The dazzling red light turned into silk threads and poured into Albert's body along the pores, gathering together and enveloping the soul. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 Immediately after, his soul suddenly turned into a miniature red dragon and started a desperate struggle with the demon soul wrapped in evil aura.

"Damn bastard, you're not mortal!Who are you, this conspirator?Why do you have the breath of Ying Long?" The soul wrapped in the evil breath, the hysterical roar, the other party must be deceiving him, deliberately luring him into the bait, he thought to himself.

In the face of the dragon flame of the mini red dragon, the demonic qi he had always been proud of turned out to be weak. The mini red dragon launched an attack on its own, and each small breath could dim the demonic aura a little.

The demon soul has long since lost the heart to resist, and only wants to escape as soon as possible.

He knew very well that no one could defeat Ying Long except for the Demon King, and the strength of his bloodline was not something he could compete with at all. Although this weak mortal has only a trace of Ying Dragon blood in his body and has not yet fully awakened, his power cannot be underestimated. Especially now, the demon has lost its body, leaving only a wisp of broken remnant soul, and there is no strength left.

Listening to the words of the evil spirit, Albert wondered in his heart.

There is no doubt that he has the blood of the red dragon, but why does the evil soul say that it is the power of Ying Long, it is the first time he has heard of this unfamiliar word, what is Ying Long? Is it another name for a dragon or some kind of magical beast?

Before he had time to think about it, the demon soul was already planning to flee back into the black broken branch that carried his remnant soul. It took advantage of Albert's stunned ability to get rid of the miniature red dragon, but before he could escape far, he was desperate to find that Albert's skin emitted a faint red light, containing the terrifying power of the dragon, blocking his way.

"Stop, child, I'm willing to help you ascend to the Most High God! ”

The Demon Soul changed direction, dodging the breath of the miniature red dragon. It shouted. While fleeing in a hurry, the calmness just now has long since disappeared, replaced by despair and fear.

Albert was stunned, suspecting he had misheard, "God?" he asked. "You just mentioned the Supreme God?"

"Yes, true God. As long as you don't kill me!" The Demon Soul said firmly, but the speed of escape was not slow at all, "Trust me, I can do it, I am one of the four great demon generals under the command of the Demon King, the Lord of the Ancient Demon God, and I swear by the name of the proud Demon General!"

Albert gasped for breath and couldn't help but pound his heart.

The true Nine Gods stand side by side with the Four-Colored Dragon King, and are the supreme rulers of the Atlantis. Rulers and stewards over all things, can destroy a small kingdom with a single move.

However, it didn't take long, almost the next second, for Albert to calm down.

"Die in peace!" Albert said in a cold tone. He was very moved, but he also knew very well that the devil's words must not be believed. If he gives the demon soul a respite because of greed. What awaits him is likely death.

He didn't think the demons would be good people, even though they had no grievances before.

"Damn reptile, weak mortal, I'm the Dreaddemon of the Demon God! The supreme being! If you push me to a dead end, I'll definitely pull you in! If you stop now, I can still take the blame. And help you become a god, whether you live or die, you decide!" The evil spirit-enveloped soul roared hysterically in anger.

"Go to Hell and report to your Demon God, Supreme Demon General. This era is no longer yours. Faced with the threat of the Dreaded Demon General, Albert said with a sneer, without the slightest fear or hesitation in his heart.

He believed that if the Dreaddemon fought to the death, he might be in danger, but if he stopped attacking because of this, he would surely die instantly. It's all death, it's better to gamble, put your life on the line, and gamble, maybe there is a glimmer of life.

With the help of the unsubdued power of awakening, the miniature red dragon transformed by Albert's soul launched a frenzied attack, and the frequency of attacks became more and more frequent, leaving the Dreaddemon general powerless, and the latter could only flee in all directions, while continuing to threaten and lure, trying to convince Albert.

But Albert had already made up his mind to focus on the attack, deaf to the words of the Dreadlord.

As time passed, the demonic energy surrounding the Dreaddemon became thinner and darker. One of them could be faintly seen, wearing black armor and green fangs, and looking about the same as the Dreaded Tree Demon.

Is this what the Dreadlord really looks like? Could this Dreaddemon be the creator of the Dreadtree Demon? He thought of the legend of the formation of the Death Rainforest.

The Dreaddemon General was ashamed, and he couldn't imagine that he, who was once so powerful and famous, would be fleeing like a rat crossing the street today. The murderous intent in his heart surged, and the hidden ferocity was completely aroused.

"I have caused the heavens and the earth to be upheaval, and the world has fallen into fear because of me," he shouted, "I am a noble demon!

He inhaled what little demonic qi he had left, and his body swelled like a leather ball. Immediately after, his body suddenly burst, forming an unstoppable shockwave that raged through Albert's body, leaving his body in tatters.

The mini red dragon transformed into a soul tried its best to resist, but to no avail, and the self-detonating shockwave of the Dreaddemon General was devastating all the way, even the power of dragon flame and awakening could not resist this invincible and incomparably huge energy.

"Ah!" Albert roared, struggling to endure the pain that was more unbearable than heartbreaking.

The feeling of dizziness continued to sink over Albert's eyelids, and his sense of self-protection was conveying a command to his senses to sleep and escape the pain.

But Albert's will to survive told him that he must not close his eyes at this moment, and if he fell asleep at this time, he would fall into darkness forever and never be able to wake up again.

This is the battle between him and himself, the battle of the will to survive and the sense of self-preservation, there is no smoke and fire, there is no sword and sword, but it is the most difficult battle in his life, the fierce battle between the soul and the body. If you are not careful, you will never recover.

After some time, Albert finally breathed a sigh of relief, and the Dreaddemon General's self-detonation shockwave stopped, and his body regained its calm, but his body was also on the verge of collapse.

Where the shock wave has raged. The blood vessels have collapsed, the bones have been broken, the internal organs have been broken, the muscles have not been spared, they have been torn into pieces, and the whole person is as shriveled as a dry corpse.

Albert's soul is separated from the miniature red dragon and returns to the sea of knowledge. Flesh and soul are one. The body has been damaged so greatly, and the soul is also not immune at this moment, and it has also been greatly implicated.

Albert, who was relaxed, went dark and passed out. After overcoming his sense of self-preservation, the Dreaddemon General's self-detonation shockwave stopped, and his will to survive could no longer sustain him to remain conscious.

But he had held out until the last moment, and Albert could not do anything about what happened next. It can only be left to the power of the bloodline and the heavens to decide.

Thankfully, the benevolent sun god did not abandon Albert. The power of the bloodline did not disappoint him either. As if it had a consciousness of its own, the miniature red dragon flapped its wings and flew around inside him, sending countless points of light along the way.

The mini red dragon is extremely fast, and its body shrinks by one point with each lap it flies. In a few breaths, the miniature red dragon had disappeared without a trace, and Albert's body was covered with a layer of small dots of light filled with the dragon's power.

Small dots of light that emitted a soft shimmer melted into Albert's internal organs, blood vessels, and bones. In the muscles, his entire body became crystal clear, nourishing and repairing his tattered and wrecked body.

Visceral regeneration, vascular continuity, bone restructuring, muscle healing. In a matter of moments, Albert's withered and shriveled body was restored to its original state, rejuvenated, and even strengthened.

The dragon's scales grew wildly, and in the blink of an eye, they were all over Albert's body, and his injuries were all gone, but he still didn't wake up. The point of light did not disappear because of this, and still strengthened his body.

It makes his internal organs stronger, his blood vessels stronger, his bones harder, and his muscles stronger. Every cell, every drop of blood, contains surging vitality.

After a long time, Albert woke up, sat up, and felt the amazing power contained in his body, and his heart was full of joy. clenched his fist, and his strength at this time was more than twice as strong as before. Albert calmed down, carefully realized the exact change in strength, and was even more overjoyed, almost wanting to shout. His physical strength directly broke through from the nine-star level to the first level of the king rank, and he had improved by a whole rank, which was almost a miracle. The only fly in the ointment is that his magic power has not improved at all.

Blessings in disguise, blessings and misfortunes depend on each other, and it is true, Albert secretly said in his heart, and remembered that Muller's father once said to him, "Only after a violent storm can the most brilliant rainbow be seen." ”

"I'm going to have to go find Natalie and Gabrielle, and I don't know where those big guys were, so why didn't I take advantage of his injuries?" Albert muttered to himself, retracting his thoughts.

He felt a little strange in his heart, and then shook his head self-deprecatingly, it was lucky that he didn't die, and there was no need to explore the reason.

Albert was about to leave, but as soon as he stood up, he sat back on the ground in fright, and his scalp was tingling. He saw more than a dozen dreaded tree demons ten meters tall, surrounded him in the middle, crouched on the ground, and stared at him.

smiled bitterly in his heart, he was too careless, too carried away, surrounded by so many big guys, he didn't even notice it.

Of course, this is not entirely to blame Albert, the Dreaded Tree Demon is basically no different from a tree except for its limbs and facial features, who cares about a tree in the woods? Albert gave himself a pale reason to explain his carelessness.

"What do you want to do?" Albert looked at one of the dreaded tree demons, his words a little lacking.

He believes that these big guys are by no means joining in the fun, "I apologize for my previous actions. "He said, there are so many fear tree demons here, if you provoke these big guys, even if he has a hundred lives, he will definitely die.

"Whoa. The Dreadtree Demon was stunned, scratched his head, looked confused, looked at his companion and said something obscure.

"Bang Bang Gollum!"

"Giggle!"

Albert looked at the big guys, seemed to be arguing, and did not pay any attention to him, but quietly stood up and crept to the side, trying to leave the place that made him uneasy.

"Smack!" a dreaded tree demon noticed Albert's actions and yelled, reaching out his palm to block Albert's path.

The other Dreaded Tree Demons stopped arguing and swarmed up, stretching out their palms to form a palm cage that enveloped Albert.

Albert was in the cage of his palms, and his hanging heart was relaxed, and these dreaded tree demons only imprisoned him, but did not harm him, indicating that his life was not in danger, at least not for the time being.

But why did these Dreaded Tree Demons do this? The black severed branch was no longer on him, could it be that they were hiding in the broken branch, the soul of the Dreaddemon General?

That's right, it must be.

If the Dreadtree Demons knew that he had killed the Dreadlord, would they kill themselves in a fit of rage?

Thinking of this, Albert's heart became uneasy again, and he began to think of a way to escape. The Dreaddemons have all been defeated, and it would be too embarrassing to die at the hands of his heirs.

Now he didn't even know where he was, and for a road idiot, the Death Rainforest was like a maze full of dangers, and if he walked around, he might even be trapped here, let alone find Natalie and Gabriel.

He seemed to be in a dead end.

As Albert struggled to find a way to escape, the ground suddenly shook violently, and the Dreadtree Demon withdrew his hand, releasing his confinement.

Albert was stunned, looked up, and was shocked to see a dreaded tree demon as tall as a mountain, thirty meters high, and as huge as a mountain, walking towards him with heavy steps.

Every time this dreaded tree demon took a step, it was like a great earthquake.

At the same time, the other Dreadtree Demons were all half-kneeling on the ground, their faces respectful. Obviously, the status of the Dreaded Tree Demons who came was much higher than that of the other kind, and they should be the leaders of these Dreaded Tree Demons.

At this moment, Albert's mood hit rock bottom.

The strength of the Dread Tree Demon is directly proportional to its size, and the ten-meter-tall Dread Tree Demon has the strength of the primary level of the king rank, so how strong is this thirty-meter-tall Dread Tree Demon?

Looking at the leader of the Dreadtree Demon who was getting closer and closer to him, Albert's heart calmed down. He no longer thinks about how to escape at the moment, he can't escape anyway, it's better to see what the other party wants to do. At least he was safe for the time being, otherwise he would have died at the hands of this group of guys.

(To be continued.) )