The blue dragon flying to the southwest was surrounded by hundreds of thunderbolts. Each thunderbolt was as thick as a bucket, penetrating the sky and the earth, smashing everything in its path with a devastating force, scraping holes across the ground.
Wherever it went, houses, pavilions, roads, bridges, carriages, horses and pedestrians all collapsed and turned into pieces, burning and flying out of several streets.
For the monks and soldiers of the Yu Kingdom who were scattered in different cities and fought on their own, they were fighting with the demons in the blood mist just now. Suddenly the blood mist subsided and the demons became significantly weaker. Before they could react, they saw the blue dragon. A vision of coming into the world and thundering in the sky.
The mythical beast that only existed in legends in the past suddenly appeared in front of them. After a brief shock, most people chose the most direct measure - to fight back.
Vast numbers of flying swords soared straight into the sky, their blades reflecting lightning, falling into the sky like thousands of meteors. Along with it, there were numerous and numerous telepathy devices and talismans that were launched into the sky.
However, all attack methods failed in front of the invisible wall constructed of jade pendants. You can only go so far and cannot go beyond it.
Thousands of brilliance flashed together, rendering the entire night sky into colorful colors. The continuous explosions were deafening, turning into air waves and raising dust on the ground.
The blue dragon was not in a hurry, and swept towards the southwest gate like a leisurely stroll in the courtyard.
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Outside the Shangshu Province, Song Shaoyuan looked at the vision of the earth shattering in the distance. He was silent for a moment and whispered: "It failed."
Li Ang, who was back to back with him, was speechless. He pulled out the Dragon Meteor Spear from the belly of the war elephant-sized demon, flicked the gun blade, and flung the bloody internal organs far away.
A circle of corpses of Haotian believers and demons had piled up around the two of them. The mountain of corpses was higher than the wall, and the fishy smell was soaring into the sky. Outside the mountain of corpses, there were still shadowy groups of demons surrounding them.
After the blood mist subsided, the already cloudy eyes of the demons became even more distracted. Under the control of instinct, they looked greedily at the broken ball at Song Shaoyuan's feet. Or rather, Dragon Ball.
The Qi and blood of the dragon genus are majestic and strong. Bathing in the dragon's blood can lead to a reborn person, and tasting ambergris' saliva can lead to immortality. The Haotian believers who lurked into the imperial city relied on the formation to activate the vast vitality contained in the dragon beads, and then weaved the blood mist to catalyze mortals into monsters.
In the eyes of the monster, this broken dragon ball is no different from the flat peach elixir. If it hadn't been for the demons hanging around it, the latter would have rushed out of the imperial city, killing and feasting everywhere.
"Do you still have the strength?" Song Shaoyuan asked in a low voice.
"About 30%."
Li Ang estimated that the remaining air sea should be able to hold on until reinforcements arrived.
"Roar--"
There were roars all around, and the demons pushed each other forward slowly. The desire for the Dragon Balls gradually overwhelms the fear of death.
"Sunrise."
"Um?"
"Thinking about it now, when I failed the exam in the academy, the year when I studied hard in the hut was probably the most peaceful and happiest time in my life. I wrote some poems, read some books, and planted some flowers and plants with Youxiao."
"Why are you talking about this?" Li Ang said in as relaxed a tone as possible, "We can get out alive."
Song Shaoyuan was still talking to himself, "I'll take care of family matters from now on -"
The words stopped suddenly, and Li Ang turned around to look, only to see Song Shaoyuan's tongue growing continuously, hanging down to his chest like a snake's tongue, and bifurcating on its own.
The blood mist had eroded deep into his bones, and pitch-black horns sprouted from the top of his skull, lower jaw, shoulders and neck, and were covered with dark green scales.
Song Shaoyuan pulled out a knife from his belt, cut out the overgrown tongue, and said vaguely with blood in his mouth: "Please, please."
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Li Ang felt like there was something stuck in his throat, unable to say a word. The dark silk thread in his palm swayed in the wind, but did not stretch out further - the demonic transformation was irreversible.
"Let's go. Leave this to me."
Song Shaoyuan smiled, patted Li Ang's shoulder heartily, bent down and picked up the dragon ball from the ground.
"Ho!"
He swallowed the dragon ball whole, and all the demon-transformed organs in his body suddenly seemed to be violently stimulated, growing rapidly and piercing the Dali Temple official uniform.
The demons were collectively agitated, all eyes focused on Song Shaoyuan, completely ignoring Li Ang standing beside him.
tread.
Song Shaoyuan took a trembling step forward, and the demons moved and followed suit.
Taking two steps and three steps, Song Shaoyuan gradually accelerated and rushed towards the demon. Catalyzed by the vitality that continuously erupted from the dragon beads, its size continued to expand, bursting the official uniform.
"Xue Gong, Zhenzhou, Song Shaoyuan!"
boom!
Like the King Kong statue in the temple, Song Shaoyuan roared and smashed the demon's head biting at his throat with one punch. Then he turned his fist into a palm and grabbed a flying snake in the air that was about to attack.
The flying snake struggled violently, and its venom-spraying fangs bit into Song Shaoyuan's mouth. However, the latter ignored it and pulled hard with both hands, breaking the snake's body.
The demons finally couldn't hold back anymore and came from all directions like waves.
Without taking an inch back, he twisted his body and struck out with his palm. Long and narrow bone spurs suddenly grew out of his palm, piercing through the two monsters. He raised his foot and kicked hard, crushing the long arm holding his ankle.
Knee strikes, elbow strikes, headbutts.
All limbs and bones can be used as weapons. It doesn't matter even if the wounds are exchanged for wounds. The vitality overflowing from the Dragon Balls can grow new flesh in the wounds in an instant.
The price is just one step closer to becoming a demon completely.
Amid the wild laughter, stumps were flying and blood was splattered.
Li Ang looked at the mountain of corpses that was getting higher and higher, turned around silently, stepped on the ground, and flew away from here.
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Snap!
A headless monster corpse fell down and smashed into the pool of dirty blood, frightening away the flies that came looking for the smell.
So thirsty.
Song Shaoyuan swayed and knelt on one knee, naturally leaned over the blood pool, and opened his mouth to suck the blood.
The fishy smell surged in his mouth, and he suddenly came back to his senses. He looked around, and in the mountain of corpses and sea of blood, he was the only one left standing.
puff.
He spit out the dirty blood, stood up in disgust and fear, and saw his reflection in the blood pool clearly through the moonlight.
The huge body as high as a four-story building was covered with horns, hair, scales, and eyeballs, and its original appearance was completely unrecognizable.
The entire back was rickety and bent, and on the dozens of sky-high bone spurs emerging from the back, there were mutilated monster corpses hanging on it.
Three huge mouths grew on the front of the body, each chewing on the stumps and broken arms.
In the middle of the big mouth, there is a sarcoma that is half protruding from the outside of the body - it is the dragon ball that is slowly recovering.
"Zhenzhou, Xuegong, Song Shaoyuan."
He repeated it again, turned around and lay down on the mountain of corpses, paused for a moment, and cracked his neck.
The dragon ball residing in the abdomen seemed to sense it, and once again erupted its remaining vitality, trying to rescue the only host still alive at the scene.
Just in vain.
Song Shaoyuan tore open a bloody hole in his abdomen and allowed blood to flow freely.
"Zhenzhou, Xuegong, Song Shaoyuan."
As he talked to himself, scenes of sad and happy past events came to his mind. He broke off the bone spurs in his palm and carved them on it.
After a long time, several figures came from a distance.
Pei Jing and the others, who had no time to repair themselves, slowly landed and looked around at the corpses everywhere. Their eyes finally focused on the largest demon corpse. They looked at each other with confused expressions.
The giant demon's blood had dried up, and in his stiff palm, he held a delicately carved bone flower.
(End of chapter)
