Chapter 8 Chapter 008 How to Train Your Dragon

Boom!

"Qixuan, Taishan, Chong!" Tomb looked at the hideous and bloody Grantham, smiled disdainfully, slammed his right fist, and the yellow light wrapped around the fist, turning into a huge pillar of light and blasting against the dragon's claws, knocking it down again.

“...... Vv”

Timothy's weak voice rang out.

Thundered!

Thunder and lightning intertwined, forming a giant thunder hand, barely holding Grantham, and then the giant hand changed rapidly, gathering in front of Grantham like flowing water.

Grantham held the lightning in his right hand, and the lightning condensed, and a thunder spear appeared in his hand.

Rumble!

The dragon's wings flapped violently, the spear escaped with a little lightning and wrapped his body, and Grantham, dressed in a thunder cloak, rushed to the somewhat impatient tomb again.

"Trouble. The tomb frowned as he saw Grantham striking again, and his right hand was directly against the spear that had been thrown.

The spear was captured, began to swell, and countless thunderbolts erupted from its body, and the spear began to crumble from the tip of the spear with a hard blow.

Jingle bell~

Crimson light flowed through the tomb's right hand, and with the sound of wind chimes, the tomb held the scarlet death.

Swish!

In the thunderstorm that has not yet been triggered, the crimson light flashes, and the thunder and lightning shrink rapidly like a leaking balloon, turning into a stream of thunder and light flowing into the afterlife.

Seeing this, Grantham's pupils shrank and he drank heavily.

“Lch！”

The huge body of more than 100 meters skyrocketed in vain, 200 meters, 300 meters...... Eight hundred meters, even the blood of the earth on his body covered the wings, replacing the translucent light armor.

The dragon's claws, like Optimus Pillars, grabbed straight at the tomb with disdain.

Choke!

"Roar!"

The afterlife slashed fiercely at the blood-red dragon armor, and the blood of the earth was broken through a terrible scar in the afterlife, but it failed to break through the thickness of the armor.

The devouring of the dead and the self-healing of the blood of the earth were stalemate, and the tomb easily resisted the body of the dragon that covered the sky.

Xiaoxin stepped back. ”

Dodging the attack of the dragon's claws, the tomb let go of her left arm, Xiaoxin obediently obeyed, holding the frightened little fox girl on her face, and retreated to the side with her white wings.

Rumble!

"Qixuan, Taishan, Condensing ......" The crystal yellow wrapped the tomb's left hand, turning into a huge palm, blasting away the other dragon claw that Grantham had drawn, and his left foot was pressed on the armor that was being devoured by the dead, and his body flew back.

Wow~

The blade of the deceased blade turned into thousands of crimson filaments and quickly extended, and then began to build again, turning into a giant horse chopping knife more than three hundred meters long, slashing at the dragon in front of him with a strange whining sound.

“So Gut Qnxc Opsesz...... Vv！”

Phew!

The crimson was scattered, and the huge wound was fiercely imprinted on Grantham's chest, and if it weren't for the stout dragon-shaped chains behind him that emitted thunder, they would have split him in half with a single sword.

Rumble!

Grantham slammed down on the shattered ground, blood flowing from his chest, and the blood of the earth sucked the fiery dragon's blood as it grew long spikes that bent and snapped the wound together, barely saving Grantham's life.

Boom!

"Cough, cough, cough, cough......" Tomb hunched over and stood in the depression he had smashed, coughing up blood from his mouth.

"Brother, you, it's okay, right......" Xiaoxin fell beside the tomb, looking at the bloodless tomb, and couldn't stop panicking in her heart.

“Mu Ha Su La Ta Te Te Ku Er Mi Ji Song ...... Te Ya！”

Yun Yu's eager voice sounded, and a soft pillar of white light shrouded the tomb's body, but it had no effect.

"How could it be!" Yun Yu looked at the tomb that kept coughing up blood, and his heart was very anxious.

Just when the two of them were in a hurry, the tomb's long, narrow pupils that glowed red gradually turned back to black.

"Ahem, ahem. ”

After spitting out the remaining blood in his mouth, the tomb straightened up, wiped the bright red from the corners of his mouth, took a long breath, and waved his hand.

"It's okay, it's old. ”

Yun Yu looked at the tomb that no longer coughed up blood, breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately asked seriously: "Tomb, is it really okay?"

"It's fine. ”

Looking at the tomb that she didn't care about, Yun Yu could only sigh silently, after all, even the Praise of Light could not be cured, and even if there was a problem, it was not something she could handle.

"Brother......" Xiaoxin looked at the tomb worriedly.

Touching Xiaoxin's dark hair, the tomb said softly: "Xiaoxin, these two big lizards will be handed over to you, you can do whatever you want." ”

"Roar!"

"Dragons will never give in!" said Timothy roared furiously before Xiaoxin could reply.

As he spoke, he saw that his eyes turned into a dazzling blue-purple, and blue-purple lightning burst out from the dragon's body, wrapping towards the dragon's body, and after a while, it turned into a huge blue-purple thunderball, which was full of cracks, expanding and contracting uneasily, as if it would explode in the next moment.

Phew!

Before the thunderball exploded, the tomb threw himself into it, and within half a second, the thunderball began to collapse, revealing Timothy with a tired face.

Timothy's eyes showed unwillingness, and he wanted to directly detonate the dragon crystal, but suddenly saw the pair of demonic vertical pupils, and murmured in disbelief.

"Dragon...... The Lord of the Dragon Tomb looked at the suddenly quiet dragon, and the tomb was a little puzzled, but it also quietly removed the death on Timothy's forehead.

Looking at the tomb's eyes, I felt the faint but overly familiar aura.

'How is it possible, how could the Lord of the Dragon Tomb be here, no, no, no, it's not him, the Lord of the Dragon Tomb has never left the Dragon Soul Graveyard. ’

"Are you a dragon?" asked Timothy as he walked towards the tomb.

"Dragons?"

"I don't know, you...... Know me?" the tomb was a little uneasy and hesitant, after all, the tomb was not sure if he had ever been to the underworld.

"No, I just sense that your breath belongs to the dragons, but more information is strangely incomprehensible. ”

"Yes. The tomb was silent in disappointment, for a long time, shook his head slightly, suppressed his doubts in his heart, and stopped thinking about it, after all, he didn't have much hope in the first place.

The tomb turned to his sister and asked again, "Xiaoxin, how are you going to play?"

Xiaoxin thought for a while and said, "Hmm~ walking, I'm too tired, I think, sit on him, ...... on my back"

Timothy heard that his pupils shrank and his face changed greatly, and he wanted to refute, but he suddenly felt a deep malice, and he turned his eyes to see that the tomb was looking at him, and the crimson vertical pupils made the words that were about to be shouted hold in his heart.

Boom!

The huge dragon's head hit the ground, smashing out a lot of holes, and Timothy was like an ostrich, out of sight and out of mind.

"Yun Yu, sister, ......" Looking at the two dragons in a seriously injured state, Xiaoxin was a little distressed and turned her head to look at Yun Yu.

Yun Yu saw Xiaoxin, who frowned slightly and was a little distressed, and understood it, and couldn't help but say, "Don't worry, it's on me." ”

“Mu Ha Su La Ta Te Te Ku Er Mi Ji Song ...... Te Ya！”

A white halo enveloped the badly wounded body, the wound shone brightly, tiny granulations connected to each other, internal organs gradually repaired, and tough dragon scales began to grow, and in a few moments Timothy and Grantham were intact.

"Whew!"

"Roar, bastard, I'm going to kill ......" Grantham, who had just recovered, suddenly woke up, his eyes wide open, and roared wildly.

Boom!

Before he could finish speaking, Grantham's high head was slapped into the earth by Timothy's claws.

"Timothy, what are you doing!" Grantham asked, pulling his head out of the dirt and facing Timothy.

Timothy raised his dragon claw and pointed at the tomb, saying.

"Feel it carefully, breath. ”

Grantham lowered his head and saw the tomb standing on the ground, and his muscles tensed, but he did not make a move, but followed Timothy's prompts and silently watched the tomb.

Then Grantham felt a faint but familiar sensation in his heart.

"Dragon, Dragon Tomb ......?"

"Strange, the breath is wrong, and why is it so weak, you are injured?"

Compared to Timothy's rough senses, Grantham noticed the slight difference.

"No, when I fought with you before, my breath wasn't strong, otherwise I wouldn't have recognized you, do you need help?"

"Won't fight?" Tomb looked at Grantham, who had changed his attitude in an instant, a little puzzled.

"He's used to being beaten, and you're a dragon, so you can't afford to lose. Timothy saw the tomb's confusion, and spat out an electric spark from his mouth, disdainful.

When Grantham heard this, he flicked his tail angrily and knocked Timothy into the air again.

"You've got so many injuries that I can't even sense your breath. ”

“Lch！”

Airplanes~

As he spoke, Grantham looked around, and his huge body of eight hundred meters began to shrink rapidly, gradually shrinking to more than forty meters.

"Let's go, get to my back, it's too messy, find a place to heal you. ”

"It's changed, it's smaller. Xiaoxin looked at the smaller Grantham, her eyes lit up.

The tomb touched Xiaoxin's head and jumped onto Grantham's back with her sister in her arms.

Grantham is not averse to Xiaoxin sitting on his back, in his opinion, Xiaoxin is just a pet raised in the tomb, just like the little Wu Song he raised.

Just then, the chime sounded again.

Bite~

The number of Trials drops to one-half, and Siege mode ends.

The remaining Underworld trialists: 2,476 people.

The remaining trialists of the Origin Realm: 12,524 people.

The Nether Inheritor is still alive.

......

"Why is the Source Realm Trialist so good this time, it's only been a long time, and the siege is over!" Timothy flew to Grantham's side, looked at his companion with the human on his back, breathed a sigh of relief, and then said with some incomprehension.

Grantham was also a little confused.

"How do I know?"

Then, as if something suddenly came to mind.

"By the way, I haven't introduced myself yet, my name is Grantham Burton, Helldragon, this stupid dragon is called ......"

The tomb, sitting on Grantham's back, felt his body tremble, and he saw Grantham being struck by Timothy's dragon head, almost touching the ground.

"Grantham, I've put up with you for a long time. Timothy gasped for breath and continued, "My name is Timothy Adair, and I am also from the Prison Dragons. ”

(Flickering endlessly, to be continued...... ）