When Naza grew up from the concentration camp, his blood boiled and he had heart palpitations for no apparent reason. He subconsciously opened the transformation state of the veins, and the golden vertical pupils scanned everywhere, and scaly streaks loomed under the skin. The hunter's camp was set up in a clearing in the middle of the woods, with a wide view and would not be disturbed by a surprise attack. Ouyang Dao stood on a tree branch and stared at the camp. Someone can be seen running out of the tent, yelling.

As the riot spread, Ouyang Dao gave an order not to hide it anymore. More than a hundred winged tigers and rabbits rushed out of the ground, and the camp was thrown into chaos. While the other hunters reluctantly banded together to drive away the rabbits, a dark and deep hole appeared at the foot of Mount Gesha, nicknamed Boiling Blood.

After the first hole appeared, hole after hole surrounded him, slowly forming a circle. A blood-boiling sense of crisis is a constant reminder that when there is no new void, a strong premonition arises: without action, there will be death. As pedigree specialists, the biological instinct to perceive danger is their most reliable trick.

The inner breath of the boiling blood was running at full capacity, the inner work came to him, and the strength, spirit and physique reached the level of the elite. He then pushes the blood vessels again and begins blood circulation deep throughout the body. As the guild told him, as he fought with all his might, he was surrounded by heat, his skin was covered with scales, and the most noticeable changes were in his mouth, his chin became longer and wider, the corners of his mouth opened towards his ears, and his mouth moved like a snake. After a complete transformation, there was a boiling smell of blood. The professionals, who led the hunters in the camp against the rabbits, turned their heads in surprise and watched the blood boil. ”

This is... Dragon's Breath! "Boiling blood, you really have red dragon blood!" Many low-level hunters consider this to be a great morale boost, and the legend of Yato de Taman has a long history, and Yato de Taman is a great deterrent to rabbits, whose movements are a bit uncoordinated. Ouyang Dao, who was outside the camp, was at the corner of his mouth, what a pity, Gesha, the blood of the red dragon can't save you, and shouted in a voice that only he could hear: "Summon the rabbit to kill!"

The blood boiled with concentration, and the feeling of crisis reached its highest point, as if death swung at him with a scythe. The first rabbit sprang out of the black hole, a white line flashing, and a pool of blood splattered from the boiling steam. The winged rabbit that attacked drew a diagonal line and then disappeared into another deep hole. Use your fingers to smear a little boiling blood on your face, the crushed scales and blood mixed together. The winged rabbit's wings originally evolved could only be used for flight, but with Ouyang Dao's blood, the soft and hollow wing bones became sharp, and the sharp feathers and wing bones became an indestructible sword. The boiling blood on the surface of the wound was caused by a sword wound.

Looking at a dozen deep holes, boiling blood filled his face with despair, he struggled to flow into his veins, his mouth open to the maximum, desperately spitting out flames. But he came too late. By the time he started to breathe fire, a dozen rabbits had slipped past him, leaving marks on him. The flames spewed from the boiling blood were powerful, and the rabbit was just a flash of light, contaminated by this high-temperature flame that was not easy to extinguish.

Outside the camp, Ouyang Dao saw the flames and grimaced. It's you, Gesha. The rabbit did not run back into the deep hole in the flames, and a raging flame left the charred body, and the boiling blood smiled at the sight of the black charcoal-like body. That's it, as long as we don't let the rabbits run out, under my fire, it should be... ’

Standing on a branch, Ouyang Dao found the dead rabbit, his face changed from grim to calm, he was no longer in the mood to play with blood, as if the judge announced, "Kill the rabbit, the second stage" The boiling blood carefully controlled the flames, trying to use all its strength to eliminate the terrible rabbit, at this time the camp was in chaos, and the hunters were in their own battle, but under the command of several professional levels, a position was slowly forming. The empty-handed hunter saw the predicament of boiling blood, and two or three professionals were preparing to come to the rescue, but suddenly heard the sound of white lines sweeping through the air like a storm, and in the eyes of the hunter, the image of boiling blood was a page of a book being turned. With each page turned, the number of words on the page decreases.

When all the white lines were gone, the amount of blood that was the amount of words on the paper disappeared from the air, only a bright red vapor rose from the scene and stayed for a long time, when Ouyang Dao completed his strategy and relaxed his control over the herd, allowing the mutated rabbits to run rampant in the hunting camp, boiling did not cause him any harm, once he tried to burn him to death on a tree with fire, but Ouyang Dao used this opportunity to escape the rumors spread against Ouyang Dao in the concentration camp, which caused a lot of anger, but Ouyang Dao, put himself in a strong position, but he didn't care。 It is a pity that there are strong people who have the character of heroes.

They are strict with themselves and tolerant of others. There are strong people who have the character of Ouyang Dao, and he said, If I kill your family, I will kill your family. If you dare to mess with me, I'll let you stop. In the bleak autumn wind, Ouyang Dao took out a stone slab and listened to the constant cry of death.

He used a cleaver to write a dozen words on the first line: "Blasphemy, heresy, a thousand cuts" Ouyang Dao's ability to transform blood is very magical, these creatures have two forms, the original basic form and the improved Poseidon form, this time Ouyang Dao controlled the rabbits that rushed into the camp, the effect was not very good, after losing Ouyang Dao's command, the hunters only took one at a time, Ouyang Dao, it had been in the forest for a week, and nothing was taken out, and by the time Ouyang Dao arrived at the camp, it was impossible to prove it, the battle was almost over, and there were incomplete rabbits everywhere.

Ouyang Dao looked at the rabbit that gave birth to him and died for him, indifferent, almost smiling, "Revenge always requires blood," Ouyang Dao said while leading the three winged tigers to the battlefield, while watching the wounded being treated one by one, Ouyang Dao said to himself, the obedient, the ignorant, the ignorant, the crippled, shortly after the battle, when President Nazha returned to the camp with a huge bear corpse, still with a suffocating deterrent, Nazha stood in the middle of the camp and began to speak, Ouyang Dao hid in the crowd, most of the time was words of encouragement and comfort, he pondered his gains and losses, after staying in the forest for a week, the rabbit bag was wiped out, and the owner of the rabbit bag, who consumed half of the rabbit bag, was refilled by Naza, what Ouyang Dao really got was the joy of the enemy's death, "I am willing to give everything to get happiness," Ouyang Dao said to himself, "This operation is really a waste of resources, there are no rules." If I can bear it, back in the city, Mrs. Smith can make my blood boil at any time and then a young voice came, a young man in a robe shouted to Master Naza: "It's done!" ！

Master, it worked.