Chapter 860 The Rise of the Godhead Chapter 860 Xiao Huang
Minglong hissed sadly. It was exhausted to the extreme. It no longer had much strength. It had been depleted of all its cultivation. It had lived an extremely difficult life in the wasteland of sin for these thousands of years. There were even several times when it was almost seriously injured and was about to die.
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If it hadn't retained some of its physical power, if it hadn't been for the fact that it was a member of the Nether Dragon clan, carrying the will of its ancestors and the Yin Sheng Zhenjie Tribulation Lord, and leaving behind a back-up when sending it away, it would have died long ago.
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After all, the dragon tendons in its body that condensed the energy and blood throughout the body and gave it a powerful physical body have been extracted. Without the dragon tendons, it is as if it has changed from a dragon to a snake and has lost everything.
Now, it can only develop the realm of human cultivation, and even this is achieved only after the secret help of its tribe. For these thousand years, it has been struggling in pain, and it has fallen into despair due to unyielding.
The escapes again and again, the screams in the air when alone, filled his heart with madness and hatred. This madness was not directed at Yuxuan, and this hatred was not directed at the barbarians in the land of death, but... the true underworld emperor.
Realm, but... the ancestor of the Minglong clan where it belongs.
It obviously risked its life to bring Yuxuan back, but it ended up like this. It was obviously loyal to the Nether Dragon clan, but its dragon tendons were pulled out. It was obviously the most proud that it was the true world creature of the Nether Emperor, but it was...
The True Realm of the Underworld has abolished cultivation.
It hates!
But apart from hatred, it has nothing else, because its cultivation level is not enough, which is comparable to the realm of human cultivation. It is not even enough to protect itself in this wasteland of divine origin, and because it has no dragon tendons, its cultivation level will not be able to improve for thousands of years.
No progress, no matter how hard...
It can only fend for itself in this wasteland of divine origin, and in the years.
If it wasn't a dragon, it might be better off, or it could still change, and it wouldn't end up like this. But it couldn't change its body, and it looked like a miserable ghost dragon, in this wasteland of the gods.
For many people, it can be said that one's whole body is a treasure.
Its meat can nourish the body after being eaten. Its scales can be condensed into armor and even be refined into magic weapons. Its blood can be compared to spiritual stones after drying. Its internal organs are the best for monks.
Great supplement.
All the bones in its body are even more precious and can be turned into a set of extremely powerful magic weapons.
Especially its brain allows people to gain insights into the underworld.
Even its soul has its uses. It can be refined by a strong person and sealed in a magic weapon to become a weapon spirit.
Such a dark dragon, with no ability to protect itself, could still be alive a thousand years ago, which is already a miracle in itself.
In the past thousand years, Minglong has thought about death many times. From the beginning, it was fearful and despairing. It gradually became numb, and even in the end, death and life were no longer important to it. Rather than living in such pain, it would be better to die.
Come relief.
However, it always remembers that the tribesman who helped it before being sent out said something to itself quickly. In the abyss star sea behind the Black Ink Star, there are countless alien races, but... there is also a creation that turns decay into magic.
.If we say that the only place in this wasteland of the Divine Origin where he can fully recover his cultivation is...the Divine Origin Star Sea!
Therefore, for these thousands of years, it has been flying continuously, just to go to the Black Ink Star and the Divine Source Star Sea.
However, all this has now become a phantom.
But there is still unwillingness deep in its heart. This unwillingness is an obsession that cannot be taken away even if the years pass. It hates the True World of the Underworld Emperor, it wants to take revenge on the True World of the Underworld Emperor, and it wants to return to the Underworld Dragon.
A clan, to defeat the Dark Dragon Ancestor.
It also wants to... take another look at its little master and hear her call his name.
But now it knows that this is impossible. Let alone whether it can leave this wasteland of divine sources, it can no longer escape from the pursuit of cultivators behind it at this moment.
The roaring sound from behind kept coming, and the strange screams and murderous intent locked it tightly. Its speed was not fast, and the people behind it were stepping on moths, and I... couldn't escape.
Its consciousness gradually became blurry, and it could no longer tell where the severe pain in its body came from. It seemed that pain was everywhere in its body, and blood filled the air. The strange screams of the monks behind it became a reminder, especially the bursts of pain.
The echo of the bells brings death.
He still remembered that it was three days ago when he passed by a meteorite floating in the starry sky. He just took a short rest without showing any malice, but he did not expect that this land of meteorites was actually the cave of a group of monks. When these monks stepped on
When the moth appeared, Minglong still tried to please him humiliatingly and begged to leave.
But in exchange for the three consecutive days of pursuit, it could be seen from the desire and fierceness in their eyes that they...recognized that they were a dark dragon, and that they...were going to eat them alive.
Among these monks, there are four Lords of the Realm, and even one has reached the middle stage of the Realm. This is a height that even Minglong himself has not reached when he is at his peak. Even if he is in the Land of Death,
, it is only in the early stage of the realm that it is perfect, and with its dark dragon body, it can barely fight with the middle stage of the realm, but it cannot win.
But the strong man in the middle stage of the realm did not pursue him personally, but the other three cultivators in the early stage of the realm, leading nearly a hundred cultivators, pursued him for three days.
In fact, Minglong felt that there was no need for those nearly a hundred people at all. Anyone in the early stage of the three realms could kill him instantly, and even...most of the nearly one hundred people could do this.
But...they didn't do that. Instead, they just chased and killed them as if they were deliberately teasing them, forcing themselves to escape continuously and consume their physical strength. Until now, it had run out of fuel and was just instinctively moving forward to escape, losing its strength.
All resistance.
The strange screams in his ears seemed to be mocking, and the sound of the bells sounded like illusion, making Minglong's consciousness even more blurred.
Wherever it passed, blood spilled into the starry sky. Its eyes were blurry and could be closed at any time. The whistling sound behind it was approaching. Whenever it spilled blood, some of the nearly a hundred monks would immediately fly out and use the jade in their hands.
Bottle collection.
"Master Yuluo, the will of this dark dragon is about to dissipate. This hunting is very interesting." There was laughter from the nearly a hundred monks behind the dark dragon. It was a young man who had just collected the blood and pointed his wrist in front of the monk.
The woman with the bell smiled and spoke.
"This kind of underworld dragon is very rare in the underworld emperor's true world. It is difficult to see anyone leaving, let alone in this wasteland of the gods. It can be seen that it must have provoked the powerful people in the underworld emperor's true world, so it was sent here.
Come."
"That's right, its cultivation level is only comparable to human cultivation. In the past three days, we have seen that its dragon tendons have been removed, making it like waste."
"Haha, what kind of ghost dragon is this? It's just a big snake. Master Yuluo is still clever. Let the little snake escape continuously to let its blood circulate. Every drop of it will be better than extracting it from life. Even
Using this kind of pursuit to force its will to dissipate will make it easier for adults to control it and refine it into a flying magic weapon. It will be much easier for us to go out in the future."
Laughter echoed, and the nearly a hundred monks saw that the speed of the dark dragon in front of them had slowed down, knowing that this dragon had reached its limit.
The woman in front of the crowd had a proud look on her face. She swung the bell on her wrist and looked at the monks around her with flashing eyes. She was the one who discovered the dragon, and it was she who came up with this plan of teasing and chasing. It seemed to be very effective at the moment.
"Chasing another stick of incense will dissipate the ghost dragon's soul. At that time, we will use secret techniques to condense its soul into the body. This will make the search much easier." The woman's eyes showed excitement. She didn't care about dragon blood and dragon blood.
Magical weapon, what she cares about is the memory of this dark dragon. She has been in this wasteland of divine origin since she was born, and she yearns for the four true worlds. However, the people around her are the same as him, and they have never left the wasteland of divine origin.
Earth, but in her opinion, this dark dragon should have been sent here, so the memory in its soul must contain scenes from the outside world.
This is what she is curious about.
"Young Master, we can't play anymore. The front is the territory of old monster Xuanyi. The ancestor once said that we are not allowed to go to other people's territory." While the woman was getting excited, two middle-aged men followed her silently.
, one of them spoke calmly.
The cultivation of these two people is at the early stage of the realm, just like the woman, but they feel as if they have experienced a near-death battle, and there is a trace of evil spirit permeating the air.
Although she was unwilling, the woman hesitated for a moment and nodded helplessly. With a flick of her wrist, the sound of the bell immediately sounded loudly. The nearly a hundred monks behind her suddenly increased their speed one by one, directly surpassing the Dark Dragon and surrounding it.
"The hunting is over, kill this dragon, but keep the soul for me!" the woman said coldly, with excitement and cruelty in her eyes.
There was a sound of promise from all around, and nearly a hundred monks showed greed in their eyes. In their eyes, the dark dragon had turned into a pile of materials for them to devour and for them to cultivate their realm. At this moment, they dispersed in a rush.
The will of Minglong was completely blurred. It knew that it was going to die. Although it was unwilling to do so,... so what could it do.
Smiling miserably, it closed its eyes, but the moment it closed its eyes, a soft voice immediately echoed in its soul.
"Xiao Huang..."
The moment this voice entered its soul, Minglong's body shook violently. The vibration was so strong that even its soul vibrated with it, and its will suddenly stopped in its confusion.
Like countless thunders roaring in its mind, the two words Xiao Huang are the most precious existence deep in its memory. There is only one person in the world who calls it that, and that is a girl named Yuxuan, a little girl named Xiao Huang.
Owner.
It had not heard these two words for more than a thousand years. These two words seemed to awaken its memory, making the dark dragon tremble and shed tears in its eyes.
But it knew that the person calling its name at this moment was not the little master, but another... voice it was familiar with.
"Xiao Huang..."
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