The quiet ink painting space is huge, and the black and gray dragon soul is face to face with the little white jiao.

The black-gray ink dragon soul also arched its body and raised its head high, majestic and domineering, looking in all directions, at a glance, there was a kind of momentum standing up to the sky, which was a kind of natural and innate heroism.

The difference between the body and body is too big, and Bai Yujun is the difference between adults and children in front of the dragon soul.

The dragon soul is martial arts, and the little white Jiao in front of him is different......

Although he also arched his body and raised his head, he always felt that there was a breath of thief's eyebrows, and he felt that if he didn't pay attention, he would run away and find a place to hide, no way, the growth environment was harsh, and there were many disasters, and drilling into the underground river became an instinctive habit, you must know that when Voldemort got used to it, it was difficult to jump up again.

The ink dragon looked down, perhaps he didn't expect the little white Jiao to be so treacherous, shaking his head and posing mightily.

It seems that Bai Yujun is going to follow and learn how to be a real dragon.

Let's obediently follow along, even if this old guy only has a little remnant soul left, it is not something we can afford to provoke now, maybe he can teach some benefits such as peerless magic dragon cheats when he is happy, and then, raise his head high and be domineering, just glance around the eyeballs to destroy the momentum.

The dragon soul shook his head, raised his paw and patted the little white head gently.

Bai Yujun was startled and hurriedly posed, grinning as much as possible to look super fierce.

This time, the ink dragon finally nodded.

Then, it began to wander and hover up and down, as if to show the artistic conception of flying and wandering, so that Bai Yujun could understand and learn, not to mention, it was very flexible and extremely good in both attack and defense, much stronger than a certain Jiao's grass snake, it seemed to be a real dragon rather than a ruffian snake.

landed on the ground and winked at Bai Yujun, and a certain Bai hurriedly learned its appearance to fly away.

However, as always, the thief's eyebrows and rat eyes ......

The dragon soul raised its claws and scratched its head, which seemed to be a little unbearable, and then raised its claws and knocked on the little white Jiao's head, knocking a certain white one.

"Roar~"

It's fierce, and it can actually make a sound, why didn't you speak earlier?

It seems that you can only roar but can't speak, forget it, obediently follow and learn, it's hard to have a real dragon to teach with your heart or learn some skills.

So, a certain white flew around in the space like ink painting rice paper, tired enough.

Fortunately, in the end, I slowly mastered the charm of the real dragon, which was much more elegant and smart, although I couldn't help but look around occasionally, and in general, I mastered a lot of tricks, and I no longer crawled in the grass by instinct.

has been busy for a long time, teaching a lot, even if Bai Yujun is physically strong, he feels difficult......

Learning to learn, suddenly the dragon soul quieted down and stared at the little white Jiao, Bai Yujun didn't know what this dragon that had been dead for an unknown number of years was in a daze.

It seemed that he wanted to remember the appearance of the little white jiao, and after looking at it for a long time, the dragon suddenly recited some kind of complex and awkward mysterious language, and Bai Yujun listened to it half-understood.

If you guess correctly, it should be the dragon language, Bai Yujun is currently just a Jiao, so he can more or less understand a few words and words, it has been whispering, the language is very long, there is an indescribable mystery in it, it can infect the mood, at first Bai Yujun is still curious to learn the language, listen to it, moved and sad hit his heart......

With the recitation, an indescribable mysterious luck blesses one's body, and fate is blessed......

Warm and refreshing the heart, Bai Yujun can feel the care, this remnant soul who has been dead for tens of thousands of years is using its last strength to bless and pray for its own white Jiao......

But it's suicidal......

Although it is only a remnant soul, it can continue to exist, and may have a chance to be resurrected in the future, and the dragon blessing it uses consumes a lot of money, and it can be said that it is the last words of death, and after the blessing is over, it is the time of destruction......

"Hey, stop, you're going to die!"

"Whoa, are you crazy!"

The dragon soul looked at the little white Jiao with a smile and continued to chant, and ink paintings kept appearing around him, all of which were the pictures he had seen before, the ink and wash in the landscape attic, but those pictures began to crumble.

The dragon is about to die, and at the last moment chooses to burn himself to illuminate the future of the younger generations of his kind......

The mysterious ancient dragon whispered, Bai Jiao's luck is changing in essence, thinking of the most mysterious ability of the dragon clan, the dragon's contract, to launch the blessing is the most mysterious.

Bai Yujun couldn't stop its self-termination, all he could do was listen quietly......

The ancient dragon language and the care in it unconsciously moved Bai Yujun, and his heart was both happy and uncomfortable, knowing that the friendly predecessors of the same kind were about to dissipate the last expectations of heaven and earth, and his heart was like a knife.

Sentences of dragon language echo in the world of ink painting, and the speed of the collapse of the picture accelerates.

"Can you not die ......?"

"There is only myself in this world......"

"Actually, I'm very timid, I've been thinking about how to live, I'm a coward......"

Tears from the corners of Bai Jiao's eyes slid down the white jade scales......

The dragon blessing was completed, and a divine light descended from the sky and fell on the little white Jiao.

The ink dragon raised his head high again, glanced at Bai Yujun, Bai Yujun blinked and wiped away his tears and then raised his head, no longer cowering, learning the majesty of the dragon, the bone spurs on his back exploded and tried his best to show the most domineering and martial side, at least let this dragon that was about to dissipate the world know that what it taught in the end was not waste!

One big and one small stood facing each other, like a toddler standing in front of an adult.

The huge dragon soul smiled, it would not die so quietly, even if it died, it would leave mightily, the dragon has the majesty of a dragon!

Tilt your head and roar......

"Roar~!"

This is the real dragon chant, the dragon chant is melodious and majestic!

Then he looked down at the little white jiao, and seemed to continue the previous teaching to let the little white jiao learn how to roar and roar, his eyes were full of encouragement and expectation, and he no longer patted the white jiao's head.

Bai Yujun raised his head hard, opened his hideous mouth, and roared hard!

"Roar!"

Compared with the real dragon yin, it seems a little immature, not so shocking and not so fierce, a little less domineering and more tender, the ink dragon soul nodded when he heard this, and raised his head and roared again.

The little white Jiao followed and yelled, trying to make himself look fierce.

A big dragon and a small dragon and Bai Jiao, face to face on all fours, arched their bodies and raised their heads to the sky and roared, you and I screamed, desperately letting out the most ferocious roar......

The ink dragon soul roared and laughed, looking lovingly at this little cub of the same kind.

Continuing to roar, all kinds of landscapes and pavilions in the world of ink painting almost collapsed, and the ink of the dragon soul's body began to dissipate, turning into ashes in the sky and gradually becoming the same color as rice paper......

Finally, the dragon roared and announced its return to heaven and earth.

"Roar~!!"

As if a gust of wind was blowing, the ink dragon completely dissipated, and the surroundings became white again, leaving only a dry skeleton to continue to suppress the sea of ice corpses.

"Roar! roar ......!"

Bai Jiao still kept roaring, the immature dragon chant echoed, and the heart-rending dragon chant seemed to be seeing off the dragon, lonely and desolate......

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