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Again, he fainted. Ao Maojiu didn't dare to delay for a moment, it gathered a huge body, and slowly floated almost half of its shrinking body and leaned over. Convinced that Qiao Mengchen's life was safe, it could now nourish it with its own breath.

As a dragon clan, Ao Mao Jiu's body has two natural dragon breaths, one is the purple qi that can nourish spiritual creatures, and the other is the killing intent that shows his obedient and violent character.

As early as the beginning of entering the Yashan Realm, the team leader Qian Yigang felt this strong killing intent, and although Qiao Mengchen, who had not yet opened his mind, was ignorant, he also noticed the image of Xiao killing.

Undoubtedly, Longxi Pond is close to the Eastern Regions, and this killing intent has a very deterrent effect, always reminding the demons under the dark sky to be cautious in their words and deeds.

For a whole afternoon, Ao Maojiu honestly waited by his side. It is quite talented, and after years of cultivation, it naturally understands the principle of gradual progress. Therefore, it was patient, observing Qiao Mengchen's complexion and pulse, and constantly regulating the dragon breath to help him slowly recover his primordial spirit. Seeing Qiao Mengchen lying on the ground in an uncomfortable manner, Ao Maojiu's heart moved, and he laboriously imagined an "air bed", moved it, and then carefully put Qiao Mengchen on it.

Speaking of a bed, but Ao Maojiu's ability to "paint with intention" is really not very good, and the air bed doesn't look much stronger than the kennel. However, it's okay, under the care of the purple cotton ball, judging from his expression, Qiao Mengchen is not so painful - at least Ao Maojiu thinks so.

Before that, Ao Maojiu only wanted to kill or bury it, where did he have so much spare time to bother with his humble life.

It is easy to save the life and help the wounded, but it is the most labor-intensive to kill the gods. Ao Maojiu incarnated as a doctor for the first time, and the impatient doctor must do things with half the effort, even if there is no doctor watching him.

Another day was dark, and the loving Ao Maojiu was a little tired, but he still insisted on getting a few ice silkworms and some grass and trees rooted in the rocks.

Returning to Qiao Mengchen, who was immovable, Ao Maojiu was really sleepy, and even the Long Dan, who had been condensed for a long time, looked pale and godless. It tilted its head, followed by a soft snoring.

woke up in the breeze, and the familiar sound of birds chirping and beasts sounded in Ao Maojiu's ears again. The "air bed" was empty, and the smell of grilled fish wafted into the nose.

I didn't have time to think about it, the gluttonous insects had already aroused Ao Maojiu's appetite. Completely oblivious to its situation, it swam over to take the lead. Who knew that he jumped out half a meter, snapped, and even his head and body were slammed on the ground, like a stupid boy whose neck was trapped by a rope and was completely unconscious.

This fell so that its eyes were full of stars, and the dragon faces of the ancestors and ancestors seemed to be lost by it. Fortunately, Qiao Mengchen also didn't know how to do it, and he went into the water to touch the fish, scrape the scales to remove the dirt, and grilled the fish out of the fire out of the instinct of survival, ******** only put it on the fish that was almost ripe. Therefore, don't say that he didn't see Ao Maojiu's earth-shattering fall at all, even if he witnessed the whole process from beginning to end, it is estimated that he will not make too much evaluation when he recovers from a serious illness.

A white stone, which appeared where Ao Maojiu fell, was still stained with golden ...... Blood!

A dragon's tooth has dropped?!

The biggest sorrow of foodies is that they hate less when they eat; The greatest sorrow of a true dragon is to fall and break his teeth. Unfortunately, these two Ao Maojiu are all accounted for.

I can't believe my eyes, it's a noble dragon, how could it be reduced to such a state? Ao Maojiu's front paws were not good, and it was impossible to detect which tooth had fallen out, and there was no broken phase. So, it stuck out its tongue...... Thankfully, it's a posterior molar.

It was only then that Ao Maojiu realized the seriousness of the matter! It must have been too much of a drain when he was healing Qiao Mengchen, so much so that he hurt Dao Xing. Otherwise, how could it be so bad? I have fought countless times with the real cards of the upper realm and the old demon of the underworld, and I have spent thousands of years suffering here alone. Isn't it enough to spend a thousand years cultivating the dragon body and comprehending life?

Ao Maojiu has a great temperament, it does not believe in evil, nor does it exercise its senses, so it raises its one-horned head and rises into the air. This time it was a little better, and it took two or three meters into the air before landing. As soon as the demon dragon cow lost his temper, he scolded and wanted to test fly again, the second and third time...... In the end, he couldn't even lift his body off the ground, and he struggled there in vain like a drunk who couldn't afford it.

With so many movements, even if Qiao Mengchen is a stupid boy, he began to pay attention: "Senior...... What do you do? What's wrong with you...... Oops, your hairy ...... The hair is gray! ”

Qiao Mengchen was startled, Ao Maojiu in front of him had aged a lot, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were like the skin of an old woman, and the beard on his lips and the mane on the back of his neck were all white!

Ao Maojiu almost fell out again, it naturally didn't believe these words, so it didn't care about face and struggled to crawl towards the waterhole. On the surface of the mirror-like water, the face of an old dragon clock: the eyes of a deer antler, a hump-headed catfish, and a toad suddenly appeared on it.

Who could it be if it wasn't?

Ever heard of it? The Divine Dragon of the Supreme of All Souls will actually grow old and pass away...... Anyway, Ao Maojiu only knew that the old dragon would find a place on the other side of the cloud, and he would be old and not stiff, and eventually turn into a changing cloud, and he had never seen the dragon son and grandson wearing linen and filial piety. Could it be that it was actually the first Ao heir to die due to the exhaustion of his yang life and the need to choose a day?

A series of terrifying associations gradually drifted through Ao Maojiu's mind, and at the end, its long tail fin spasmed violently: Good boy, he almost caught the Tao he had guessed with his heart, could it be the realistic version of "Infernal Affairs"?

It seems to have a clear heart in its heart, and the whole dragon is not good—the most unpleasant past ignites its most complete anger, and it is because it has been deceived by the young people that it has triggered its self-imprisonment for thousands of years.

However, the present anger has no effect, and if it is provoked, the obedient child may turn around and flee. In its half-crippled state, the most it could do was to blow its beard and stare at it to express its dissatisfaction. Qiao Mengchen was also surprised, he didn't know why this was the case, and he didn't know that the other party had moved to kill.

In the face of Ao Maojiu's thousand-pound body, he couldn't help, so he could only hold the largest grilled fish in front of the demon dragon with his own hands. Ao Maojiu's eyelids were half lowered, calculating the shortest distance he could hit with a single hit.

Although the dragon's breath has disappeared, the diluted killing intent is still there, and you can't hide it if you want to; The closer you get, the more breathless you feel, like moving from flat land to a high-altitude mountain. Qiao Mengchen was not unaware, but he didn't have the mind of a demon dragon, and he never thought that death was so close to him.

Call...... Ao Maojiu suddenly burst out, raised his dragon claws and headed towards Qiao Mengchen's door. The spiritual power is gone, but the strength is still there, and the shiny claw toes are spread out, and you can see a pinch of white hair in the middle of the claw.

In the face of the sudden attack of the dragon claw, Qiao Mengchen didn't think about it, he only subconsciously shrank back, and the grilled fish in his hand was immediately thrown out and smashed into the head of the plotter.

It's just that from the beginning of entering the boundary of Yaoshan Mountain, until he returned to the bank of the waterhole, in just a few days, Qiao Mengchen went from life to death, and from death to life, his body surface meridians, blood and breath have already been reborn and reshaped his body, and he is no longer the same as before.

The red gold's Hong Haogang's qi, Ao Maojiu's nourishing dragon breath, and one lin and one dragon - the divine breath of the rarest divine beast in the world, in the shortest possible time, all converged on one person, and helped him step into the sacred path of qi control with the fastest speed and purest path. This, it can't but be said that Qiao Mengchen's **** luck is against the sky, and creation killed countless crazy men and women on this continent in seconds.

Returning to the Dragon Breath Pond, Mu Long Qi eats ice silkworms and practices turtle breath and opens the sea to practice Huanqi. The dragon qi immersion, the ice silkworm through the marrow, the turtle breath breaks through the realm, the qi sea passes through the secluded, and the ring qi creates the body, all of which are for him to clear the pure body that ordinary people cannot reach, the ethereal and malleable body and the extremely malleable qi and blood.

Now, he's basically stepping into it with one foot. The genius of the nether people who have been waiting for a thousand years has been looming in his body, his spirit, and his gestures.

As soon as the grilled fish was shot, Qiao Mengchen kicked his feet violently, and his body was already high in the air more than ten zhang away. He thought that he could jump, but he never expected that this jump would become a "fly", and fly so high that he was dizzy and didn't know what kind of bloody "photo" it would be if he fell.

Flying to the highest point, he waved his hands and grabbed them wildly, as if there was an invisible but reachable air rope in front of him.

But, as everyone knows, no.

Soon, very quickly, it fell back...... It was cold from head to toe, and helpless despair already haunted him. The snobbish wind seems to play a requiem, as if to appease his unfortunate fate since childhood; The tallest tree king hung his head and wept lowly, regretting the loss of a young talent rising into the sky on the mainland......

There was silence in the giant sinkhole, and even the most noisy clown covered his eyes, afraid to see the bloody disaster.

The most brilliant stars also have a curtain call. Qiao Mengchen closed his eyes, he wanted to meet the last moment of his life quietly. However, he immediately felt the wind passing through his body, all the pores on his skin were opened, and there were convective gases in and out of the bone seams, between the bone seams, between the periosteum and the blood vessels, and even in the densest bones, like a crowd shuttling in a farmer's market.

No matter how strong the air flow from the outside world is, the qi originating from the sea of qi can almost cancel it out. In this way, Qiao Mengchen is like a human body jet device, and there is always an upward air flow to support it. The flow of air is slightly less than the force of the fall, that is, he can change the speed of descent at will and be unscathed.

He landed steadily on the ground, one step away from Ao Maojiu, who wanted to reward him with a slap in the face. Now it's clear that the people who should have been taken into pictures are not very popular, and the demon dragon, who should have easily dodged the grilled fish, looks funny: there is nothing on his face, but a thin fish bone is stained on his long lips and beards.

The grilled fish that smashed it was still on the ground, and it had been shattered, indicating that Ao Maojiu, who had great powers, still failed to escape the attack of the dried fish in the end.

Ao Maojiu's smile was ugly, but at first glance, he knew that it was a smile from the heart, this smile came from the longing for his own future, the praise of Qiao Mengchen's unfazed mentality, the affirmation of Qiao Mengchen's huge energy, and the spurning of his own vain speculation about the other party's dark scheming.

Leaving the ground and returning to the ground, Qiao Mengchen was not panicked, nor did he scream, he was really a good seedling worthy of a great responsibility, with unlimited potential.

In the Fangcun world, the calm and pleasantness shown by the disciples in the face of the siege of various great gods, and the persistent detachment shown in the face of only half a life left but having to go to the risk to find the upgraded treasure - if Ao Maojiu could have the opportunity to understand this, maybe he would finally be relieved.