The black dragon-shaped fireworks in the bead seemed to be alive, swimming around. The facial features and scales on the body were extremely clear, and the mean dragon was still blinking at her.
Blinked.
Ling Luo gave him a very contemptuous look, and almost spit out a mouthful of old blood. How cute? A thousand-year-old old man actually acted cute with her? That's stupid!
"Hey, hey, little beauty, what's that look in your eyes, show me again!"
A certain lowly dragon in the Fire-Sealing Pearl protested desperately, his body twisting in a messy way.
When Ling Luo saw this, she burst out laughing. She narrowed her eyes slightly, and the contempt in her eyes became even stronger.
"Did you set the black extreme fire on Chen Moxuan's hand?"
The little dragon-shaped creature in the fire-sealing bead stopped twisting, raised its head somewhat arrogantly, and said in a loud voice: "He, a despicable wood cultivator, dares to touch my uncle's dragon with his dirty hands."
Yuan, of course he needs to be punished well."
Ling Luo narrowed his eyes slightly and asked: "What will happen after being burned by the black extreme fire?"
"It's useless." Shilong's answer was concise and clear.
Ling Luo's heart skipped a beat. If Chen Moxuan died in such an unknown way, wouldn't all the responsibility fall on her head?
"No, it cannot be abolished."
The cheap dragon was very dissatisfied: "Why?"
"No reason." Ling Luo shrugged, not bothering to explain, "Can you remove the black extreme fire from his body?"
She is a fire cultivator herself, but she doesn't know much about the legendary black extreme fire.
"Most people can't do it, but I can still do it." The cheap dragon put on a stinking look.
After leaving the poetry appreciation party, it was almost time for a cup of tea, and we couldn't delay it any longer. Thinking of this, Ling Luo clenched her beads and headed east.
When he felt the scene, the black flame on Chen Moxuan's hand had spread all the way from his right hand to his right arm, burning close to his shoulder.
Chen Moxuan was still screaming hysterically, his face was covered with sweat, and his body was convulsing on the ground. No one dared to approach him. Queen Mu was on the side, already crying into tears.
Ling Luo narrowed her eyes slightly and sent a message to Jianlong: "Okay, the punishment is almost over, it's time to stop."
The sound of a certain bitch pulling his ass sounded in my mind: "Why should I listen to you?"
"You have sucked my extreme fire essence for six years in vain. Don't you know what gratitude is?" Ling Luo's eyes flashed with a stern look, "Without my extreme fire divine body, you can condense the beast soul.
Reappear in dragon form?"
"Ugh..." A certain cheap dragon was thinking hard.
Ling Luo said nothing more and remained silent.
Sure enough, after a while, she got the answer; "Since you spent six years of hard work and energy to revive me, then of course I, as one of the ten ancient divine beasts, have to show a little courage. Okay,
From today on, I will train you well!"
Train her?
Ling Luo felt happy in her heart. Being able to be cultivated by the ancient Extreme Fire Dragon, coupled with her talent as a genius alchemist, she, Ling Luo, would be able to achieve great success sooner or later!
At this time, the fire-sealing bead in her hand flashed red, and on the other side, the blazing black extreme fire on Chen Moxuan's right arm also disappeared in an instant.
The extreme fire dissipated, but the skin and flesh on the surface of His Highness King Qi's entire right arm had been charred, and the bones could be seen deep down.