Although the language of the poisonous dragon race is quite weird, like dragons and insects, and has a somewhat nondescript feel, it is not difficult for them to master the "Animal Language Encyclopedia" Zhongwen.
However, he could not understand the words spoken by the Poison Dragon King at this time.
Or rather, it’s noise!
Just because the sound coming from the Poison Dragon King's mouth at this time had no meaning at all, it was more like a string of garbled codes on a computer, which was completely confusing.
Zhong Wen released his spiritual consciousness, but could not feel the slightest breath of life from the Poison Dragon King.
This giant, lively monster is actually dead?
A dead giant beast could not only run, jump, roar, and shout, but its speed and strength were even stronger than before. Such a strange phenomenon puzzled him, and for a while he was as confused as a monk Zhang Er.
"Squeak!"
Of course, the Poison Dragon King ignored Zhong Wen's thoughts, and just stared at him with his dark eyes. He let out a roar, pounced on Zhong Wen again, and simply and roughly pushed his head against Zhong Wen.
There was only one opponent left, so Zhong Wen was naturally not afraid, and he also waved his fist to face him fiercely.
"boom!"
A man and a beast collided together, their fists collided passionately with their skulls, and an earth-shaking loud noise erupted. A terrifying wave of air swept across all directions, blowing away the dark evil aura around them, and finally clearly revealed the figures of a man and a beast.
Looking from a distance, the size difference between the Poison Dragon King and the boy in white was dozens or even hundreds of times. However, this time the two sides fought equally, they were evenly matched.
What a powerful force!
Zhong Wen waved his aching arm, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes. He obviously didn't expect that the dead poisonous dragon king could still exert a fighting power that was not inferior to his own.
And the powerful effect of the "Five Yuan Divine Art" that can change the opponent's heartbeat and blood flow frequency does not seem to have the slightest impact on this strange creature.
"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"
Just as he was confronting the Poison Dragon King, "Zhongwen No. 2" was not idle either. He had already rushed to the head of the giant beast and bombarded its fat face indiscriminately.
If Tianxuan, who possesses the "Eye of God", is here, he will find that the white light people today are very different from before.
The light on the surface of his body became more and more dazzling, and his movements seemed to be faster and more flexible.
From the sound of the white light man's fist hitting the Poison Dragon King's cheek, even his strength seemed to have been greatly improved.
All this is thanks to the "Soul Nourishing Sutra" that Zhong Wen got by drawing lots from the fragments of time and space.
When he picked up this skill, Zhong Wenzheng was eager to roll a haystack with Shangguan Mingyue, and shelved it without even looking at it.
When he later had some free time, he dug it out in his mind and studied it, but he was greatly surprised.
It turns out that this "Soul Nourishing Sutra" does not cultivate spiritual power, but focuses on the soul. It can be practiced at the same time as other exercises. Once a small amount of success is achieved, the soul and spirit of the practitioner will be greatly stabilized and strengthened.
Such an effect seems to be inconspicuous, but for some unknown reason, the "Xinhua Sutra Pavilion" classified "Soul Nourishing Sutra" in the column of "Holy Spirit Level", which shocked Zhong Wen to the point where he almost doubted his own eyes.
Of course he would not let go of the Holy Spirit-level exercises.
After this practice, I can clearly feel that my mental state has indeed improved, my thinking is sharper, my reactions are faster, and the scope that my spiritual consciousness can cover is much wider than before.
Even the soul and body seem to have become more integrated.
This is undoubtedly an unexpected surprise for Zhong Wen, who was reborn and had a defective body fit.
But he still couldn't understand why this technique was classified as the Holy Spirit level.
After all, cultivating the soul is an extremely long process, and there is no way to speed up the progress with the help of magical medicine. It can be said to be protracted and long, and there is no way to bring much benefit to one's own strength in a short period of time.
And there is no such thing as a time-traveler like him. Ninety-nine percent of ordinary people's souls in the world can perfectly fit with their physical bodies, and there is no need to deliberately strengthen them.
Until one day, he suddenly discovered that "Zhongwen No. 2", who had been following him around, had changed drastically.
The originally hazy face of "Zhong Wen No. 2" suddenly became extremely clear. Looking at him, Zhong Wen felt as if he was looking into a mirror.
What's even more amazing is that the white light man seems to have taken some big tonic. Not only does he become radiant, but he also runs faster, jumps higher, eats deliciously, and his body is in great shape. It's like he has completely transformed. Like a person.
It's the "Soul Nourishing Sutra"!
Zhong Wen thought for a moment and quickly figured out the key.
This man of white light can practice any martial arts and spiritual skills he possesses, including of course the "Soul Nourishing Sutra".
He himself is a being similar to a soul body. Isn't practicing divine soul techniques equivalent to ordinary people practicing spiritual power?
In this way, the strengthening of "Zhongwen No. 2" seems reasonable and a matter of course.
Make a lot of money!
He couldn't help but feel secretly happy, he felt that this technique was tailor-made for him, it was a perfect match.
"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"
The white light man's offensive was like a torrential river, continuous, and every move was powerful and heavy. The range of the attack never left the Poison Dragon King's big face, until it shook its head and staggered around.
However, this terrifying beast seemed to have no sense of pain at all. Under the attack of such a violent storm, it stood firm without any expression of pain on its face.
"Squeak!"
It trembled all over, let out a scream from its mouth, and bent its hind legs slightly. Then its whole body jumped up from the ground and rushed towards Zhong Wen again. The momentum was even more powerful than before.
Since "Zhong Wen No. 2" cannot be seen, it will naturally blame all the damage it has suffered on Zhong Wen himself.
"Well done!"
Zhong Wen shouted softly, punched up again, and collided with the Poison Dragon King.
"boom!"
One person and one beast were ejected at the same time. Surprisingly, Zhong Wen retreated further than the Poison Dragon King.
The second time he fought hard, he actually fell behind!
Before Zhong Wen could recover from the shock, the Poison Dragon King had already bent his knees and was about to pounce again, without giving him any chance to breathe.
"boom!"
In the third confrontation, Zhong Wen retreated further and was completely suppressed by the Poison Dragon King.
If this continues, you will lose!
A sharp look flashed in Zhong Wen's eyes, and his gaze immediately became firm.
A domineering aura emanated from him, instantly filling the world between heaven and earth.
"A mere reptile dares to be so rampant!"
I saw him with a solemn expression and a majestic appearance, hanging high in the air, with an aura of nobility and domineering all over his body, as if he was a king who controls all things, "Die!"
He waved his right arm and punched hard towards the Poison Dragon King.
This punch was as powerful as a dragon, powerful enough to shake the mountains and rivers. The power was much greater than before, as if the heaven and earth were going to be shattered.
Bastard spirit!
A magical skill that uses the aura of the king to strengthen oneself and weaken the opponent at the same time.
"boom!"
This time, Zhong Wen finally suppressed the opponent in terms of strength and directly knocked the Poison Dragon King's huge body like a hill away, while he only took two steps back.
"Squeak!"
However, even though he suffered a heavy blow, the Poison Dragon King only lay on the ground for a few breaths, then turned over and attacked again without any trace of injury.
It's okay?
Looking at the giant monster charging towards him, Zhong Wen couldn't help scratching his head, feeling a little doubtful about life.
One man and one beast clashed again. Although Zhong Wen still had the upper hand, he could clearly feel that the Poison Dragon King's power was gradually rising, and he seemed to be catching up with him again.
And no matter how many punches it received, it could recover quickly. Its rough skin and thick flesh put Zhong Wen who had absorbed the essence and blood of the earth dragon to shame.
What kind of monster is this?
The more he fought, the more frightened he became, and he actually felt quite helpless.
That’s all!
After fighting for a while, Zhong Wen finally gave up the idea of subduing the opponent with his fists. He stretched out his right hand, and a blue-grey sword appeared out of thin air in his palm.
"puff!"
A man and a beast intertwined in the air. Zhong Wen raised his sword and brought it down. His movements were too fast to be caught with the naked eye, and a long wound was made between the Poison Dragon King's eyebrows.
However, what spewed out from the wound was not blood, but a dense black evil spirit.
Immediately afterwards, the wound healed quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and soon disappeared without a trace.
Damn, what are you doing here?
Seeing that this "dead corpse" was not only rough-skinned and fleshy, but also became more courageous as he fought, and even had its own healing BUFF, Zhong Wen felt that his head was as big as two, and he couldn't think of a way to win.
Evil spirit... evil spirit...
etc!
Could it be...
His mind was spinning, and after a moment, his eyes suddenly lit up, and an idea flashed through his mind.
Come inside and take a look!
He gave instructions to "Zhongwen No. 2" with his mind.
Then, the white light man who was punching the monster's face with a left hook, a right hook, and hehehaha suddenly stopped, and then his body became insubstantial, like a ghost, and drilled directly from the surface of the Poison Dragon King's skin. Go in.
