readx;? The demons were busy in an orderly manner, like a worker in a food processing plant processing pigs and then picking up a vat of hairy blood, though the huge and majestic dragon body could not be attached to the pigs. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo..

An extraordinarily majestic demon walked out of front of the dragon's eyes with a scythe-like tail, and this demon especially enjoyed the feeling of trampling the otherwise lofty creature under his feet.

He stomped his foot, and a rampant laugh erupted from his bull-like face, "Dragon? Haha, it's just a reptilian thing." ”

Someone laughed at him below: "If this dragon is still at its peak, you kid is not enough to stuff people's teeth." ”

The demon's face was a little unbearable, and he snorted and chirped: "Haven't you let Lao Tzu step on it?"

The man didn't say much more, and scolded with a smile: "Okay, don't make trouble, you can be lazy all day long, and delay the ancestor's resurrection plan, and you kid will feel better." ”

The demon's face turned pale, and he hurriedly jumped down and didn't dare to be lazy anymore, the weight of the ancestors in their hearts was too heavy.

The demon looked the Frost Dragon's slender neck up and down, trying to find a suitable place, and made a hole in his chin, but he didn't notice that the Frost Dragon's eyes suddenly widened, revealing a cold glow.

"Dragons will never be slaves!" Trump clearly sensed a dragon mind.

It was like a fire in winter, quickly burning his exhausted blood.

Definitely the same race!

He hadn't seen his fellow clan for decades, especially since he had lived almost every day for decades, so suddenly hearing this roar from his fellow clan made him feel like he had tears in his eyes.

But then came a strong sense of shame, originally he just wanted to die here quietly, but now in his most embarrassing and humiliating moment, he met his own clan, and that sense of shame suddenly made him feel like he wanted to get into the hole.

Dragons are never slaves!

A sentence was whipped like thunder, and he almost wanted to cry bitterly.

Trump wanted to shout out loud and angry -- the dragon will never be a slave! But his body seemed to be pressed against a mountain, and he couldn't move.

However, in his perception, beside him, in the swaying black shadows projected by candlelight, he felt a familiar aura.

"Cloud wurm!" he took three seconds to determine the race of his kind, and then he felt sincerely happy.

The Frost Dragon was actually a branch of the Wurm in the clouds, and the two were essentially of the same race, which was the reason for his rejoicing.

You must know that the four-colored dragon is not a monolith, because of the mutual attributes, the Purgatory Fire Dragon and the Ocean Dragon belong to the kind of opponents who will fight to the death as soon as they meet.

The temper of the mountain dragon is stinky and hard as a stone, and it has nothing to do with other dragons, it just belongs to the kind of dragon that I don't care about you, and you don't care about me, although it doesn't communicate with other dragons, but other dragon species don't bother to deal with this old stubbornness at all.

As for the cloud wurm, these dragon species that are high up all day long are the opposite of the mountain wurm, they belong to the kind of dragon that does not bother to communicate with other dragons at all, but instead they end up in the same way, like the mountain dragon, they live their own life, and do not mix with other dragon species.

Therefore, other dragon species actually have a lot of complaints about cloud wurms, mountain wurms that we are too lazy to take care of, you don't care about us, don't you look down on us?

As a result, the cloud wurm has become a thorn in the side of the other three-color dragons, although it is not to kill each other, but at least it is absolutely done when it encounters this kind of scene, and it is not about itself.

"I give you the strength, let's kill together!" The faint voice of the mosquito came into Trump's ears, but Trump didn't even lift his eyelids.

Of course, he didn't think that this was a demonic conspiracy, and the pure dragon breath couldn't be faked, but in despair, he got a life-saving straw, which was definitely to be firmly grasped and would not be allowed to slip away.

So he was very cautious now, and behaved exactly as usual, still lying there, letting the damned reptiles tear his wounds—pain, at least it had hurt before, but now it was numb.

Immediately after, he felt a majestic dragon yuan rise from under him, easily passing through his body and pouring into his limbs.

It was as if he had injected a clear sweet spring into a well that had dried up, although the amount was not large, but he instantly had a new force, through which he could gather those uncontrolled Long Yuan scattered all over his body, and then completely break through the sealing spell that the demon had placed on him.

The demon who was making a hole in his chin suddenly felt his feet sink, and when he looked closely, he found that the junction between the surface of his feet and the ground actually had a feeling of close connection, and he lifted his feet several times before lifting them away.

"What's going on?" he muttered to himself, only to realize that the wound he had just opened had healed before he knew it.

"Huh?" the demon wondered, for the frost dragon's ability to heal itself had been squeezed to an extremely bad level, and it was impossible for him to do that at this level.

The head man shook the cup in his hand, and suddenly his face changed, because he saw that the top of the jade cup, the crimson dragon blood, was actually covered with a thick layer of ice in an instant: "Why is it so cold all of a sudden?"

"Not good!"

He stood up suddenly, and immediately found that the walls, all around, and under his feet, layer after layer of frost were like ink dripping into water, rapidly rendering out, and the air instantly became cold, forming clumps of white mist with his breath.

Roar - a terrifying dragon roar exploded, and the cave seemed to be a gust of wind, and the raging ice and snow burst like a broken ring of ice, freezing all the creatures around it.

"Roar-" The dragon's groan, which had condensed endless hatred, sounded again, and the sound wave instantly shattered the demons that were busy on him, but were frozen, and the demons that had stepped on him before shattered into a pile of blood-red ice crystals, which were crushed by him under his feet.

However, this is far from the end, only to hear a dragon groan reverberate in the air, compared to Trump's vicissitudes and anger, this dragon groan is still a little immature, but the power is not inferior.

In the wind and snow in the cave, a snow-white, blue dragon flew, sending Senhan's breath to the earth, rivers of blood were frozen, and demons were smashed into ice crystals.

"Now, prepare for the dragon's wrath!" Trump let out a roar in dragon language, and the scarred triangular dragon head poked out, and the temperature in the air dropped again at a speed visible to the naked eye as the dragon whispered.

"Dragon...... Dragon Magic!" the demon leader was shocked. (To be continued.) )