Tamer of the Beast

Mo Zixiao's eyes widened suddenly. The top-level monster that had been guarding the Fire Dragon Pearl for five hundred years was actually killed by his sword...

Although Fengjian is one of the two great swords in the world and is extremely powerful, without Leng Yiming's explosion, it would be absolutely impossible to exert such great strength. It can only be said that Leng Yiming just fought with the heart of dying together.

Got it!

At that moment, Leng Yiming touched his waist with his left hand, untied a string of small bells, and rang them with a strange rhythm.

"Ring, ring, ring..." is extremely crisp!

Mo Zixiao was confused. Even if the phoenix sword hit the fire dragon's head, it was only injured and not dead. Leng Yiming should have taken advantage of the victory to pursue him. But after it was defeated, why did he ring the bell? There must be some mystery in it.

Sure enough, when the fire dragon heard the bell, his huge body fell down, lying on his stomach and closed his eyes.

Leng Yiming smiled contemptuously. The black gold silk robe was tinged with bloody red. The three colors were mixed together. Not only were they not obtrusive, they were also extremely harmonious. This was the breath of the hell Shura. The gate of hell created an explosion of black and white impermanence.

Slowly walking towards the fire dragon, Leng Yiming stretched out his hand and pressed it on its head, pressing a golden mark that represented the ownership of the monster. The mark was a circling golden dragon, indicating that the monster was owned by him, Leng Yiming, and no one could take it away.

Mo Zixiao rolled his eyes. If he remembered correctly, he had just vowed to rip out the fire dragon's heart? Could it be that at this time, because it was a top-grade monster and he was reluctant to kill it, he simply conquered it?

Man, he is such a creature who will do whatever it takes to get what he wants.

Leng Yiming put away the Phoenix Sword, and the light disappeared immediately. If it weren't for the bloody mess on the ground, it would be hard to imagine what happened just now. Because now, the fire dragon is lying there just like at the beginning. Leng Yiming also looks calm.

Mo Zixiao finally understood why Ye Yan was willing to fall into the traps set by Leng Yiming. He swore that his current life, next life, and the next life combined would not necessarily exceed Leng Yiming's ability in this life. In fact,

It is the unprecedented strength of Xuantian Dynasty!

Five hundred years ago, the masters in various fields all dominated the world with their own abilities, but many others were weak. Leng Yiming is definitely an all-around genius that is rare to see in thousands of years! Except for Xuan Qi!

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat. Fortunately, Ye Yan didn't give him the Dark Black Ice Ax. Otherwise, Leng Yiming would really be proficient in everything, and several countries would be... unimaginable consequences.

"How about it? Can you do it?" Leng Yiming faced Mo Zixiao, raising his eyebrows arrogantly and provocatively.

"I'm sorry," Mo Zixiao replied calmly.

Leng Yiming could not see any emotion: "So, you are not worthy of taking Su Qinglan away."

Speaking of Su Qinglan...

His eyes moved to Ye Yan on the ground. Her lips were pale, her hair was messy, and she looked miserable.

"I almost lost my life for a broken bead."

Leng Yiming then remembered that the fire dragon should still be guarding the fire dragon ball. He involuntarily cast his eyes to a small iron-wood door further inside and caught his eye. Behind that, there was probably the place where the fire dragon ball was placed.

How many people want to find this legendary place, but they still fail to do so despite paying the price of death.

Lifting my feet and walking towards the small door, at that moment it seemed like five hundred years of time had stopped.

Mo Zixiao held his breath. He had never imagined that even if he saw the Fire Dragon Ball, he would not rush to fight with Leng Yiming. He would just watch silently.

That tall figure approached the iron wooden door

When I opened the door, I heard a creak, and one of the great treasures of Xuantian Continent, which had been covered in dust for five hundred years, appeared!

Red light shot out, almost blinding Leng Yiming and Mo Zixiao's eyes!

Even Yehui was stung by this dazzling light and sat upright, just in time to encounter this breathtakingly beautiful scene——

Red light revolves around Leng Yiming, a perfect combination of black and red. This is the color of life and death, a symbol of blood.

Yehui didn't even care to see how his master was doing.

Accompanied by the red light, Leng Yiming stepped into the room. On a jade table, there was an exquisite ice soul jade box. Since the ice soul jade is transparent, you can see a round, palm-sized grain inside.

The big red beads are shining

Dragon Ball has been shining silently here for five hundred years since its birth.

Leng Yiming picked up the box, which was just a small bead, leaving Ye Yan in an almost doomed situation.

I wanted to let go and throw the box directly to the ground to destroy it, but after thinking about it, I took it out.

"Fire Dragon Ball..." Ye Hui looked at the box with reverence and suddenly patted his head, "Where is the master?"

When he moved his eyes and saw Ye Yan lying on the ground, his expression suddenly changed and he rushed towards him: "Master, wake up!"

Leng Yiming didn't stop him

"Master, don't scare your subordinates!" Yehui panicked like a child who had made a mistake. What happened while he was unconscious?

That inexplicable explosion?

this……!

"Get out of the way" were two icy words thrown from above your head.

Yehui paused and moved away.

The ice soul jade box was thrown into Ye Hui's hand: "Take it, if it falls, I will pay it back with my own life."

Yehui thinks why this ice soul jade box is so hot to the touch.

A pair of big hands gently picked up Ye Yan: "Now that you have obtained the Fire Dragon Balls, let's go out."

"Where's the fire dragon?" Mo Zixiao interrupted.

"When I need it, it will naturally appear." Leng Yiming hugged Ye Yan and strode away.

It is dangerous to enter the gate of hell, but it is easy to get out. There is no danger on the way back, and the journey is smooth. Leng Yiming steps out of the gate of hell and returns to the Blood Demon Base.

"Your Highness, you are back, Master...what's wrong?" Feng Ling's reaction was similar to Ye Hui's.

"Severely injured" Leng Yiming directly carried Ye Yan to her room and put her on the bed

--cat dividing line--

As soon as they heard that Ye Yan was seriously injured and might die, almost all the Blood Demon members squeezed their scalps to see the princess.

Leng Yiming drove them all out, leaving only Mo Zixiao

"what to do?"

"How do I know, I don't have any healing elixir with me?" For a serious injury like Ye Yan's, the only person who can bring her back from the dead is a high-level healer (referring to level seven or above)

[Yeye, you can’t die, we Mingzi will be anxious, and rabbits will bite people when they are anxious...]