Chapter 860 Xiao Huang

The underworld dragon hissed sadly. It has been exhausted to the extreme and has not much strength. It has been abandoned all its cultivation. In the past thousand years, it has lived extremely hard in the land of sin, and even several times it is almost seriously injured and will die.

If it hadn't been for its physical power, if it hadn't been for the clan of its Pluto clan, who had left a backhand when distributing it against the will of the ancestor and the yin holy real world, it would have died.

After all, in its body, it condenses the whole body's qi and blood, so that it has a strong physical strength. The dragon tendon has been pulled out. Without the dragon tendon, it seems to have changed from a dragon to a snake and lost everything.

Now it can only exert the realm of cultivation, even after the secret help of its people. In the past thousand years, it has struggled in pain, and it has fallen into despair from unyielding.

The escape again and again, the sad roar of the sky when he is alone again and again, makes his heart full of madness and hatred. This madness is not aimed at Yuxuan, and this hatred is not aimed at the barbarians in the place of death, but... the true world of the underworld, but... the ancestor of the Pluto clan where

It obviously risked its life to return with Yuxuan, but it came to such an end. It was obviously loyal to the Pluto clan, but it was pulled out of the dragon tendons. It was obviously the most proud of being the life of the underworld, but it was abolished by the underworld.

It hates!

Except for hatred, it has nothing else, because its cultivation is not enough, comparable to the realm of human cultivation. In this divine wasteland, it is not enough to protect itself. What's more, because there is no dragon tendon, its cultivation has no progress for thousands of years, no matter how hard it is.

It can only be abandoned in this divine source, in the years. Self-life and self-destruction.

If it is not a dragon body, it may be better, or it can change, and it will not end like this. It can't change its body, showing the awkward appearance of the underworld dragon. In this sacred wasteland, it can be said to be a treasure for many people.

Its meat can nourish the body after eating. Its scales can be condensed into cultivation, become armor and even sacrificed into magic weapons. After its blood is dried, it can be comparable to a spiritual stone. Its internal organs are the best tonic for monks.

Its whole body bones are more precious and can be turned into a set of powerful magic weapons.

Especially its brain. It can make people understand and get the art of the underworld.

Even its soul is useful. It is refined by the strong and can be sealed in the magic weapon to become an artifact.

It is a miracle that such a Pluto, such a dragon without the power to protect itself, can still live in the previous thousand years.

In the millennium, Pluto has thought about death many times, from the beginning of fear and despair. Gradually numb, and even in the end, death and life are no longer important to it, rather than living in such pain. On the contrary, it is not as good as the relief of death.

However, it always remembers that the people who helped him before the distribution once quickly said to himself that there are countless alien races in the abyss sea behind the black ink star, but there is also... a magical creation that turns decay into magic. If the only place where this Shenyuan wasteland can restore its cultivation is... Shenyuan Xinghai!

So, for thousands of years, it has been flying to go to the Black Ink Star and the Shenyuan Star Sea.

However, all this has now become a virtual shadow.

But there is still unwillingness in its heart. This unwillingness means that even the years have passed and can't take it away. It hates the true world of the underworld. It wants to revenge on the true world of the underworld. It wants to return to the underworld dragon family to defeat the ancestor of the underworld.

He also wanted to... take another look at his little master and listen to her call his name.

But now it knows that this is impossible. Not to mention whether it can leave this abandoned land, it is just the pursuit of the cultivation behind it at this moment, and it can't escape this disaster.

The roar behind him kept coming. The strange screams and murders locked it to death. Its speed was not fast. The people behind him stepped on the moth, and he... couldn't escape.

Its consciousness gradually became blurred, and the severe pain in its body could not tell where it came from, as if the whole body was painful everywhere, the blood was permeated, and the strange cry of the monk behind its ear became a reminder, especially the echo of the bells, such as bringing death.

It still remembers that it was three days ago that it passed a meteorite floating in the starry sky. It just took a short rest without showing any malice, but it did not expect that the meteorite land was the cave of a group of monks. When these monks appeared on the moth, the underworld also tried to please in humiliating

In exchange, it was the pursuit for three consecutive days. It can be seen from their longing and fierce light that they... recognized themselves as a dragon, and they... were going to swallow themselves alive.

Among these monks, there are four masters of the realm, and even one of them has reached the middle of the realm of the realm. This is the height that even the underworld dragon itself has not reached at its peak. Even if he is in the place of death, he is only perfect in the early stage of the realm. With his underworld body, he can Can't win.

But the strong man in the middle of the world did not pursue himself, but the other three early practitioners of the world, with nearly a hundred monks, chased himself for three days.

In fact, in the underworld, I feel that there is no need for nearly 100 people at all. At the beginning of the three realms, any one of them can kill themselves in an instant, and even... more than half of the nearly 100 people can do this.

But... They are not like this. On the contrary, they are deliberately teasing, just chasing and killing, forcing themselves to keep escaping and consuming their physical strength. Until now, it has run out of oil, but instinctively escapes and loses all resistance.

The strange cry in his ear seemed to be laughing, and the sound of bells was like illusory, making Pluto's consciousness more and more blurred.

Where it passed, blood spilled into the starry sky, its eyes were blurred, and it could be closed at any time. The roar behind it was approaching, but all the blood it spilled, some of the nearly a hundred monks immediately flew out quickly and collected it with the jade bottle in their hands.

"Lord Yuluo, the will of this dragon is about to dissipate. This hunting is very interesting." Nearly a hundred monks behind Pluto came laughter. It was a young man who had just collected blood and opened his mouth with a smile to the woman with bells on his wrist in front of the monk.

"This kind of underworld dragon is very precious in the true world of Pluto. It is easy to see people who go out, not to mention in this divine wasteland, it can be seen that it must have provoked the powerful people in the true world of the underworld, so it was sent here."

"Yes, its cultivation is only comparable to human cultivation, and in the past three days we have seen that its tendons have been pulled out, which is equivalent to waste."

"Haha, what kind of dragon is this? It's just a big snake. It's Lord Yuluo's smart. If the little snake keeps escaping, it can let its blood run. Every drop is better than raw extraction. It even forces it to dissipate its will with this kind of pursuit, which is more convenient for adults to It's much more convenient for us to go out in the future.

Laughter echoed, and nearly a hundred monks saw that the speed of the dragon in front of him had slowed down, knowing that the dragon had reached its limit.

The woman in front of everyone looked proud, the bell on her wrist shook, and her eyes flashed at the monks around her. She found the dragon, and she also proposed the plan of teasing and killing. At this moment, it seemed to be very effective.

"Chasing another incense, the soul of this underworld dragon should also be dispersed. At that time, let its soul condense in the body with secret art, so that it will be much more convenient to search." The woman's eyes showed excitement. She didn't care about dragon blood and magic weapons. What she cared about was the memory of the underworld dragon. She was born in this divine wasteland, and she yearned for the four true worlds very much, but the people around her were the same as him. They had never left the divine source wasteland, but in her In this way, the memory in his soul must contain the picture of the outside world.

That's what she's curious about.

"Young master, you can't play anymore. In front of you is the territory of the mysterious old monster. The ancestor once said that we are not allowed to go to other people's territory." While the woman was excited, there were two middle-aged men who followed her silently, one of whom spoke faintly.

Both of them are in the early stage of the world, the same as the woman, but in the feeling, it seems that they have experienced the battle of nine deaths, which is full of evil spirit.

Although unwilling, the woman hesitated for a moment and nodded helplessly. When her wrist shook, the sound of the bell immediately made a loud voice. Nearly a hundred monks behind her suddenly soared one by one, directly surpassing the underworld dragon and surrounded it.

"The hunting is over, kill this dragon, but keep the soul for me!" The woman spoke indifferently, with excitement and cruelty in her eyes.

There was a burst of Nuoyin around, and nearly a hundred monks showed greed one by one. In their eyes, the Pluto had turned into a pile of materials that could be swallowed and made them into a realm of cultivation. At this moment, they dispersed.

Pluto's will is completely blurred. It knows that it is going to die. Although it is unwilling, but... what can it do?

In the tragic laughter, it closed its eyes, but at the moment when its eyes closed, a soft voice immediately echoed in its soul.

"Xiao Huang..."

At the moment when the sound came into his soul, Pluto's body shook violently. The vibration was extremely strong, and even its soul shook with it, and its will suddenly stopped in this laxity.

Just like countless thunder roaring in its mind, the word Xiaohuang is the most precious existence in the depths of its memory. There is only one person in the world who calls it that way. It is a girl named Yuxuan and a little master of its dragon.

The word

has not been heard for more than a thousand years. These two words are like awakening its memory, which made Pluto shed tears in its eyes in this trembling.

But it knows that the person who calls his name at this moment is not the little master, but another... the voice it is familiar with.

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