The Bald Monk in the City

　　 "Weird...thing!"

　　 Looking at Froz, who was wrapped in twisted steam in front of him, he was completely knocked down and spit out weak contempt in the mouth of the soldier.

　　 For the material world, it cannot be defined as a completely peaceful world strictly speaking.

　　 In fact, as far as the human instinct is intertwined with evil and goodness, war may never be eliminated.

　　 For the mortals who cannot feel all of this, it is because they live in a peaceful country...

　　 In the smoke-filled areas of this world, fire and blood are explaining the wild and primitive animal nature!

　　"Monster? Maybe..."

　　Froz looked at the soldier in front of him, and their guns still caused him very fatal injuries.

　　 But compared to the threat of guns, their lives seemed to Frost simply...

　　孱weak!

　　 A faintly distorted high temperature made a sizzling noise in Froz's hand, it was fatal enough steam!

　　Yes, when the crazy and violent dragon blood is integrated into his body, he is no longer the once pure human...

　　 He can eject hot flames and can manipulate them.

　　 He knew that this should be the lower bloodline ability that inherited the dragon's breath, and that he realized from the chaotic information fragments when he gained the ability.

　　 After all, he is not the way he appears now:

　　 is a brainless, cruel thug.

　　Before he merged into the dragon's blood, he was a person who successfully obtained higher education from a low caste and excels from it.

　　 From the current background of his country, this requires not only sufficient personal wisdom and will, but also the favor of fate.

　　 For such an existence, he knows that if he drives his own power, he can obtain a more terrifying strike effect.

　　 Through long manipulations in the underground caves, he gradually mastered how to use his flame ability to generate deadly high temperature areas.

　　Froz knew that his form of ability development was obviously not threatening to those truly powerful.

　　 But for mortals with relatively weak vitality, this high temperature area that can easily distort the air is enough to make them die in pain.

　　 The strength and fragility of life has always been something that needs to be measured...

　　Froz stood up, and at this moment this small town in the corner of the land of war in the material world had been completely captured by him!

　　 His soldiers looked at their leader with fear.

　　 Yes, for this land, madness cannot fully interpret it.

　　 After it was focused on by the wolves of the world, it was doomed that it would never calm down.

　　 For Froz, he hopes to realize some of his ambitions here.

　　The new era has arrived, and he hopes to leave his name in this unprecedented wave!

　　 When the world observes and describes this turbulent era, he can occupy a section of his own space in it, or just a paragraph is enough!

　　" Chief, we have obtained new information.

　　 Just as Frosz was pondering about his future expectations, one of his scouts ran over.

　　Froz took the information and looked at it, and suddenly his pupils with vertical pupils became excited!

　　 A fiery flame burned the note with certain information in his hand to ashes!

　　 "Go! How can they control such a life!"

　　 Without any hesitation, Froz led the soldiers directly to the distance.

　　 In the more distant area, some kind of faint, but also some kind of top-level predator's howl sounded constantly in the iron cage!

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　　"Monk! The ancient dragon will destroy those who dare to hunt them!"

　　 The soul of the Golden Dragon King, who was already weak, looked at the huge eight-armed monk in front of him.

　　 It knows that this time I am afraid that it will not escape the fate of destruction.

　　 A long time ago, in the war with Outland, it had already died once.

　　 For death, the Soul of the Golden Dragon King is nothing to fear or panic.

　　 But when a thing exists, whether it is made of flesh and blood, or a mixture of negative energy.

　　 Destruction and death are always worth trying to escape from.

　　For the Soul of the Golden Dragon King, it also doesn't know exactly how death feels.

　　 may be a long sleep for the dragon.

　　Or maybe, it's a fleeting ten thousand years...

　　 When the boundaries of black and white are confused, who knows what will happen next time you see the sky again?

　　"Hunting? No, I am not a dragon hunter, although I do know one such existence."

　　 Yi Qiu looked at the Golden Dragon King Soul, who had completely lost his resistance, and moved his gaze to the other side:

　　 There, Bikzi, who was wrapped in the green evil energy, nodded at him.

　　 "The lie is meaningless, I have already smelled the strong dragon grudge on you."

　　"Do you think that just the mortal thing trying to master the fel energy can wake me up?"

　　 The Soul of the Golden Dragon King ignored Bikzi who was moving towards it, and it locked all his last energy on Yi Qiu.

　　 From the bottom of my heart, to Yi Qiu, the Golden Dragon King Soul does not feel so angry now.

　　 Maybe before it was alive, there was still interest in fighting him.

　　 But now, after a long time of death, it has become very weak...

　　"Dragon's Grievance?"

　　 Yi Qiu shook his head, this is obviously some kind of cryptic magic mark.

　　 does not have too many magic marks with functions, but it is not so easy to clean.

　　Because of the particularity of the basic mission they need to complete, they are often put in a lot of effort by designers in terms of concealment.

　　 Against the special magic mark, a simple purification procedure does not have much effect.

　　 Especially for the kind of simple magic mark used for identification, sometimes it can be very troublesome.

　　 is like a sticky object that emits a peculiar smell, even if it is tiny.

　　 But as long as it does not exceed a certain limit, it can always be found.

　　 For a colorless, odorless, adherent that does not cause any tactile effects, it seems a bit troublesome.

　　 Sometimes, simple observation methods are not very useful for this kind of magic mark~www.wuxiaspot.com~To completely remove them, more complicated procedures are required.

　　 Of course, for Yi Qiu, except for those magic marks with plane information lock, he rarely cares about these,

　　 After all, those evil things gave him the mark, so far he has not eliminated it.

　　 "I just want to get food..."

　　 Yi Qiu looked at the Soul of the Golden Dragon King, and there was no cruel or wanton fluctuation in his eyes.

　　 Just as he stated, his actions to kill the dragon were not based on the evil characteristics or wealth of the opponent.

　　 But because: They are indeed good high-level magic ingredients...

　　 "If I met you tens of thousands of years ago, I would fight with you. If I could win, I would swallow you alive-this is my highest respect for the strong..."

　　 "It's a pity that I have no flesh and blood now, otherwise I don't mind if you eat me..."

　　 The Soul of the Golden Dragon King slowly climbed up from the ground, and then stared at Yi Qiu with its broken large vertical pupil.

　　 "Eat? A good idea, my fel is coming for this..."

　　 On the other side, Bequez released his fel energy to the Golden Dragon King Soul.

　　 Suddenly, the faint green light and a certain suppressed roar gradually spread in the depths of the Dragon Kingdom...

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