"Don't do it! You even invited me to dinner..."

Zhenbei was completely afraid of this terrifying white dragon, so he just dragged it to another world to absorb the evil spirit. Instead, he wanted to give himself the entire ancient battlefield where gods, demons and beasts fought fiercely, and he called it slowly refining it. It was simply frustrating.

Good nature!

The Dragon Gate was so peaceful that it was impossible to initiate teleportation back to Earth, and there was no way to escape.

I'm not lying. When Bai Yujun set up the monster burrito stall, he did treat Zhenbei to a meal, but it sounded weird. Shouldn't he treat the other party to a meal when he was begging for mercy?

If I really wanted to treat a certain dragon to a meal, the poor boy Zhenbei had to sell his farmland of fat pigs, cattle and sheep, which was not enough.

The huge dragon's head hangs down and looks down at the little one. The dragon's ears sway back and forth to listen to the little one's chirping. Bai Bai prefers his original form. He keeps the human form because of the environment. Most of the time, he is half human and half dragon. After a long time in the human form, his scales are as white as jade.

It weakens and often shows its original shape, which is beneficial to the maintenance of dragon scales.

"Have a meal?"

Put your left paw on the ground and raise your right paw to touch your chin.

The claw scales rub against each other and sparks fly.

Shaking his head and landing hard with his right paw, the unlucky ones next to him were bounced half a meter high and fell to the ground, squealing with tears in their eyes. For ordinary people, it would be really painful to sit down half a meter high, and the shock would even hurt their temples.

"Zhenbei, this is your chance, your only chance."

"Are you kidding me? What if I can't bear it anymore if I stuff a battlefield into my head? The whole earth will be buried with the endless bloody evil! You are stronger than me, just stay here by yourself!"

In the north of the town, he groped for the tall pillars of Longmen and turned around to shout. He was not even afraid of death, but he was really afraid.

Just get used to death. You stab me and I stab you. Their blood is rising and they are fighting each other to see who is afraid of death. The problem is to stuff a terrifying ancient battlefield into the body, with countless black and red corpses of gods, demons, beasts and monsters, clearly stuffed into the grave.

field!

Long's mouth sounded loud and trembling, but he still tried to persuade.

However, Zhenbei gritted his teeth and disagreed, preferring to go to the battlefield and die again.

Bai Yujun watched Zhenbei using his fortune-telling skills with his long eyes, and vaguely noticed certain fragments. In just a short moment, he saw his nine lives thoroughly, and secretly sighed at how miserable he was. After a little thought, he discovered the whereabouts of his obsession.

"Hey, Zhenbei, you...know deep down the pain of defeat, don't you want to win?"

"Defeat..."

Zhenbei paused suddenly, said the word "defeat" with trembling palms, clenched his hands into fists, suppressed the shaking of his shoulders to the extreme, and squatted down in pain with his head in his hands.

"Only by obtaining all the evil spirits from the ancient battlefield can you have a chance to win."

"win……"

Silence, deathly silence.

After a long time, Zhenbei raised his head, took a deep breath, cursed and spat, then turned back to face the white dragon.

"Just do it if you don't accept life and death. I agreed. I've had enough of being defeated so many times. Isn't it just an ancient battlefield? I have fought so many battles that this one is worthy of me. Come on!"

"The process will be very painful, can you bear it?"

"Ha~haha~pain? I have never been happy in my nine lifetimes in Zhenbei."

Hearing this, the white divine dragon nodded.

"Very good. You are brave, tenacious, fearless, and have the will of the God of War. We will meet again in the future. Now please be prepared to bear the seal of the ancient battlefield."

Bai Yujun has the talent of Dragon's Contract. When he is serious, what he says is almost destiny, a bit similar to Feng Zheng. Of course, Dragon's Contract cannot be said casually. Everything is provided by God. A real dragon acts in accordance with the power of heaven, which is more likely to cause butterflies.

It's just an effect, just like leveraging a small fulcrum to move your destiny.

After saying that, Moubai began to recite a mantra in dragon language, which was difficult to understand...

The dragon's language is like ripples rippling on the ancient battlefield, and the lingering sound continues to spread. The thick and substantial resentment is reduced, leaving only the most terrifying evil spirit. Time travel cannot be taught by words or other means, but hand gestures can be used instead of words.

After understanding it, just cast it in dragon language.

The difficulty of forcibly compressing the terrifying and mysterious space can be imagined.

Zhenbei turned his head and saw the huge dragon claw slowly pressing into the black-red soil...

Dragon language can only be recited by dragons. After transforming into a dragon, it will be understood and understood naturally. Foreigners cannot learn it. It is regarded as a race-specific talent. Special spells cast by chanting dragon language are certainly not easy.

But Bai Yujun's cultivation level is too low. If it weren't for the support of stored majestic energy, he would probably have to experience walking on the ground again.

The vast dragon's roar resounded throughout the dead world, and the strong winds covered the red sun during the day.

The sea of ​​dust and endless cross-section waterfalls surged and roared due to the shocking dragon roar. Sealing the entire ancient battlefield was almost equivalent to taking away the foundation that maintained the existence of this world. As time went by, the planet gradually showed signs of collapse and the ground cracked.

The mountain collapsed, and the traces of the battle left by the ancient warriors also collapsed.

Time passed slowly, and the endless dragon language filled the ancient battlefield.

Zhenbei sighed.

Since even the powerful White Dragon is willing to take risks to eliminate hidden dangers and protect the common people, how can he be a coward as a soldier of Tiance Mansion? If he can't die, he will do it, or he will die again at worst.

This is not the first death...

Death, death, death, as long as you get used to it, it's okay.

In an unknown, strange and desolate place, two weak beings in the eyes of the gods in the sky work hard to resolve the horrific disaster. Many strong people do not care about the loss of life or the death of the world. They only care about immortality regardless of the water and fire. Bai Yujun and Zhenbei have their own

With persistence, do whatever you want.

He turned around to look at those unfortunate guys who were almost dazed, and looked at Boss Ma.

"Mr. Ma, if I'm still alive, let's go back together and don't forget to pay my salary. If I die, then so be it..."

"Which...what kind..."

Too lazy to answer nonsense, Zhenbei clearly felt the space collapse.

Dragon's language suddenly accelerated and became deeper!

After all, the ancient battlefield is not a real world but a special space. Bai Yujun can create a small world. Although dealing with the ancient battlefield is tiring, it is not difficult. He can always do it by gritting his teeth and persisting. He is only worried about whether Zhenbei can bear it.

"Ho~!"

The dragon's roar echoes through the void!

Zhenbei's complexion suddenly turned red, his whole body swayed and he almost fell down, and the space in front of him changed...

When you open your eyes again, it's another world.

Snowflakes are falling, the grass and trees are withered, and the thin snow on the ground cannot cover the blood-red soil and black ashes. Zhenbei is in a trance, breathing rapidly and feeling exhausted. The scenery in front of him becomes clear and hazy at times. His resolute face is shocked and unbelievable. He looks at the ancient ancient city in the distance with thick smoke and billowing flames.

City wall!

The city walls are covered with broken engineering equipment, the city gates are broken, and countless barbaric foreign enemies roar into the city!

"Luo...Luoyang City...!"

The word "Luoyang" is clearly written on the city gate. Luoyang, the eastern capital of the Tang Dynasty, fell...

The rolling flames could not cover the cold snow. On the top of the city wall, a military flag of Tiance Mansion burned and fell. Luoyang was lost during the Anshi Rebellion, and Tiance Mansion suffered heavy losses.

In the battle of Luoyang, Zhenbei was defeated.

"No……!"

In a blink of an eye, the scene changed to another scene. Countless ships were burning and sinking on the sea. Soldiers died in bloody battles. The enemy dehumanized and massacred people. Iron-clad generals fought bloody battles with spears. Their blood melted into the sea water. Their bodies sank to the bottom of the sea...

The battlefield space changes one after another, and in the end, the Bund is defended against the smoke of artillery bombs and planes are bombing, the enemy soldiers are pulled to death, and the bayonets are charged...

Finally, the scene turned into a desolate ancient battlefield.

Black and red battlefield.
Chapter completed!