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Feng Chen's fragile spiritual power retreated like a tide at the same time as touching the eleventh monster without any suspense, and the young man's tense nerves finally couldn't withstand such a complicated operation, and his eyes spread helplessly. After activating the dragon cavity a few times, the trainee's spirit was not in the best state, and it was beyond his limit at this time to support the ten monsters that were connected to each other. Different kinds of beast whispers resounded in his mind, like a heavy hammer of wrought iron continuously smashing on his skull, making Feng Chen's eyes suddenly black, and he could barely feel the hot colic pain around his body.

"What the hell am I thinking......" Seeing that the boy did not bring it unexpected surprises, Na Ziqi sighed half of course, half of disappointment. Xia Long raised one of his claws and scratched it fiercely on his scale armor, using the sharp pain to clear his consciousness a little, "I hope to wake up next time...... At least live to be 100 years old. If you can, take a trip that you haven't seen in a long time. ”

Thinking like this, the monster's body slowly leaned forward, and its head, which was larger than Feng Chen's body, pressed against his chest. The boy was sitting softly, feeling the approach of the ancient dragon species, and pressed most of his body weight on Naziqi's body.

"Hey! Don't die, you still have something to do. Xia Long raised his head, the sharp horn of his nose provoked the apprentice's chin, the young man's head was exaggeratedly tilted upward, and the dragon jade bone that should have been held in his hand rolled to the side, and his consciousness seemed to have been blurred. The ancient dragon species shook his body while using the only remaining strength to urge the dragon cavity, and the sound of urging sounded from Feng Chen's consciousness.

With a slight shake, the dragon blood coated on Feng Chen's body flowed again. Out of sight of Oonazchi, a small stream of dragon blood spread down the boy's neck, flowing over the gray stone on his chest that had been used as a pendant.

The gray stone had been torn in the valley, and the surface had been punctured by Nazqi, revealing the white essence within. As a result, it was determined that it was the scale of an unknown ancient dragon. The previous memory of the ancient dragon species did not exist in ten, and it could only be recognized to this step, but it was not even possible to perceive which old friend the scales belonged to, and at that time, the church sealed the dust dragon cavity was the most important thing, and the discussion about dragon scales could only be tasted superficially.

If Nazqi had the heart to take off his dust-sealed breastplate, it would have been amazed at what it saw. The boy's body was soaked in his own blood, but it was only the size of a fist on his chest. The dragon's blood that flowed through it seemed to have been devoured by a gluttonous parasite, leaving a round, bloodless area on the boy's body. The cracked side of the gray stone was attached to the boy's body, probably fully nourished, and the white endoplasm began to glow a little. The fluorescence slowly spread towards Feng Chen's body, moistening every tiny wound on his body, and also pouring a clear stream into his already dry spiritual world.

Feng Chen shuddered, and his consciousness briefly returned. When he opened his eyes, he saw Nazqi's huge purple face and the red that had spread all the whites of his eyes: "How ......?"

"Take this!" Without saying a word, the slender tongue rolled up the Long Yu on the ground and stuffed it into Feng Chen's hand, "Your method doesn't work, it's time to do what I say." ”

The boy nodded in despair, and although he didn't pass out on the spot, his mind was still like a thousand ants biting, and he couldn't even understand what he was responding to. The focus of Feng Chen's eyes was still not recovered, and he held Long Yu with both hands, and instinctively pressed down on the wound under the Xia Dragon's ribs.

"Oh-roar!" At the moment when Feng Chen raised his hand, a strong sense of crisis finally crushed the last shred of Oonazqi's sanity. Xialong's limbs exerted force at the same time, pulled up on the spot with a "bang", and reflexively jumped out of more than ten meters backwards, dodging the trainee's slow press. The ancient dragon's tongue stretched out in the air as early as possible, and it slammed into the stunned face of Feng Chen.

"Oops!" Despite the surprise at the last moment, the monster's blow was still not something that Dusty could withstand. The long tongue of the Xia Dragon is the most powerful weapon on its body, and even the fire dragon will be swept away by the whole dragon under this pump, and the dust will of course be knocked away several meters without any suspense. His body ploughed a long furrow in the ground, but he still held Long Yu in his hands. The surrounding monsters felt the sudden anger of the ancient dragon species, and fled away in terror. Only Daikin pounded his chest with his fists, glaring angrily at Nazki.

There was a burst of fishy sweetness in the mouth of the "spit......tle" Feng Chen, probably because he bit his tongue when he was hit. He wanted to vomit out a mouthful of blood, but his mouth moved, but a sharp pain came from the masseter muscles on both sides. Under Nazqi's tongue, the boy's jaw was tilted to one side.

"At least do what I promised...... was the only one in the trainee's chaotic thoughts. Even though he couldn't feel his body anymore, he still pouted and stood up, his mouth couldn't close, and he could only let the blood run down his chin very unfiguratively.

The blood of the sealed dust was mixed with the dragon's blood, and it was absorbed by the gray stone trickle.

Something happened.

The first thing to feel abnormal was the apprentice himself, and the blood that sealed the dust all over his body, both inside and outside the body, burned as if it had been boiled in an instant. He wanted to open his mouth to shout, but his mouth was still crooked, and he could only make a muffled voice. In the red pupils of the Xia Dragon, the weak human in front of him was turning into a blazing torch, and the dragon jade in his hand and the dragon blood around him were burning out at an extremely fast speed. And at the cost of this, the invisible flame and the smoke brought by the flame evaporated upward, and gradually condensed under the starry sky into a strange coercion that did not appear in his memory.

Half of his back was shaved off by the dragon spear, and the armored dragon, who was now in a state of frenzy, was the first to kneel, and this kneeling was like a signal, and the hundreds of monsters in the entire shelter seemed to have received a unified order, and they fell to the ground in their most devout posture. Of course, Feng Dust has seen this scene, the first time he led the teenagers into the refuge area, in order to show the dignity of the ancient dragon species, Nazqi deliberately leaked a trace of momentum, and the beasts at that time were in this posture now.

At this time, of course, it was not Xia Long who was kneeling in the herd, nor was it Feng Chen, who was struggling in burning blood. They were facing north, and the herd of beasts trembled in the direction of the coercion, as if there was something more powerful than Nazchi.

"What's the situation...... Rao is a wise Xia Long, and he can't understand what is happening at this moment. Oonazqi stared intently at the non-existent fire mist in mid-air, but saw a pair of indifferent and majestic dragon pupils from the void.

"Cheer up, you don't deserve to die here." The strong and calm will followed the dragon's cavity and advanced into Xia Long's thoughts without any sluggishness, and the cold will was like a sea tide, and in an instant, it extinguished the terrifying flames that almost burned in the consciousness of the ancient dragon species.