Lord of Pets

"Boss!"

"Brother!"

In the central dragon temple, the glorious giant dragon, the desperate black dragon, and the ancient dragon in the center of the earth were all stunned, as if everything inside them had collapsed.

Seeing the Crystal Dragon God erupting in the death realm, it not only severely damaged the fighting holy dragon, but also penetrated the sleeping gate that was in a closed state.

The oldest and most powerful Golden Holy Dragon among the Twelve Dragon Souls chose to burn his life, burn his soul, and forge a wall of flesh and blood to build a new barrier.

It's dead.

In an extremely heroic gesture without any hesitation, he fell in front of the dragons.

The surviving twelve dragon souls had their eyes cracked and their souls wounded.

But they had no time to stay in grief, and took action with anger, working together to move closer to Long Wuji.

The battle is not over yet.

By blocking the Door of Sleep and preventing the hundreds of holy dragons sleeping inside from swarming out, the Death Lineage would still have room to maneuver.

"Long...Tong..."

Long Wuji's eyes were slightly absent-minded, and the golden iron door was reflected in his pupils. For some reason, it looked extremely dazzling.

After muttering to himself twice, the golden light dissipated, Long Wuji's face twisted, bloodthirsty mania rose into the sky, and murderous intent spread to every inch of his skin.

"Destroy it!!"

With a long roar, the Fighting Holy Dragon disappeared from the spot, like a fleeting shadow, and instantly appeared in front of Xuanyuan Waiting.

It waved its dragon claws, the tips of which were colorful, shaped like a peerless sword. When it struck down, it was as light as a swallow and as heavy as a mountain.

A shield appeared in Xuanyuan Hou's hand. The shield shattered in the next second. Xuanyuan Hou flew thousands of meters and smashed into the corpses on the ground. He kept coughing up blood and showed pain on his face.

"Its physical state is at its limit, and its mind is on the verge of collapse. In addition, the Dragon God's final blow has wiped out the power of the ancestral weapon...Morrowind, Taixu, and Jimu, we will join forces to kill this beast!"

"Kill!" The three Holy Dragon Kings hesitated for a moment, then gritted their teeth and agreed.

At this point, both sides have been severely injured and suffered heavy losses.

However, among the dead lineage, only Long Wuji was left with peak combat power, and he was still a severely injured person who might die at any time.

As for the Golden Holy Dragon, although it blocked the door of sleep with itself, it could not compete with the mysterious power.

The ancient dragon inside the door has woken up, noticed the abnormality, and worked together to break through the confinement, which may not take more than three to five minutes.

Until then, the dead lineage will definitely die.

Looking at it this way, Longting has a clear advantage from any angle, and victory is within reach.

"Senior Wuji!" Bai Wushang tried to call the fighting holy dragon.

He also has two Dragon-Slaying Sword Qi. If they work together like before, they can at least kill a Holy Dragon King.

But the most troublesome situation happened. Long Wuji, covered in blood, looked like an evil god awakening from hell. Even though his aura was gradually fading, there was no possibility of communication with that fierce look.

It's crazy.

In other words, out of control.

"boom!"

The sky was dyed red with blood, and Long Wuji roared like a beast from his throat. He sacrificed his life and knocked back Ji Muchilong. Driven by instinct, he continued to chase Xuanyuan Hou.

The Morrowind dragon was as fast as the wind, appeared behind it, and summoned three wind blades, each of which was forty or fifty meters long, and chopped them down fiercely.

There were three pops, and a lot of blood was scattered. The Dou Zhan Holy Dragon could not control his body and fell from the sky to the ground again, splashing corpses and bones all over the sky.

"Did you make it?"

The number of holy dragons on the Longting side was less than half of the initial number. While fighting with all their strength, they looked towards the core area from the corner of their eyes.

This is the final moment, and the fate of all dragons is at stake.

It is because of the meritorious service in protecting the palace that he will be richly rewarded by Longting.

Or do you have no choice but to retreat, or even die, leaving your life in this ghost place?

The mood of anticipation rose crazily, but at this moment, Long Wuji got up again, causing Bai Wushang, An Suyi, Xuanyuan Hou, Blazing Spirit Dragon, and Morning Wind Dragon to lose their minds and erupt into unbelievable panic. color.

"How is it possible that the lamp can still stand up when the oil is gone and it is withered like this?"

"Something's wrong. Why are my temples twitching, as if I'm being stared at by a venomous snake of the highest order, and I feel frightened?"

"Also...could it be my eyesight? This battered and bloody body of the fighting dragon seems to be emitting a faint golden light at the joints between the dirty blood and broken bones?"

The Blazing Spirit Dragon, the Storm Dragon King, and the Despair Black Dragon are the only three sub-high-level combat powers in the Death Lineage. One protects Bai Wushang, and the other two have cracked dragon scales and boiling blood. They are almost about to self-destruct. They try to use the fallen The price will be heavy damage to the enemy.

Danger after danger, they stopped their movements.

What emerged instead was a shock from the soul.

Correspondingly, over there at Zulongting, they were shocked, as if they were in the depths of the haze, with a sense of horror with no end in sight, and also like a big dream, and they couldn't believe their own perceptions.

At the focus of the line of sight, the fighting holy dragon Long Wuji climbed up, like a semi-rigid corpse, with shriveled skin and flesh, and the flesh and blood essence in it either evaporated, or was smeared on the earth as the base color of the battlefield.

If you observe carefully, you can further find that the exposed bones rarely have intact areas. They are broken into dozens of pieces on average, and many bone spurs are inserted into the body upside down. The pain during this can be imagined.

This look is obviously that of a cripple with only half a breath left.

Bai Wushang suspected that even if there was a suitable ten-thousand-year holy medicine to save the situation, at this point, it would probably not be able to save the Fighting Holy Dragon and reverse the result of its demise.

God, body, spirit, bones, soul... every part has touched the edge of death.

However, the withering of the body and the decay of the soul did not seem to destroy Long Wuji's will.

Its evil energy, which was gradually extinguished like a candle, turned around and started to surge again when it approached its limit.

"The guilt of the God of Death...has not yet been revealed...how can I leave?"

"The little Ancestral Dragon is still young, contaminated with filth in its fetal eggs, and forced to bear the consequences of misfortunes... As an elder, as a member of the Death God's tribe, how can I turn a blind eye and let go?"

"What's more...since I have chosen to be reborn, the Dou Zhan clan is not yet invincible, has not returned to mythology and reached the top, and cannot see this scene, how can I be willing to die?"

I muttered to myself for three paragraphs in a row, from light to heavy, from intermittent to coherent and stable.

The blood-red pupils of the seriously injured and dying Dou Zhan Sheng Long, who had never closed, once again shone brightly.

"Click, click, click!!"

A vigorous life energy leaped up from nowhere and wrapped around Long Wuji's riddled battle body.

In the blink of an eye, broken bones were reconnected, flesh and blood regenerated, and a faint golden light shone between heaven and earth like the first ray of morning light.