A fellow member of the dragon clan, messing around and becoming a dragon

[A person will die and die, so, fool...will you wait for a person for a long time? ]

The light element that does not belong to the five elements exploded at a certain critical point. The strong light made almost everyone close their eyes. Is it the Yanling Blazing Sun? Some people who still have hope are still thinking about it at this moment, but the hope is fleeting. The bright light only lasts for a few breaths and then quickly dissipates. It is replaced by an endless golden magic circle, suspended in the sky, rotating at an extremely slow speed, like Related gears, but closer to countless carved wheels, with eyes... opening and closing inside, staring into each other's eyes with everyone who looks up... How terrifying!

Everyone's bodies stagnated for a short time. Fenrir was the first to breathe a sigh of relief. To be honest, in the blink of an eye, the scene where the words and spirits were flying around and the elements were chaotic suddenly stopped and the words and spirits disappeared... No... the elements disappeared... In just one breath, the originally rich elemental power in the air disappeared like an ebbing tide. Seizing the gap, Fenrir was able to cope with it. Elements were something he was not good at. To put it simply, pure The power is what he is good at

The situation has changed. The upper hand that humans had gradually gained over him by relying on words, spirits and numerical superiority was instantly shattered due to the disappearance of the elemental power. He could hear... the sound of bones twisting and breaking due to the force, which was extremely pleasant... the sound of killing. Pleasure can make people forget pain, and the same goes for dragons. Fenrir's condition is very bad, but in a sense it is excellent...

"Luo Shui!" On the outskirts of the battlefield, Samson pulled Luo Shui, who was already a bloody man, in a hurry, but it was of no use. Even Litong's potion had little effect. Constantine was behind him, and they didn't have it. There was no room for him to retreat. Luo Shui beside him was trembling slightly. He must have been very tired. After transforming into a dragon, his body would have fallen into weakness. Now...he should be tired too...raised his eyes and looked around the battlefield for the last time, inexplicably. Yes, the position of his heart is a bit sour. He is unwilling to give in. The bellicosity in the dragon gene does not allow him to retreat, but if he does not retreat, His Highness will be exposed.

"Hey, old guy, now is not the time to be distracted." A rough voice sounded at an inappropriate time. It was a bit strange, but also very familiar. The people around him obviously had more air coming out than in, but they still pulled the corners of their mouths, showing a look that was uglier than crying. Luo Shui's smile was a bit dry for some reason. Luo Shui was the youngest among them. When he was a child, he always liked to call him "Old Guy", but he didn't know when he stopped... Facing that bloody face, a pair of golden eyes In their eyes, they understood for a moment that they could not let anyone get close to His Highness. This was an order and this was an obsession in their hearts!

"Norton, you only have thirty breaths. Within thirty breaths, I want you to win!" The whisper like a goddess rang in your ears. With the disappearance of the elemental power, the drama will finally reach its climax! At some point on the field, a huge dragon figure appeared, transforming into a dragon! Countless dragons transformed into dragons! Abandoning the spirit of speech and directly using the body as a weapon, the seven deadly sins came from all directions at any time, hung high in the sky, and headed towards Norton across the altar.

In the golden light above the altar, a pure white girl knelt on the ground, with soft silver threads hanging weakly on her shoulders. White stars fell at her feet, and the stars fell on the hem of her skirt, slightly Expressing fragmented spiritual light, the girl knelt devoutly, holding the pure white staff tightly in the palm of her hand. The white fingertips were connected with a sickly white color, which was rapidly climbing along the skin.

[Bone, weren’t you asked to guard Constantine? What are you doing here?] Li Tong lowered her head, with beads of sweat hanging on her pale face, and did not speak. She even said she did not have the strength to speak. Even the sound transmission from her spiritual consciousness seemed pale and feeble, hidden in the mist. His bones did not respond. It should be said that he did not want to respond. He silently transformed into his original body and circled the altar. The huge bone body almost sealed the altar. Everything in the outside world was blocked. Litong could not see it, and she had no strength to look.

[Miss, can you not even care about your life for an unwarranted feeling? ] She didn’t want to pay attention to the outside world, but there was always something that made her pay attention. Mr. Bones’ voice was still as clear and clear as she remembered, and it was very comfortable to listen to, but those words echoed in the small space, making her Litong's mind went blank for a moment, how could he ask this? What did he want to say? He...knows something...but after a moment of blankness, there was bitterness, and Litong's voice was very ethereal, with a bit of confusion [is this it? Is it because of this? …I don’t know…You know I don’t have memories from before I was a hundred years old, Constantine… He has a familiar aura, very reassuring, very similar to…]

[Is that so... Miss... For this illusory feeling, alas... you still can't let go...] [Miss, you obviously didn't do this before...] The last sentence was light and airy, as if making a homely statement. , the strange feeling creeped up again, but Li Tong was afraid that she really couldn't even think this time, there were so many heavy tones buzzing, it was so noisy, her head was going to explode! Roaring...crying...roaring...so many, so noisy!

Bang... The rubble exploded, and the stairs under the altar began to sink downwards as if they were stuck in a quagmire. Two huge figures could be seen tightly entangled in the flying dust, and blood... golden lava flowed all over the ground. Deadpool abandoned the enemy and instead went to snatch the bloody dust of this place. The great emperor bled... Angry roars resounded through the sky, and more blood spattered out, including Nidhogg's but more Behemoth's. Si... The reborn Dragon King was lying on the ruins at the moment. His vitality was passing away. Even the powerful self-healing ability of the Dragon Clan could not stop it. He saw the altar out of the corner of his eye.

The girl on the altar is so dazzling. I really, really want to see the horror on her face when her neck is bitten off. He is going to die... but he is unwilling... He lost his sister in order to win. He should have Killing Nidhogg at the end...it was all her, all this woman! It's all her! Why! Why! As if sensing the king's anger, huge waves rolled up on the sea, and endless water elements washed away the barrier.

Ten, nine...eight...Norton carefully counted the remaining time. The seven seven deadly sins all glowed with light. There was a faint connection between them, leaving one wound after another on Nidhogg's body. Seven... ...The sound of piercing the sky finally sounded, and the realm of crime and punishment unfolded. The sword broke through the armor and penetrated the flesh. Accompanied by the roar, the emperor's spine was penetrated, and the price was that Norton was directly hit from the front. Bone spur penetrates the heart...

Puff... Puff, the blood vessels in the body began to rupture. Li Tong turned into a bloody man in the blink of an eye. Blood beads slid down his cheeks and fell on the hem of his clothes. Star flowers withered in an instant, and thorns grew along with the blood. Gray Tibihua climbed up the staff and repaired the broken body along the skin, but... everything was in vain. The counterattack of the water element and the desperate mental attack of Black King Nidhogg could drain her dry in an instant. So he hasn’t died directly because of the explosion, just because the witch seal is forcibly repairing it.

Click, click, crisp sound of shattering sounded all around. Litong knew that in less than a breath, the elemental power would swarm in, and she would be directly counterattacked, but there were still a few seconds left, and she was almost there. With a little more time, she could win. The chance is greater... Constantine will not die... The blood is flowing back, eroding the pure white staff bit by bit, staining it with blood, and the originally stained golden magic circle is exuding blood light, and is mysterious The red will cover the world with a layer of blood mist