The Dragon from Hell

Zhongli let out a heart-wrenching cry. Qin Feng could see that he could no longer hold on, and he could not help but clench his fists.

Zhu Xing had just told him that even though Zhu Xing had successfully summoned the Blue Wolf, it did not mean that the Blue Wolf would agree to form a contract.

Every summoned spirit beast has a proud character. Not only does the summoner have to examine them, they will also examine their summoners.

Huang Qisi was born with animal bones, and he also has a white tiger to protect him. No matter what kind of spirit beast it is, there is no reason to reject him.

After all, the spirit beast and the owner of the contract are mutually accomplished. An excellent person who makes a contract can also greatly improve the spirit beast.

Moreover, if the owner of the contract can ascend, then the spirit beast that has formed a contract with it can also ascend.

The same is true in reverse. If the spirit beast that has formed a contract itself has the power to ascend, then the person who forms a contract with it will also be greatly improved.

Mutually reinforcing means that after the spirit beast is summoned, it will examine the person who summoned it with the most strict eyes.

This blue wolf should be like this.

But Zhu Xing also said just now that although Huang Qisi's words were unpleasant, there was one thing that was probably true.

Zhongli was just a mixed spirit bone, and this blue wolf came from the Xuanyuan clan and had the power of the Xuanyuan clan. Its owner should not be a mixed spirit bone.

To put it bluntly, a sweat-blooded horse would not be willing to bow down to a horseman to pull goods.

So it was still a question whether this blue wolf would choose Zhongli.

But Zhongli refused to give up. He took on Huang Qisi's attack. Because his spiritual power was almost exhausted, he could only defend and could not attack.

His eyes were still bloodshot, staring at the blue wolf, using his last strength to call it to form a pact with him.

The blood blurred his eyes, making Huang Qisi's facial features more hideous and distorted in his eyes.

"Don't shout, how could the blue wolf of the Xuanyuan clan form a pact with you?"

As he spoke, Huang Qisi had already pinched Zhongli's neck again.

At this moment, Zhongli was like a rag, letting Huang Qisi hold his neck. It was not that he did not want to struggle, but that he was powerless to struggle.

Looking at the blue wolf he summoned, its eyes were still staring at him, but it did not move at all.

There was not even a response to his request.

"Look, the blue wolf of the Xuanyuan clan, it doesn't look down on you at all, and it didn't even respond to your request. Do you still think you are my opponent?" Huang Qisi grinned, his face was stained with blood, but it was not his own.

He stared at Zhongli as if he was looking at an ant: "Four hundred years ago, Jiang Zeyuan lost to my master, and now you lose to me..."

"It seems that you two, master and apprentice, are destined to have only one way, that is, to be trampled under our feet for generations!"

"With you, you can never beat me in this life!"

He tightened the strength in his hand, grasped Zhongli's lifeblood, and could crush him to death at any time.

Zhongli didn't look at him, but looked at Qinglang not far away with blood all over his face, until the figure was gradually stained with blood and gradually blurred.

Is it really so?

Just because he didn't have a natural spiritual bone, is he destined to be inferior to others?

No matter how hard he tried, even if he summoned Qinglang, he couldn't get its recognition?

It didn't matter how Huangqi Si humiliated him, but why didn't Qinglang respond to him?

Even if he didn't recognize him, even if he denied his talent like Huangqi Si.

Why didn't he respond?

This is unfair, he doesn't accept it!

A spiritual power fluctuation suddenly erupted from Zhongli's body. This fluctuation made Huangqi Si suddenly open his eyes wide and retreat quickly, which also stunned the people outside the ring.

Someone exclaimed: "What is he going to do!"

Gusu He also opened his eyes wide, a little unbelievable: "He actually wants to self-destruct the golden elixir!"

Self-destruction of the golden elixir can be said to be a way to die together with the enemy in a desperate situation.

They were in another world inside the ring. Even if Zhongli blew himself up, it would not affect the outside.

But why did he do this?

Since Qinglang was unwilling to form a contract with him, he could admit defeat as long as he was still alive!

As long as he shouted to admit defeat, even if Huangqi Si was murderous, he would not be able to kill anyone in the ring. The rules of the ring would naturally stop him.

Zhongli had just condensed the sixth-turn golden elixir. After leaving the ring, as long as he was still alive, he would be able to become a leader of the new generation of the immortal gate in the future.

Even if he was born in the Beast Taming Gate, he would still be valued by the immortal gate.

But why would he rather self-destruct his golden elixir than die with Huangqi Si? Didn't he want to admit defeat?

Qin Feng didn't expect that such a strong obsession would burst out from this taciturn boy.

What was driving him, even if he died, he was unwilling to...Admit defeat?

At this moment, the expression on the face of the seemingly smooth and sophisticated Elder Jiang finally showed a crack.

His expression was stern, and he almost rushed into the ring: "Zhongli, what are you going to do!"

He used his spiritual power, and the cultivation of the great cultivators in the Nascent Soul stage was clearly visible.

But for the great sect masters present, this was nothing.

He used the power of the Nascent Soul to transmit the sound, which made Zhongli in the ring look stunned.

But it was only a moment, and he got up from the ground and stirred his inner world: "I'm sorry, Master, I'll go first."

"Stop!"

However, Jiang Zeyuan's voice was transmitted only once, and it was intercepted by the barrier again.

He was ready to get up and enter the ring, but was stopped by Elder Gao: "Elder Jiang, do you want to violate the rules of the Immortal Gate Conference!"

Jiang Zeyuan gritted his teeth. If he rushed in now, even if he saved Zhongli, Zhongli would no longer be accepted by the Immortal Gate in the future, and his future would be ruined.

But if he doesn't go, he will die now!

In fact, Gusu He is also anxious now. If the sixth-turn golden elixir explodes, even with the Lion God and the White Tiger, Huang Qi Si will not be unscathed.

Maybe he won't die, but his cultivation will definitely be greatly damaged, and maybe even his spirit bones will be damaged!

"Asshole!"

Gusu He's face turned pale. He also wanted to go in and stop it, but the rules of the Immortal Gate Conference did not prohibit the self-destruction of the golden elixir.

The main reason is that I have never thought that someone would self-destruct the golden elixir to win a competition.

After all, the Immortal Gate Conference itself is a competition between the new generation of disciples. Those who can cultivate to the golden elixir at this stage are all outstanding.

They cherish their feathers and their future. How could they do such a thing that harms others and does not benefit themselves?

This Zhongli is really crazy, just like Jiang Zeyuan!

Just when everyone thought that the two people in the ring were dead, a figure suddenly fell in front of Zhongli.

In silence, the mark on Qinglang's forehead lit up, which stunned Zhongli, who was almost crazy.

He raised his head and looked at Qinglang in front of him.

The latter looked at him silently, and suddenly said: "Make a contract."