Chapter 597: The Source of Eternal Injury

The blazing wind howled, the ground shook faintly, and some rubble fell from the cliff wall. There was a roar of a blue-scaled crocodile in the flames, and hearing this sound, Ye Qingcheng suddenly despaired.

Sure enough, within the roaring flames, a hideous giant shadow suddenly rushed out, and the blue-scaled giant crocodile was blown black, and a large number of scales peeled off. However, it was only seriously injured, not killed, and even more angry, rushing ferociously, and at the same time opening its bloody mouth to pounce on the small Ye Qingcheng.

In a panic, Ye Qingcheng still didn't close his eyes and wait for death, he immediately grabbed the last weapon beside him, a white bone spear, put the back end of it against the rock behind him, and shouted frantically: "Come on!"

"Roar!!"

With a snap of his fingers, the blue-scaled giant crocodile rushed over regardless of a single moment, seeing that it was about to devour Ye Qingcheng, but suddenly there was a "poof" sound!

Ye Qingcheng's eyes widened, and sweat slid down his cheeks.

He looked horrified, gasping heavily in the thick fishy stench. The head was still on his neck, but the body of the green scaly giant crocodile did not move.

The white bone spear stood diagonally at the bottom of the cliff, piercing directly into the upper jaw of the giant crocodile, and under its powerful impact, it pierced through its head and stabbed out. This blow killed it instantly. Its massive body was propped up, half-suspended in the air, and its body bent the bone spear.

Blood flowed down the hilt of the spear, and Ye Qingcheng crawled out with difficulty, moved his position, and leaned against the rock. The horror in his heart was like an angry wave, layer by layer.

"Thankfully, this is a simple-minded behemoth. He said happily.

At this moment, there was a strange snake sizzling sound between the rocks behind him, and his eyes opened suddenly.

A creepy, thick-armed, cyan silver-eyed viper, creeping strangely clinging to the rock, slowly turned his face. Suddenly, a cyan shadow struck like lightning and bit his neck.

............

In the Wind Dragon Palace, it is dark red and gloomy.

The blood in the abyss kept rising, rolling strangely with blood bubbles. The eighth blood-colored ghost shadow turned into a blood snake and screamed and retreated into the abyssal blood water.

Ye Qingcheng's true body always sat on the Thunder Spirit Throne, his eyes closed. However, at this time, there was a sense of pain on his face.

At this moment, a pair of blood-black ghost eyes hidden in a dark corner were revealed. It stared at Ye Qingcheng, and then turned into a hideous blood-colored snake shadow, flying suddenly. Although it was just a blood shadow, it had terrifying penetrating power, and its head drilled directly into Ye Qingcheng's neck, flicking its tail frantically, and drilling straight into his body.

Ye Qingcheng's body trembled violently, as if he was suffering from heart cramps. Eventually, the source of eternal wound, which turned into a blood snake, brutally burrowed into his body. Although he did not leave any wounds, he screamed in agony.

"Ah!!h

Outside the Wind Dragon Palace, Liu Beishui stood up suddenly, staring at the gate of the Wind Dragon Hall in horror.

It's a heart-rending sound.

Xiao Bai, who was dozing in his arms, stretched out his small index finger, pointed to the Wind Dragon Palace, and said in surprise: "Hmm!"

Xiaobai was still too young to know what was going on, but he could hear that it was Ye Qingcheng's voice.

King Jingfeng put his hands behind his head, lying on his back in the air, looking at the sky in confusion. Hearing Ye Qingcheng's roar, a touch of disappointment flashed across his face, and he said, "How long has it been since he was invaded by the first source of eternal injury? ”

"It's just one, and the eldest brother can still resist it. Liu Beishui said.

"With one, there will be more to come. King Jingfeng said: "Ten paths, a hundred paths, a thousand paths, the longer he persists, the more intense the wind dragon soul will be tortured." For it, the feast of destruction really began. ”

In the Wind Dragon Palace, Ye Qingcheng sat upright, his fists clenched and trembling, the green tendons on his forehead bulged, and his teeth were clenched. Under the ravages of this pain, he still closed his eyes and did not wake up. It's not that he doesn't want to wake up, it's that he's trapped in that illusion and can't get out!

............

Starry Sky Grassland.

The great river flows endlessly, in front of the steep cliffs. The corpse of a venomous snake appeared on the ground, its head had been flattened by stones, but its mission was accomplished.

Ye Qingcheng drooped one arm and covered his neck with the other, staggered up from the ground, and limped forward. He wanted to take a sip of water from the river, but he didn't take a few steps before he felt the world spinning, his legs were weak for a while, his swaying body leaned back slightly, and he lay heavily on his back on the ground.

At the same time, he let go of his palm, and two purple-cyan poisonous holes appeared on his neck, surrounded by large swollen cyan poisonous spots.

In an instant, the stars of the entire starry sky rotated, and the thousand-mile savanna under him fell rapidly downward in the starry sky.

A world with abundant water and grass and ancient trees is rapidly showing signs of withering. A large number of weeds began to wither, trees withered frantically, and the rushing river dried up silently, and finally turned into a dry riverbed.

This gloomy illusion enters the next reincarnation.

The withered world has come.

The beasts that infested the wild grass gradually swelled and began to increase in strength. At the same time, their fur and scales quickly dimmed, and their hearts became more and more hideous, like fierce beasts that had been burned by wildfire but were not dead.

On the depleted riverbed, Ye Qingcheng's body was also gradually growing, from seven years old to fourteen years old, his strength was increasing, and he still didn't have any spiritual power. His physique has increased many times, but he has never been able to resist the suffering of the venom in his body, his head is as dizzy as a heavy hammer, and his eyes are looking at the starry sky in a trance. The surrounding withered world exudes an eerie smell of decay.

Suddenly, a terrifying silver figure came out, and the Wind Dragon Ancestor Soul with a short-handled double sickle, carrying a broad sword on his back, walked over.

"Bang dang!" A cyan broadsword fell to Ye Qingcheng's side.

This is his first sword, Qingfeng.

At this time, he has a great physique and is a martial artist. He is proficient in the thirteen swords of the Ye family, and has many animal taming techniques.

"Do you want to continue?" Under the silver cloak, there was only a wisp of blood-colored smoke that swirled, and there was no real body.

"The second world?" Ye Qingcheng asked in a trance.

"Not bad. But in your state, being alive will only suffer endless suffering. The Wind Dragon Ancestor Soul said, "It's better to dedicate your soul to the Ancestor now." ”

"Now?" Ye Qingcheng said weakly, "You won't be disappointed?"

"So to speak. The Wind Dragon Ancestor Soul said, "Are you determined to bear it?"

"Until we defeat you!" Ye Qingcheng said.

"Haha. The Wind Dragon Ancestor Soul let out a hoarse laugh and said, "Kill all the withered beasts, and you can enter the third layer of the world!" However, every time you suffer a heavy blow here, your body will be destroyed by a source of eternal damage!"

The laughter echoed in the wind, and the silver figure vanished.

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