The blue dragon flying to the southwest is surrounded by hundreds of thunderbolts. Each thunderbolt is as thick as a bucket, penetrating the sky and the earth, smashing everything in its path with a devastating force, plowing holes and scraping across the surface of the earth.
Wherever they went, houses, pavilions, roads, bridges, carriages, horses and pedestrians all collapsed and turned into pieces, burning and flying out of several streets.
For the monks and soldiers of the Yu Kingdom who were scattered in different cities and fought on their own, they were still fighting with the demons in the blood mist just now. Suddenly the blood mist subsided and the demons became significantly weaker. Before they could react, they saw the blue dragon.
Coming into the world, the vision of thunder filling the sky.
The mythical beast that only existed in legends in the past suddenly appeared in front of them. After a brief shock, most people chose the most direct measure - to fight back.
Numerous flying swords soared straight into the sky, their blades reflecting lightning, falling into the sky like thousands of meteors. Along with them, there were numerous and numerous telepathy devices and talismans.
However, all attack methods hit a wall in front of the invisible wall constructed of jade pendants. They can only go so far and cannot be crossed.
Thousands of brilliance flashed together, rendering the entire night sky into colorful colors, and the continuous explosions were deafening, turning into air waves and raising dust on the ground.
The blue dragon was neither in a hurry nor slow, gliding towards the southwestern city gate as if taking a leisurely stroll in a courtyard.
"..."
Outside the Shangshu Province, Song Shaoyuan looked at the vision of the day in the distance and was silent for a moment, whispering: "It failed..."
Li Ang, who was back to back with him, was speechless. He pulled out the Dragon Meteor spear from the belly of the war elephant-sized demon, and flicked the gun blade, sending the blood lake's internal organs flying far away.
A circle of corpses of Haotian believers and demons had piled up around the two of them. The mountain of corpses was higher than the wall, and the smell was soaring into the sky. However, outside the mountain of corpses, there were still shadowy groups of demons surrounding them.
After the blood mist subsided, the already turbid eyes of the demons became even more blurred. Under the control of instinct, they greedily looked at the broken ball at Song Shaoyuan's feet. In other words, the dragon ball.
Dragon energy and blood are majestic and strong. Bathing in dragon blood can lead to a rebirth, and drinking dragon saliva can lead to immortality. The Haotian believers who lurked into the imperial city relied on the formation to activate the vast vitality contained in the dragon beads, and then weave the blood mist,
Catalyze mortals into monsters.
In the eyes of monsters, this cracked dragon ball is no different from the flat peach elixir. If it hadn't been hanging by all the monsters, the latter would have rushed out of the imperial city, killing and feasting everywhere.
"Do you still have the strength?" Song Shaoyuan asked in a low voice.
"About 30%."
Li Ang estimated that the remaining air sea should be able to hold on until reinforcements arrive.
"Roar——"
There were roars all around, and the demons pushed each other and moved forward slowly. The desire for the Dragon Ball gradually overcame the fear of death.
"The sun rises."
"Huh?"
"Thinking about it now, when I failed the exam in the academy, the year when I studied hard in the hut was perhaps the most peaceful and happy time in my life. I wrote some poems, read some books, and planted some flowers and plants with Youxiao."
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"Why are you talking about this?" Li Ang said in as relaxed a tone as possible, "We can get out alive."
Song Shaoyuan was still talking to himself, "I'll take care of family matters from now on——"
The words stopped abruptly, and Li Ang turned around and saw that Song Shaoyuan's tongue continued to grow, hanging down to his chest like a snake's tongue, and bifurcated on its own.
The blood mist had eroded deep into his bones, and pitch-black horns sprouted from the top of his skull, lower jaw, shoulders and neck, and were covered with dark green scales.
Song Shaoyuan pulled out a knife from his belt, cut out the overgrown tongue, and said with blood in his mouth, "Please, please."
"..."
Li Ang felt as if something was stuck in his throat, unable to say a word. The ink-colored threads in his palms swayed in the wind, but did not extend any further - the demonic transformation seemed irreversible.
"Let's go. Leave this to me."
Song Shaoyuan smiled, patted Li Ang's shoulder cheerfully, bent down and picked up the dragon ball from the ground.
"Hoo!"
He swallowed the dragon ball whole, and all the demonic organs in his body suddenly seemed to be violently stimulated, growing rapidly and piercing the Dali Temple official uniform.
The demons were collectively agitated, all eyes focused on Song Shaoyuan, completely ignoring Li Ang standing beside him.
Step.
Song Shaoyuan took a trembling step forward, and the demons followed suit.
Taking two steps and three steps, Song Shaoyuan gradually accelerated and rushed towards the demon. Catalyzed by the vitality that continuously erupted from the dragon beads, its size continued to expand, bursting the official uniform.
"Xue Gong, Zhenzhou, Song Shaoyuan!"
Bang!
Like the King Kong statue in the temple, Song Shaoyuan roared with filial piety and smashed the head of the demon biting at his throat with one punch. Then he turned his fist into a palm and grabbed a flying snake in the air that was about to attack.
The flying snake struggled violently, and its fangs spraying venom fiercely bit into Song Shaoyuan's mouth. However, the latter ignored it and pulled hard with both hands, breaking the snake's body.
The demons finally couldn't hold back anymore and came from all directions like waves.
Without taking an inch back, he twisted his body and struck out with his palm, and suddenly long and narrow bone spurs sprouted from his palm, piercing through the two monsters. He raised his foot and kicked hard, crushing the long arm holding his ankle.
Knee strikes, elbow strikes, headbutts...
All limbs and bones can be used as weapons. It doesn't matter even if the injury is replaced, the vitality overflowing from the dragon ball can grow new flesh in the wound in an instant.
The price is just one step closer to being completely transformed into a demon.
Amid the wild laughter, stumps were flying and blood was splattered.
Li Ang looked at the mountain of corpses that was getting higher and higher, turned around silently, stepped on the ground, and flew away from here.
————
Snap!
A headless monster corpse fell down and smashed into the pool of dirty blood, frightening away the flies that came looking for the smell.
So thirsty.
Song Shaoyuan swayed and knelt on one knee, naturally leaned over the blood pool, and opened his mouth to suck the blood.
The fishy smell surged in his mouth, and he suddenly came back to his senses. He looked around, and among the mountains of corpses and sea of blood, he was the only one left standing.
Poof.
He spit out the dirty blood, stood up in disgust and fear, and saw his reflection in the blood pool clearly through the moonlight.
The huge body as high as a four-story building is covered with horns, hair, scales, and eyeballs, and its original appearance is completely unrecognizable.
The entire back of the spine is bent, and on the dozens of sky-high bone spurs emerging from the back, there are incomplete monster corpses hanging.
Three huge mouths grow on the front of the body, each chewing on the stumps and broken arms.
In the middle of the big mouth, there is a sarcoma that is half protruding from the outside of the body - that is the dragon ball that is slowly recovering.
"Zhenzhou, Xuegong, Song Shaoyuan."
He repeated it again, turned around and lay down on the mountain of corpses, paused for a moment, and split his neck.
The dragon ball lodged in the abdominal cavity seemed to sense it, and once again erupted its remaining vitality, trying to rescue the only host still alive at the scene.
Just in vain.
Song Shaoyuan tore open the bloody hole in his abdomen and let the blood flow freely.
"Zhenzhou, Xuegong, Song Shaoyuan."
As he was talking to himself, scenes of sad and happy past events came to his mind. He broke off the bone spurs in his palm and carved them on them.
...
After a long time, several figures came from a distance.
Pei Jing and others, who were disgraced and had no time to repair themselves, slowly landed and looked around at the corpses everywhere. Their eyes finally focused on the largest monster corpse. They looked at each other with confused expressions.
The blood of the giant demon has dried up, and in the stiff palm, there is a delicately carved bone flower.
This chapter has been completed!