The real dragon belongs to the category of Rui Beast, and like the snow spirit, it is a natural spirit pet. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info And Voldemort, which cannot be called a real dragon, is called a subdragon species, between the king beast and the rui beast, but even so, the horror of Voldemort is also famous.

Rui beasts are inherently rare, and true dragons are among the rui beasts, which are also top existences, and they are even rarer. Therefore, the wurm species like Voldemort Dragon are already extremely fierce combat power, and the number of wurm species is much more than that of the Rui Beast True Dragon, because the wurm species can reproduce on their own, and they are not born and raised by heaven and earth like the true dragon.

As for Voldemort's origin, Yang Yi didn't know, and he didn't plan to delve into it at this juncture. Voldemort's vitality was far beyond Yang Yi's imagination, and half of the big sword pierced Voldemort's heart, and the dragon blood that suddenly gushed out knocked Yang Yi out.

If it weren't for Yang Yi's slow reaction and his tight grip on the half-cut big sword that pierced Voldemort's heart, I'm afraid I wouldn't know where to rush Yang Yi this time.

But there is one thing that Yang Yi also has to care about, that is, the extraordinaryness of this dragon blood. The close relative of the Rui Beast, the pinnacle of the King Beast, and the dragon blood of Voldemort Dragon, it is a treasure that cannot be found. And Yang Yi's seriously injured body, after being drenched in this dragon's blood, felt a lava-like burn.

Yes, it is burning, it has been corroded by the digestive juices of Voldemort Dragon, and the body of white bones is faintly visible, under the erosion of dragon blood, even the white bones have begun to become loose, and the blisters on the body have risen one after another, and then burst one after another.

Yang Yi no longer felt the pain, since entering Voldemort's body, the pain has not stopped, if it weren't for holding his breath and stubbornly guarding the Lingtai Qingming, I'm afraid Yang Yi would have turned into a puddle of blood and water and became Voldemort's nutrition.

Looking at the blood that was constantly flowing from Voldemort's heart around his body, looking at the muscles that were twitching and squirming violently, Yang Yi frowned, at this time, he could find an opportunity to use the soul melting technique to make Voldemort completely die, that was Yang Yi's only chance to live.

Think about it, with the corrosiveness of the dragon's blood, the heart is broken, and Voldemort will die sooner or later, but Yang Yi will definitely be eroded by the dragon's blood to the point that there is no scum left, and he will die with Voldemort.

But now, the situation in Voldemort's body, it is really difficult to find a foothold that is not attacked. Within reach of the naked eye, Yang Yi turned his head and looked around, and then his gaze fell on Voldemort's heart.

At this time, although Voldemort's heart was beating extremely violently, it was also the only place in the heart that contracted regularly, and it would not twitch like the muscles outside the heart, and it might slap Yang Yi into a meatloaf at any time.

However, inside the heart, it must be the gathering place of the dragon's blood, rushing into the heart, it is equivalent to being completely immersed in the dragon's blood, can Yang Yi's body persist under the dragon's blood immersion until the completion of the soul melting technique?

With his brows furrowed, Yang Yi hesitated for a few breaths, but decided to take a risk, because when crossing the tribulation, the source spirit can absorb all the energy of the tribulation thunder, as long as the speed is fast enough, then the source spirit will definitely be able to resist the erosion of the dragon's blood, which is already the best way now.

The muscles of Voldemort's heart are very thick, compared to the muscles of the stomach wall, it is a big deal, and the place where Yang Yi pierced was just a thigh-thick blood vessel on the heart, and it did not really pierce the inside of the heart, otherwise, the amount of dragon blood gushing out would definitely be more than that.

Changing places, avoiding blood vessels, Yang Yi used his big sword to dig quickly little by little, just like when he broke the stomach wall, ready to dig a hole and hide in his heart.

Severe pain, even if there is no reason and consciousness, Voldemort's body is still irrepressibly twitching from the inside out, the muscles contract irregularly, and every time he can't dodge, Yang Yi has to be slapped hard by the force of muscle contraction.

In the process of breaking the hole in the heart, Yang Yi was slapped with three muscles, and almost none of the bones in his body were intact, and even the skull on his head had been broken, causing Yang Yi's head to look abnormally distorted, which was really unrecognizable.

However, it was that trace of obsession that made Yang Yi still insist, even though the strength of his hands was getting smaller and smaller, Yang Yi did not stop. The third elixir shattered, and Yang Yi finally dug a hole with this power, and along the gushing dragon blood, he went retrograde and entered the heart of Voldemort Dragon.

The terrifying corrosiveness, Yang Yi's scorched skin didn't take long to resist, and it all disappeared, and then Yang Yi's whole person turned blood red, and the muscles of his whole body were exposed, constantly turning into blood.

Without stopping, at this time, Yang Yi had no time to care about the unexpected things of the soul melting technique, although the unprecedented pain made Yang Yi's heartbeat involuntarily slow down a few beats, but Yang Yi was as if he didn't realize it, the moment he entered Voldemort's heart, he let his body drift around with the flow of blood, and his fingers turned out afterimages.

"Open!"

The silent shout, the door of the sky and the earth appeared, Yang Yi did not stop, just sealed.

What appeared in front of Yang Yi's eyes, the three light clusters that were slowly detaching from Voldemort's body, were exactly where the three souls were, and Voldemort, who had become a resentful beast, was tightly bound by a trace of gray chains between the three souls, which was the reason for becoming a resentful beast.

"The source of the source spirit, return to my Tianyuan!"

Under the immersion of dragon blood, although Yang Yi's mouth was moving, he couldn't make any sound, but the three light clusters were still pulled towards Yang Yi's divine consciousness sea by a powerful attraction, and they were irresistible at all, even if Voldemort Dragon was terrifyingly powerful, there was no room for resistance in the face of the Soul Melting Technique.

"As a furnace, the heavens are burning!"

When Yang Yi carried out the fourth mudra, there was only a thin layer of muscles left in Yang Yi's body, and even the internal organs of his abdomen had already flowed out of his body, and the bare white bones were already as soft as gluten, and his entire body was twisted into a strange shape under the impact of dragon blood.

"Melt, refine the soul, turn the essence into a god!"

didn't give up, even though his body couldn't see the appearance of a normal person, Yang Yi relied on the last trace of lucidity, and the last trace of strength, before losing consciousness, he completed the last handprint, and then, he didn't know anything.

The soul was smelted by Yang Yi, and Voldemort was completely quiet, no longer twitching, no longer wriggling, no longer struggling. Voldemort, who had survived as a resentful beast for so long, was finally liberated, but his soul was smelted, he lost the chance to be reincarnated, and disappeared completely.

I couldn't hear the movement in the distance, everything was calm, Wisteria moved, patted the ironclad king lion under him, and said, "Go, go back." ”

No one has any objections, maybe Yang Yi is dead, but if he can go back and collect the body of this alliance leader, these people who have been completely conquered by Yang Yi's actions will not choose to retreat.

More than fifty miles away, the ironclad king lion ran rapidly, but it was only half an hour. Seeing Voldemort again, the blood-red eyes had lost their brilliance, and on the behemoth body, black sand fell like a waterfall, revealing the defense of Voldemort's body, the solid plate armor, and the pieces were spliced together into Voldemort's personal defense.

Looking at the motionless Voldemort Dragon, Feng Bufan swallowed a mouthful of saliva and muttered, "Alliance leader, died with this beast?" ”

No one answered, and the group just looked at the body like Voldemort Dragon Mountain in silence.

"Disperse, even if it's a corpse, bring it back."

Wisteria gave the order without hesitation, rushed out first, and searched for Yang Yi's traces little by little around Voldemort's huge body.

Not long after, Xu You found Shenwei covered in black sand under Voldemort's head, and dragged Shenwei out, Xu You faintly felt sad, and it was enough for his subordinates to choose to die with their bodies, Yang Yi's righteousness, so that Xu You admired it from the bottom of his heart.

For an hour, he circled around Voldemort's behemoth corpse countless times, but he didn't find any trace of Yang Yi at all.

Back on the back of the Iron Lion, everyone was silent, and the wisteria was the same, with the same light shining in his eyes.

"What, didn't you leave anything behind?"

Hearing this, Xu You dragged Shenwei in front of everyone, and said in a heavy voice: "The one found in front of the head of Voldemort's dragon, the alliance leader, may have been swallowed by Voldemort's dragon." ”

"Yang Yi ......"

Opening his eyes slightly, even though he was angry, Gu Xianling opened his mouth and called out the name.

Liu Yuenan glanced at the beautiful face and sighed secretly, but she didn't know how to say this heart-wrenching news.

When everyone was in grief, Yang Yi's dilapidated body underwent earth-shaking changes.

In Voldemort's heart, dragon blood gathered and completely wrapped Yang Yi's body. After completing the last handprint, Voldemort's soul turned into a source spirit and flowed all over Yang Yi's body.

The heartbeat, which was getting weaker and weaker, was nourished by the source spirit, and it became more and more powerful, stronger and stronger, and more and more calm. And the dragon blood around Yang Yi's body began to transform at this time, making up for the missing muscles in Yang Yi's body little by little, so that Yang Yi's dry and dilapidated body regained its vitality.

It's just that there is no hair left on Yang Yi's body, and even if the source spirit converts the dragon's blood into the energy that Yang Yi needs to recover, it can't save Yang Yi's hair.

At this time, Yang Yi's entire body is equivalent to being recast with Voldemort's dragon blood, and he has completely gotten rid of the body of ordinary people.

When Yang Yi's skin was also reshaped, Yang Yi had basically recovered, and even the damage of the thunder had completely disappeared, however, the source spirit, which had been replenished by a huge amount of dragon blood, did not stop shaping Yang Yi's body.

After the reshaping of the physical body was completed, the power of the source spirit gathered into Yang Yi's lower dantian, and the three broken spirit pills, under the effect of the power of the source spirit, were completely recovered in just a dozen breaths, which was much larger than before.

Then there is Yang Yi's Divine Consciousness Sea, the source spirit, an energy that Yang Yi can't understand, makes the mysterious and unpredictable space of the Divine Consciousness Sea more stable, and not only that, but it also makes Yang Yi's Divine Consciousness grow unprecedentedly.

In the end, it was Yang Yizhong's dantian's Purple Mansion, the Purple Mansion that was just beginning, under the action of the source spirit energy, it was even stronger, and the source spirit came to the Purple Mansion in the end, but it also attracted the heavenly book in the sea of divine consciousness.

The Purple Mansion had expanded by a full two times, which was a benefit that ordinary Spirit Envoy Realm masters could not even dream of.

After three hours, Yang Yi gradually came to his senses, and the blood red in front of him made Yang Yi sure that he was not dead.

Feeling the changes in his body, Yang Yi's eyes lit up, even if he wanted to shout happily, but because of the encirclement of the dragon's blood, he couldn't make a sound, and Yang Yi realized that it was better to go out quickly.

"Miss Gu, Yang Yi ...... him"

Wisteria was a little hesitant, able to resist the fatal blow for Yang Yi, Gu Xianling's feelings for Yang Yi, everyone saw it, if the news of Yang Yi's death came out, I don't know how Gu Xianling would react.

Yang Yi ...... What's wrong......"

The pale face couldn't hide a trace of anxiety, Gu Xianling reluctantly moved her body, but she was still weak and couldn't sit up at all.

"Wow......"

Yin Li, who flew back a long time late, couldn't help crying when she heard Gu Xianling's inquiry, and got into Gu Qianling's arms at once, grabbing the corner of Gu Qianling's clothes and wiping the tears on her little face.

Yang Yi ...... Whining...... Yang Yi is dead...... Whining...... Slim ...... Yang Yi is dead......"

Yin Li's grief made Gu Xianling's heart ache for a while, and the whole person lay in a daze, as if she couldn't feel anything.

All the movement in Voldemort's body has stopped, which is good news for Yang Yi, using half a big sword to cut Voldemort's internal organs all the way, when Yang Yi saw the two rows of huge teeth, it was finally considered to be the exit.

The small body and terrifying power held up Voldemort's big mouth, and Yang Yi rushed out without hesitation.

Looking at the black sand that caught his eyes, looking at the white bones shattered all over the ground when Voldemort was raging, and for the rest of his life, Yang Yi couldn't help but raise his head to the sky and let out a roar.

"Ah......h

With a move in his expression, on the back of the Iron King Lion, everyone looked in the direction of Voldemort's corpse, and one by one's hearts beat violently, and without waiting for Wisteria to command, the Iron King Lion pulled his feet and ran wildly.