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There was no doubt that the Blood Drinking Knife was devouring the soul power of the White Flame Jiaolong.

The injured Tang Bao also ran to the corpse with excitement on his face at this time, and his hands formed Xuan Ao's handprints, devouring the blood power of the White Flame Jiaolong.

But what shocked He Wuxi's face, and his eyes showed a look of surprise, was another magical and strange scene.

The corpse of the White Flame Jiaolong was split in half, and at the position of the dragon's belly, there was a figure lying in the blood water.

Although the figure was hidden by blood and the dragon's belly, and it was a little unreal, it could still be distinguished that it was a boy.

At the age of about twelve or thirteen, his five-foot-tall body was a little thin, and his pale and bloodless little face was quite handsome.

What's even more peculiar is that he actually has long snow-white hair, which is scattered behind his head and sprinkled in blood.

He lay quietly on the ground, his eyes closed, and seemed to be in a deep sleep.

What made He Wuxian unbelievable the most was that the white-haired boy's body also bloomed with a white 'color' flame.

The white 'colored' flames stretched out, enveloping the corpse of the White Flame Jiaolong, and were devouring the power of the White Flame Jiaolong.

He was actually competing with the Blood Drinker for the soul power of the White Flame Jiaolong!

Not only that, He Wuxian also clearly sensed that the speed at which the Blood Drinking Knife absorbed the soul power was many times slower than that of the white-haired boy!

At this moment, He Wuxian's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and his eyes stared at the quiet and sleeping white-haired boy, his mind full of questions.

How did that boy emerge from the belly of the White Flame Dragon?

Why does he have long snow-white hair? He can still devour the power of the White Flame Dragon, and even the Blood Drinking Knife can't snatch him?

At the same time, He Wuxian thought of the previous question and guessed the answer in his heart.

"The system determined that the White Flame Jiaolong was a sixth-level demon beast and a pseudo-ninth-level demon beast, could it be because the white-haired boy devoured its power and guided it to transform from a ninth-level demon beast to a sixth-level demon beast?"

This may sound absurd, but it is very plausible.

But this is just He Wuxian's conjecture, and it is still an unknown mystery, and only the white-haired boy can explain it clearly.

After pondering for a while, He Wuxian decided to step forward to find out.

Carrying the blood-drinking knife, he walked to the position of the dragon's belly vigilantly, and looked at the sleeping white-haired boy condescendingly.

The white-haired boy was asleep, his expression was calm and serene, his long snow-white hair was spread behind his head, and he wore a black 'colored' necklace around his neck and a snow-white crescent moon pendant.

Although his white hair looked a little demonic, except for his aura being a little cold, he did not exude an evil aura on his body. （wwW.800book）

He Wuxian sensed it with his divine sense, and was surprised to find that he couldn't detect the white-haired boy's strength realm, let alone the aura of Yuan Li.

There are only two possibilities for this to happen.

The white-haired boy's strength is very weak, and he has not cultivated the Yuan Force, or the white-haired boy's strength is too strong, and He Wuxian can't detect it.

For these two possibilities, He Wuxian undoubtedly chooses to believe in the latter.

Because the white-haired boy was able to devour the soul power of the White Flame Jiaolong, even the blood-drinking knife couldn't snatch him.

How could such a person be a weak person who had not cultivated Yuan Force?

Intuition tells sù that there is no hatred, this white-haired boy not only has a mysterious origin, but also must be very strong!

Thinking of this, he opened the scouting map and used the identification technique on the white-haired boy.

He believed that under the magical identification technique, the secrets and strength of this white-haired boy would definitely be completely hidden, and all of them would be exposed!

"Ding! Identification failed!"

Hearing this system prompt, He Wuxian was shocked in his heart, and his face was full of surprise.

He never expected that even Tang Bao's dragon bloodline could be identified by a hundred attempts in the identification technique, but he could not identify the secrets and strength of the white-haired boy.

He Wuxian, who was unwilling, used the identification technique on the white-haired boy again.

"Ding! Identification failed!"

Another identification failure!

He Wuxian used the identification technique several times again, and the results were undoubtedly the same, all of them failed.

This time, He Wuxian was really shocked, and his heart was full of surprise.

This white-haired boy looks like a harmless little boy who doesn't have any strong momentum, how can he not identify any information about him?

At this moment, the Blood Drinking Knife had finished absorbing the soul power and condensed a sword soul.

Now, He Wuxian had to give up using the identification technique on the white-haired boy and listen to the system prompt.

"Ding! Successfully trigger the sword soul of the divine weapon special effect, absorb the soul power of the white flame dragon, and condense a dragon flame sword soul!"

"Dragon Flame Sword Soul: As soon as the Dragon Flame came out, it shocked the world, and thousands of miles of rivers and mountains turned into glaciers. Blade Soul Effect: Dragon Flame Seal. ”

Before, He Wuxian was still worried, afraid that the soul power of the White Flame Jiaolong would be snatched away by the white-haired boy, but now that the Blood Drinking Knife had finally condensed a sword soul, he was relieved.

At this time, Tang Bao had completely devoured the bloodline power of the White Flame Jiaolong, and his face 'revealed' a look of ecstasy.

There is no doubt that Tang Bao has gained great benefits.

After obtaining the Demon Sealing Axe before, he had changed into the appearance of a dark dragonman, not only did his strength skyrocket, he was promoted to six levels in a row, but the purity of the dragonman's bloodline also reached one-tenth.

Now, with the bloodline of the Dark Dragonman, after devouring the bloodline power of this dragon, not only did the strength realm soar to the eighth-level martial artist, but the purity of the Dragonman's bloodline also increased significantly, reaching one-fifth of the purity.

Subsequently, the corpse of the white flame dragon, which was as huge as a hill, was devoured and only a pile of black ash remained, and there were no bones left.

In the midst of this pile of black ashes, two sparkling things lay quietly.

An uncle the size of a watermelon, and a scales the size of a basin.

He Wuxian stretched out his hand to release a piece of Yuan Force, then held the watermelon uncle in his hand and looked at it carefully.

This uncle is the dragon crystal of the White Flame Jiaolong, which is equivalent to the demon pill of ordinary demon beasts, with a blazing white 'color' all over its body, exuding a powerful 'yin' cold aura.

Holding this uncle, He Wuxian really breathed a sigh of relief, and a relieved smile appeared on his face.

Because this uncle is the uncle of the dragon spirit who he came to the Longling ruins with great difficulty to find!

And the other black 'colored' scales that shimmered with a cold brilliance also attracted He Wuxie's attention.

The White Flame Dragon has turned into flying ashes, and all the bones and scales have disappeared, why is this scale intact?

After putting away Uncle Long Ling, He Wuxian looked at the scale and found that this scale not only exuded a cold and cold aura, but also was extremely hard.

"The dragon has reverse scales, which are the hardest and most precious of all the scales in the body, could it be that this dragon scale is the reverse scale of the White Flame Dragon?"

He didn't hate to think like this in his heart, so he wanted to pick up the dragon scales.

At this moment, the white-haired boy, who had been sleeping quietly, suddenly opened his eyes.

At that moment, He Wuhan couldn't help but shudder, only to feel that the temperature in the air seemed to have dropped to the extreme.

His body tensed instantly, like a thorn in his back, his right hand clenched the blood-drinking knife, slowly turned his head, and looked at the white-haired boy cautiously.

After the white-haired boy opened his eyes, he sat up quietly, looking at Yiqiē in front of him with a confused and suspicious look.

His eyes were no different from ordinary people, a pair of big eyes were clear and clear, and there was a little blankness in the black 'colored' pupils.

He Wuxian looked at the white-haired boy with complicated eyes, speculating in his heart about how to 'communicate'.

The two looked at each other calmly, and neither spoke.

At this moment, Tang Bao, who was full of joy, noticed the strangeness in the field, and immediately shouted in surprise: "Wow, Da Shao, what's going on? Why did a white-haired boy suddenly appear?"

Tang Bao's characteristic loud voice 'door' alarmed the white-haired boy.

Fortunately, after the white-haired boy was alarmed, he just tilted his head slightly, looked at Tang Bao calmly and indifferently, and his sword-like eyebrows frowned slightly, revealing a trace of doubt, confusion and confusion.

He seemed to feel dazed and suspicious about the qiē in front of him, but he was very calm and indifferent, and would not 'reveal' his superfluous curiosity.

Because of the white-haired boy's extremely peculiar way of appearance, as well as the mysterious origin and information that can't even be identified by identification, He Wuxi's mood is very complicated.

He didn't know, whether the white-haired boy was friend or foe?

However, the white-haired boy sat quietly on the ground and did not speak, and both sides always needed one person to open the ** stream first.

So, He Wuxian stretched out his left hand towards him, and a kind smile appeared on his face.

"I'll help you up!"

A gentle voice, a kind smile, and a firm and powerful palm all convey a message of kindness.

The white-haired boy stared at He Wuxian's expression and left hand, and the indifference in his eyes gradually dissipated.

After hesitating for a moment, he finally reached out and grabbed He Wuxian's warm palm, and stood up from the ground.

The moment the palms touched, He Wuxian and the white-haired boy froze at the same time, feeling different temperatures, passing each other from each other's palms.

An extremely cold aura emanated from the palm of the white-haired boy.

What made He Wuxian feel as if he was holding not a human hand, but a piece of cold ice in the deep pool, the piercing coldness penetrated directly from his palm to the bottom of his heart.

The white-haired boy was also frightened, and after standing up, he hurriedly 'withdrew' his hand, and then looked at his hand in a daze, feeling the residual warmth of his palm.

It seemed that he had never been exposed to this warm feeling, and there was a strange light in his calm eyes.

At this point, He Wuxian was a little relieved, at least this mysterious and eccentric white-haired boy did not show any hostility.

This is undoubtedly a good thing, since he is not an enemy, why not hate put away the blood-drinking knife, and introduced himself to the white-haired boy with a kind face.

"My name is He Wuxian, what's your name, how can you be in the belly of the White Flame Jiaolong?"

It's a pity that the white-haired boy didn't seem to understand his words, and looked at him quietly, with a trace of confusion and doubt on his face.

"Hey, hello little brother, my name is Tang Bao, nicknamed Sugar Bun, can you understand me?"

Tang Bao also ran over with curiosity on his face, smiling and stretching out his hand.

However, the white-haired boy looked at Tang Bao calmly, did not shake hands with him, and still did not say a word.

He Wuxian tried a few more times, making various gestures while speaking, trying to communicate with the white-haired boy.

Although the white-haired boy could understand some of his gestures, he couldn't understand his words, and he kept pursing his lips and not speaking.

In the end, He Wuxian was sure that the white-haired boy really couldn't speak, and he couldn't understand the common language of the Eastern Wilderness Continent.

"Well, even if you can't speak and can't understand us, you'll have to have a name. ”

"You came out of the body of the White Flame Dragon, how about your name being White Flame in the future?"

Hearing this, the white-haired boy was silent for a moment, and nodded as if he didn't understand.