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Jiaolong looked at the human girl in front of him and was also surprised. She's not afraid of death, but if she's not afraid of death, what is she shaking?

"Longyin. Ye Ting pushed the girl away, smiled, and said to the dragon: "I hope you can keep your promise." ”

"Promise?" Jiaolong sneered. In the face of three mortals, it is not a big deal to break the promise. The object of the promise depends on whom. If it was an infant realm monk, it wouldn't dare to make a promise.

"If I eat you, I will naturally send the three of them across the river. If you don't believe it, you can leave. Jiaolong was not in a hurry at all, Ye Ting really wanted to leave, and it immediately turned its face.

"In that case, what are you waiting for. Ye Ting took a step forward, and in the exclamations of Xinjun and Longyin, Ye Ting had already been swallowed by Jiaolong's mouth and disappeared without a trace.

Without waiting for the three of Wolf Creek to react, Jiaolong turned around, and with a sweep of his wet tail, the three of them flew on the dragon's back and turned away.

The dragon head turned, and Wolf Creek stood on the dragon's back, his gaze becoming cold and abnormal.

He secretly said in his heart: You ate my brother, and one day if I have the opportunity, I want you to bury my brother!

As Ye Ting said, in the wasteland, there is no one who cannot be sacrificed. Jiaolong wants Ye Ting, and Wolf Creek has his own choices in his heart. The four of them turned around and walked away, and they didn't survive more than three years in the wasteland. If you don't have anything to eat, you have to gather food and fight the beasts of the wasteland.

Sacrificing Ye Ting, you can worship under the gate of Dragon Control City and become a monk. It's an easy choice to make for people in the wasteland.

This doesn't mean that he is not angry, how many times has Ye Ting saved him? It is impossible to calculate, and it is impossible to say who owes whom. Little boy, plant the seeds of hatred in his heart, the goal, slay the dragon.

Xinjun and Longyin were even more sad, they were able to survive the battle of besieging Caishenke, all thanks to Ye Ting. Sacrificing Ye Ting is a necessary choice, but the pain it brings to them is far greater than before.

The sacrifices of the past were in the midst of battle, between lightning and flint. And this time, Ye Ting calmly dedicated his life, which shocked them.

Jiaolong's throat was scorching, Ye Ting was burned all over his body, and his face was not wrapped in animal skin, especially strict. He rolled through the dragon's throat, his bones cracking with the pressure of immense pressure.

The combat power of the wasteland boy may not be good, but the muscles and bones are extremely strong, but the contraction and wriggling of the throat are too amazing.

It felt like a few hours were so long, time was pulled and distorted, and Ye Ting suddenly fell into a space. His feet fell to the ground, his feet were unusually sticky and slippery, Ye Ting held his breath, and the smoky smell made him almost unconscious. He would rather pass out and be digested alive by the dragon, which is obviously an even more tragic thing.

"Why aren't you afraid, why don't you run away?" Jiaolong's voice came without warning.

Ye Ting laughed, and in Jiaolong's voice, there was some annoyance: "What are you laughing at?"

"I just remembered a joke. Ye Ting's answer, Jiaolong felt that it was real, and the vague anger couldn't burst out. This kid is an idiot, he's going to die, and he's still in the mood for jokes.

What Ye Ting thinks, of course he won't sue Jiaolong. He was very worried that Jiaolong would repay his debts, so he died quietly, which might be the best way to deal with it.

His heart was full of doubts, he was a mortal boy, and a hundred of them were not as valuable as a blood ginseng. The monster named himself to eat himself, so even if he refused, he couldn't escape. Since you can't escape, why don't you give Wolf Creek and the others a chance?

Ye Ting knew that he was not an ordinary person, he learned to walk and speak more than a year earlier than other children. He was small and thin, but he ate about three times as much food as children of his age, and in the wasteland, such a characteristic was the rhythm of early death.

But he survived, his divine sense was stronger than that of all the warriors in the village, and from the age of eight, he could use some wasteland spells.

When his father was seriously injured and dying, he told him that his qualifications were specially suitable for cultivation, and if someone from Dragon Control City came, he would definitely be chosen.

It's a pity that this time people from Dragon City didn't go to their village.

This is fate, right? The idea of finding the dragon altar is still my own. Finding sacrifices is also a goal set by yourself. In the end, it was himself who was eaten by the monster.

It should be that he owes them Ye Ting's eyes, faces appeared one after another, and their expressions were still immature. The youngest of these village children is only 10 years old.

On the path of cultivation, there is no one who cannot be sacrificed.

Others will be angry about the situation in front of them, but Ye Ting will not. It's not that he is mature, but that from the moment he was sensible, he lacked feelings, didn't know fear, didn't grieve, didn't regret. It's as if something is missing from the soul.

Ye Ting was sensible too early, so since he was sensible, he felt that his heart was empty, and his only goal might be to go to Dragon City to practice. Maybe cultivation can change this feeling of helplessness.

"I want to eat you because you have a treasure in your body. Jiaolong finally thought of a way to stimulate Ye Ting, and it continued: "This baby, can let me fly on the ground, the old guy in Dragon City, don't think about ......it again."

"It turns out that you are just an animal, not a dragon!" Ye Ting is always a teenager, and he wants to add some blockage to that big monster. But after saying this, he regretted it.

"Wait until I digest you, and then eat your three friends, haha!" Jiaolong didn't expect that he would be angered by mortals one day, and at this time, he had a real hatred for Ye Ting.

It's just the old guy in Dragon City, what are you, you dare to ignore my majesty!

"Oh, I can't see it anyway. Ye Ting regretted it in his heart, but there was no reaction on his face.

Jiaolong sneered, "I'll let you see how I tear them apart." Your soul, I will eat slowly, you will never have the chance to be reincarnated again, in my belly, you will slowly understand, what hell is. ”

"I regret it so much......" Ye Ting was telling the truth, but his expression, in Jiaolong's opinion, was all sarcasm.

"No, little thing, you still don't understand what regret is. The dragon's huge teeth interlaced, and it bit loudly. Ye Ting felt the fishy aura in his mouth and nose swell, and under his slippery feet, hundreds of tentacles flew up and pierced into his body fiercely.

"You're a dragon, not an octopus. "Ye Ting's dead pig is not afraid of boiling water, and the last stimulation makes Jiaolong angry. Its power is equivalent to that of a human infant realm monk, and its realm is also more than that of most of the Jiedan monks, but for some reason, in front of Ye Ting, it can't control it.

In the darkness, tentacles traveled through Ye Ting's body. Hundreds of tentacles, which themselves were formed by energy, rushed all the way along the meridians in Ye Ting's body. Only then did Ye Ting believe that Jiaolong said that he was going to hell.

He had never tried this pain, there were superficial qi refining methods in the Northern Wilderness, and in the eyes of the Demon Gate, they were all things that did not enter the stream, at most, Ye Ting had the level of qi refining, and it was too far away from building the foundation. In his body, there are only three meridians that can operate true qi.

These three meridians are still intermittent, and they run for a week, and it takes him half a day's effort, and after a few days of cultivation, he can only perform a second time.

Now the tentacles in Jiaolong's digestive organs have forcibly opened and widened all the meridians of Ye Ting, which has no benefit to him, only pain. Such a violent expansion of the meridians does not mean that Ye Ting's cultivation has progressed, this is a huge trauma, those tentacles, and at the same time maintain his life, he can't die.

"Grab your soul first, let you take a good look at how I deal with your three little friends. ”

Those tentacles withered and decayed, and went straight into Ye Ting's Purple Mansion to know the sea.

Jiaolong was a little dazed, this mortal boy was just the appearance of the early stage of qi refining, there was still condensation behind him, and the realm of foundation building was far from being reached, why did his mud pill palace have opened up the state of the purple mansion and the sea?

And inside Ye Ting's Purple Mansion Knowing Sea, the scene that Jiaolong saw made its huge dragon heart twitch violently.

The mortal soul was supposed to be a state of chaos. But in the Purple Mansion Consciousness Sea, it saw Ye Ting's clear human form, sitting on a huge stone plate. Legend has it that a monk with extraordinary talent can open up a purple mansion in the Jindan realm, and a normal monk can only do it in the infant realm.

After Jiaolong was shocked, he saw the dense immortal text on the tenth reincarnation disk. This was really surprising and delighted, the special smell I smelled on this human boy turned out to be an immortal weapon! And the soul of the young man sitting on the immortal artifact looked incomplete, and it was obviously not the owner of the immortal weapon.

The dragon is greedy, and the tentacles it turned out subconsciously touched the tenth reincarnation disk, and on the tenth reincarnation disk, countless transparent silk threads flew up, grabbing all these tentacles at once, and pulling them towards Ye Ting's Purple Mansion Knowledge.

"Immortal spare your life!" Jiaolong was so frightened that he mistakenly thought that Ye Ting was an immortal and played in the world.

Ye Ting didn't know what was going on, he just saw that the transparent silk thread quickly pulled the tentacles into the stone plate, and the poor Jiaolong's thousands of years of Taoism were destroyed in one fell swoop, and a dragon soul was torn to pieces by the silk thread. The huge power of the dragon soul rushed into the stone plate, and the stone plate, which was already cracked with countless cracks, was impacted by the dragon soul and began to shatter inward from the edge.

The Tenth Reincarnation Disc shattered, and cyan light flew up from the fragments and rushed towards Ye Ting's soul. Ye Ting's soul swelled up, absorbing the soul fragments that had been divided out for ten lifetimes, along with memories.

Immediately, his soul contracted violently, and then continued to absorb, grow, and repeat. I don't know how long it took, Ye Ting's soul stood up in the center of the stone plate, and it had already turned into a young man, a long sword in green clothes.

"I'm Ye Ting, I'm Kunlun Ye Shenjun!"

The collapse of the 10th Reincarnation Disk continued, and the stone disk that had been turned into fragments on the periphery continued to be divided by the transparent silk threads condensed by the countless causal forces in the stone disk, turning into dust, and the power of cause and effect and dust turned into silt again.

Ye Ting looked at the gradually shrinking Tenth Reincarnation Disk and smiled bitterly.

Buddhism does things, and it really doesn't leak!

In the reincarnation disk, the voices of countless believers became smaller and smaller, but they were still very clear.

Ye Shenjun, I curse you for life and life, riddled with calamities, cause and effect, eternal reincarnation, no Amitabha Buddha in the south, no Amitabha Buddha in the south......

The heavy mud fills the sea of purple mansions, and eventually his soul will be trapped in this mud. The power of cause and effect is entangled, and it can never be freed. Your soul may not be extinguished, but it is in this karmic hell, and it is indeed an eternal reincarnation!(The novel "Demon Gate Authenticity" will have more fresh content on the official WeChat platform, and there will be a 100% lottery gift for everyone!Open WeChat now, click on the "+" sign in the upper right corner "Add a friend", search for the official account "qdread" and follow, hurry up!)