have the Lord of the Corpse Mantle dress me up."

With just this one strike, combined with the information he obtained from observing the Exploding Scale Dragon, Ji Jie now understood that the other party was prepared.

He even found him and took the initiative to fire the first shot.

There is nothing more joyful than a dragon dressing up for those who please him.

war!

After jumping down, he turned around without hesitation, and the tail of the sword swept directly across the base of the Corpse Hazrat's wings, rubbing against the hard rotten flesh, bringing an ultimate meat-blocking experience.

The key parts of his body were covered with rotten flesh, and Ji Jie even expected the opponent to go into battle naked.

Miasma gushed out from the side of the Corpse Hazrat, but Ji Jie closed his airways tightly, his face as iron-faced as if he were sealed tightly.

He was fully armed. Before landing, he held his breath and planned to control his breathing to reduce the amount of miasma he inhaled.

The miasma that could blow away defenseless hunters was like a breeze on his face, and had no effect on his attack rhythm.

After a small sweeping blow, he spun around and chopped the rotten flesh on the corpse dragon's neck with a swift vertical chop.

The charred rotten flesh was pulled out with hideous traces, revealing a horrible red.

He pulled his body sideways and collided with the sharp claws of the Corpse Hazrat.

The sharp claws collided with the silver sword tail, producing hot sparks.

But this spark was instantly drowned out by the indifference of the Corpse Hazak. His head shook and miasma spewed out in a mighty manner.

Zhanlong lowered his head as he held the sword, and the miasma brushed across his sword thorns like a veil, as if a lady was brushing the back of a man's hand with a scarf.

But Ji Jie treated it as a white handkerchief thrown on the back of her foot.

Challenger triggered!

With a small leap sideways, the tail of the sword split the miasma with the force of a cassock slash, and a sharp arc of light was drawn with the steps, slashing down on the head of the corpse dragon.

The tangled rotten flesh was unfolded along with the yellow glowing organ on its head, and sticky body fluids splashed out.

Realizing that the light-emitting organ on its head was destroyed, the Corpse Hazard's tiny eyes glowed red.

"So the eyes are here. They're so cute, so small."

The small jump from the side step connected seamlessly with the rotation, and with a diagonal step he slashed down, sending a piece of rotten meat flying high.

At the same time, as the tail sank, the center of gravity naturally adjusted the head upward, and he took his first breath in a place where the miasma was thinner.

The miasma that was still inhaled was decomposed, and the harmful substances in it became sulfur on the tail of the sword.

My physical strength has decreased, but my energy has returned.

The change of pace lagged behind the drawing of the sword. Ji Jie deftly used the sword to block the bite of the corpse dragon and cut off the rotten flesh on his face.

A series of changes in steps also represent changes in the sword's momentum. The tail of the sword swings out a flash of sword light and shadow, cutting off pieces of rotten flesh.

The rotten flesh is hard and highly resistant to chopping, but when faced with a slashing attack starting from the gap, it can only helplessly separate from the Hazrat.

Later, this separation also took away pieces of his scales.

With each breath, the glands on the sword tail inevitably released a large amount of sulfur crystals, making the sword tail less agile.

Ji Jie moistened his mouth with the magma that surged up from above, endured the stench on the sword tail, put it in his mouth and bit it tightly.

His eyes were fixed on the Hazak.

He will defeat him and take the ancient dragon's form and power into his possession.

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142

Chapter 142: The Corpse Hazrat wins.

The fine sulfur crystals on the bright silver sword tail shattered and fell to the ground with a rustling sound. They were held in Ji Jie's mouth and vaporized when they came into contact with the magma.

Sparks and magma scorch the sword tail and light it up. One can imagine the damage the scorching sword tail will cause to the Fire-weak Hazak.

Sensing something was wrong, the Corpse Hazrat spewed a column of miasma towards the Sulphur-Slashing Dragon's face while quickly retreating.

The thick miasma rushed into Ji Jie's mouth and nose, giving the tail of the sword in his mouth an opportunity to be released.

Live!

Breaking free from the miasma's restraints on its body functions, the beast dragon race's powerful steps spun along with the sword's tail.

The scorching blade was thrown out by the step, drawing a scorching light in the air, and ignited the plush mycelium grown by the miasma on the ground, extending the scorching fire line to the torso of the Corpse Dragon.

The line of fire streaked across the Hazrat's chest, slanting upwards to end at his shoulder.

The Lord of the Corpse Mantle trembled, knelt down, and fell to the ground.

Thick miasma gushed out, protecting itself while also circulating inside and outside the body, acquiring organic matter to quickly stabilize the body.

Almost instantly, the Hazak was about to stand up again.

But the trembling tail of the sword dragged on his neck and knocked him to the ground again.

Ji Jie wanted to breathe, but he didn't dare to.

As the Hazrat fell and struggled, all that could be seen with the naked eye was a miasma that seemed to be real, and not even a trace of blank space could be seen.

Feeling dizzy and dizzy from the accumulated miasma, he felt like he was going to fall to the ground along with the Hazak.

How much more is left?

The weak sword tail swept around, and all the corpse dragon materials that could be cut off were decomposed and became part of the ominous color on the totem.

A quarter, almost there.

The Steel Dragon Jade in his body was also producing wind. He simply exhaled all the wind produced during the battle in one breath, blowing away some of the thick miasma in front of him to relieve the urgent need.

The sword tail that had just been polished was generating sulfur crystals again, but fortunately, the temperature of the sword tail caused the sulfur crystals to vaporize instantly.

After taking a deep breath of the returning wind, his strength didn't decrease, but his endurance did return, allowing him to step on the Hazrat's body and continue to swing with the tail of his sword.

Instead of cutting the rotten flesh of the Corpse Hazard, he tried his best to obtain materials from the parts where the armor had been broken.

As the Hazrat's struggles intensified, a terrifying howl erupted from its throat, and the miasma that had been spewed out earlier began to converge towards him.

This also includes the excess miasma in Ji Jie's body that has not yet been decomposed. The aggressiveness of the microorganisms in this miasma seems to have been greatly increased, and is plundering the life energy in his body.

What exactly is life energy? It is the energy and power that drives life activities. It is the nutrition of plants, the bones and blood of animals, the power of every cell of life, and oxygen.

The power of cells is becoming the power of microbial reproduction. Every oxygen inhaled, every carbon dioxide exhaled, and every round of body circulation seems to be replaced by miasma.

And what about the antibodies in his body? The supplies needed for the antibodies are being plundered, cutting off the fuel from the bottom.

Ji Jie's movements became increasingly sluggish, and he took another breath of miasma without caring.

This is a betrayal of the hard work of the body's antibody cells, but does it matter at this point?

Even though his body was riddled with wounds, it wasn't his end yet.

He fell to the ground under the irresistible pressure, pressing down the struggling Hazrat.

The trajectory of his fall was carefully corrected by the final burst of adrenaline. His head landed beside the Corpse Hazrat's severed chest. Facing the miasma that gushed out continuously, he used all his strength to open it and struggle.

He bit off the flesh and blood from the corpse dragon's chest bite by bite.

The ominous blood of the ancient dragon exploded in his body, triggering the stress of the dragon energy dormant in Ji Jie's own gems and flesh.

The dragon energy surged, destroying invaders and defenders alike without distinguishing between friend and foe.

The dead cells settle and become corpse starch under the survivors' knife.

Ji Jie regained some strength and tore off the connection between the flesh in his mouth and the chest of the Corpse Dragon.

“Hhhhhh～～”

A terrifying laugh like the cry of a ghost echoed across the battlefield, announcing the victory of the Lord of the Corpse Membrane.

Yes, the Hazak won. He slowly stood up and looked at the Hazak that was also struggling to stand up.

The two Hazak dragons looked at each other as if they were looking in a mirror.

The newly born Corpse Hazak gave a short laugh to the angry Corpse Hazak. The miasma that had been like a thorn in the flesh before was now like sweet spring water, obediently returning the vitality it had plundered.

He has taken the form of an ancient dragon. He has become death from death and returned in the form of death.

Ji Jie felt the miasma injected into his body by the Corpse Hazrat himself, and felt as if he had returned to the spring.

The physical strength that he had previously longed for and was so scarce surged up continuously, filling his body.

Oxygen? The microbes give it back.

Blood? Microbes instead.

Energy? Microbes become.

However, the existence of its own kind in front of it is a real ghost story for the Corpse Hazard.

He watched with his own eyes as his opponent fell, his body covered in hideous cracks.

Then, the monster before him was born. It had the same shape as him, and was also a monster among monsters to him.

"Surprised? You don't understand this, do you? If you like someone, you have to become him."

I love you so much that I wear your skirt; I love you so much that I become like you.

The love in "Seven Deadly Sins" is perfectly interpreted at this moment, even if he is just a "scumbag" who simply "craves the other person's body".

Looking at the Hazak Dragon, who was only confused and terrified by his "love", Ji Jie shook his head in disappointment:

"Don't you like it? Scum Dragon! So you actually like interspecies!"

The pressure of meeting the deadline and filling up the progress bar was still chasing him, forcing his nerves to race and scare the Hazak with the most terrifying posture.

The pressure won't go away, but it will shift.

While the Hazrat was still cowering, he slapped it in the face.

While combining the facts and creating a hilarious story in his mind to lower his blood pressure, he repeatedly swung his claws at the Corpse Hazrat.

"Your little skirt is pretty. It's mine."