Chirp, chirp!

On the cold and hard ground, the little dragon eagle was pushed to the ground by a powerful force, its wings spread out, and it let out a frightened cry.

Although it struggled and resisted as much as it could, all the forces of resistance were melted into nothingness, and a trace of it was emptied from its body.

In the end, the little dragon eagle had no strength, his whole body was steaming with blood mist, and the blood light and golden light on his body were disillusioned, and he could only let out a helpless cry.

Suddenly, the little dragon eagle's wings were torn in pain, and it couldn't help but let out a terrible cry.

In the darkness, it was as if an invisible hand had pulled out the golden streaks on its wings and threw them into the void.

The physical suffering is secondary, and the greater suffering comes from the spiritual detachment of the soul.

The golden stripes are the stripes condensed by the dragon's breath in the dragon eagle's body, and they are also a symbol of his dragon bloodline.

Stripping off the golden stripes is stripping off the dragon's breath, which means completely removing the dragon genes in its body.

Chirp, chirp!

The little dragon eagle's cry became more and more poignant, and lines of blood and tears flowed from his eyes.

Another golden streak was torn out, and the feathers on the wings were torn from the roots, and blood flew out.

However, those invisible and ruthless big hands did not hesitate or pause at all, and continued to extract the golden stripes on Long Ying's body.

The little dragon eagle's whole body twitched, and his soul shrunk in trembling, but again and again it stretched out because of the pain, was brutally cut, and shrunk again.

The little dragon eagle let out a helpless cry, calling out Ye Changsheng's name again and again.

It didn't know what was going on, and it didn't know that what it was suffering in front of it was the test that Ye Changsheng had told it before.

It thought it was a difficult hide-and-seek, or a hundred ways to knock a sledgehammer down.

The little dragon eagle felt that it was going to die, but it was unwilling.

It couldn't die, Ye Changsheng rescued it, gave it warmth, gave it care, gave it happiness, gave it freedom, it didn't want to lose everything.

It hadn't had time to do anything for Ye Changsheng yet, how could it just die?

I don't want dragon breath, I don't want dark energy, I don't want fire attributes, just let me live, okay?

As long as I survive, even if I can fly, I can carry my master to blow the wind, to see the moon, to usher in the sunrise.

The little dragon eagle cried helplessly, and the dark energy in its body turned into black smoke, flowing out inexorably.

His firepower turned into messy sparks, and magma erupted outward.

And with it comes its life.

"Hey, you're not dead yet?" a voice suddenly sounded and reached the ears of the little dragon eagle.

The little dragon eagle was suddenly angry, forgetting that he was in pain and was terrified, and let out a cry that pierced his eardrums.

Okay, the real murderer has finally appeared, you want to kill me, it's not that easy!

A tyrannical heart arose, and the little dragon eagle let out a long roar.

The evaporating dark energy twisted into javelins and shot outward.

The splattered blood turned into sharp gears, circling and splashing outward.

Even the scales and broken feathers of the little dragon eagle became weapons, and they launched an attack on the invisible enemy.

This was not enough, the cry of the little dragon eagle also became more and more poignant, turning into a series of murderous sound waves, rippling outward.

The vestigial feather on the top of its head had the last trace of dragon breath, the last trace of fire energy, and also turned into a surging fire dragon, coiling around the broken body.

At this moment, in order to kill the invisible enemy, the little dragon eagle stimulates the potential of his whole body, and does not hesitate to burn his own life!

"Plead me, I will spare you. ”

"Fuck off!"

The furious dragon eagle, its eyes were red, and its hard eagle beak cracked, like countless sharp blades, flying in the direction from which the sound came.

Bang!

The long tail of the dragon eagle also exploded, like a huge pillar that overturned the river and the sea, and flew towards the direction from which the sound came.

However, everything was in vain, and the little dragon eagle's struggle had no effect.

The sad thing is that it doesn't even get any feedback.

Even his broken tail seemed to fly into the vast void, without any roar of landing or colliding with objects.

All its struggles did not bring any movement, not any sound.

"Hehe, what other means, just use it. ”

The sound of mockery drilled into the ears of the little dragon eagle, and the little dragon eagle swung his body angrily, but he could only let out a helpless scream.

It had lost its energy, its vitality was passing quickly, and its consciousness had become blurred.

In the end, Xiaolongying's resistance became weaker and weaker, and in the end, he could only shed blood and tears, and his body instinctively twitched.

The hard eyelids were beating, and every time they were about to close, the little dragon eagle used all his strength, as if lifting a jack gate to open the eyelids.

Call!

In the blurred vision, an illusory figure appeared in front of him, leisurely floating towards the little dragon eagle.

The figure twisted its body and let out a sigh: "The current Dragon Eagle has become so weak that it is too disappointed. ”

Just as the figure sighed, the eyes of the little dragon eagle suddenly opened, and in the broken mouth, the tongue was suddenly broken, and a blood mist erupted.

The broken tongue, through the blood mist, flew forward, and finally lost its strength and fell at the feet of the shadow.

Chirp, chirp!

The little dragon eagle's eyes flashed with unruliness, and he looked at a blood spot on the figure's body, screamed twice, and his head fell heavily to the ground.

The two eyelids, the gate fell with a bang, and the little dragon eagle lost its last consciousness.

The whole world fell silent.

The black shadow lowered his head, looked at a bead of blood floating on his chest, and smiled with satisfaction: "You have passed!"

Rumble!

The broken body of the little dragon eagle was lifted into the air by an invisible force and thrown into a huge pool of water.

The blood-colored ripples rippled, completely drowning the little dragon eagle.

The blood of the ancient dragon continued to penetrate into the body of the dragon eagle, filling the dried blood.

In the dragon's blood, the sacred and powerful dragon breath filled the whole body of the little dragon eagle, injecting more powerful genes into it, and writing all the battle memories of the dragon clan into the depths of the little dragon eagle's soul.

And from the direction of the temple of the Shura Gate, an incomparably powerful dark aura surged, rolling dark red flames, and flew to the sky above the dragon's blood pool in an instant.

With a snort, the raging dark flames tightly wrapped the little dragon eagle, like a closed furnace, refining the little dragon eagle's broken body.

Dark energy, fire attribute energy, the two energies fused together, constantly washing the body of the little dragon eagle, submerging it safely.

Bang!

A piece of white dragon bone powder fluttered down, attaching to the little dragon eagle's body.