Lord of Pets

"You're careless, you're careless!"

The eight-winged lonely shadow angel looked at Jar Lingzi for help:

"You are a miraculous creature, can't you think of a way to save me?"

"My neck is twisted like this. If I move even a little bit, I might die!"

"No way!" Jar Lingzi angrily said, "Didn't I share the gift of miracles and provide as much help as I can?"

"Now that I'm broke and have nothing, what else do you expect me to do? I'm not the leader of a dragon!"

"Besides, if I were the dragon head, why should I save a novice like you? You should give me a proper reason!"

The eight-winged solitary shadow of the divine angel seemed to be stuck in his throat, and he wanted to cry but had no tears.

But in the peripheral vision, no other gods and angels could be seen at all, only the dirty blood rushing back and forth, staining the whole world red.

"I am the one who gets hurt, I am the one who suffers hardships, and I am the one who gets scolded..."

"Forget it, just get used to it. If I persist a little longer, maybe I can wait for rescue..."

"But what should I do with the Pale Hand? If he swallows it like this, if it really regains its strength, can the dragon head be beaten?"

"Don't ask me, I don't know!"

Guan Lingzi's eyes were uncertain.

As both miraculous creatures, only he could tell that there was an elusive and profound meaning hidden in the dragon head's seemingly arrogant face.

He actually just wants to see the pale hands plundering the origins of other evil spirits?

The sources are superimposed and the laws are gathered together. If the killing can be done at once, it will indeed save worry and effort, and it is expected to solve the problem from the root.

But those are the pale hands that ascend to a higher realm! His appetite must be greater than it was a hundred thousand years ago!

If he is allowed to devour it, will the Dragon Head burn himself with fire, unable to suppress it in reverse? !

Jar Lingzi was confused.

I always feel that there is a big chess game in the dark, and if I am not careful, all the extraordinary world will be played.

"What to do? What can we do?"

Without the pressure exerted by the pale hands, Miranda and the Hundred-Armed God stood up one after another.

Their injuries are definitely not minor, but they are still capable of fighting compared to those who are close to death.

"Protect the tribe and leave the rest to me."

The dragon's head's voice fell on his ears, as ethereal as a crushed cloud.

Mirenda and the Hundred-Armed God's eyes flashed, and they nodded slightly in response.

They had no idea what the Midgard Dragon was up to.

But after the identity of the dragon head was confirmed, his judgment could only be carried out unswervingly.

"Gather the tribesmen and count the wounded!"

"For those who are seriously injured but not dead, find a way to transfer to the secret realm through the teleportation device!"

"There are still angels with the strength to fight, surrounding me, all in the war field. If any evil spirit dares to approach, set fire! Kill without mercy!"

"Yes!" Bayi Paradise dragged the corpse of Bayi Qiangzhan and gathered towards the God of Angels.

"Xingquan, go find Garuda, he shouldn't be dead."

"Yes!" The eight-winged star power angel who had lost his six eyes stopped saluting and turned around and disappeared from sight.

The first-generation ancestral dragon, the World Shield Dragon God, and the Hundred-Armed Titan of the Giant Clan... all followed suit.

The collapse of the World-Breaking Gate is undoubtedly a devastating blow to the extraordinary camp.

Too many ancestors have lost their lives and annihilated their souls because of the random bombardment of their pale hands.

This is war, this is life and death between races.

The tragedy is no longer enough to describe, because new hope has been ignited once again.

All creatures, as long as they are alive and can open their eyes, will look towards the dome.

Even if they can't even see clearly, the battle between gods and kings.

But as long as they can capture a scene of the roaring roar of the dragon in the world, the light of life will continue to shine in their eyes.

"Come on, Dragon Head!"

"The White Emperor is dead, the Queen is dead... you are the last hope!"

"If you can't do anything, the ice and snow in winter will never melt again..."

…

The river of reincarnation.

The exhausted little rabbit closed his eyes again.

This time, it no longer wrinkled its nose, and its little face stretched out, like a doll sleeping in a cradle, quiet and cute.

The astonishing light enveloped its belly, then spread to its limbs, covering its entire body covered in bruises.

That light...

It's golden!

Even if it is very light and gentle.

It can't cover up the color, which is more eye-catching than pink and willow green, compared with colorful purples and reds.

"boom!"

"Bang! Bang!"

The beating of the heart sometimes sounds like thunder, sometimes like the roar of drums.

The storm, with Bai Wushang at the center, was spinning crazily.

The river of blood was unfrozen a long time ago.

Although it was galloping and roaring, it no longer dared to come within a hundred meters of the naked man.

It's as if there are ancient prehistoric creatures hiding there, and if offended, they will escape death.

The deepest part of the sea of ​​souls that no one can see.

Nine black suns are arranged in sequence from left to right.

The last one has expanded to a thousand times the size of the first one, and is still growing.

"Hula--hula--"

Invisible dams, intangible rocks.

The forbidden realm that can only be touched by the soul finally welcomes its first traveler after endless years.

An illusory soul is floating there.

Close your eyes, take one step at a time, move forward slowly and as if death is at home!

The flames turned into claws, clawing at his organs;

The storm turned into a crossbow and pierced his chest;

The vines turned into chains and wrapped around his ankles;

Darkness becomes a curtain, hiding his way;

Even the light was not standing by his side at this moment, turning into numerous phantoms, deceiving his perception and interfering with his belief.

Time just flows through the fingers.

At some point, the illusory soul opened his eyes and watched the flames being stepped on by him, the storm being left behind by him, the vines being split in half by him, and the darkness being blown away by his punch...

The indescribable golden light penetrated into his body, cheering, jumping for joy, and singing ancient and mysterious songs.

"boom!!"

Bai Wushang opened his eyes.

The moment I opened my eyes, I felt like I saw two volcanoes erupting instantly!

He raised his head, his gaze burning with divine fire penetrated the blockade of the River of Reincarnation and saw the twinkling stars in the sky.

That is the "starry sky", which is the protective barrier created by Sequence Six to guard the stability and peace of the extraordinary plane.

"boom!!"

The river of reincarnation set off a wave a hundred thousand feet high and crashed down hard.

Bai Wushang lowered his gaze and took a brief glance. The waves seemed to meet ghosts and gods, split in the middle, deliberately bypassed Bai Wushang's flesh and blood body, and separated on both sides of the bank.

"I……"

"It's different."

"Is this the pinnacle of the Emperor's Ancestor? In the past hundred thousand years, no human has ever reached a state. Now it truly belongs to me?"

Bai Wushang murmured to himself, clenching his fists, feeling unprecedented vitality and strength. When he looked around again, his eyes were shocked.