While the high-level leaders of the Wing Family were arguing fiercely and offering advice on how the Wing Family would survive this difficult time, the Wing Shenlong was walking around the cabin in the mountain behind the Wing Family.

"This Lingyun Sect actually dares to threaten our Wing Family nakedly, is it really that there is no one in our Wing Family?" Thinking of Ling Xuan's arrogant and domineering face, the Winged Divine Dragon wanted to slap it over.

"That old puppet Ling Xuan actually wants to kill you! This old thing! This matter must not be finished!" Styx took shape, rolling and roaring in the cabin. Although he is sometimes quite unreliable, he was born from the Winged Dragon, and protecting the Winged Dragon is the meaning of its existence. Ling Xuan's attack on the Winged Divine Dragon was simply obliterating the meaning of its existence, which made it quite furious. If it weren't for the fear of revealing its identity, it would have wanted to twist Ling Xuan's head off with his hands.

"You said you had a way to deal with him this morning?" asked the Winged Dragon in a whisper. This is the key, if there is no way to do it, the Wing family will run away as soon as possible, and they must avoid the limelight and wait for the opportunity to make a comeback.

"Yes, even if the Platinum Warrior comes, I'll take care of you. But I can't take action directly, otherwise there is a danger of leaking the secret of heaven, and there will be endless troubles in the future. I have to rely on your body. "Hades.

"How?"

"You must awaken the Traces of the Gods. With the help of the characteristics of the Trace of the Gods, you can create a connection with my Marks of the Gods and manipulate my power. ”

The Winged Divine Dragon was surprised: "You also have the Trace of the Gods?" The Winged Dragons had always thought that the Traces of the Gods could only be possessed by living beings, and they could not imagine that non-living beings such as the Immortal could also possess them.

Shen was extremely proud, crossed his waist, his nose was raised high, and said: "Of course I have, this is specially created for me by the gods, in order to have the power to protect you when necessary." But this can only be regarded as an imitation of the Trace of the Gods, which is far less than the natural formation. ”

The Winged Divine Dragon nodded, and the more it got along with the Underworld, the more the Winged Divine Dragon felt that the Mythical Old Man was calculating. Sometimes the Winged Divine Dragon is also extremely puzzled in his heart, and he doesn't know what the mythical old man is so painstakingly arranging arrangements everywhere, and even sacrificing his soul. I'm afraid it's far from being as simple as finding a successor.

"Now that's your problem. You've been thinking about it for three days, do you dare to take my sword?"

Shen was right, the Winged Dragon thought about it for three days, and he couldn't sleep every night. He is not afraid of death, but he is afraid of death. The reason why he has the scars of the gods does not stand up to scrutiny, and he does not like to leave his life in the hands of others. However, he may have made a choice when he said this solution, and the three days of struggle were just trying to find a reason to convince himself that this method would succeed and that his life was still firmly in his hands.

Now, the Wing family has also reached the threshold of life and death, if the Lingyun Sect cannot be stopped, the Wing family will definitely be uprooted. He would never allow his grandfather to pay his life for the Wing family, which he had paid for in the slightest, to be harmed in the slightest. Therefore, the sword of the underworld, his Winged Divine Dragon is really determined.

The Winged Dragon covered his head, lay on the bed, and said helplessly: "Let's do it at night." ”

That night, the evening breeze was soft and the sky was full of stars. Standing under a large tree in the cabin, the pterosaur took a deep breath of the cool summer night breeze. Since he decided to take the sword, he has been particularly nostalgic for the bits and pieces of life, like a seriously ill patient, knowing that the time of death will come at night, and cherishing the remaining time of survival.

"It's getting late, are you ready?" the translucent body of the Pterodactyl swam around it.

The Winged Divine Dragon exhaled fiercely, and said to the Immortal with great seriousness: "Immortal, this is the last time I ask you, are you really sure?"

The dark dragon raised the dragon's head, erected himself, and said, "I believe in God." ”

The Winged Divine Dragon rubbed his face, and said silently in his heart: "Okay, if you don't awaken the Trace of the Heavenly Gods, you can't cultivate the Hongmeng Heavenly Book." Without the Hongmeng Heavenly Book, my Winged Dragon is nothing. Not to mention regaining the dignity of the Yi family from the Youtian Dynasty, even his own family can't protect it. Must be awakened! Must be awakened!"

Looking at the nervous Wing Shen Long with relish, maybe others think that the Wing God Dragon is a little afraid of death, but only it knows that this is the most real human nature, and it is also the most cautious performance, and it is also the process of gradually shaping the heart of a strong man of the Wing God Dragon. Because if you want to become a strong person, you must firmly grasp your own life in your hands, ensure full control, only the weak will hand over your life, and it is generally decided whether you are dead or alive by rolling the dice. On the contrary, if the Winged Divine Dragon does not struggle, but agrees to take a sword from it on the spot, then the Winged Divine Dragon's mentality is definitely problematic, at least extremely irresponsible for his own life.

In fact, there is one sentence that he didn't say just now, that is, he believes in the gods and the winged dragon.

After a while, the Winged Shenlong's expression gradually became firm, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Come on, it's a sword early or late, you can split it as you want." ”

The dark dragon quacked and laughed: "Don't worry, I will never kill you." After saying that, the dragon's body swam and jumped out ten meters away.

The Stygian let out a mighty dragon roar, and a fiery blue light like jade burst out from it, reflecting the small cabin in the back of the Yijia family, which was like a blue ocean. With the burst of light, the Winged Dragon only felt trembling, a vigorous force in the dark, as if it was Mount Tai pressing the top, pressed down from the air, the Winged Dragon sat cross-legged under the big tree, gritted its teeth and held on, its eyes staring at the center point that burst out of blue light. There, a brilliant azure giant sword seemed to break out of a cocoon, extending from the light, at first it was just a transparent sword tip, and then revealing a flawless sword body, the sword body continued to extend, three meters, five meters, seven meters, ten meters, until the light disappeared, and a huge azure light saber appeared.

This lightsaber is about six or seven zhang long and as wide as a zhang, transparent and crystal clear, emitting a soft azure light, which looks like a work of art. But from that sword, an extremely terrifying aura was emanating one by one, as if it could cut through everything and kill everything. Just by aiming the tip of the sword at his body, the Winged Dragon already had a feeling that its soul was about to be torn apart.

His head was actually about to be slashed by such a terrifying thing, and the Winged Dragon's face twitched, and his eyelids jumped.

"This is my sword of divine thoughts! When the divine soul is cultivated to a high depth, it can return to its roots, destroy all turbid mental power, and condense the sword of divine thoughts with supreme will, are you ready?"

The Winged Divine Dragon was ruthless, and roared with a hideous face: "If you can't awaken the trace of the gods, you can't save your family, and you can't regain your lost dignity." Men die and birds will not die for thousands of years! Fuck, come on! Lao Tzu will not die!"

Shen suddenly opened his eyes and shouted, "Look at my sword of divine thought, kill!" I saw the blue flawless giant sword in mid-air raised, and then with an indomitable momentum, as if killing the enemy, the sword mercilessly slashed down to the top of the Winged Divine Dragon's head.

This is the real hand of death! The dead have no mercy! Whether they are dead or alive depends on this sword!

The tree behind the Pterodactyl exploded to smithereens first, and then the huge pure and immaculate transparent lightsaber slashed at the Pterodactyl's head.

"Boom!" The Winged Divine Dragon directly collapsed three feet in the surrounding five zhang area, and the ground cracked. The Winged Dragon felt like it was being smashed by Wanjun Thunder, and it was like being crushed into powder by Wanzhang Stone, he screamed miserably, his head seemed to explode, and he passed out directly. At this moment, a terrifying force that was deeply precipitated in the soul of the Winged Divine Dragon, like a sleeping emperor, seemed to be enraged, and it burst out with a vigorous force, and with a "poof" sound, it directly rebounded the sword of the Stygian.

The screams of the pterosaur made the body tremble, but the next moment it screamed frantically like a person in a desperate situation seeing the hope of life again: "It's done! It's done! Traces of the gods! Traces of the gods! You little rabbit cub, you really have the marks of the gods!"

The whole person of the Winged Dragon who had passed out was suspended three feet above the ground by an inexplicable force, and a powerful coercion on his body appeared out of thin air, and this coercion even with the strength of the underworld surged a faint fear from the depths of his heart. It's not about strength, but it's like a commoner facing a high emperor, a mortal facing an omnipotent god, fear comes from blood and identity, and it climbs out from the bottom of his heart without the control of will!

With the appearance of coercion, the body of the Winged Divine Dragon suspended in the air was like a pierced container, bursting out of the crack with blazing white light, and then the blazing white light erupted from all over his body, reflecting the small cabin in the mountain behind the Wing Family, which was like daylight.

The two claws covered his eyes, shook his head and tail, and shouted: "It's so dazzling, it's so dazzling! Is this the awakening of the Celestial Scars? It's really magical!"

When the white light dissipated, the surroundings fell into darkness again, and the winged dragon that had lost its levitation fell straight down. Stygian sprang over and took the Pterodactyl and put it on the floor.

At this moment, the whole body of the Winged Divine Dragon exuded a scorching aura like freshly calcined steel, and on his forehead, a heavenly mark containing the truth of heaven and earth exuded a terrifying aura, as if it was the representative of the Heavenly Dao, walking the world and preaching on behalf of the heavens. The scar only appeared for a moment before fading and disappearing, hidden in the mind of the Winged Dragon.

At this moment, although the body of the Winged Dragon has not changed, his soul has undergone earth-shaking changes, just like a commoner who has ascended the throne at this moment and has become the emperor who dominates all beings. This is a change in essence, the soul has not changed, but the essence has changed.

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