"Huh?"

If other people suddenly hear such lines, they may be stunned for a moment, and some can't react.

But Wang Qiusheng...

Understand!

He understood almost immediately what had happened to him!

"Nima!"

"Still coming?"

Wang Qiusheng cursed in his mouth, turned around and ran.

But in the next second, the blue light at the center of the dragon's eyebrows suddenly flourished, enveloping Wang Qiusheng.

At the center of the eyebrows, the blood stains that originally belonged to Wang Qiusheng were slowly immersed in the dragon corpse, as if they had been absorbed by something.

Immediately after, a small white dragon soul thought drilled out from the dragon's head.

"With your blood as a medium..."

"It should be smoother."

The White Dragon Soul Nian whispered softly, and then slowly approached Wang Qiusheng's side: "I have no intention of hurting you, borrowing your body for use can be regarded as an opportunity to achieve you." ”

He looked at Wang Qiusheng and explained.

But Wang Qiusheng's eyes were full of resistance, and he struggled desperately.

It wasn't until he found out that no matter how much he resisted, he couldn't break free from the shackles of the blue light, that he looked at the white dragon dragon soul like fate: "Senior... Does it really hurt me? ”

"Hmm."

The dragon soul nodded slightly.

"Really?"

Wang Qiusheng gritted his teeth again and asked.

"Nature."

The dragon soul chuckled.

Wang Qiusheng took a deep breath and closed his eyes suddenly: "Look at the immortals, take pity on my body!" ”

"Pity..."

Even the dragon soul that had been revived in ancient times, when he heard this word, his tone revealed a little strangeness, and finally turned into a light blue streamer and drilled into Wang Qiusheng's eyebrows.

The majestic power of the immortals lingered on Wang Qiusheng's body.

His realm is constantly climbing at a speed that is visible to the naked eye!

It is not until a certain threshold is reached that you slowly open your eyes.

It's just that compared to before, Wang Qiusheng's eyes are full of coldness, anger, and a touch of anger.

"This body..."

"I can actually give full play to my fifty percent strength."

"The white jade is flawless."

"It's a great vessel for soul thoughts."

"This..."

"Did you prepare it for me?"

'Wang Qiusheng' raised his head, looked up at the sky, and muttered to himself.

It was only at this moment that his cold gaze was filled with a faint sentimentality.

But the moment he withdrew his gaze, he became indifferent again.

He paused in mid-air, looking at the blessed ones who had rushed over from Canglong City, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"There is a lord here!"

"Get out!"

As the words fell, 'Wang Qiusheng' waved his hand!

The surrounding ice shattered one after another, turning into ice picks and attacking the crowd.

And when he was about to touch them, he stabbed the ground with precision, turning into a row of ice walls.

The blessed ones stopped in panic and looked at the middle-aged man with a somewhat obscene face who stopped in mid-air, his eyes full of caution.

"He's just a man!"

"No matter how strong you are, can you kill all of us?"

"I saw it clearly, it's a complete dragon corpse, should we give up just like that?"

"Rush up together, and consume him to death."

"Those who survive will share the spoils equally, and those who die will accept their fate!"

One of the blessed ones spoke coldly.

Everyone looked at each other, their expressions were different, and no one spoke, but the atmosphere became more and more solemn.

"Kill!"

When the atmosphere reached a certain peak, a roar erupted from the crowd.

These emotionally stressed blessed people almost subconsciously rushed forward.

But the person who shouted the word 'kill' inadvertently took two steps back and observed carefully.

Looking at the crowd of people, 'Wang Qiusheng' frowned slightly, and the anger in his eyes became a little thicker.

With a cold snort, 'Wang Qiusheng' hooked his fingers again.

The row of ice picks shattered again and turned into ice needles.

Only this time, 'Wang Qiusheng' didn't have the idea of keeping his hand, and these ice spikes shot into the bodies of the blessed ones in an instant, bursting out of the Dao blood mist.

They stood there with a muffled grunt, their eyes widened, looking at their wounds, as if they didn't understand why someone would be so strong that they could kill them all in an instant with a random blow.

After rounds of bloodbaths, there are not many fools who can survive the blessings.

Long before they charged, they had already stretched out their defenses.

But it was pierced by a small ice needle.

Seeing that the blessed ones who rushed to the front fell to the ground in a neat row, the rest of the people did not dare to stay any longer, and retreated as soon as possible, leaving only corpses all over the ground.

"Definitely a master from the main city!"

"Withdraw!"

"After you go back, spread the news of the dragon corpse as soon as possible!"

"Yes, muddy the waters, we may not be without a chance!"

They looked at each other, and with a ghost in their hearts, they hurriedly disappeared into the snow.

As for the 'warriors' who died, no one cared about them.

Seeing everyone retreating, 'Wang Qiusheng' slowly fell to the ground, looking at the dragon corpse beside him, slightly distracted.

Especially when he saw the broken wound on his heart, the whole person was filled with cold light.

"Back then..."

"This blow you gave me with your own hands..."

"Even if I change my body, it still hurts."

'Wang Qiusheng' muttered to himself and slowly raised his palm.

Blood poured out from the wound in his heart, turned into a stream of blood, and poured on Wang Qiusheng's body, as if he was carrying out a baptism.

And the strange thing is that this blood water does not have any fishy smell, and even has a faint fragrance.

Until the blood was exhausted and the ice under his feet melted, Wang Qiusheng's physical body increased in strength several times in just half an hour.

In other words, today's Wang Qiusheng, even if he doesn't have the power of immortals, he can tie with the blessed person with a fit of about 20% by relying on physical brute strength alone.

This body...

It is becoming more and more suitable to serve the immortals.

It's simply a natural container.

He moved his limbs, mobilized the power of the fairy in his body, and nodded with satisfaction after a moment.

"Sixty percent of the heyday..."

"That's enough."

"I hope you're not dead..."

"I hope you... Not dead yet. ”

'Wang Qiusheng' whispered softly.

It's just that when he said that the first one was 'not dead', his eyes were full of killing intent.

When it comes to the second 'not dead', it reveals a deep sadness.

He tilted his head and laughed loudly.

The smile was full of anger.

In just a few minutes, the mood changed several times, like nervousness.

"If you're still here..."

"That dragon groan..."

"I think I heard that."

"I..."

"Right here, waiting for you."

After the laughter, his expression turned cold again, and he went straight into the sky, looking at the snow under his feet and his own dragon corpse.

"With the order of the dragon, forge the soul of the dragon."

"Ryugu..."

"Return!"

The sound reverberated in the air, and it was not extinguished for a long time.