I was overwhelmed by the blood, and I remembered that the thing that had been pushing hard behind me was one of those giant babies that had escaped from the glass jar. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

These should not be living people, but ghost children fed with special witchcraft.

Under the pool of blood. Countless forces rolled, and I felt something writhing like a snake wrapping around me all over my body, and then pulling me down.

At the moment of the fall, although I was caught off guard, I still opened the internal circulation of breath.

After all, it is the South China Sea.

However, despite this. I still felt the terrifying force pull me into the bottom of the pool, layer upon layer, pressing me.

I tried to open my eyes, only to find that there was a deep red in front of me, but there was a surging liquid trying to burrow into my eyes, and I was so frightened that I quickly closed my eyes at the same time. Immediately activated the Xuanwu Vajra Tribulation.

The more intense the attack on the Xuanwu Vajra Tribulation, the stronger it will be, and it will not give up an inch of land.

This is a method of having emotions, and this emotion is called pride.

I'd rather die than retreat.

You're going to fucking kill me!

If you can't die, Lao Tzu will become stronger and stronger. When it's so strong that you can't swallow it at all, we can both chat.

This is the essence of the Xuanwu Vajra Tribulation.

I had the will to persevere and endure, and I had jumped into the hot lava and spent an unknown amount of time in the icy waters of a lake to avoid being hunted......

At this moment, what is there to complain about falling in this pool of blood?

Sinking into the pool of blood, I don't know how long it took, I finally felt that the blood snakes that bound me to no longer move, or the latent power, seemed to dissipate a lot.

Obviously, the other party has already treated me as a waste that has lost the threat, and has no more energy to care about me.

At this time, I felt that my left hand could move a little, and I couldn't help but touch it downward, thinking that I would feel layers of blood and dirt. Or a myriad of dry bones.

However, no.

I touched a piece of uneven but very vivid stone carving.

At the bottom of this pool, there is actually a large area of stone carving.

I don't know why, but my heart was beating wildly, and I put in a twelve-point effort to stretch my left hand longer to feel the pattern.

I have a feeling that this is something that can change my fate at this moment, because I am lucky not to die at this moment. But if the kim above can't withstand the methods of the legendary witch Medea and is defeated, plus Avril Lavigne, who seems to have great limitations, I'm afraid that the woman will turn around, and I don't want to die, and there is no chance.

How to deal with this legendary witch who feels even more powerful than Mr. K?

By kim?

A teenager, he can perform well enough, can I put such heavy expectations on him?

No way......

Wait, wait, I got it!

As the palm of my hand continued to caress the ground, the stone carving gradually appeared in my mind, and it was a head, a huge head, hideous and terrifying, full of angry anger.

When my thumb pressed on the eye of the stone carved skull, all of a sudden, the dragon vein diagram in my mind suddenly lit up.

I saw a strong, gigantic creature, with a castle-like body, bat-like wings or wings, four strong legs, and a golden color; Its tail is long and sinuous with spines at the ends, perhaps barbs; At the end of each leg are huge claws, similar to those of carnivorous birds.

In addition to this, it has several rows of fangs and a sword-like dorsal spine.

It has powers unimaginable to ordinary people, with fire, poisonous smoke and even frost from its mouth, churning above the clouds and in the waves of the angry sea, it is a neutral creature with great power, yet it is slandered by Christians as synonymous with evil.

Each of them was framed as a greedy, irascible, obscene, and indiscriminate evil creature, and then it was wiped out head after head.

The bones of their ancestors were piled up in a dragon's lair, and then turned into power to guide the leylines and heavenly machines.

They were called dragons, and they were recorded and praised by countless civilizations such as ancient Egypt, Mesopotamia, ancient Greece, Babylon, the Bible, Islam, the Persian kings, Anglo-Saxon mythology, Celtic mythology, Norse mythology, Slavic mythology, and countless others, but they were also destroyed by human ambition.

Translated into Chinese, dragon is also called "dragon"!

At this moment, it opened its eyes.

The eyeball that I was caressing didn't actually move, but under the guidance of the Dragon Vein Society's diagram, it suddenly opened its eyes in my mind.

It seems that the dragon vein society map in the east also has some kind of connection with it in the west, or it is infected. Perimeter vomit death.

There was a force churning and then surging towards me.

The flame lurking in my left hand roared as if to make a statement of its presence.

Yet as the power poured out, it carefully wrapped itself.

Ahem, more is better than less, when I don't exist.

That's the attitude of it.

With that aura of terror poured into my heart was a long, sad memory.

It used to guard this place, looking down on the little people like a god, not hurting them, not helping them, living in its own world, but one day, those little people who were once despised by it suddenly became stronger.

They gained a variety of extraterritorial powers, and then carried out a massacre of their people.

They resisted, killing countless people, only to be defeated.

Their enemies are not these poor creatures, but at the other end of the barrier of time, the manipulative beings.

They lose, and their bodies become all sorts of resources, and eventually they become a source of strength.

It also died, and the man who killed it was praised by countless companions as the Dragon Slayer Warrior.

In my mind, it was as if an elegy was being staged.

There is no hatred, no anger, only reluctance, and a touch of sorrow.

I suddenly understood that this blood pool was actually a node of a dragon's lair, and that dragon's lair might be tens of thousands of meters underground, or in a deep trench, but this was the end of the dragon's vein.

However, after being discovered by these terrifying wizards, it became a source of evil power.

In fact, power is power, and there is no distinction between good and evil.

The important thing is the person who uses it.

Obviously, this wisp of consciousness guarding the dragon vein favors me who has the dragon vein society map, rather than Medea who made these muddy and filthy blood pools on it.

Or someone else.

The madness ravaged my body, and the meridians were stretched to the limit, as if they were about to burst open, but in the end, they were not able to be destroyed.

The breath and power are infinite, yet there is a consciousness that directs.

I didn't understand it at first, but then I realized that this thing was actually the dragon vein society diagram in my consciousness, which was like the sea that contained hundreds of rivers, and contained all the power and breath in it.

I was in a coma for a while, and I don't know how long it was, but when I opened my eyes, I found myself standing in the air.

I wasn't in the pool, I was in mid-air.

I was less than a meter away from the ceiling.

In the afterglow, I saw countless big-headed monster babies holding Medea like a demon, floating not far away, while Kim was standing not far away.

His face was covered in blood.

And below me, the pool of blood actually evaporated, revealing the huge stone carving, like the giant dragon in my mind, and the body of the stone carving, the breath surged, all poured into my body, and the golden light enveloped me all.

Yes......

Medea let out another terrifying scream, and she seemed to see that I was extracting the power of this dragon vein, and these powers were what she cared about the most.

Without this, what is the point of hiding here for hundreds of years?

So Medea drove those carefully bred big-headed monster babies to rush towards me.

However, every creature with evil power, as soon as it approached the area shrouded in golden light, it immediately exploded into pieces, and the black aura rising from it was also illuminated by the golden light.

The ice melted away.

I don't know how long it took, but when the power finally had an end, I felt that as soon as the support force below was loosened, the whole person fell down.

Bang!

I fell back into the pool of blood, but I stood still and didn't fall.

My hand happened to touch the stone carving at the bottom of the pool, the eyes of the dragon's head.

I stroked it gently, as if sensing my kindness, and a long dragon groan came from my ears, and then it became very distant, as if it were on the horizon.

It's gone.

There is no reluctance, no sorrow, no resentment, only faint wishes.

See you again in the future.

"Brother Wang, how are you?"

I heard someone calling me, turned my head, and saw the badly injured Kim calling me on the edge of the pool, and at this time, I also found the unconscious demon girl at the bottom of the pool.

She still hadn't woken up.

I reached out and lifted the little demon girl up, then threw it at Kim, shouting, "It's okay, help me take care of her, my brother and daughter-in-law." ”

Whether Lu Zuo wants to treat me as a brother or not, I'll just call me that for the time being.

Just as I threw the little demon at Kim, there was a person's anger that also rose to the extreme, and he roared sharply: "This power is mine, I haven't done it for hundreds of years, why do you take it?" Stay for me - die! “

When I looked up, the sky seemed to fall.