Comprehension Dragon Soul

Ao Rui didn't react immediately. Although his strength has not yet recovered, it is probably equivalent to the cultivation base of human beings in the foundation building period. Among the Dragon Clan, he is only at the level of a baby who has just been born for a few years, and even his spiritual intelligence has retreated. To the age of children.But the death blow of the demon cultivator was really not a problem for him.

Not to mention anything else, the dragon's scale armor is a shield armor material that is famous all over the world.And with the growth of the dragon clan's cultivation base, the longer the scale armor is sacrificed, the stronger the defense ability of the scale armor will be.Regardless of Ao Rui's soft and soft appearance, the scales on his body have been sacrificed for at least 8000 years, and even Jindan stage practitioners can't break his scales.

It's just that there is no nourishment and protection of mana in the internal organs, etc., but the protection is far lower than that of the scales.The Jindan cultivator might not be able to break his scales with one blow, but his internal organs have already been shattered, so his life is still in danger.

Ao Rui is aware of his weakness, and also knows that the current situation is just a trivial matter, which has little effect on him.It was the first time he was protected by a person who was younger than himself and had even lower mana.

Xiaolong's head touched Si Minglang's chest, and the top of his head, which seemed to be growing horns, was still two meat buns, and he liked to rub it on Si Minglang's clothes when he was free.Soft yet hard to the touch, Si Minglang felt a little itchy when scratched. After being patted lightly through his clothes, Xiaolong curled himself up in a circle contentedly.

Ah, I feel that my bones have softened, I am so happy, the whole dragon is crispy!He bit his tail and twirled around in Si Minglang's arms, when will he be able to practice double cultivation with peace of mind, he really wants to grow up soon.

The reason why Ao Rui relaxed was that he realized earlier than everyone else present that the old demon repairer seemed to be fighting for his life, but it was actually just a fake show, and his real purpose was not to pull Si Mingming was buried with him, he risked his life, and turned all the monks in the city into blood puppets. He paid a huge price, and he didn't do it for the sake of fighting with others!

This old demon cultivator seemed to be about to send out a thunderous blow, but he blasted away all the uncontrollable grievances on his body, and he carried the essence of flesh and blood that he had not absorbed just now, wrapped in his soul, and went straight to the place that was forgotten by others. The zombie monk jumped on him.Although he failed to succeed in building the foundation, his soul has already undergone changes in the foundation building period. Seizing the house is a forbidden technique that can only be achieved by practitioners above the foundation building period. give up.

This zombie monk is the retreat that the old Moxiu prepared for himself. This is the body of a monk who lost his soul and turned into an idiot he picked up. The one whose vitality has never been cut off is just suitable for him to use it to seize the house. So what if he can't condense his pulse in this life, he still has more than a hundred years of life to look forward to, and then he will naturally have the time to seek revenge from these monks!

This spirit wrapped in blood mist, while the other monks were busy resisting the exploding vengeful spirits and filthy blood energy, rushed to the zombie as fast as lightning, and only waited to enter the zombie's sea of ​​consciousness from the Baihui acupoint and control the corpse A body without an owner, even if the body is successfully seized!

But at this moment, the eyes of the uncontrollable zombie suddenly opened, and a little silver light spit out from its mouth. The demonic soul shrunk in the essence of flesh and blood, screamed shrilly, but was hit by a defenseless blow. middle.Immediately afterwards, it was as if a candle was extinguished in a strong wind, and the smoke disappeared without leaving any trace.

The stiff zombie then opened his mouth calmly, sucking in all the essence of flesh and blood that Lao Moxiu had accumulated for half his life, and then, under Si Minglang's dumbfounded, his whole body was like soaked tea leaves. Stretched out, revealing a pale blue color—the copper-colored withered zombie turned into a young monk eight feet tall, with picturesque eyebrows and fair complexion.

The clothes are still the tattered clothes, and the person is still the same person, but he has become more alive, and his temperament has completely changed, and even the tattered clothes have an extraordinary aura.Si Minglang thought about the spells he could still use, but he could only smile wryly in silence. He had difficulty even escaping now, and this opponent seemed to be far more difficult to deal with than the old Moxiu before.The monk licked his lips with a full face: "This taste is still not strong enough."

"Little uncle is really handsome. No wonder my father has sent people to search for you for so many years, but they have not been able to find you." A male voice suddenly appeared in this small manor that had almost been razed to the ground.

Si Minglang's pupils shrank slightly. What attracted these people to squeeze them into such an unremarkable small town?He turned his face, and what appeared on the wall was a monk with a hood that he had met once.The fight on their side was in full swing, and the cultivators from the third-party forces who had not been able to appear all this time appeared at this moment!

The original zombie monk snorted: "Pretending to be a ghost!" He slapped the hooded monk with a palm, and the hooded monk received the palm, but the hood on his head was cut by the zombie monk's claws, revealing Zhang Junxiu's face came.

The expression of the zombie monk suddenly changed: "You are the son of the old master!" As he said that, he did not hesitate to let go of the bloody monk who was right in front of him. escape.The hooded cultivator just chuckled, threw a silver shuttle, ignoring that he was in the Qi training stage, and the cultivator had a gap in the foundation stage, and chased after him without showing any weakness.

Si Minglang watched the two demon monks disappear one after the other, and he came back to his senses when the Sun family monks approached him to talk to him.The face under the hood always looks so familiar to him, no matter which part of the face is combined, he always feels an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

The appearance of the zombie monk was somewhat similar to that of the hooded monk, but it didn't give Si Minglang the same feeling.He patiently exchanged a few words with the monks of the Sun family, and explained clearly to them the time and place when he found Sun Jingyi.Accompanying them to guard Sun Jingyi, until he was handed over to the subordinate who was holding the token of Sun Jingyi's sister, Si Minglang had time to rest for a while.

With the invitation from the Sun family, Si Minglang got a room in the city lord's mansion. There was also a pretty little maid who boiled hot water and brought it here. With a few petals, it looks very girlish.

Si Minglang didn't bother to change any more. He wiped his face with a towel, but stared blankly at his own face in the basin. No wonder he always felt familiar with the face of the hooded monk. He looked at his own face every day, so what? Can you not be familiar with it? !The similarities between him and the hooded monk all came from Yin Mochen!Si Minglang's heart was shocked. Although the similar appearance didn't mean anything, he still felt in his heart that the hooded monk must have something to do with Yin Mochen.Maybe he could find out why Yin Mochen had to put their mother and child to death...

Si Minglang was in a trance, but he didn't notice that his face had turned hard, but he saw his face on the water was disturbed by the ripples, and it became disorganized.This is Ao Rui jumping out of his arms and swimming happily in the copper basin, and swimming around with small petals on his head, lively and agile.

After waking up from the gloomy "past", Si Minglang reached out and splashed some water on Ao Rui, but he didn't realize that his expression became much softer, and there was still a hint of doting in his eyes.

Ao Rui heaved a sigh of relief. After realizing what stupid thing he had done to the petals, he flicked his tail angrily and splashed water on Si Minglang's face.

Si Minglang was taken aback for a moment, then laughed loudly.

In the early morning after the war, I secretly enjoyed this moment of joy.