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Looking forward to the day you grow! As he spoke, the old man's voice gradually drifted away in the ears of the silver dragon.

The silver dragon stared at the huge city in the distance in a daze.

After a while, Fang woke up and turned away from the cliff with a determined gaze.

Not long after the silver dragon left the cliff, an old figure slowly appeared in the void, it was an old man in a bright white robe.

He stared at the departing back of the silver dragon in the distance, and his eyes were full of remembrance.

Slowly, the old man's figure and face began to change, and he gradually rejuvenated, slowly changing from an old man in a sixtieth birthday to a handsome young man.

This young man was about twenty-five or sixteen years old, and his facial features were very delicate.

His face was exactly the same as that of a silver dragon, as if carved out of a mold.

It's just that this young man with the same face as Yinlong is more mature, and there is a little melancholy between his eyebrows.

At the same time, what is even more terrifying is the momentum of this young man.

On the surface of his body, blood-colored flames, black fog, green storms, silver lightning, dark blue thunderstorms, pure blue water mist, golden glow, cyan vines, yellow sand, and white brilliance flashed alternately, lingering.

It seems that in heaven and earth, the energy of all attributes is centered on him, he is the master of this world, he can control all the forces of this world, and he is as powerful as a god!

Looking at the back of the silver dragon, gradually disappearing from his sight, the corner of the handsome young man's mouth lifted a smile of remembrance and encouragement.

"Me in the past, you have to come on! In order to return to your parents, you must not give up easily, even if there are difficulties and dangers ahead, you must move forward bravely! A murmur lingered in the air, lingering in the youth's ear.

Immediately, his gaze suddenly became firm, he looked up at the sky, and all the momentum on his body suddenly exploded.

Flames, black mist, storms, lightning, thunderstorms, waterfalls, golden light, vines, dust, and white light all burst into the void.

Space, under the impact of these ten vast starry sky-like forces, began to spiral and twist, forming a huge vortex.

It was a large whirlpool hundreds of meters in diameter, and in the whirlpool, rolling clouds were rolling endlessly, and lightning crackled and exploded.

Thunderstorms roared, black fog shrouded, flames raged, and at a glance it was a dangerous place to die.

But the young man let out a long roar, and his body turned into a white light, and instantly disappeared into the huge spatial vortex.

Then, the spatial vortex slowly closed, as if it had never appeared before.

Walking in the vast green forest, surrounded by giant trees with knotted roots, dense crown leaves, tearing the blood-colored sunlight in the sky into mottled fragments, sprinkled all over the ground, the slightest trace of cold, like a cold mist around the heart of the silver dragon.

In the dense forest, it was cold and cold, and the air was full of unpleasant smell of death and blood, panic and uneasiness were like ghosts gradually crawling out of the grave, which made the silver dragon can't help but shiver all over his body.

The footsteps slowly moved forward, his eyes were full of panic and vigilance, he looked around, lowered his body slightly and picked up a long wooden stick about the thickness of his arm, and the silver dragon felt a little confident in his heart.

"Wow!" "Wow!" Just about half an hour after the silver dragon walked, a gust of wind blowing and falling leaves slowly reverberated and echoed in the ears of the silver dragon from afar.

In the silence of the forest, the silver dragon's nerves had been tense, though the sound was faint and almost inaudible. However, it was still captured in his ears, like a firecracker that suddenly exploded in his ears.

Instinctively, he turned around and faced the direction from which the strange sound was coming from, holding the deadwood stick with both hands, and posing in a 'Japanese-style slash' battle mode. And this is just the three-legged cat he learned from Japanese animation before his death, as for why he doesn't use 'Chinese style', the reason is that Chinese martial arts are broad and profound, and a rookie like him just needs to know how to cut people.

His throat swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva, and his Adam's apple moved up and down uneasily.

The dark eyes, like a hunting cat, stared in the direction from which the strange noise came.

"Wow!" "Wow!"

Time is like sand at the fingertips, passing bit by bit, and the strange sound is like a dense drumbeat, from far to near. And there was a sudden rise of a tyrannical aura in the air, which was so dull and oppressive that the silver dragon felt a sense of suffocation, and even his heartbeat was violently restless because of that breath at nearly twice the speed of usual.

Dangerous!

The sixth sense intuitively told the silver dragon that the approaching sound would be the first danger he faced when he came to this world.

Under the consciousness of self-protection, the brain directly transmits the command of the silver dragon to go to the best policy.

But for some reason, he couldn't move, but stood still, his legs trembling and weak, as if he had been instantly drained of his strength by the distant wind whistle.

"Whew!" A wind sounded.

A huge black shadow flew through the sky from the top of the silver dragon's head, rolling up a gust of wind, almost blowing the silver dragon down.

"Bang!" The dull sound of landing sounded behind the silver dragon, his face stiffened, his pupils shrank, and he turned around like an electric shock.

The deadwood stick pointed at the huge black shadow on the other side.

The giant scarlet eyes, full of mania and tyranny, resembled two huge red lanterns, with covetousness and greed, staring at themselves as if they were staring at a delicious meal.

The scarlet eyes that suddenly appeared in his eyes made Yinlong's whole body tremble, and the palm holding the dead wooden stick unconsciously oozed a trace of cold sweat, and the hairs on his back stood on end.

What kind of eyes are that?! Let's eat people!

In short, the silver dragon had never seen such a terrifying look, and compared with the lions and tigers he saw in front of him, the latter was undoubtedly much more tame and lovely.

With the help of the dappled light and shadow of the blood-colored sunlight shining in the jungle on the heavenly dome, the silver dragon finally saw the true face of the huge scarlet eyes hidden in the darkness.

It was a wolf, a giant wolf that was much bigger than the wolf that Yinlong had seen before his death.

Its fur reflected the scarlet glow of the human in the blood-colored sunlight, and its roots were like steel needles, and its limbs were as explosive and metallic as steel.

The sharp claws are like the sharpest daggers, reflecting the cold light, which does not make people doubt its hardness and fierce attack power, and the huge wolf head is like a fleshless skull.

If it weren't for the huge scarlet eyes, which always revealed a touch of greed and covetousness that was extremely human, I am afraid that the silver dragon would only treat it as a dead thing, and would not think that the guy in front of him was a living thing that could endanger his own life.