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The dragon looked at the human girl in front of her and was also surprised. She was not afraid of death? But if she was not afraid of death, why would she shake?

"Longyin." Ye Ting pushed the girl away, smiled, and said to the dragon: "I hope you can keep your promise."

"Promise?" Jiaolong sneered. Facing the three mortals, it is no big deal to destroy a promise. The object of the promise depends on who it is. If it is a cultivator in the infant realm, it dare not make any promises casually.

"If I eat you, I will naturally send them three across the river. If you don't believe it, you can leave." The dragon was not in a hurry at all. Ye Ting really wanted to leave, and it turned against him immediately.

"Since that's the case, what are you waiting for?" Ye Ting took a step forward. In the screams of Xinjun and Longyin, Ye Ting had been swallowed by the dragon's mouth without a trace.

Before Langxi and the other two could react, the dragon turned around and swept his wet tail. The three of them flew onto the dragon's back and turned around.

The dragon head turned, and Langxi stood on the dragon's back, his eyes becoming extremely cold.

He said in his heart: You ate my brother, one day if I have the chance, I will ask you to bury my brother with me!

As Ye Ting said, no one cannot sacrifice on the wasteland. The dragon wants Ye Ting, and Langxi’s heart has its own choices. The four of them turn around and walk away, and they will not live on the wasteland for three years. If there is no food, they have to collect food and fight against the wild beasts on the wasteland.

Sacrifice Ye Ting, you can worship under the gate of Yulong City and become a monk. For people on the wasteland, this is an easy choice.

This does not mean that he is not angry. How many times have Ye Ting saved him? It is impossible to calculate, and it is even more impossible to explain who owe whom. The little boy planted the seeds of hatred in his heart, the target, and the dragon slaying.

Xinjun and Longyin were even more sad. They were able to survive the battle to siege the gangsters, all they could do was Ye Ting. Sacrifice of Ye Ting was a necessary choice, but the pain they brought to them was far more painful than before.

The past sacrifice was in the battle, in the flash of lightning. This time, Ye Ting calmly devoted his life, shocking them.

The dragon's throat was burning, Ye Ting was burned all over his body and his face was not covered with animal skin, which was particularly serious. He rolled forward in the dragon's throat, and the huge pressure made his bones break.

The fighting power of the wasteland boy may not be good, but his muscles and bones are extremely strong, but his throat constricts and crawls are too amazing.

It felt like it was so long that the time was twisted and twisted. Ye Ting suddenly fell into a space. His feet fell to the ground, and his feet were extremely sticky and slippery. Ye Ting held his breath, and the smell of intoxicating made him almost unconscious. It was obviously even more tragic that he would rather be unconscious and be digested by the dragon.

"Why are you not afraid, why don't you escape?" The dragon's voice came without warning.

Ye Ting laughed, and the dragon was a little angry: "Why are you laughing at?"

"I just remembered a joke." Ye Ting's answer. Jiaolong felt it was true, and his vague anger could not burst out. This kid was a fool, he was about to die, and he was still in the mood to joke.

Of course, Ye Ting would not tell Jiaolong what he was thinking. He was very worried that Jiaolong would be owed the debt and died quietly like this. Perhaps the best response was to deal with it.

His heart was full of doubts. A mortal boy, a hundred mortals, was not as valuable as a blood ginseng. A monster called him to eat him, but even if he refused, he could not escape. Since he could not escape, why not give Langxi and others a chance?

Ye Ting knew that he was different from ordinary people. He learned to walk and speak more than a year earlier than other children. He was thin and had about three times the appetite of children of the same age. In the wasteland, this characteristic is the rhythm of premature death.

But when he survived, his spiritual power was stronger than that of the warriors in the village. From the age of eight, he would use some wasteland spells.

When his father was seriously injured and dying, he told him that his qualifications were particularly suitable for cultivation. If the people from Yulong City came, he would definitely be selected.

Unfortunately, this time, people from Yulong City did not go to the village where they were.

This is fate? Is it your own idea to find the Dragon Sacrifice Platform. Finding the Sacrifice is also the goal you set. In the end, the one you eat is also the one you are eating by the monster.

It should be what he owed them. Ye Ting's eyes showed his face and his expression was still young. The youngest of these children in the village was only ten years old.

No one cannot sacrifice on the road of cultivation.

Others will be angry about the situation in front of them, but Ye Ting will not. It is not that he is so mature, but that since he is sensible, he lacks feelings, does not know how to be afraid, does not be sad, and does not regret. It seems that something is missing in his soul.

Ye Ting was too sensible, so since he became sensible, he felt that his only goal might be to practice in the Dragon City. Perhaps only practice can change this helpless feeling.

"I want to eat you because there is a treasure in your body." The dragon finally thought of a way to stimulate Ye Ting. It continued: "This treasure can make me ascend to the ground. Don't think about the old guy in Dragon City..."

"So you are just a beast, not a divine dragon!" Ye Ting was always a teenager and wanted to make some trouble for the big monster. But after saying this, he regretted it.

"When I digest you, I will eat your three friends, haha!" Jiaolong didn't expect that he would be angry with mortals one day. At this time, it had real hatred for Ye Ting.

It’s fine if the old guy in Yulong City is, but you dare to ignore my majesty if you are!

"Oh, I can't see it anyway." Ye Ting regretted it, and there was no reaction on his face.

The dragon grinned and said, "I will let you watch how I tear them apart. I will eat your soul slowly, and you will never have the chance to reincarnate again. In my belly, you will slowly understand what hell is."

"I regret it so much..." Ye Ting was telling the truth, but his expression, in the eyes of Jiaolong, was all sarcastic.

"No, little thing, you don't understand what regret is." The dragon's huge teeth intertwined, and it made a sound of biting. Ye Ting felt the smell of fishy smell in his mouth and nose. Under his wet feet, hundreds of tentacles flew up and pierced into his body.

"You are a dragon, not an octopus." Ye Ting's dead pig was not afraid of boiling water. The final stimulation made the dragon even more furious. Its power is equivalent to that of a human infant realm monk, and its realm is more than that of most kidnapping monks. But for some reason, it could not control its emotions in front of Ye Ting.

In the darkness, tentacles travel through Ye Ting's body. Hundreds of tentacles are formed by energy, and they rush along the meridians in Ye Ting's body. Only then did Ye Ting believe that what the dragon said was that he was going to hell.

He had never tried this pain. The Northern Wilderness had a shallow qi refining method. In the eyes of the Demon Sect, it was nothing but influential. At most, Ye Ting had the level of qi refining, which was too far away from foundation building. In his body, only three meridians could activate true qi.

These three meridians are still intermittent. It takes half a day to run a cycle and a few days to cultivate before they can perform the second time.

Now the tentacles in the dragon's digestive organs forcibly opened and widened all the meridians of Ye Ting. This was of no benefit to him, only pain. Such violent expansion of meridians does not mean that Ye Ting's cultivation has improved. This is a huge trauma. Those tentacles, at the same time, maintain his life and cannot die.

"First capture your soul and let you take a good look at how I deal with your three little friends."

The tentacles were destroyed and destroyed, and they went straight into Ye Ting's purple mansion's sea of ​​consciousness.

The dragon was a little confused. This mortal boy was just in the early stage of Qi refining. There was also condensation and foundation building, and other realms were far from reaching. Why had his Niwan Palace opened up the state of the Purple Palace's sea of ​​consciousness?

And inside Ye Ting's Purple Palace Sea of ​​Consciousness, the sight of the dragon made its huge dragon's heart twitch violently.

The soul of a mortal should have been in a chaotic state. But in the Purple Mansion Sea of ​​Consciousness, it saw Ye Ting’s clear human form and sat upright on an extremely huge stone plate. According to legend, a cultivator with extraordinary talent can open up the Purple Mansion in the Golden Pill Realm. A normal cultivator can only achieve the baby realm.

After the dragon was shocked, he saw the dense immortal texts on the Tenth Reincarnation Plate. This was really shocking and joyful. The special smell he smelled on this human boy turned out to be an immortal weapon! The soul of the young man sitting upright on the immortal weapon looked incomplete, and he was obviously not the owner of the immortal weapon.

The dragon is greedy. The tentacles it transformed subconsciously touched the ten-life reincarnation plate. On the ten-life reincarnation plate, countless transparent silk threads flew up, and they grabbed all of these tentacles and pulled them into Ye Ting's purple palace consciousness.

"Good life for the immortal!" The dragon was so scared that it was so heartbroken that he mistakenly thought that Ye Ting was an immortal, playing in the world.

Ye Ting didn't know what happened. He just saw the transparent silk thread quickly pulling the tentacles into the stone plate. The poor dragon's thousands of years of Taoism were destroyed, and a dragon soul was torn to pieces by the silk thread. The huge power of the dragon soul rushed into the stone plate. The stone plate, which had already been cracked by the dragon soul, began to shatter inward from the edge.

The ten-life reincarnation disk was broken, and green lights flew out of the fragments and rushed towards Ye Ting's soul. Ye Ting's soul swelled up, absorbing the soul fragments that had been divided in the ten-life, as well as memories.

Then his soul contracted violently again, and then continued to absorb, grow, and resume. After a while, Ye Ting's soul stood up in the center of the stone plate, and had turned into a young man, with a long sword in blue.

"I am Ye Ting, I am Ye Shenjun Kunlun!"

The collapse of the Ten-Year Reincarnation Tray continues. The stone plate that turned into fragments on the outside was divided by the transparent silk threads condensed by countless causal forces in the stone plate, and turned into dust. The causal force and dust turned into mud.

Ye Ting looked at the gradually shrinking ten-generation reincarnation plate and smiled bitterly.

When doing things in Buddhism, it is really easy to leak!

During the cycle of reincarnation, the voices of countless believers are getting smaller and smaller, but they are still extremely clear.

Lord Ye, I curse you for life, and be plagued by disasters, and cause and effect will continue to fall into reincarnation forever. Namo Amitabha, Namo Amitabha...
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