Chapter 763

"Life Awakening!"

Dillon shouted as he threw the ancestral dragon into the air with one hand.

I saw a kind of golden mist permeated the cells of Dillon's body, and these mist formed a ten-zhang tall human body, dragon tail, and golden scales on his body, and there were three dragon life with gold, silver, and black dragon heads.

I saw that the dragon man was holding the wings of the ancestral dragon in his left hand, and he lifted a little of the sealing power exerted on the ancestral dragon.

The ancestral dragon frantically resisted and struggled, but was dropped by a pale blue ice blade held in the right hand of the dragon life, tearing apart the dragon scales of the ancestral dragon from the back until the golden spine appeared, and all the flesh and blood cut along the way were frozen by the ice blade.

Dillon's body moved, and the kitchen knife in his hand swung out in an instant.

It looks like a single knife, but in fact, one hundred and eight knives are superimposed on one position, cutting open the ancestral dragon's spine and revealing the dragon marrow.

Seeing this knife, all the hunting gods and pseudo-emperors changed color.

Simply wielding a weapon, time acceleration is basically a pseudo-emperor who can swing tens of thousands of hundreds of thousands of swords in an instant.

But if it is cut on the vertebrae of the ancestral dragon that is comparable to the hardness of the emperor's weapon, every knife that falls will bear the shock of the vertebrae, and under this kind of shock, it is absolutely terrifying to cut one hundred and eight knives superimposed together, which means that this knife can destroy the emperor's weapon.

Tick!

I saw a drop of golden dragon marrow dripping from the ancestral dragon's spine.

With just one drop, the ancestral dragon actually passed out.

Dillon picked up a clay pot from the side and carefully caught this drop of dragon marrow, the unimaginable fragrance spread in all directions, and the hunters who were standing around the martial arts arena actually twitched their noses desperately as close to the martial arts arena as possible.

Seeing the signal of the Great Wizard of the White Bones, Tianzhu also pulled Leng Ruoyu forward a little.

Seeing a breath of fragrance in his nose, the cells in his body seemed to be about to burn, and even his soul seemed to be wrapped in a hot spring, and in this state, his perception of all things in heaven and earth instantly increased more than ten times.

It's hard to imagine that this is just an insignificant part of the fragrance emanating from a drop of dragon marrow.

Opening his eyes and looking at the ancestral dragon, Tianzhu could not suppress the greed in his eyes.

Not only him, but almost everyone around looked at Zu Long with the wrong eyes.

"Don't think too much about it, this is the golden dragon marrow, a super-god-level fantasy ingredient......"

The Great Wizard of the White Bone said, "It will only take 10,000 years for the ancestral dragon to produce such a drop, which is unique to the fantasy creatures of the outer heavens, and the ancestral dragons of the reckless world do not have such a treasure as the golden dragon marrow, and no one can grab this thing in Dillon's hands." ”

"Golden Dragon Marrow, why do I seem to have heard of this name?"

Tianzhu wondered.

"Of course you are familiar with it, the Ancestor Heaven Swallowing Emperor once received a drop of golden dragon marrow from this ancestral dragon."

The Great Wizard of the White Bone sneered.

"The Heaven Swallowing Emperor didn't capture this ancestral dragon alive?"

Tianzhu was shocked.

"Indeed, it can be killed but not captured alive, and the golden dragon marrow can be regenerated, which saved its life."

The Great Wizard of the White Bone snorted coldly, "How do you think Dillon captured the ancestral dragon alive, because he was raised by the ancestral dragon at all, so he can plot against the ancestral dragon to capture the ancestral dragon alive, just imagine that he can even treat the ancestral dragon who raised him like this, you can imagine how he is a person."

But it's a good thing he's such a person, otherwise we wouldn't have bought him so easily. ”

"Earned."

Tianzhu was happy in his heart.

He didn't bother to pay attention to the relationship between Dillon and Zu Long, he was happy that since Dillon could do whatever it took for profit, the possibility of buying Dillon had greatly increased, and this kind of person had nothing that he could not sell as long as the benefits were enough.

Compared with Dillon, he can be regarded as having a bottom line.

In the martial arts arena, Dillon took out a variety of high-level fantasy ingredients.

He was boiling the soup, using the golden dragon marrow as the main ingredient.

It wasn't just Tianzhu who was curious, but many of the descendants of the hunting gods around whispered because of curiosity.

Some of the Hunters' answers let Tianzhu know that Dillon was boiling Golden Age soup.

The main ingredient of this soup needs to be cooked with god-level fantasy artifacts that have lived for more than 100 million years, and after drinking it, the consciousness will enter the real illusion with the power of the fantasy cell, and the god-level fantasy creatures possessed in it will experience memories for up to 100 million years.

In the process, the basic benefits of soul transformation and fantasy cell enhancement can be obtained.

Even if the comprehension is enough, it can perfectly inherit the abilities of god-level fantasy creatures.

Hearing this, Tianzhu's eyes were red for a while.

But he knew that this pot of Golden Age soup was for the patron saint of the cemetery.

The Zhang family has mastered a method of summoning to summon the guardian god of the cemetery, and you can enter the cemetery by offering enough precious fantasy food, this time the alien race and the outer heaven add up to more than 1,000 people, and only the god-level fantasy food can satisfy the guardian god of the cemetery.

Dillon took out the pot of soup, and both the Hunters' Guild and the Alien Puppet Emperor paid him enough.

A few hours later, the heat in the city gradually dissipated.

It's a pity that there is a light film on the surface of the Golden Era soup, and the flavor does not come out at all.

Dillon put away the stove and beckoned to the head of the Zhang family.

The head of the Zhang family hurriedly walked into the martial arts arena, did not dare to delay and cut open his palm and began to carve a sacrificial formation on the ground, and after the carving was completed, his mouth began to recite a mysterious and unknown language, and the sacrificial formation on the ground also lit up at this moment.

In the dazzling red light, a two-foot-sized, pointy-eared humanoid appeared on the sacrificial town's hair.

Seeing the hedron in the center of the creature's eyebrows, almost all the hunting gods couldn't help but take a step back.

Because this image is the image of a goblin at all, but then they feel that this is not a real goblin, but a life goblin created by a goblin, although the strength is still strong, but compared with the goblin, it is too much worse, at most, only half emperor strength.

"Great little goblin of holy light, I offer you a tribute according to the ancient contract."

The head of the Zhang family said humbly.

"A lot of people, it seems that you have prepared a good superlative."

The little goblin of holy light looked at the crockpot in Dillon's hand, and saliva slipped from the corner of his mouth.

The head of the Zhang family hurriedly stepped forward to take it and handed it to the Holy Light Goblin, who took a small sip and made a comfortable whirring sound, and finally the whole person fell to the ground as if he was drunk.

Seeing this scene, many hunters exclaimed.

Tianzhu looked at the Great Wizard of the White Bones, and saw that the Great Wizard of the White Bones' face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

Needless to say, Dillon thought of the Holy Light Goblin as another Ancestral Dragon.

This person is so bold, the goblin is not dead yet, but at the edge of the world, he has already seized the opportunity to make a move against the holy light goblin, but this is tantamount to offending all the hunting gods and pseudo-emperors present, even if Dillon's strength is stronger and offends the anger of the public, there is only one way to die.

"Don't worry, I'll send you into the cemetery when I've dealt with the Holy Light Goblin."

Dillon saw that there was a puppet emperor of the alien race and said sharply, "As compensation, I will slaughter the ancestral dragon for a big feast, an ancestral dragon is enough to represent my sincerity, if anyone looks down on my sincerity, even if I step forward, I only have a thousand years to live, how can I pull some cushions." ”

Feeling Dillon's killing intent at the same end, the alien puppet emperor who was originally ready to do it endured.

But this is only temporary, and if the cemetery cannot be opened, Dillon will definitely die.