Time flies a little slowly.

Yang Ning had already yawned three times.

The dragon's flesh and blood had not yet grown.

This is still with the Death Scythe group plus status.

Of course, this also has something to do with the dragon's size.

Seeing that an hour had passed, Yang Ning had even gone back to lying down and taking a nap for a while.

As he slept, the bronze dagger stood beside him out of thin air, slowly turning.

In the middle of the way, there was a death sickle team, and those who were not afraid of death jumped off the cliff directly to try to sneak attack.

Ruan Kai and Han Yang watched as the agile Westerners and non-humans approached Yang Ning, motionless.

Not completely motionless, at least, they closed their eyes.

That group of people just approached within 100 meters of Yang Ning, hum!

The bronze short sword standing beside Yang Ning suddenly made a slight sword body vibration sound!

Whoop –

A few scarlet blood flowers flew into the sky along with round heads, embellishing the cold and heavy night.

There is also one, who looks like a senior member of a special department in a certain area.

He appeared directly on Yang Ning's step through a burning flame.

As a result, he didn't need the bronze short sword to tremble, and as soon as his feet appeared on the chariot, the whole person suddenly froze as if he had lost his soul!

The lock of an iron chain pierced the man's shoulder blade and pulled it backwards!

The man's body was still in place, but his soul had been snatched away by the chains!

A horned and blood-red ghost pawn pulled the other end of the chain, and said in a cruel voice: "Don't kill the dog, you dare to go on the chariot of the king of Hades?!" ”

"If you don't want to die, then bring it!"

Crash!

The ghost pawn pulled the chain hard, and the man fell directly on the chariot, already lifeless.

The ghost pawn, who had just thrown out the chain, grabbed the man's ankle and threw his hand into the grass on the side.

As for the man's soul, it has been put away by this ghost, and he will be brought back to the next place at that time.

On the top of the mountain peak next to it, everyone looked at the death sickle, and their faces looked like they were about to die.

"That's the Spiritual Society's, the Devil's Messenger Fury, legend has it, someone who can talk to the Devil......"

Tinis covered his mouth and said with a shocked expression: "He also has the noble status of the Earl of the Federation of Jessica, and just like that, he was thrown to the side of the road?" ”

"It's like a dead dog......"

It can be seen that Tinis, the big black sister, is more upright and has something to say.

Although she didn't move at this moment, her fat body trembled violently.

After about half an hour, all of a sudden everyone in the room heard a dull sound.

On the plain of the Dragon Tomb, the dragon bones that were scattered on the ground before were gone!

In its place, a dragon body intact!

Under the light of the stars and moon, the silver-white dragon scales on the dragon's body shone brightly!

After the flesh grows, its body appears more magnificent and majestic, even if it is lying on the ground motionless at this moment, it also brings people an incomparable sense of oppression like substance!

At the same time, Yang Ning, who was taking a nap on the chariot, opened his eyes, and the corners of his mouth rose, "Hmm, is it finally done?" ”

He stepped forward, the bronze dagger floating behind him.

On the plain of the Dragon Tomb, Long Yin's shimmering pale golden skeleton stood up from the ground.

It held the Corpse King Badge in its hand.

The pair of eyeballs hanging in the hole in the skull looked very fearless this time, staring directly at Yang Ning without dodging at all!

Yang Ning smiled: "Dragon, what, do you think you can do it again?" ”

Long Yin, who had become a skeleton, naturally couldn't talk to Yang Ning.

But this time, he is really not afraid of Yang Ning!

The pale golden skeleton began to retreat, all the way back away, giving way to this battlefield!

Next, Long Yin (skeleton version) picked up the Corpse King Lingzhang with his hand bones, raised his head and opened his jaws to the dragon corpse lying on the ground, as if he was sleeping, and made a roar!

Suddenly, on the night of Halloween, the yin aura condensed up and down this Kunlun began to condense towards the dragon corpse!

The whole Kunlun Mountain is full of winds, and all the wind directions point to one place!

It's the majestic dragon corpse!

When the Corpse King Order Chapter held by Long Yin's skeleton began to flicker and flicker, flickering with a faint light!

Disheveled!

Another dull sound sounded!

Even the earth on the Plains of the Dragon's Tomb trembled slightly!

Soon, Pong!

The third time, the third time, the voice sounded!

Everyone found out that the source of this sound was the dragon corpse on the plain of the Dragon Tomb!

Someone in the Death Scythe team muttered, "This is, the dragon's heartbeat?!" ”

"That True Dragon Saint Monk did it?! He literally resurrected a dragon! ”

"We-"

This man didn't say anything halfway through, he wanted to ask if he had a chance to live now, but just when the words came to his lips, he remembered the sword that he wore in white to slay the dragon before!

I don't know, this time this dragon with flesh and blood, how many swords can it carry?

This is the feeling of oppression brought about by someone's sword slaying the dragon with his hand!

He made these people in the Death Scythe Action Group think that even if the flesh and blood dragon was in front of him, there was still only "how many swords could he carry?" Doubts!

Instead of this dragon can defeat him!

Disheveled!

In the blink of an eye, there was another muffled sound!

This time, not only the Dragon Tomb Plains, but even the surrounding mountains began to tremble slightly!

This night, with the Dragon Tomb Plains as the center, the surrounding terrain has been quite badly damaged!

In many places, the mountains are already collapsing!

That includes the mountain where the Death Scythe people are!

Seeing that the mountain was about to collapse, when everyone in the death sickle panicked-

Yang Ning looked at the mountain peak that was about to collapse, and said with a smile: "If you dare to let them die early, then our fate will come." ”

The words fell, Peng!

The dragon's heart skipped another beat.

The ground trembled even more, the landslide became more powerful, but—

The mountain where the more than 200 people of the Death Scythe Group were located suddenly became impregnable.

Not even a piece of dirt fell down.

Behind Yang Ning, Ruan Kai and Han Yang looked at each other, and the two of them were equally sluggish.

Han Yang: "He—who was he talking to just now?" ”

Ruan Kai: "Isn't that obvious? O nature! ”

Han Yang: "What nature? We are connoisseurs, can you be more professional? ”

Ruan Kai: "Oh, that thing should be called the Mountain God." ”

Han Yang's eyes suddenly became weird, "Soft ......"

"Huh?"

"You think you're qualified to be a 'thing' for the mountain gods, don't you? And he is also the mountain god of Kunlun. ”

Ruan Kai was stunned for a moment, wiped the cold sweat on his head and said, "Grass!" ”

"I've been following someone for a long time, and I unconsciously look at everyone as a chicken!"

"My bad, my bad! Brother Mountain God, don't be like me! ”

As he spoke, Ruan Kai bowed to the surrounding mountains.

Han Yang on the side also bowed.

In front of the two of them, Yang Ning stretched out his hand, flipped his wrist, and the bronze sword automatically started.

This time, his sword was raised a little.

The edge of the sword is flat at the center of the eyebrows.

"Flesh and blood dragon, I don't know, how many swords can you withstand me?"

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