Dragging his heavy and tired body, all the trump cards he could use had been exhausted. He looked down at his weak and bloody hands, and his damaged fingers were spasming slightly due to excessive force.
Then he clenched a fist and raised it.
The young man's eyes were still clear, and he said: "Come on."
Click.
As if in response to the young man's unquenchable fighting spirit, the spear that penetrated the dragon scales on his abdomen trembled slightly.
Balian opened his eyes wide and tilted his head in surprise.
So in his surprised eyes, the tip of the spear was pushed out by a force.
The big snake roared and groaned with anger.
Balian saw it clearly. The moment the broken scales collapsed, there was a bright sword blade, breaking through a circle of blood. With a scoff, the spears clashed, and then the spear tip flew out.
The sword blade cuts out inch by inch, and the bright sword body reflects the light and shadow of this world.
The cold dragon blood spurted out of the body and turned into golden dragon flames burning in the violent wind and rain.
In the bright dragon glow, a girl who had been bleeding for a long time used her last bit of strength to break free from the sword.
Across the distance from the wind, rain and flames, she managed to keep her eyes straight.
The burning dragon's blood, the violent snowstorm, and the roaring waves make it clear that all these scenes are extremely eye-catching.
But her vision had long been taken away by weakness.
Still like this, she could clearly see the little corpse demon behind the dragon blood storm and snow waves.
The exhausted girl and the tired boy finally met again on the stormy sea.
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At the moment when everything in the world disappeared around him, Fang Geyu knew that he had fallen into the dragon's belly without looking or thinking.
Because when she couldn't see this world, it was like facing a sea of fire and hell.
For hundreds of millions of years, there have been countless ancient legends about dragons in this world.
Dragons can be both dark and bright, small or large. They ascend to the sky at the spring equinox, dive into the abyss at the autumnal equinox, and can bring about wind and rain.
It can be transformed into Jisu and Bisu, and Xuanshuang is thousands of miles away. The anger of the real dragon can make the sun and moon disappear, and the heaven and earth end.
The sacred dragon, which symbolizes the heavy rain of black frost, breathes in its belly and lungs like the blazing fire of the sun. Any food that enters its belly will burn the flesh and blood, and the soul will wither. It is no different from the hell of karma, burning with fire.
Dragons are the holy spirits living in mythology. Although the legends about dragons are widely circulated, no one has witnessed with their own eyes the legendary color in the belly of the sacred dragon that can control wind and rain.
Only Fang Geyu, who is truly in the belly of the dragon, knows the despair of life and death behind those widely circulated stories.
Ning Feiyan once told Bai Lian that since the snake was so interested in food, it would definitely not devour her immediately.
But the dragon's lungs are like magma and fire. Once it enters the dragon's belly, it is up to you whether it devours it or not.
Fang Geyu knew clearly that the big snake was not really interested in her.
And she is not as mysterious and powerful as Ning Feiyan imagined. Her realm of cultivation is only the realm of Kaiyuan, and there is no falsehood. The physical body has not separated from the mortal body, and the Taoism has not penetrated the gods.
The moment she fell into the dragon's mouth, she really saw the fire coming from the abyss of the dragon's belly and engulfing her.
Not even time to be afraid.
Clothes, flesh and blood, and bones can be destroyed in the blink of an eye.
All things are lost, and she is in the center.
It was also at this moment that Fang Geyu realized that death was not terrible.
What is really scary is that after experiencing a death personally, you will realize afterwards that you can't push away the overwhelming loneliness and fear like a tide.
In the burning fire, the silk protected her heart extremely well. The cold and bone-moistening filaments like silk wrapped the tiny heart in the endless flames of the lung fire.
As a fairy on Kunlun Mountain, Silk Fang possesses the magical power of restoration and rejuvenation.
The flesh and blood body began to grow in the violent and merciless fire, and the consciousness that did not feel the pain slowly gathered and returned. Silk Fang exuded the most healing, gentle and ruthless power in the world, reuniting her body bit by bit.
In Fang Geyu's entire world, there is nothing but the sound of dragon lungs spitting out fire and the strong wind condensing into mysterious frost.
In the world in the belly of the dragon, time is not limited by the laws of heaven and earth. The time here is extremely eternal.
The fire will never be extinguished, and the mysterious frost will never be extinguished.
Fang Geyu didn't know how many reincarnations he had opened his withered eyes. His tortured and disintegrated consciousness was eroded and mottled after being regained countless times.
She was confused and in agony.
Watching his body incinerated, regenerated, and incinerated again.
This process was painful and long. Fang Geyu didn't know where the end of his fall was, nor did he know when the torture of burning his body with dragon fire and cracking bones with black frost would end.
The threads in my heart never tire of releasing a warm and frightening power.
The moment her consciousness suddenly returned to clarity, Fang Geyu felt her body sink and fall into a sea of magma and fire. The boiling magma poured into her mouth pervasively, and her internal organs were rolled up by the fiery magma. It will only make people feel that a trip to the eighteenth level of hell is nothing more than that.
Hell has an end and a beginning, the sea of fire has no end, and there is no way to the other side.
When her body reunited again, Fang Geyu slowly raised her burning palm in the sea of fire, touched the warmth in her heart with her broken fingertips, and let out a subtle mocking laugh from her throat.
Suddenly, the sea of fire was slowly separated by a strange force, and the invisible air waves spread under Fang Geyu like a foundation stone for carrying people. The girl's slender and beautiful legs had already been burned in the sea of fire, and she knelt down in the air. Among the waves.
Slowly opening his eyes that were a little distracted by the pain, he looked at the Shifang Sword that had been unsheathed at an unknown time.
The sapphire on the sword's hilt gave off a cold luster in the sea of fire. There were countless cracks on the gem, and cold debris splattered out from time to time.
Those fragments reflected countless afterimages of the miserable appearance of the girl in the sea of fire. The sword energy separated the sea of fire, but it could not resist the hot breath of wind that choked into her mouth. Along with her uncontrollable coughing, the hot blood flowed from the sea. Tears gushed out from her lips and teeth, and a tearing pain arose in her throat.
Above his head, a faint white light suddenly flashed.
This white light created the second color in the red flame sea. Although it was subtle, it instantly occupied Fang Geyu's sight.
A cold, pale hand came out of the light and grasped the Shifang Sword that had been with her for many years.
The splashing and suspended crystal gem fragments all returned to the gems on the sword along with the movement of the hand.
The cracks slowly disappeared like fused ice.
In the endless lonely world, in front of Fang Geyu's eyes, a faint and gentle light shone quietly, and a beautiful woman dressed in snow clothes floated with a sword.
Her breath was like light smoke, lingering around Fang Geyu more gently than Silk Fangjin.
