Chapter Seventy-One: The Golden Dragon
In the deepest part of the forest, a strange space has been vacated, and the dense woods block the sight, others can't see you, you can't see others.
The silvery moonlight shone on the black wolf's dark hair, covering him with a faint silver glow, showing nobility...... A few scuffling black shadows emerged from the woods, and the four werewolves were fighting together at the moment...... The black wolf's dark pupils turned red in an instant, and a pair of crescent moons appeared under his eyes, looking up to the sky and howling...... "Woo woo woo――――――――――!" ”
After hearing this long howl, all the werewolves quickly ran to a place where no one was and turned into a wolf, and the wind that sprinted on the ground was full of torn clothes, and in an instant there was no trace of them...... Several little wolves who were in a state of fighting stopped their movements, and when they saw the blood-red eyes of the black wolf, they were afraid, and they bowed their heads to the ground...... The angry voice of the black wolf ran through the minds of several little wolves, "Say it! Who sent you? ”
When several little wolves heard this, they instantly looked at the black wolf vigilantly, cut off contact with the wolves, and communicated with each other in their hearts...... "He found out." ”
"It's worthy of being a werewolf that the owner likes."
"Then why are we still so respectful to him......"
"Let's go back to our original form."
Several little wolves stood up, their bodies suddenly became larger, taller than the black wolf, and even pierced through the towering trees of the forest, and the soles of their feet began to gather clouds, and four wolves flew around the black wolf's head, as if provoking it.
The blood flashed, and the black wolf seemed to stay in place, but a few drops of golden blood dripping from its right paw, and a fairy wolf that fell to the ground exposed it.
"I*! This is your ancestor! You've got your hands on it! ”
"Ahi, are you okay? Just a few drops of blood should be fine, right? ”
A few fairy wolves asked.
"I can't die."
The black wolf who fell to the ground wanted to get up as if nothing happened, but it seemed that he was a little more than capable of doing it, after all, it was golden blood...... "He can make you bleed...... I can't imagine that the strength of your descendants should not be underestimated, even you can beat ......"
The white wolf laughed at the black wolf.
The black wolf's eyes were full of unwillingness, but there seemed to be a hint of pride in his eyes, staring at his descendant, the current wolf king, Heirita Xia Leng...... Xia Leng stared vigilantly at the giant wolves in front of him, the hair on his body had already exploded, turning into sharp thorns, and a pair of crescents were reflected in his blood-red eyes...... Above the clouds, the beast god who was stroking the beard of the divine dragon and staring at the human world by the way finally couldn't bear it...... With a slight tiptoe, he flexibly rode on the dragon head and rushed straight to the human world...... Those who are still awake at this time may see a strange scene: a huge golden dragon emitting golden light rushed straight to the ground from the clouds, and then circled over the forest several times before stopping, and let out a dragon groan that almost tore a qiē.
Xia Leng looked at the golden dragon that flew straight down from above the clouds, and then stopped looking at him after circling over him for a few circles, his eyes full of shock...... "Golden ...... This is the ...... of the Ancient Dragons."
Xia Leng muttered to himself...... The golden dragon's huge eyes were black and white, very clear, but now a pair of blood-red pairs were reflected in the pitch-black pupils...... The golden divine dragon snorted lightly, and the huge air flow almost didn't blow Xia Leng away.