blogombal Chapter 240
Chapter 240
"How is it possible!"
"This... this..."
Yang Jinghong's lips trembled, and he was shocked and incoherent.
In the pale desolate world in the distance, the wind and sand stopped.
A black and gold giant beast was lying there, like a mountain, with terrifying wings fitting its body, and every scale was flowing with a thick black and gold luster.
It closed its eyes tightly, and exuded a dangerous and terrifying aura.
Everyone standing here was like an ant, with their scalps numb and their bodies trembling.
Miao Teng'er's throat trembled: "What kind of monster is this!"
Lin Keke swallowed her saliva: "Soul...soul beast?"
Yang Meng's voice was feminine and sharp, and he retorted:
"It's impossible, what kind of soul beast would be so big!!"
"Even if it is a 100,000-year-old soul beast, it would kneel down and call it great-great-grandfather when it sees this monster."
Li Xukun's legs trembled: "I...Zhao..."
"Too scary, an unheard-of monster."
"Is it the ultimate secret hidden in this secret realm?"
"Roar!"
Ye Longhe Purgatory Dragon Martial Soul flew out, in the surprised eyes of everyone.
He lay on the ground with all four limbs, trembling.
Wuming swore to surrender.
Ye Longhe felt the trembling fear in his blood and said in disbelief:
"This... this is not a monster!!!"
"This is the legendary real dragon, otherwise my martial soul would not be like this."
"But how could there be real dragons in the Soul Martial Continent? I have never heard of it!!"
Hearing this, Miao Teng'er and the others were shaken even more.
"Real dragon?"
"Oh my god, it's amazing."
Luo Fanchen noticed the reactions of the crowd and his mouth twitched.
"Uh..."
"Look at your worthless appearance, let's calm down!"
He admitted that he was shocked when he saw such a behemoth for the first time, but his expression was not so exaggerated. Isn't it just a slightly larger Western dragon?
Compared with the complete Chaos Ancestral Dragon he saw when he inherited the Heaven Swallowing Art.
The appearance and style are too different.
Hearing Luo Fanchen's words, everyone focused their attention on him.
It was as if they were looking at an alien, and they couldn't understand it.
"Godfather... a real dragon, this is the legendary real dragon!!"
"Any dragon-born soul beast with dragon blood can dominate soul beasts of the same year, not to mention the appearance of a real dragon, isn't that amazing enough?"
Yang Jinghong grabbed his hair frantically, and soon a scream came out, and his hands were bleeding.
"Ah, numb! I forgot again."
"Zhao!!!"
Luo Fanchen sighed and shook his head, he really couldn't empathize.
A certain romantic aesthetic unique to the Chinese has been engraved deep into his soul.
If a Chinese dragon was here, he might also shout crazy.
Yang Jinghong said: "Brother-in-law, why are you shaking so hard."
Miao Teng'er and others also noticed it,
Luo Fanchen was shaking uncontrollably, and he immediately became nervous and concerned.
"Brother Luo, what's wrong with you!!"
Ye Longhe pointed at himself: "Look, I'm shaking too."
"Because my foster father and I both have dragon spirits, it's normal for our blood to tremble with fear when we see a real dragon being suppressed so badly."
Luo Fanchen shook his head: "We are different."
"Ah?" Ye Longhe was at a loss.
Luo Fanchen looked at the huge black and gold dragon in the distance, as if he was trying his best to suppress some strong restlessness, his voice was low and trembling:
"You are afraid, and I am..."
"Too excited."
Everyone was shocked and stared, with a series of question marks on their faces.
"Excited?"
"Shouldn't normal people be in awe and fear!"
"Gudong!"
Luo Fanchen looked greedy and swallowed his saliva,
as if an old pervert who had been hungry for hundreds of years was going to have a gluttonous feast when he saw the world's most beautiful woman.
If he hadn't tried his best to suppress it, the Ancestral Dragon Spirit would have rushed out by itself.
"My Chao...what's going on."
Yang Jinghong was scared: "Brother-in-law's expression is too abnormal."
Lin Keke looked at the huge beast and said timidly: "Do you think...it...will it still be alive?"
Everyone's voice stagnated, and suddenly there was a creepy feeling.
A chill surged through the heart and lungs.
"Why are you barking? Haven't you seen me for so long?"
A hoarse man's voice outside the team suddenly sounded.
Everyone was shocked.
They all ran in the direction of the sound, but they didn't see anyone.
Yang Meng was almost crying: "My Chao, who was talking just now? I'm not hallucinating, am I?"
"You...you look over there!!"
Lin Keke exclaimed, pointing to the top of the black dragon's head, the location of the Shenting acupoint.
Compared with the dragon, a figure that was extremely small was there.
"Is there anyone?"
"There are actually living people here? "
Not only did everyone not feel excited, but they were even more panicked, and their skin was covered with goose bumps.
Everyone walked a distance before they could really see the figure.
A middle-aged man with short yellow hair was pierced through the head by a blood-red spear from the center of his eyebrows and nailed to the Shenting acupoint of the black dragon. His blood had long dried up.
He was staring at everyone with his brown pupils, looking anxious.
Everyone was scared, and suddenly heard a roar from the side.
"Fuck, Huangmaoer?"
Yang Jinghong shouted: "My pure love warrior and Huangmaoer are mortal enemies!!!"
"The minotaur must die."
Ye Longhe and others were immediately embarrassed, and looked at Yang Jinghong speechlessly.
The eyes seemed to say:
Brother, brother! You two arms, what time is it and you are still in the mood to joke.
Yang Jinghong said: "I was a little scared just now, and I used this method to give myself courage. "
He smiled and said, "Are you not afraid now?"
"Uh..."
Ye Longhe and the others were stunned, as if they were not so afraid after being interrupted.
They just felt that the yellow-haired man looked disgusting.
This voice also made the yellow-haired middle-aged man who had something to say speechless.
What kind of things are these?
Eating their brains might affect their IQ.
Luo Fanchen said strangely, "By the way, aren't you yellow-haired now?"
Yang Jinghong raised her little hand and rubbed her hair casually.
"What level is he? Dye it the same color as mine."
"I have golden hair!"
"Thank you."
The yellow-haired middle-aged man in the distance couldn't hold it anymore, and the veins in his temples throbbed, and he roared:
"Mortals."
"Don't you take me too seriously!!! "
Yang Jinghong's expression froze, he turned his head stiffly, and smiled awkwardly:
"Brother, um, I forgot to ask you just now, which god are you?"
The yellow-haired middle-aged man urged: "I am a god in heaven who is in trouble here."
"Young man, what are you waiting for, come here quickly, you are the chosen one of destiny."
"Help me pull out this blood spear, and you can get my blessing and protection."
Luo Fanchen's mouth twitched.
This pyramid-like speech reminded him of a sentence:
I, Qin Shihuang, now unified the six countries and lack military funds, send money!
He had already secretly used the sky eye, and he couldn't see through this person's origins at all.
Only a fool would believe your tricks, go and give you a spear.
"I'm so handsome! It's really a god! ! ! "
Yang Jinghong's eyes burst into a scorching light, and his shoulders trembled with excitement:
"I, the son of destiny? ”
“Since I was young, I knew I could do it. There will be a great opportunity in the future. I finally waited for you! !”
“God, here I come!!!”
Yang Jinghong raised his leg and rushed over. He fell for this rhetoric.
“Bang!”
Just as he ran out one step, he was tripped by Luo Fanchen’s raised leg. He fell to the ground with his golden teeth biting the mud.
“Young Master Yang, you are a two-armed man. What do you believe in what others say?”
Yang Jinghong stood up and spit out the sand in his mouth.
“Brother-in-law, can that god still deceive us?”
“You see, he must be the kind of great power in the novel who sacrifices himself, kills the evil dragon, and waits for the destined person to inherit!”
Luo Fanchen looked at the yellow-haired middle-aged man suspiciously. The other party nodded and said hurriedly:
“Ah! Right, right, right!!!”
“I am the good god he said. Come and save me. I can’t stand it anymore. "
"Come closer, you will definitely be able to feel the evil aura of this blood spear."
Yang Jinghong shouted excitedly: "Wait a moment, Mr. Huangmaoer, I will come to help you."
"No, don't come over."
The middle-aged man with yellow hair resolutely stopped him and said: "I hope that the one who saves me is this little brother next to you, he is more suitable to inherit my mantle!"