Pursuit of the Truth

The sorrowful sorrow of the dragon, it has been exhausted to the extreme, there is not much strength, it has been abolished by the whole body, it has been sinful and ruined in this millennium, it is extremely hard to live, and even several times almost seriously injured will die. .

If it is not the strength of its flesh, it remains, if it is the tribe of its family, carrying the ancestors and the will of the lord of the sacred sacred world, leaving behind the back when it is mated, it has already died. .

After all, in its body, the body qi and blood, so that it has the strength of the body, the dragon ribs have been extracted, without the dragon ribs, as if from the dragon into a snake, lost everything.

Nowadays, it can only play the realm of human cultivation. Even this is only after the help of its tribes. In this millennium, it struggles in pain, and it never falls into despair.

Once and for all, the singularity of being alone, once and for all, makes it full of madness and hatred. This madness is not directed at the rain, this hatred is not a barbarian against the dying land, but... The world, but... the ancestor of the dragon family.

It is obviously coming back with the rain, but it is so endless. It is obviously loyal to the dragon family, but it has been drawn out of the dragon ribs. It is obviously the most proud of being the soul of the real world, but it is The Emperor of the Emperor of the Emperor was abolished.

It hates!

In addition to hate, it has no other, because it is not enough to repair, it is comparable to the realm of human repair, in this source of waste, even the self-protection is not enough, but because there is no dragon, it is repaired for a thousand years. Nothing, no matter how hard it is.

Can only be in this source of waste, in the years. Self-defeating.

If it is not a dragon body, then it may be better, or it can be changed, and it will not be like this. It can't change its body. It shows the Wolverine dragon. It is in this wasteland. For many people, it can be said that it is a treasure.

Its meat can nourish the body after eating. Its scales can be condensed and repaired, become armor and even sacred to become a magic weapon, and its blood can be compared with Lingshi. Its internal organs are the best complement to the monks.

Its whole body bones are more precious and can be turned into a set of powerful instruments.

Especially its brain. Can make people in the sentiment, get the art of the underworld.

Even its soul has its usefulness, refining it by the strong, and sealing it into a magic weapon.

Such a dragon, such a self-protection, can survive in the previous thousand years, and it is already a miracle.

In this millennium, the dragon has thought about death many times, and despaired from the beginning of fear. Gradually numb, even in the end, death and life for it, it is no longer important, and it is so painful to live. Instead, it is better to be free from death.

However, it always remembers the ethnic group who helped himself before the distribution. He once said a word to himself quickly. There are countless aliens in the abyss after the black ink star, but also... there is a magical creation. . If you say that this source of wasteland can only be repaired as a place to return to it, only...the source of the sea!

Therefore, in the past millennium, it has been flying constantly, that is, to go to the black ink star, to the source of the sea.

However, all of this has now become a virtual shadow.

However, there is still unwillingness in the depths of its heart. This is unwilling to be obsessed with the passing of the years. It hates the real world of the Emperor. It is going to retaliate against the real world of the Emperor. It has to return to the dragon. A family, to defeat the ancestors of the dragon.

It also wants to... look at the little master of her own and listen to her calling her name.

But now it knows that this is impossible. Let me not say whether I can leave this wasteland of the gods. It is only the pursuit of repairs behind this moment. This robbery can't escape.

The sound of whistling behind him continued to come, and the screams and murders were smashed, and the speed of death was locked. The speed of the people was not fast, and the people behind them moped themselves, unable to escape.

Its consciousness gradually became blurred, and its body pain has been indistinguishable from which position, as if the whole body is everywhere, the blood is filled, the stranger of the monk behind the ear becomes a reminder, especially the bursts. The reverberation of the bell brings death.

It still remembers that it was three days ago that I passed by a meteorite floating in the starry sky, just taking a break and not showing the slightest malice, but I didn’t expect this piece of meteorite to be a group of monks’ caves. When the moth appeared, the dragon also tried to humiliate and pleased to leave.

What can be exchanged is this three-day pursuit. It can be seen from their eagerness and fierceness. They recognize that they are a dragon, and they are swallowing themselves.

Among these monks, there are four people in the world, and even one person has reached the realm of the mid-term. This is even if the dragon itself is not at the height of the peak, he is in the dead place. It is only the beginning of the beginning of the world, with the body of the dragon, can fight with the mid-term, but can not win.

But the strong man in the middle of the world did not pursue it personally, but the other three early stages of the repair, with nearly a hundred monks, launched a three-day pursuit of himself.

In fact, in the feeling of the dragon, there is no need for nearly one hundred people. In the early days of the three positions, you can kill yourself in an instant, even... most of the nearly one hundred people can do this.

But...they didn't, but instead they deliberately teased, just chasing and killing, forcing themselves to continually flee, constantly consuming physical strength, until now, it has been exhausted, but instinctively fled and lost. The power of all resistance.

The strange screams in the ear seemed to be ridiculed, and the sound of the bells was like illusion, which made the dragon consciousness more blurred.

Wherever it passes, the blood spills into the starry sky, its eyes are blurred, and it can be closed at any time. The sound of the whistling sound behind it is approaching, but all the blood that has fallen from it, this nearly one hundred monks quickly flew out quickly, the jade in the hand Bottle is charged.

"Yu Luo adults, the will of this dragon will be dissipated. This time the hunting is very interesting." Nearly a hundred monks behind the dragon, came a laughter, it was a young man who had just collected blood, facing the wrist of the monk The woman with the bell smiled and opened her mouth.

"This kind of dragon is very precious in the real world of the Emperor. It is easy to see that there are people out there, not to mention that in this wasteland of the gods, it can be seen that it must be the privilege of the real world of the Emperor, so it is distributed here. Come."

"Yes, its repair is just comparable to human repair, and we have seen in these three days that its dragon ribs have been taken away, which is equal to waste."

"Haha, this is what the dragon is, it is just a big snake, or the jade is a tall man, so that the snake can continue to escape, so that its blood can run, each drop is better than the raw extraction, even With this kind of pursuit, it will dissipate its will, it is more convenient for adults to control, and refine it into a flying weapon. It is much more convenient for us to go out in the future."

The laughter echoed, and the speed of the nearly hundred monks looking at the front of the dragon has slowed down, knowing that the dragon has reached the limit.

The woman in front of the crowd, with a smug look, the bell on her wrist swayed and looked at the monks around. The dragon was discovered by her, and she proposed this trick to kill and kill. It seems to be effective at the moment.

"Following a scent, the soul of this dragon will also be scattered. When it comes to sorcerer to let its soul condense in the body, it will be much easier to search." The woman’s eyes are excited, she doesn’t care what dragon blood and The instrument, she cares about the memory of this dragon, she was born in this wasteland, is very yearning for the four real world, but the people around him are like him, never left the source of waste Ground, but this dragon is in her opinion, it should be sent here, so that the memory of its soul must contain the picture of the outside world.

This is her curious place.

"Less master, can't play anymore, the front is the territory of the mysterious and grotesque, the ancestors once said, we are not allowed to go to other people's territory." When the woman was excited, the two middle-aged men who followed quietly behind her One of them faintly opened.

These two people are both in the early days of the world, just like the woman, but in the sense, it seems to have experienced the battle of nine deaths and one life, and there is a lingering temper.

Although she did not want to, but the woman hesitated a bit, but nodded helplessly, the wrist swayed, the sound of the bell immediately became a masterpiece, and behind her, nearly one hundred monks suddenly increased speed, directly beyond the dragon, surrounded it.

"The end of the hunt, kill this dragon, but the soul will leave me good!" The woman was cold and open, and there was excitement and cruelty in her eyes.

There was a burst of nostalgia around, and nearly a hundred monks showed their greed. The dragons in their eyes have already turned into a pile of materials that they can swallow, allowing them to cultivate their realm, and they are scattered at the moment.

The will of the dragon is completely blurred. It knows that it is going to die. Although it is unwilling, it can be...

In the smirk, it closed his eyes, but at the moment when his eyes closed, a soft voice immediately echoed in his soul.

"Little yellow..."

The sound came into the moment of his soul, and the body of the dragon was violently shocked. The vibration was extremely strong, and even its soul shook with it. Its will was even more in this mess.

Like countless thunders roaring in its mind, Xiao Huang is the most precious existence in the depths of its memory. There is only one person in the world who calls it this. It is a girl named Yu Yu, a small dragon. the host.

These two words, which have not been heard for more than a thousand years, are like the words that have awakened its memory, causing the dragon to tremble in this trembling, tears in his eyes.

But it knows that the person who calls his name at the moment is not a small master, but another...the sound he is familiar with.

"Little yellow..."

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