Comprehension Dragon Soul

Si Minglang fainted, but he didn't know how much Ao Rui had worked hard for him to land safely. Xiaolong reluctantly used his tail to hook Si Minglang's waist, flapped his little dragon's claws, and tried his best to control him. The speed of the fall should not be too obvious, so that people would think that Si Minglang still had a spirit beast in his arms.It's not easy to know how to measure here.

Ao Rui took the time to think about it for a while, and quietly changed the direction of Si Minglang's whereabouts, and finally asked Si Minglang to land next to the female cultivator surnamed Shi.

Facts have proved that under the premise that Ao Rui has no way to show his figure - if these monks find out that he is a dragon that looks underage, thinking of the rare materials obtained from the dragon, Ao Rui will definitely have no bones today. live.Even if they didn't know about Ao Rui's existence, other people looked at Si Minglang without much warmth in their eyes.

People who have changed from spiritual believers back to ordinary mortals or monks, or found out in horror or annoyance, the health, wealth, cultivation, etc. they sought, all disappeared at this moment.The feeling of once having it but watching it disappear from his hands is extremely difficult.

Especially those monks, they will not be grateful to Si Minglang for saving them from the possible ending of the self-destruction under the control of their spiritual cultivation, but only remember the realm they fell and the power they lost.What is more tragic than those mortals is that these monks who have been controlled by the gods are more or less lower than before they became believers in the gods.

They have shaken their heart towards the Tao and fulfilled the way of enslavement implied by the spiritual practice. The more the Tao heart shakes, the more cultivation base they have fallen at this moment.Compared with the skyrocketing cultivation under the control of spiritual cultivation before, the gap is even bigger. How could these people have any good looks towards Si Minglang?

Not only that, everyone saw the two full-strength blows that Si Minglang launched. As the casting medium, there were two swords that were extremely sharp at first sight.There is also the storage ring in the hands of the spiritual cultivator, which is also in the hands of Si Minglang. It is a storage ring for monks in the Foundation Establishment period over the years. There are so many good things in it, who can't be tempted by it?If it weren't for the doubts about Si Minglang's remaining fighting power and the strange magic weapon on his body, these people would have swarmed over him long ago, wanting to get a piece of the action.

However, in Yandu City, there is such a monk who will not covet these treasures that are already his in the eyes of Ao Rui, and will not easily die under the hands of other monks, and will even help Ao Rui who is inconvenient to come forward, to replace him. He fought off the desperadoes, the little girl who was good with the sword.

Shi Roufang, that female cultivator who barely knows how to use swords in Ao Rui's eyes, had needed the support of the mortal King Yan when she went up to the rooftop, but after such a short period of time, her face recovered a bit. Bloody, even when she noticed the light blue tail on Si Minglang's chest, her expression remained unchanged.

Staring at the fiery-eyed monks looking at the rings on the ground, Shi Roufang snorted softly: "Ask about my sword first!" Her gleaming sword suddenly flew out of the scabbard at her waist.Led by her spiritual consciousness, she and Si Minglang were protected from water.

And when the monks in Yandu City once again sent their magic weapons to be slashed, the secret information collection channel that had been temporarily suspended due to the control of spiritual cultivation resumed operation.Those seemingly inadvertent messages written by people with different identities, from all corners of Yandu, were sorted and summarized in various ways, and finally transmitted to the person in charge of this organization.

In the information corridor of the closely watched monk, the message light representing Si Minglang lighted up quietly, and it was not that diligent puppet who took out the message from Si Minglang's name, but a person, a Si Minglang If you can see it, you must find it very familiar to mortals—the King Yan who was supporting Shi Roufang before, or the person who briefly replaced King Yan.

When the hand that took off the information came into contact with the protective barrier on the outer layer of the message, the camouflage on the surface also fluctuated. Under the face of "King Yan", there was a face that was somewhat similar to Si Minglang. In the small town, a demon monk who had met Si Minglang once.

He picked up the thin piece of paper, read the short content on it word by word, with a playful smile on his face: "Having a spirit beast that can quickly fill up the spirit of raising dragons, swords and dragons, the family inheritance The dragon bloodline still has the possibility of being inspired..." His eyes turned around on the "Underage Qingjiao" marked with the identity of the spirit beast.

He, who also had contact with Si Minglang, then, as an information provider, added a bit of information to the information, "The subject under observation had burn marks on his arm after using a strange spell." This was completely fabricated by him. The lie fell on the intelligence paper, was inserted into the paper of the transmission channel by him, and after meticulous processing, it reappeared on the information under Si Minglang's name, and a new conclusion emerged: it proves that Si Minglang has not yet inspired the family blood .

Looking happily at the puppet who was in charge of processing this part of the information, he copied two copies and sent them out. A bright smile appeared on the young man's face. The person who was eagerly looking forward to this news must be very disappointed. !

When Si Minglang woke up from the exhaustion, there was already a layer of magic weapon residue and faint blood stains around the viewing platform——that seemingly unmanned sword, when facing those with evil intentions, was actually No mercy.Compared with the previous Si Minglang, he is not inferior.

Seeing that Si Minglang woke up, his first reaction was to pull out the two swords in his arms, and put them on the ground in front of him. The other monks who were about to move him didn't dare to continue, so they had to back away bitterly.

Next, there is a private meeting to share the harvest that only the monks in the foundation period can participate in.

In this battle, Si Minglang's loss is of course not small. The dragon energy he had finally replenished, as well as the energy and mana that wasted, etc. were all exhausted. It is a kind of loss, but besides the loss, he can also be regarded as gaining a lot.