Chapter 130 Soul Ding Liuying

The soaring purple flame circulated on the surface of the ugly dragon's body, and the purple fire was separated from the ugly dragon floating in the air. The soul thought swept 30 miles with itself as the center, and swept inside and outside three times, but still got nothing.

That thing is of great importance and should not be careless at all. Once a third insider is left, it will be endless trouble to disappear and be revealed. Therefore, the ugly dragon will be particularly careful. It is intentional to leave the "mud carving" in case. As long as it encounters the hidden purple fire of the "clay carving" ugly dragon, it will be launched to assimilate the toucher and the "clay carving" into ashes.

"Friend, I won't be angry if I don't come out again." ... "Don't force me to take action..." The ugly dragon frowned gently, and the ashes were obviously only one person, so the ugly dragon believed that there was still someone here. In such a short time, it was impossible for anyone to escape his soul search.

After a little thought, the ugly dragon said to the starry sky that was about to arrive in the early morning: "It seems that I thought too much." Immediately, the figure of the ugly dragon slowly faded away.

Dilun glanced at the black light covering his body and estimated that there would be 30 minutes for the dark prison to dissipate, so he gritted his teeth and made up his mind not to go out.

Twenty minutes later, the figure of the ugly dragon appeared in place, pinching its white beard and thinking: Am I really over-minded? Maybe it's just an insect or something that happens to happen, and there has never been no one.

Squinted and stared at the white fish belly in the sky. The ugly dragon was secretly happy. The early morning had passed. Today is the third day. The emerging power made the ugly dragon spray purple flames outside its body again. Within three feet, there was almost a world of purple fire. Open your soul again, fifty miles... five hundred miles... five thousand miles... Finally, the divine thoughts enveloped half of the stormy continent.

"Damn it, come back." On a huge volcano, there was a shout of dissatisfaction. Just like his hot personality, he was covered with the muscles of his clothes, and he felt a strong soul and immediately stopped his hand. Next to him stood a man in red with a hurry face, staring at the almost scrapped sword in his hand with a painful expression. He wanted to cry without tears.

The materials collected painstakingly begged the man for a full month and took the opportunity to be invited by a member of the family. In this way, it was gone. It was painful and heartbreaking.

On the holy mountain, above the temple, the pope sitting in the center of the prayer temple suddenly opened his eyes and shot brightly. Then he closed his eyes and returned to silence, as if nothing had happened.

Several deep places in the Fengyan mainland were also shocked at the same time, and the ugly dragon was shocked.

"Dragon Tuyan!"

The cold light flashed in his eyes, the purple flame rolled, and the purple fire spread wildly around. The sea of fire was endless, with the ugly dragon as the center. In front of the wall of Hongye Town, Fangyuan was ruthlessly swallowed up by the purple fire. Trees withered, birds and beasts are easy to age, life fades and is destroyed, hundreds of miles of birds are gone, animals are extinct, flowers and trees are rotten. This is the ultimate soul fire, the black purple soul fire that burns life.

"chi chi~" The purple fire is like hitting the huge waves on the reef, like a beast testing something with its claws. The ugly dragon is hesitating. The red leaf town is big and small, and the old, weak women and children have a total of 6650 lives in the thought of the ugly dragon.

Kill or not? After a little thought, the ugly dragon has a decision. Those who achieve great things are not limited. During the famine period, the god-level figures killed 10,000 or 100,000, and tens of millions of people will not frown.

There are ants under the saints.

The cruel ugly dragon's beard flew, and the purple fire around it rotated, forming a 'tough tornado' composed of flames, and the ugly dragon's figure also disappeared in it.

The heavy purple fire spread throughout Hongye Town in an instant. The soul fire burning life was supported by a continuous stream of life. There was no need for the ugly dragon to replenish energy. Hongye Town was silent in the blink of an eye. There was no crying, no howling, and no resistance. The beauty was easy to grow old, and the life was over in an instant. It has become, and life has dried up and turned into ashes.

"At the end of the world!"

The figure of the ugly dragon slowly disappeared in a whisper, and then appeared in front of Cao Hanshen and said, "I brought the treasure. You, get up and open him!"

"What? Treasure? What?" Cao Han was immediately woken up, and the ugly dragon appeared silently in his bedroom, almost scaring his courage.

"You are too alert. If I come to kill you, you will have died 10,000 times." The ugly dragon frowned, and the apprentice Cao Hanshen's vigilance is too low!

He staggered to uncover the quilt, stretched out his waist, turned his head, looked at the ugly dragon sleepily, and said, "With the boundary laid by you by the master, who can come in?"

Cao Hanshen didn't say half a sentence, 'If someone can come in, then I don't have to escape. Master, can you deal with the people you can't handle?' I guess he must have been beaten all over his head.

The ugly dragon was speechless in an instant.

"Bang!" He threw the burden on the ground fiercely, and the figure of the ugly dragon slowly faded away and finally disappeared.

"What~", he muttered dissatisfiedly, and the grass cold picked up the burden helplessly.

This, isn't this the silver box last time! When did the master get it back? By the way, it was just now. I said why didn't the master go to get it back for me, hahaha! Cao Han smiled so deeply that he couldn't see his mouth, and he lost it, and everyone replied the same.

tilting his head, Cao Han thought deeply and said to the empty bedroom, "Master, how did you get it back? Is it going well?"

"It didn't go well. There was a little mistake in the middle, but I think it should have been done. After all, I used two big moves. No one can survive in that situation, and no one can be left."

The more Cao Hanshen listened, the more surprised he became. Unexpectedly, someone could make the ugly dragon make two moves in a row. Cao Hanshen only vaguely knew that the ugly dragon was very strong. Maybe he also had the strength of a quasi-saint, right? But there is actually someone here who can make him like him so much. It must be unusual to take people.

"Who let the master treat you so specially!" Cao Han asked, flatteringly, thinking about defeating such a strong man, and the master must be happy.

"I think you made a mistake, not one person, but 6,650 people, but they were all destroyed by me." The faint voice of the ugly dragon floated in, but the grass was cold but cold to the bone, and 6,656 lives were lost.

"bang"

Cao Han's face turned blue, and he threw the box heavily to the ground. Then he pulled up the quilt and hid his head in the quilt. He didn't say anything. The master was too cruel. Although Cao Han knew that the ugly dragon was for himself, Cao Hanzhen could not forgive himself.

"You will take this step sooner or later." The ugly dragon sighed leisurely and shook his head. This apprentice is good at everything, that is, fickleness and benevolence.

The most precious picture! How many people can't ask for it. In order to turn into ashes, it will die forever, but the grass is cold and deep, but it can't be forced, and the ugly dragon has to let it go. I believe he will understand. The ugly dragon knows that sooner or later, so he said that he would not have wanted to explain it to anyone without the nature of the ugly dragon.

A person hid in the quilt and sulked, thinking left and right, and turned around. Cao Han had been thinking about what he was cultivating for, immortals and gods, or whether he was too far away from him. Whether he embarked on the road of cultivation, all mortals were grass mustard and ants in his eyes.

The heart demons are full of demons, and the grass cold depth does not know that his heart demons have appeared silently in the deep mind of the grass cold.

At the thought of the innocent who died for himself, Cao Han will be heartbroken. He doubts his right and wrong, and his eyes are confused about his own bits and pieces. The earth is domineering, standing at the top of himself, to ridicule and abuse, waste wood in the waste, and the poor bug that no one cares about.

Yiren's clever smile was beautiful, his father's serious face, and his mother's kind and soft eyes flashed one by one.

Yes, I have to go home. My father and mother are still waiting for me. She...

The crumbled eyes and shattered soul of the grass cold depth recovered in an instant, and the heart retreated.

The ugly dragon sighed leisurely in the thatched hut: "It's a pity that you still can't break it. You don't understand."

Sooner or later, the cultivation maintained by family affection will collapse in the imperratic heart barrier. This time, the heart demon is born because of your compassion, and family affection can be broken, but next time, how will you break the heart demon born from family affection? The ugly dragon looked worriedly at the newborn sun and sprinkled golden light on the earth.

Cao Han, who had figured it out, suddenly came together, picked up the box on the ground, pressed it, and slowly opened the box with tension.

The seal above has long been cleaned up by the ugly dragon.

Cao Han deeply vaguely remembered what the ugly dragon said about hiding pictures and treasures, but after Cao Han deeply opened the box, there was no golden light in it, Miaoyin Mi Mi Mi, the brilliant gem magic weapon or something.

An ancient book with a tattered and almost rotting animal skin and a black tripod.

What kind of book came from? Cao Han deeply patted the dust that did not exist, and the two big words on it jumped on the skin, "Chen Ling".

uses the ancient elf language on the Fengyan continent. Cao Han knows a little about it, because he has an elf aunt who loves him very much, but she has never come out since she returned to the clan nine years ago.

Opening the contents, Cao Hanshen was dumbfounded on the spot. He only understood one or two of the words in it, and he couldn't read them at all. No matter how amazing he was at the age of 1, he could not remember so much, and after nine years, he had no choice but to throw the ancient book back into the box. Cao Hanshen took out the baby's fist-sized small tripod inside. Take a closer look.

"meet! It's quite old, huh? Liu Ying.

staring closely at the two oracle bones under the small tripod, Cao Han was stunned on the spot. This is something on the earth, and Cao Han deep cried wildly in his heart.

The ugly dragon's face slowly climbed into grief and sighed leisurely, "Fate is finally about to begin."

Cao Hanshen's every move was under the supervision of the ugly dragon. When Cao Hanshen picked up the soul tripod, the ugly dragon's heart, which had been silent for more than 3,000 years, finally trembled.

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The moment the ugly dragon left, the purple fire tornado sucked all the purple fire around it like crazy, and even the purple fire in Hongye Town did not let go. A tornado formed and crawled towards Hongye Town.

Where all the purple fire tornadoes crawled, everything was sucked into the purple fire tornado and extinguished one by one.

The purple fire tornado ravaged for a minute, leaving a strange snake-shaped pit.

"Is this Hongye Town?" Dilun rubbed his eyes hard. He couldn't believe what he saw in front of him.

A minute ago, Dilun's dark prison had been destroyed and had to be 'unearthed', because the purple fire tornado left by the ugly dragon was too strong to spread to the underground, causing the dark prison to be destroyed in advance. Fortunately, the ugly dragon did not stay for a long time, or he would find that Dilun, the real The three.