In the quiet ink painting space, a huge black and gray dragon soul faces a small white dragon.
The black and gray ink dragon soul also arches its body and raises its head high, looking in all directions with a mighty and domineering look. At first glance, it has an indomitable aura, which is a kind of natural and born heroism.
The physical difference is too big, Bai Yujun is the difference between an adult and a child in front of Dragon Soul.
The dragon soul is powerful, but the little white dragon in front of him is different...
Although I also arched my body, raised my chest and raised my head, I always felt that there was something sinister about it. I felt that if I didn't pay attention, I would run away and find a place to hide. I had no choice but to grow in a harsh environment and there were many disasters. Diving into underground rivers became a kind of It is an instinctive habit. You must know that once Voldemort gets used to it, it is difficult to jump up again.
The giant ink dragon looked down. Maybe he didn't expect the little white dragon to be so cunning. He shook his head and raised his head in a mighty pose.
It seems that Bai Yujun is being asked to follow and learn how to be a real dragon.
Let’s learn from him obediently. Even if this old guy only has a little remnant of his soul, we can’t afford to offend him now. Maybe if we’re happy, we can teach him some of the secrets of the unique magical skill of transforming into a dragon, and then, raise his head high. He acts domineering, but his eyes darting around ruin his momentum.
Dragon Soul shook his head, raised his paw and patted Xiaobai's head gently.
Bai Yujun was startled and quickly posed, grinning as much as possible to look super fierce.
This time, the giant ink dragon finally nodded.
Then, it began to wander and circle again, up and down, as if to demonstrate the artistic conception of flying and wandering, allowing Bai Yujun to learn from it. Not to mention, it was very flexible and was extremely capable in both attack and defense. It was better than a certain dragon's grass snake. There are too many climbers, and it looks like a real dragon instead of a local ruffian snake.
After landing, he blinked at Bai Yujun, and Bai quickly imitated its appearance and flew away.
However, as always, he is as sinister as ever...
Dragon Soul raised his claws and scratched his head, as if he couldn't bear it. Then he raised his claws and knocked on the little white dragon's head, causing Bai to stagger.
"Roar~"
It's very fierce, and it can actually make sounds. Why haven't you spoken yet?
It seems that he can only roar but cannot speak. Forget it, just be obedient and follow suit. It's better to learn some skills after finally having a real dragon teach you carefully.
So, Bai Bai was flying around in a space that looked like an ink painting on rice paper, and he was very tired.
Fortunately, in the end, I gradually mastered the charm of the real dragon, which is much more elegant and flexible. Although I can't help but look here and there occasionally, in general, I have mastered many tricks and no longer just rely on instinct.
After working for a long time and teaching a lot, even Bai Yujun's strong physical strength still felt strenuous...
As he continued to learn, the dragon soul suddenly calmed down and stared at the little white dragon. Bai Yujun didn't know what was happening with this dragon that had been dead for countless years.
As if he wanted to remember the appearance of the little white dragon, after watching it for a long time, the giant dragon suddenly recited some complicated and difficult to pronounce mysterious language, which Bai Yujun only half understood.
If I guessed correctly, it should be the language of dragons. Bai Yujun is currently just a dragon, so he can more or less understand a few words. It has been mumbling, and the language is very long. There is an inexplicable mystery in it. , can infect the mood. At first, Bai Yujun was still curious about learning the language. As he listened, he was moved and sad...
As I chanted, an indescribable mysterious luck blessed my body, and my destiny was blessed...
Warmth filled his heart, and Bai Yujun could feel its care. This remnant soul, which had been dead for tens of thousands of years, was using its last strength to bless and pray for his white dragon...
However, it is committing suicide...
Although it is just a remnant soul, it can continue to exist. It may have the opportunity to be resurrected in the future. The dragon language blessing it uses is very expensive, which can be said to be the same as its last words. After the blessing ends, it will be wiped out...
"Hey! Stop it! You're going to die!"
"Ho! Are you crazy!"
Dragon Soul looked at the little white dragon and continued to recite with a smile. Ink paintings appeared around him. They were the same scenes he had seen before, landscapes and attic ink paintings, but those pictures began to collapse.
The dragon is about to die, and at the last moment he chooses to burn himself to brighten the future of the younger generations of his race...
The mysterious ancient dragon language murmurs, and the fate of the white dragon is undergoing fundamental changes. It reminds of the most mysterious ability of the dragon clan, the dragon's contract, which is the most mysterious way to activate blessings.
Bai Yujun couldn't stop it from ending itself, all she could do was listen quietly...
The ancient dragon language and the love and care in it unknowingly moved Bai Yujun, and she felt happy and sad at the same time. She understood that the friendly predecessors of the same kind were about to dissipate the last hope in the world, and she was heartbroken and sad.
The words of the dragon echo in the world of ink painting, and the picture collapses faster.
"Can I not die..."
"I am the only one in this world..."
"Actually, I am very timid. I have been thinking about how to survive. I am a coward..."
The tears in the corners of Bai Jiao's eyes slid down the white jade scales...
The dragon's blessing was completed, and a divine light descended from the sky and fell on the little white dragon.
The giant ink dragon held its head high again and glanced at Bai Yujun. Bai Yujun blinked away his tears and raised his head. He no longer cowered and learned the majesty of a dragon. The bone spurs exploded on his back and he tried his best to show his most domineering attitude. On the martial side, at least let this giant dragon that is about to disappear between heaven and earth know that what it teaches in the end is not rubbish!
One large and one small stood facing each other, like a toddler standing in front of an adult.
The huge dragon soul smiled, it would not die so peacefully, even if it died, it would leave majesticly, the dragon has the majesty of a dragon!
Raise your head and roar...
"Ho~!"
This is the real dragon roar, the dragon roar is melodious and majestic!
Then he looked down at the little white dragon, as if continuing the previous teaching to let the little white dragon learn how to roar and roar, his eyes were full of encouragement and expectation, and he stopped slapping the white dragon on the head.
Bai Yujun raised his head hard and opened his ferocious mouth to roar!
"Roar!"
Compared to the real dragon roar, it seemed a little immature, less shocking and less fierce, less domineering and more tender. The ink dragon soul nodded after hearing this, and raised its head and roared again.
The little white dragon roared, trying hard to look fierce.
A big dragon and a small dragon and a white dragon, facing each other on all fours, arched their bodies and raised their heads to the sky, roaring. You shouted and I shouted, and they let out the most ferocious roar...
The ink dragon soul roared and smiled, looking lovingly at this tiny cub of its kind.
Continuing to roar, all the landscapes and pavilions in the ink painting world almost collapsed, and the ink on the dragon soul's body began to dissipate, turning into ashes all over the sky and gradually becoming the same color as rice paper...
Finally, Shenlong declared his return to the world with a loud roar.
"Roar~!!"
As if a gust of wind blew by, the giant ink dragon completely dissipated, and the surrounding area became white again. Only a dead skeleton remained to suppress the sea of corpses in the ice field.
"Ho! Roar...!"
The white dragon still kept roaring, and the young dragon's roar echoed. The heart-rending dragon's roar seemed to bid farewell to the dragon. It was lonely and desolate...
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