In the end, the Battle Heart Divine Pill, which had been passed down in the Wing Family for hundreds of years, still fell into the mouth of the Wing Divine Dragon.

This Battle Heart Divine Pill is spread by everyone in the Yi family, and it is mysterious. It is said that the ancestor of the Wing family who entered the realm of Shinto only left three ancestral teachings except for one Battle Heart Divine Pill when he sat down, and one of the ancestral teachings was that within four hundred years, no one was allowed to use the Battle Heart Divine Pill.

Shinto master, that is a terrifying existence that there is probably no one in the entire Heavenly Wind Kingdom, and the pill butt he deliberately left behind knows that the medicinal effect is amazing. Since the generation of the ancestors, the name of the Wing Heart Divine Pill has grown calluses in their ears, and countless clansmen covet this pill, but even at the most critical moment, when the Wing family is the most down, no one dares to disobey the ancestral teachings of the ancestors, hundreds of years ago when the Wing family was defeated and the Wing Ancestral Tower was occupied by the Youtian Dynasty, the Wing family desperately snatched out this pill related to the ancestral teachings, and has been guarding the ancestral teachings until now.

However, this generation encountered Yi Nantian, a stubborn donkey who was not afraid of heaven and earth, and the three elders couldn't suppress him, so this ancestral precept was broken.

Watching that strange elixir slip into the mouth of the pterodactyl,

Yi Nantian said silently in his heart: "Little guy, grandpa can only do this for you, whether you live or die, just leave it to fate." ”

"Father! there is a reaction!" "Wing Mother Shen screamed in surprise.

Sure enough, as soon as the elixir slid into the mouth of the Wing Divine Dragon, a light blue light wave slowly rippled out of his body, gradually expanding, and a thrust slowly pushed Yi Nantian and the Wing Mother backwards.

Yi Nantian actually didn't know much about the effect of this pill, because the Yi family had not mentioned the effect of this pill from generation to generation, and the reason why he gave it to Wing Shenlong was also to hold a dead horse as a live horse doctor. Now it seems that this elixir may really have the miraculous effect of healing.

In any case, it's good to have a reaction, but I'm afraid that there will be no reaction!

"Let's wait outside. Look at this situation, the divine pill is in play. Let this little cub have a good rest. Yi Nantian said to the Shen family.

Shen nodded, turned around and followed Yi Nantian out of the room.

A blue light finally spread throughout the room.

In fact, Yi Nantian was wrong. That "Battle Heart Divine Pill" did not have any healing effect.

As Dr. Xu said, even if a golden warrior is seriously injured like the Winged Dragon, it is ten deaths. The Winged Dragon held on for half an hour in one breath, and its heart, which was still immature, finally stopped beating. At this time, if there is no accident, when Yi Nantian opens the door again, what he sees is a corpse that has begun to stiffen, and if there is no accident, the name of the Wing Shenlong will soon be engraved on the tombstone and become history.

The pterosaurus was in a trance and heard the whispers of countless people in his ears, and the scenes passed in front of him, and there seemed to be a huge light in the sky, and in the fog, a trance immediately woke up, and he sat up.

A slightly sarcastic voice sounded faintly beside him.

"Hehe, under the gods, they are all ants. Those who have a good fate can survive, and those who have a bad fate die without a cause. What a sorrow!" The voice was soft, but it seemed to have infinite magic.

The winged dragon was moved, and he turned his head to look, only to see that in the center of the room, as if it had existed there for eternity, a faint old figure with a pipe in his mouth, sitting leisurely with his legs crossed on a leisurely chair that seemed to be nothing. This old man has a vast sky, a plump forehead, a full head of white hair, a beard hanging down to his chest, and the wrinkles carved by the Dao Sword, Frost and Sword on his face not only do not make him look old, but give him a charm that has been brewed by time. The most charming and aura is that pair of eyes, as if after thousands of years of vicissitudes, there is a power to penetrate the world.

The Wing God Dragon Sword frowned slightly, and his mind was a little trance.

"The world is a chessboard, and the world is a chess piece. At the end of the game, the chess pieces are dead and wounded, and the chess player is the one who stands in the sky. Heaven and earth are a furnace, a hundred refining cast divine soldiers, the day the divine soldiers are born, the blood will flow like a river, and the people who shed blood are people like you. The old man pinched his pipe in his hand and lit the back of the Winged Dragon.

The Winged Dragon looked back, and was shocked into a cold sweat, only to see a young man lying on his back a few steps away from the bed, his body was broken, covered in blood, and that slightly immature handsome face was not him?

The Winged Divine Dragon hurriedly looked at himself, but found that he was covered in blue light, as if it was made of blue light, and there was not a single piece of flesh and blood.

"Is this what it's called a soul, am I already dead?" the pterodactyl looked at the familiar figure on the bed in a daze. What a short life! What a funny life! Dead or dead, it was over.

The old man stood up, squatted in front of the Winged Dragon, smoked his transparent pipe, spewed out a cloud of empty smoke, looked at the Winged Dragon, and said: "Little guy, why are you so depressed? Let me guess, is it because of your own incompetence? You are young and ambitious, amazingly talented, you stepped into the peak of the mortal realm at the age of nine, and countless people's praise and touting pushed you to the altar, but in the end you found that you were born a waste, unable to break through the door, and were expelled from the mountain gate, with no dignity at all, and the Wing family was full of shame. Your heart is higher than the sky, your life is thinner than paper, and you are as small as an ant, and you even feel that you have no value in existence. Am I right?"

The old man saw the twists and turns of the Winged Dragon with his own eyes, as if he had spread out his palms on several palms. His words were like a nail, piercing into the heart of the Winged Dragon, and like throwing a boulder into his heart lake, causing an uproar, making his eyes gradually move from depression and numbness to shock. No one has ever known him to such an extent, and no one's words have penetrated into his heart so much. His heart is higher than the sky, and his life is thinner than paper, which is a true portrayal of his condition!

The Winged Dragon calmed down, stared at the old man with blazing eyes, and said, "Who are you, what do you want to do here?"

The old man did not answer the question of the Winged Divine Dragon directly, but took a puff of cigarette, slowly exhaled the smoke of nothingness, and said, "It doesn't matter who I am or what I want to do. What matters is what I can bring to you. ”

The old man paused, and looked directly into the eyes of the Wing Shen Dragon, the Wing Shen Dragon did not notice, the old man's eyes burned with a trace of heat, and he asked, "Do you need strength?" ”

Although he was very wary of this mysterious old man, the Winged Dragon. But his words seemed to have a fatal attraction to the Winged Dragon, making his heart beat violently a few times, and he trembled all over, and his eyes shot a fiery light, like two flames burning inside. As if he had been suddenly reborn, he jumped up violently, his eyes shining brightly, and he asked softly, "Can you solve my dantian problem?"

The cautious look seemed to be afraid that if I made a little louder, I would scare away hope.

The old man smiled, noncommittal.