Reborn 80,000 Years

Seeing the black fingerprints pressing down, the black dragon seemed to feel the overbearing pressure. He twisted his body and wanted to crawl back into the soil.

Yang Chen suddenly grabbed it in the air.

Time around the black dragon paused momentarily.

It was like suddenly falling into a prison composed of time and space.

In an instant, time flew by, and the black dragon's body gradually became weak and old, and its scales fell off the surface of the body like flowers, revealing the iron-gray old skin under the scales.

And its skin also became loose and dry in an instant, and its body looked like a dry tree root that had lost all moisture.

The Nirvana Fingerprint passed through the time cage and pressed on its body.

There was an explosion like glass breaking, and its body instantly turned into countless fragments.

Yang Chen destroyed the black dragon in the blink of an eye, but in fact he had used almost all his strength.

He was afraid that Mu Lingyun would not be able to bear the cold hurricane spewed out by the black dragon.

Yang Chen quickly walked into the depths of the cave with Mu Lingyun on his back. In the innermost part of the cave, a thick sacred tree root was exposed between the cave walls. It had been scarred by the black dragon's bites, and countless green juices flowed from it. The wound oozed out and emitted a bright green light.

The strong breath of life emanates from this wound.

The black dragon bit the roots of the holy tree and kept sucking its juice, causing the holy tree to wither. Fukong also used this to observe the emergence of spiritual veins under the holy tree.

In the same thing, Di Yan saw the withering of the holy tree on the surface, and felt the surge of spiritual veins under the tree from the sky, while Yang Chen killed the black dragon.

Yang Chen placed Mu Lingyun under the root of the tree, then picked up the juice from the root and wanted to feed her to drink it.

But when the juice touched his body, it produced a numb feeling.

The vitality and medicinal properties in the sap of the holy tree are too strong for Mu Lingyun to take directly.

He thought for a while, then suddenly bit his wrist open, and then dripped the blood into the sap of the holy tree held in his other hand.

After the blood and the sap of the holy tree were neutralized, the color became a little black, just like the color of the black dragon's body.

The black dragon probably didn't have this color when it was born. It was only because he often ate the sap of the holy tree and mixed it with blood in his body that his body gradually became pitch black.

After the blood and juice were neutralized, the medicinal properties were no longer too strong. After Mu Lingyun drank it, she slowly woke up.

Seeing the wound on Yang Chen's wrist, she was moved to tears.

Yang Chen smiled at her, then shook his head gently, indicating to her not to talk and to rest for a while.

At this time, a cold breath suddenly emitted from the air.

Different from the coldness of the cold current sprayed by the black dragon, this breath seems to carry an indescribable sense of loneliness and desolation. When people feel this breath, they seem to be in a garden after countless flowers have fallen. The forest is full of fallen wood.

A crack suddenly appeared in the sky, and two figures suddenly flew out of the crack.

The bright red robe, the beautiful face with a hint of indifference to all things, the narrow and beautiful eyes, the eyes are cold as if there is no emotion.

The Queen of Red Dust!

And behind her was Ling Yuyao, whom she hadn't seen for a long time!

She was dressed in white as snow, as if not stained by a trace of dust, and her thin white cheeks also had an expression of indifference and loneliness. When her eyes looked at Yang Chen and Mu Lingyun, there seemed to be no flutter in her eyes.

"Yao Yao!"

Yang Chen yelled, but Ling Yuyao's face remained as calm as water, with no trace of fluctuation visible.

Queen Hongchen sighed, with a disappointed expression on her face, and said faintly: "Xingchen, I didn't expect that you have not become stronger, but have become weaker!"

Yang Chen snorted and said nothing.

"Emotions in this world are like a quagmire. The more you sink into it, the more you can't extricate yourself. Unfortunately, you sink deeper and deeper into it!"

Yang Chen sneered: "You mean I have to be as ruthless as you to become stronger, right?"

The Queen of the Red Dust nodded and said faintly: "You know, you know everything, but you just don't want to!"

"As ruthless as you are, what if I become stronger than you?"

The Red Dust Queen laughed, with a hint of pride in her slender eyes, spread her arms, and grasped the space in front of her with a pair of hands as white as pure porcelain.

"If you are stronger than me, you can control everything!"

"All the worlds and all the planes will crawl under your feet, and no force can stop you!"

As she spoke, a trace of sarcasm appeared on her face: "And you, now you can't even defeat something like the World-Destroying Demon Lord!"

Yang Chen suddenly smiled at her: "Do you still remember that little monk?"

"What little monk!" The Queen of Red Dust was suddenly furious. She stabbed out a finger, instantly piercing a hole in the space next to Yang Chen's ear, and countless turbulent streams roared in his ear.

"I told you not to mention the little monk again!"

Yang Chen smiled, shook his head, looked at the Queen of Red Dust with complicated eyes, and sighed: "From the beginning, what you and I pursued were different!"

"You killed me twice, but you still can't change me!"

"I am who I am, and you are two completely different worlds!"

A furious expression appeared on the face of the Red Dust Queen, and blazing fire instantly appeared in her eyes.

She grabbed her hand in the air, and a hole immediately appeared in the space beside her, and then she stretched her hand into the dark hole.

Countless turbulent currents seemed to encounter floods on the rocks, and instantly retreated at her fingertips, forming two rapid but orderly rivers on both sides.

The Queen of the Red Dust opened her palm, and the torrent gathered in her palm, instantly condensing into an almost completely transparent long sword.

Senhan's sword intent spread from the sword body and radiated into the surrounding space, flying in criss-cross directions.

Yang Chen stared at her, and a sword spirit emerged from his palm. The colorful sword energy radiated colorful light, and the chaotic cyclone spread to the side with the sword energy.

Hongchen sneered: "You are no match for me! Stardust, you are too weak!"

Before she finished speaking, her body suddenly appeared in front of Yang Chen, and the torrent of sword intent in her hand instantly pierced Yang Chen's heart with her palm.

"ah!"

Mu Lingyun and Ling Yuyao exclaimed in unison.

Yang Chen's body seemed to be nailed to the wall of time and space for an instant. As time stopped, he lost all his strength and could only let the torrent of sword intent pour into his body.

The Queen of the Red Dust looked back at Ling Yuyao, smiled faintly and said: "You too, too weak! Although you follow me and try your best to imitate me, your heart is with him!"

Ling Yuyao suddenly shed a drop of clear tears in her eyes, silently looked at the Queen of the Red Dust, and suddenly said leisurely: "Why don't you?"