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According to common sense, people who are extremely tired do not fall asleep, but the little hunter is awakened by nightmares. In the dream, I watched as the scorching rays of the armored dragon silently devoured the bodies of Xiong Fuji, Nie Xiaoyang, and Shentu Miaoling, and finally turned the entire Xuelin Village into a sea of fire. The flames turned into a vague monster head, and the monster opened its mouth to question him, "What do you have to prove your claim?" ”

The boy couldn't answer, and the beast's face was twisted with anger, sometimes to the hideous face of Dajin under the influence of dragon pulp, sometimes to the majestic and slightly sluggish lizard head of Nazki, and even the faces of Amphinis and Daddy were briefly revealed. The monster finally lost its patience and opened its burning jaws, dyeing the dusty world a dead red with a single breath.

Feng Chen was shocked and stretched out his hand to resist, but what he touched was Dajin's soft golden retriever. He blinked vigorously from the exhaustion and confusion he had just woken up, and only then did he see the current situation.

The crisis is finally over.

At the moment when Feng Dust connected Dajin's consciousness into the will of the beast herd, the nascent group will completely accepted the memories of the lone species in the past few days. The Golden Retriever was still plagued by the dragon pulp a whole day ago, and almost died in the period of madness. But now, despite the cost, it stands in front of the trainees in a good manner, which is very telling. Whether it is an individual monster or the will of the herd that gathers the expectations of all monsters, their first credo is undoubtedly "live". Monsters can fight to the death for survival, and of course, they can temporarily truce for survival, and the ceasefire agreement is finally and dangerously reached before the ancient dragon's ability expires.

As soon as the connection was disconnected, Nazqi urged the fog field to separate a wide tunnel that could accommodate the herd of beasts to pass through, which was not only to express the sincerity of the ancient dragon species, but also to let Feng Chen, who had been with Xia Long for two days, once again see the terrifying strength of the ancient dragon species to move mountains and reclaim the sea.

The young man frowned slightly, when the dragon cavity was activated, Na Ziqi had already said, "The other side is calling him", he didn't know how long he had been asleep, and he didn't know if the ancient dragon species had rushed to Jia Xiao's place at this time. Feng Chen vaguely remembered that before Xia Long left, he had let him cut off half of his tail with a knife soaked in dragon blood. In order to stabilize the passage, maintain the fog field, and suppress the restless monsters, the ancient dragon species had to stay here - at least some of them should stay here, but at that time, the sealing dust had already lost its strength, and he couldn't even lift the knife, so in the end, he reluctantly communicated with Dajin, so that the lone species completed this unprecedented shocking act.

The half-cut tail of the dragon was lying quietly in the center of the shelter at the moment, being kicked around in the mud by the ignorant golden retriever, and it was already covered with mud, and it was impossible to see its original color. I don't know if Dajin would have been more in awe of the remnants of the ancient dragon species if he knew that the lump of dead flesh under his feet was the reason why the monsters did not dare to approach, or even the reason why this fog-free area could still be maintained.

However, the lone species no longer has a sense of awe, tossing and turning in the fog all day long, suffering the double poison of the Xia Dragon and the Dragon Marrow Pulp, and its body and spirit are on the verge of collapse several times. No one can imagine how much pain this giant ape had to endure to survive in that state. At least by the time Feng Dust saw it again, Daikin had already become visibly emaciated by the loss of strength and hunger, and his steps were also very vain. It had only been a day since one man and one beast had been separated, but the golden retriever had just survived a once-in-a-decade famine in the swamp, and even his coat color had become much darker.

This kind of pain is not unrewarding, at least now the lone wanderer feels that his whole body is not the same as before. The last dragon cavity made Feng Chen feel the indescribable ease in the monster's thoughts. It was as if the whole sky had suddenly lost its weight, the air was no longer heavy and sticky, the eyes of other species were no longer cold and murderous, and if they had the will, they could even defeat any creature in their way—such a thought was unthinkable to the golden retrievers of the past.

The shackles of rank that had stretched for half a life on the golden beast's body, under various coincidences, finally collapsed today. And only now can it raise its sword to the ancient dragon species that is high above without fear.

The lifting of today's swamp crisis is due to nearly half of the credit of this lone breed. Feng Chen thought so, but his thoughts drifted back to the first time the dragon cavity was activated, the breath of the armored dragon that he couldn't completely stop was vivid, the young man's breath stagnated, and his chest was once again filled with a heavy death intent, so that he couldn't even dilute the joy of relieving the crisis.

"Daikin, you don't have to stay here all the time, go find something to eat." Feng Chen smiled weakly and patted the golden beast's arm, which felt the bursts of kindness from his companion and purred with pleasure in his throat.

A faint and rhythmic sound of wind sounded from the sky, and Feng Chen looked up, only to see a streamer swaying through the fog and descending.

"Boom!" Naziqi fell in embarrassment in front of Feng Chen's eyes, and it was actually his long neck that hit the ground first.

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At the moment when a full bottle of dragon pulp puree dispersed into a puff of purple mist, Xia Long's heart sank fiercely.

Just a drop of puree dispersed into the fog field was enough to cause Nazqi's mood to fluctuate strongly, and it was conceivable that if it was inhaled into the entire bottle, even the ancient dragon would not be able to resist the loss of his mind.

In the blink of an eye, Oonazchi did three things.

It stuck out its tongue and swept the dragon jade into its mouth, along with the surrounding ruins.

It let go of its isolation from the fog field, allowing large expanses of purple mist to be sucked into its body.

It turned its head, flapped its wings, and fled.

The departure of the ancient dragon species was as without warning as its appearance. The ruins are full of traces of battle, and there are no less than ten hunters killed by Xia Long alone, and the smell of blood has overflowed for hundreds of meters, and the stimulation of blood will make Xia Long easily lose his mind, and it has to leave far away, at least postpone the time of the full attack of poison for even a moment or three. The hastily flown away Xia Long even glanced resentfully at the seriously injured and dying Zhuang Dui - it was not that it didn't want to smash the black-clothed youth to pieces with one claw, but in its current state, such an action would obviously wear down its sanity more than the smell of blood.

With the speed of the ancient dragon species, it didn't take long to travel through the entire hunting ground, but the speed of the dragon pulp attack was obviously faster, and it flew while using the only remaining rational thinking to deal with it.

"Running to a lifeless zone" is excluded in the first place, and no one knows how strong and long-lasting the effect of the dragon pulp is, and in the time frame it can span half a continent, causing immeasurable damage to the entire ecosystem - or rather, this damn poison will not expire at all. It may continue to wreak havoc on everything in sight until it dies, and the Elder Dragons do not die easily.

"Seeking the help of other true dragons" was also immediately denied, and the time since Oonazqi awakened was still too short, and the habitat of the same kind it had once known was still vague in its memory, although it had remembered many things and retrieved many abilities in just a few days, but it was not enough. Perhaps before it finds a companion to call for help, its sanity will be consumed by the toxin.

In the end, Xia Long chose to fly back to the herd's refuge circle.

Having lost half of his tail and having to fight against that violent will all the time, the way Naziqi landed almost lost the face of the ancient dragon. However, Xia Long had no intention of standing up and regrouping, and the monster's two round eyes were facing Feng Chen, and his eyes were so red that he could barely see his pupils.

Nazqi took a deep breath, tried to stabilize his spirit, and said to the young man in front of him in the calmest and softest tone he could still do.

"Do me a favor...... Kill me, now. ”