"Dragon, Dragon...... This thing...... It's a dragon, right?! ”

No one paid attention to this question at all, and no one even had the heart to say it, and the voice was already a scream.

No one said anything, just looked at the starry appearance in front of him in shock, but it was enough to make people feel horrified.

I don't know who let out the screams that were indeed correct, and what appeared in front of them was indeed a creature like a real dragon. However, whether this thing can still be considered a "creature" or not, no one can really say.

The tentacles wriggling in the middle of the aura cloud couldn't say that there was any breath of life at all. It looked so ugly in the light.

It seemed to be somewhat afraid of the light, and even cowered back in awe when it was forcibly exposed to the light. This campfire, which was quite gentle and reassuring to the monks, was now shining on the ugly tentacles with fear.

The tentacles resembled the real dragons they had seen in ancient books. It's just that this real dragon looks too bizarre. To say that this is a real dragon is to destroy all the monks' imagination of a real dragon.

None of them even knew how to describe the wet enemy they saw. If I had to say it, it was like a piece of wood soaked in rotten water all year round, with some messy worn-out cotton wool-like ruin floating around. The monks were stunned for a long time, and only then did they barely make out that what was hanging from their heads was actually some flesh that had been soaked white.

So whether it was the claws or the tail that came in, everyone couldn't tell for a while, and they could only vaguely recognize the identity of the real dragon from the dragon scales that were clinging to the flesh.

That's right, what makes them feel that they belong to the real dragon is not this broken thing that has been soaked to reveal the bones, but the dragon scales that contain the breath of the real dragon.

In addition to the strong breath, the dragon scales also have a very clear spiral dragon pattern on the top, which is like the annual rings of trees. As long as it is a real dragon, the scales are born with this dragon pattern. It's just that the newborn baby dragon dragon pattern is light and thin, like a thin thread across the scales. As the dragon pattern grows older, it becomes thicker and longer, and the number also increases, forming a dragon pattern that is like growing bones.

The patterns of the dragon patterns on each real dragon are different, with their own unique breath and characteristics. The relationship between the ancient monks and the true dragon was close, and many ancient powers were able to tell who the owner of the scales was just by looking at them.

Nowadays, it is naturally impossible for the monks in the human world to really see what the scales of the real dragon look like, let alone identify the identity of the dragon through the guò dragon pattern. However, the ancient monks have passed down a lot of jade slips, and there is no real dragon around them, but they can still understand the habits of the real dragon through the records on these jade slips, which have a description of the dragon pattern.

And above the trapped thing, on the outside of the flesh that hung down, there were several scales with dragon patterns clinging to them. The pattern on the scale is not even small, and it doesn't look like a newborn baby dragon, but it doesn't look like the ancient dragon saint true dragon described on the jade slip.

As for how old the real dragon in front of them represented, they couldn't tell the difference. After all, the little knowledge they had about the real dragon was only from the incomplete records handed down from ancient times.

Even many of these monks did not know whether the descriptions they were seeing were true or if they had been fabricated by someone halfway. At this time, except for the fact that they can recognize the real dragon and dragon pattern, no one can really recognize anything. I was dumbfounded for a while.

Like all soaked things, the things that came out of them emitted this unbearable smell.

Many of the monks were so excited by the deafening sound that their hearts were a little chilly. When the light burst out, they saw the situation around them clearly, and in an instant they began to stumble in the direction of the glutinous rice in horror, and for a moment they completely forgot that they wanted to pay attention to anything else. At this time, I saw the scene in front of me clearly, and then I smelled the disgusting smell.

“…… True Dragon ...... This is the real dragon...... Claw? ”

Another monk couldn't help but mutter.

He said this quite hesitantly, but there was really nothing more than bones and flocculent minced flesh hanging over his head.

"Who knows, maybe it's the tail, or even the dragon's whiskers. With the size of a real dragon, it is impossible to say that it has such a long beard. Another monk answered in a whisper.

“…… Do you have scales on your beard, and bones in them? Immediately, the monk scoffed and retorted.

These monk disciples fled in panic at first, and now when they saw the appearance of the invading monster, they began to whisper again, but they completely forgot that this thing that I don't know if it was a claw or a tail wanted to slap them to death.

In the midst of the discussion, only glutinous rice was still nervously casting spells.

Her flying sword was redirected by her after the previous blow and landed on the rotting bones.

It's just that the moment she saw this thing, Nuomi already had some bad premonitions in her heart. And after the flying sword fell, it could be regarded as a fulfillment of her premonition.

The flying sword that could easily split the earth fell with wind and thunder, and the blade of the sword slashed, but it only left a shallow mark on the blue and white bones. And the glutinous rice that was connected to the flying sword's heart, the moment the blade slashed to the bone, it was suddenly black in front of him, and his chest seemed to have been hit hard, and he stumbled into the pillar, and he was almost so sad that a mouthful of blood spurted out of his heart.

The pillar has been standing behind the glutinous rice, wanting to help, but not knowing what to do.

He was only cultivating as an individual, and apart from his own body, there was nothing that could be used as a means of attack. He was like those worldly warriors, all he trained was hand-to-hand kung fu, and the sticky and fishy rotten bones hung in the air, he really didn't have that much ability to pose any threat to that thing.

At this time, when he saw Nuomi stumbling, he quickly reached out to support him and looked down nervously.

Glutinous rice shook her head, and on top of the trapped thing, the skin and flesh that fell down, there were several scales with dragon patterns clinging to them. The pattern on the scale is not even small, and it doesn't look like a newborn baby dragon, but it doesn't look like the ancient dragon saint true dragon described on the jade slip.

As for how old the real dragon in front of them represented, they couldn't tell the difference. After all, the little knowledge they had about the real dragon was only from the incomplete records handed down from ancient times.

Even many of these monks did not know whether the descriptions they were seeing were true or if they had been fabricated by someone halfway. At this time, except for the fact that they can recognize the real dragon and dragon pattern, no one can really recognize anything. I was dumbfounded for a while.

Like all soaked things, the things that came out of them emitted this unbearable smell.

Many of the monks were so excited by the deafening sound that their hearts were a little chilly. When the light burst out, they saw the situation around them clearly, and in an instant they began to stumble in the direction of the glutinous rice in horror, and for a moment they completely forgot that they wanted to pay attention to anything else. At this time, I saw the scene in front of me clearly, and then I smelled the disgusting smell.

“…… True Dragon ...... This is the real dragon...... Claw? ”

Another monk couldn't help but mutter.

He said this quite hesitantly, but there was really nothing more than bones and flocculent minced flesh hanging over his head.

"Who knows, maybe it's the tail, or even the dragon's whiskers. With the size of a real dragon, it is impossible to say that it has such a long beard. Another monk answered in a whisper.

“…… Do you have scales on your beard, and bones in them? Immediately, the monk scoffed and retorted.

These monk disciples fled in panic at first, and now when they saw the appearance of the invading monster, they began to whisper again, but they completely forgot that this thing that I don't know if it was a claw or a tail wanted to slap them to death.

In the midst of the discussion, only glutinous rice was still nervously casting spells.

Her flying sword was redirected by her after the previous blow and landed on the rotting bones.

It's just that the moment she saw this thing, Nuomi already had some bad premonitions in her heart. And after the flying sword fell, it could be regarded as a fulfillment of her premonition.

The flying sword that could easily split the earth fell with wind and thunder, and the blade of the sword slashed, but it only left a shallow mark on the blue and white bones. And the glutinous rice that was connected to the flying sword's heart, the moment the blade slashed to the bone, it was suddenly black in front of him, and his chest seemed to have been hit hard, and he stumbled into the pillar, and he was almost so sad that a mouthful of blood spurted out of his heart.

The pillar has been standing behind the glutinous rice, wanting to help, but not knowing what to do.

He was only cultivating as an individual, and apart from his own body, there was nothing that could be used as a means of attack. He was like those worldly warriors, all he trained was hand-to-hand kung fu, and the sticky and fishy rotten bones hung in the air, he really didn't have that much ability to pose any threat to that thing.

At this time, when he saw Nuomi stumbling, he quickly reached out to support him and looked down nervously.