The little black dragon is like a natural king, and he is also an absolute commander. [Full text reading]

The power contained in the distant aura was unstoppable, but for the little black dragon, this was only its first battle. The difficulty of leading these "predators" who are no longer "bloodthirsty" to survive can be imagined.

The little black dragon flying in front of it didn't think about these questions, it only thought about winning this battle for survival and opening up the situation in the face of enemies on all sides. One day, he will lead the beasts to set off a frenzy in the bloody land.

Since it was born here, it must put an end to the chaos here. It also has a greeting in its heart, and that stems from the quaint characters on its forehead. It is this character who is teaching it how to grow, how to become the perfect king.

The blood beasts frantically poured into the huge footprints, but they didn't have time to taste the beasts led by the little black dragon. They themselves began to encounter chaos and desperate fighting. There are kings among these blood beasts, and they strive to control their own race. But they couldn't even control their own bloodlust, let alone control other blood beasts.

The little black dragon did not dislike it, leading the beasts into the tunnel, guarding tightly in every level. No matter how many blood beasts poured in, they were greeted with the warmest welcome. It's a welcome that takes them to their lives, beyond the limits of all enthusiasm.

The frenzied blood color fought on the ground, and only a few unlucky blood beasts broke in. Faced with the beasts with a clear division of labor, they fell one by one. It is not known how long this process will last, but the result seems to be preordained. The blood beasts went forward to follow the blood R, causing an unstoppable frenzy in the flight.

But no matter how tragic the ground is, it can't affect the tranquility in the tunnel. The little black dragon formed a kingdom in the underground and made the kingdom grow stronger. And the underground is not barren, some strange metals are the little black dragon's favorite. It has no interest in blood R, but it has a lot of ideas for special metals.

Soon the little black dragon was in the right direction, and a black mist emanated from the dead blood beast and lingered on it. The metal in the underground is leaking white mist, and the black and white mist is absorbed by the little black dragon, making its original king's posture more powerful and mysterious.

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Everything on the floating island is so magical, full of verdant plants and full of life. If you poke a knife in your body here, it won't take a few seconds to heal. It can be said that this is a paradise for self-mutilators, because they can never destroy their bodies. Of course, it can also be called hell, because they can never destroy their bodies.

The vitality is so rich on the floating islands that one suspects that they are secretly absorbing the vitality of the blood-colored earth. And this absorption is never-ending, leaving only the killing and gore left for the bloody earth beneath your feet. The floating islands are like the nobles on top, and the blood-colored earth is the lowest pariahs. The aristocracy secretly exploited everything from the untouchables and created a harmonious and prosperous world.

Light and darkness are always one, and life and death are mutually exceeding. The world has always been in some kind of equilibrium, and forces never survive alone.

But now he hadn't felt anything that made Lin Yibo think, and he was still resisting some kind of erosion in the stomach of the six-eyed dragon. Qiongqiong seemed to be asleep and didn't make any moves, and there was no light in the space. The fluorites in Lin Yibo's hands had long since shattered, and they had lost their energy and turned into powder.

Lin Yibo, who was suspended in mid-air, struggled, as if he was suffering from the fact that he couldn't accept. Pleasure and pain intertwine on his face, leaving his spiritual world in a state of division as well. The waves of the spirit world are enough to annihilate any and all intruders.

But the intruder doesn't exist, it just watches from afar.

Lin Yibo's spiritual world felt the hostility of the invaders and let out a never-ending roar. But this kind of roar seemed extremely ridiculous, and its only effect was to make Lin Yibo unbearable. But hostility has always existed in the spiritual world and cannot be judged, so it cannot be peaceful.

Pain and joy are still entangled, and they vow to win or lose. But these two emotions were evenly matched, and the speed at which they competed for Lin Yibo became faster and faster. Every second, Lin Yibo's face would change his expression countless times, and the speed of this change was still accelerating. You can't stop from the beginning, maybe it will last forever.

Nothing is fortunate to last forever, and quantitative change finally leads to qualitative change.

Emotions competed for Lin Yibo's body, and they were clearly distinguishable on his face. Half is absolute pain, the other half is absolute joy. The two extreme emotions split Lin Yibo into two halves. And this possession also affected his soul, and at a certain moment suddenly there was a subtle sound, and the "click" sound became more and more intensive.

Joan was awakened by the sound that rang deep in her soul, and she had slept soundly. It was overjoyed by its master's movement, and the turquoise rune of life reappeared on the tip of its sword. The difference is that it now has three different elemental runes. Next to the turquoise life rune, there were two other runes of the same level.

They are: "charred wood elementals, melted ice elementals." ”

The three elemental runes gradually fused, and the life element was wrapped in the innermost.

Suddenly, Lin Yibo was divided into two offices. Squeezing out a colorless soul from the middle of the two halves, Jingqiong subconsciously sent the rune over. The colorless soul pinned on it, and soon a body grew. Looking at that appearance, it was Lin Yibo's original appearance, and it seemed that he had broken away from the body of "Aosen".

The other two halves of the body also changed, and pain and pleasure came together and merged into one. They floated, shifted, and soon turned into black and white bodies. Pain is pitch black absorbing all perceptions, while pleasure declares its existence to the world. Even ants can feel its boundless pleasure.

What is very peculiar is that Lin Yibo can completely control them, as if they were his own clones.

The black and white bodies didn't last long, and the brush got into Lin Yibo's deity. Although they have been divided, they cannot stay in the outside world. The laws of heaven and earth are draining their souls, and they can only survive forever in the spiritual sea of the deity.

The black and white bodies swam in the sea of spirits, and they turned into a ball of gray. Soon they separated again in black and white, as if they had no effect on each other at all.

Lin Yibo couldn't pay attention to the world in the spiritual sea at the moment, his body was full of infinite vitality. His lost strength returned to his body, and every cell was haunted by the primitive breath of life. He had a strange feeling that Lin Yibo firmly believed that he would be able to be reborn even if he was chopped into pieces.

His blood contains a strong vitality that can restore withered plants to their youth and resurrect dead people. Of course, their souls can't be dissipated, and his blood Y is now like a reduced version of a resurrection potion. It feels very inexplicable and there is no way to prove it.

But Lin Yibo didn't have the heart to avoid it, he felt that this power was beyond his control, and he chose to avoid it uneasily. If anyone knew that his blood could be brought back to life, he would be the target of public criticism.

He was now like a kid with a treasure trove, holding a key in his hand. He was surrounded by adults who were eyeing him, if only he dared to tell the secret of his treasure trove. Soon it will be scrambling to be reduced to pieces. With a shudder, he suppressed the thought and vowed to keep the secret in his heart.

There is no wonder why Lin Yibo is not afraid of the power under control, because the first thing he cares about in his heart is his own safety. He has never forgotten his original intention at any time, he wants to protect his family, and he wants to put up a banner in troubled times.

And the premise of this is that he must live.

He was happy to have magical power in his hands, but he was thinking too long-term. Before the harvest and joy came, the thorns and tribulations behind him also appeared in his mind at the same time. Under the impact of this emotion, he is neither sad nor happy, and is completely unaffected by emotions.

In fact, this is just that he has entered the mode of a sage, and his own emotions of pain and pleasure have been withdrawn. He now has the model of a saint, forgetting about himself, doing everything but not doing it.

Now that he had woken up, he was naturally not used to the boundless darkness, and his ten fingers jumped and took out the fluorite. The weak and stable light source made Lin Yibo feel a lot more comfortable. The pent-up feeling around him didn't give him any more feelings. Obviously, he felt suppressed, but he didn't have any panicked look.

Holding Jingqiong in his hand and letting the fluorite surround his body, Lin Yibo calmly flew in the monster's body. This depends on the existence of deprivation of gravity, Lin Yibo was not clear in perception before, but now he has a lot of experience. With that in mind, he stretched out his left hand and formed fireballs and ice. The elements in the monster's body are very rich, and soon the fire is four S cold * people.

Lin Yibo played this hand beautifully, but it caused real damage to the six-eyed evil dragon. After Lin Yibo woke up, the six-eyed dragon felt a lot more comfortable in his stomach. When it was refreshed, it was ready to get up and go to sleep, and just lay down in the warm water, its stomach began to stir again.

Although the cold and fiery aura was not strong, for some reason the six-eyed evil dragon perceived it very clearly.

Its six eyes rolled and suddenly thought of something, and opened its mouth to spit out Bai Qi. He patted his stomach vigorously with his big hand and let it shake to digest it. I used to eat too much and also had this feeling, probably because the energy on the blood-colored earth was too mixed, and the energy was making trouble in the stomach after eating the wrong thing.

The six-eyed dragon didn't think much about it, and when it felt too comfortable, it closed its perception and fell asleep. The dense hole D on the top of its head absorbs the source qi around it and whizzes through its body. Scoops out the tiny creatures in its body, then falls into the surrounding columns and evaporates into mist.

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