"You're not even dead like this!?"

Lin Heng, who was standing on the dragon, had a gloomy face, staring at Lin Yang below with a cold gaze, gritting his teeth, his tone was resentful, full of unwillingness and disbelief, and his heart was full of incomprehension and anger.

He didn't understand, how Lin Yang defended against his Yan Yan's breath, he was confident that even a seventh- or eighth-level Great Soul Master might not be able to catch it unscathed, but he did it, which made him difficult to accept in his heart.

Could it be because of Lin Yang's waste martial spirit?

But that martial soul was too weak in Lin Heng's opinion, compared to the dragon under his feet, he was simply a "worm", with no momentum and power at all, and there was nothing to be afraid of.

But he knew better than anyone else that it was this bug-like martial soul just now, devouring the soul storm created by his own Yanyan breath.

The contradiction between this appearance and performance really made it difficult for him to guess what was so special about this martial spirit.

However, soon, this move that he regarded as a "bug" martial soul immediately made Lin Heng completely change his inner thoughts.

As soon as Lin Heng's resentful words fell, Lin Yang didn't say anything, patted the dust on his body, and raised his head to show a mysterious smile at Lin Heng in the air.

As he smiled, the martial soul above Lin Yang's head also raised its head, its scarlet vertical pupils flashing with a demonic light, looking at Lin Heng, to be precise, at the dragon at Lin Heng's feet.

"You waste, you actually ignore ......" Lin Heng saw that Lin Yang was ignoring himself again, not saying anything, even his waste martial soul didn't look at him, his anger couldn't help but burn again, and he wanted to scold Lin Yang a few words, but as soon as he said half a sentence, he was forced to stop, because he found that his body was trembling slightly.

Lin Heng was shocked in his heart, thinking that he had consumed too much and was physically overdrawn and unable to stand steadily, but he immediately denied his statement.

Because he knew his situation very well, even if he used the blood sacrifice and consumed the essence blood and most of the soul power, so that he basically had no ability to fight again, it was still not a problem to stand firm.

Since it's not your own problem, it's something else.

So, he looked down at his feet, and soon he knew why.

It turned out that the dragon under his feet was trembling!

But Lin Heng immediately had new doubts in his heart, why did Jiaolong tremble?

Could it be that the dragon form can't be maintained?

Although he has consumed most of his soul power, he almost does not consume soul power to maintain his martial soul, even if he maintains the appearance of the dragon now, the soul power consumed is extremely small, and it is impossible for the dragon to collapse.

Soon, though, he learned why.

The martial soul and the human mind are connected, although they are not connected all the time, but Lin Heng's heart moved, and he understood the reason why the dragon trembled.

It is in fear, and it is not ordinary fear, it is an absolute suppression from above the level of coercion, this kind of fear is indescribable, just like an ant encountering a giant, the whole body is suffocated, and there is no power to resist, and the ant is his own martial soul.

Silk~

This kind of fear was transmitted to Lin Heng's brain through mental induction, making him inhale a breath of cold air, a cold breath rushed straight to his brain, and he couldn't help but shiver, his face was shocked, and his heart was shocked inexplicably, and then he immediately disconnected the induction with the martial spirit, and got rid of the suffocating fear oppression.

Whew~

As soon as he got out of the oppression, Lin Heng's chest rose and fell, panting heavily, his eyes were full of horror, the fear on his face had not disappeared, and he was thinking frantically in his heart, what the hell is going on?

Why is his martial soul so afraid!

Could it be ......

Soon, Lin Heng's pupils shrank, and he thought of something, and looked down at Lin Yang below in horror, to be precise, it was the martial soul above Lin Yang's head.

After seeing the demonic blood pupils of the stinky king snake and the frightened and panicked gaze of the dragon under his feet, Lin Heng's pupils shrank suddenly, and his heart sank, and he suddenly understood that the source of fear was the "bug" martial soul that he despised himself!

"What kind of evil martial soul are you?" Lin Heng shouted in a sharp voice, his tone was cruel and resentful, and his face looked a little hideous, directly characterizing Lin Yang's martial soul as evil.

In Lin Heng's opinion, this martial soul is so weak that it can make his martial soul feel terrified, it is really extremely evil!

At the same time, he was shouting in his heart, extremely jealous, why could Lin Yang, a waste, have such a weird martial spirit, but his own genius did not, it was really unfair to God!

Looking at Lin Heng's face with cruel jealousy, especially after listening to what Lin Heng said, Lin Yang was speechless in his heart, full of disdain and contempt, there is no evil in martial souls, this Lin Heng was so jealous and unbelievable that he forcibly defined his martial soul, which was really boring.

"Alas, the knowledge is really short, maybe this is the incompetent rage!" Lin Yang chuckled and shook his head, sighed, looked at Lin Heng, and said with emotion, and even had some pity for Lin Heng in his eyes.

"You dare to scold me, this waste?" As soon as he heard Lin Yang say that he was short-sighted, Lin Heng's eyes widened, and he said with anger.

Lin Yang sighed and shook his head, with a hint of sympathy in his tone, and said with pity in his eyes: "No, don't get me wrong, I'm not scolding you, I'm just pitying you." ”

"You ......" Lin Heng's breath was suffocated, he couldn't speak, his chest rose and fell, and his eyes full of anger stared at Lin Yang, he didn't expect that he would be sympathized with by a waste, he gritted his teeth and said fiercely: "Okay, I'll see how long you can pretend!"

The angry and jealous Lin Heng didn't talk nonsense, he released all the remaining soul power in his body and integrated it into the Jiaolong's body, the trembling Jiaolong barely stabilized, and then Lin Heng directly cut his hands and wrists, and poured all the blood on the Jiaolong, which looked quite bloody, but this was not over, and then he punched his chest, his face suddenly changed, a trace of pain appeared in his eyes, and then several mouthfuls of essence blood spit on the Jiaolong's head.

Lin Heng's self-mutilation operation, everyone on the training ground watched the scalp numb, a trace of cold air came out behind them, and the eyes were even more frightened, this Lin Heng is going to be desperate!

When the blood first reached Jiaolong's body, it was immediately absorbed by Jiaolong, and Jiaolong's breath stabilized.

But just to stabilize the dragon's breath, this is not the end.

At this moment, Lin Heng, whose face was already extremely pale, his body trembled slightly, and his steps were a little vain, this time he was really unable to stand on his feet, Lin Heng had really exhausted his essence, but all this was not over, Lin Heng, who was almost prostration, endured the dizziness in his brain, and relied on the remaining soul power, and his hands immediately began to seal.

This time, the sigil was very simple, and there were no major fluctuations, and it was formed in one fell swoop.

As soon as the rune was formed, Lin Heng immediately smashed the rune into the dragon under his feet, and with the last of his strength, his pale face showed a trace of hideousness, and he roared in a resentful tone.

"Blood sacrifice, spirit and soul unity!"