Meng Shuai has a lot of dragon souls, holding them in his hands, leaping with surging energy.

Just remembering Bai Ye’s warning, he couldn’t help but be moved - these dragon souls are alive and need to be cherished.

But no matter what, he is not a compassionate savior. Everyone needs to cherish it and everyone needs to protect it. In the end, do you really want him to sacrifice? Meng Shuai also needs to cherish it. There is only one in the world.

As soon as the hand moved, the mental power was connected with the dragon soul. With a roar, a silver light flew out of the light ball, turning into a living dragon, drilling into the stone wall.

Let's try it out first and see how it works.

The stone wall vibrated, and the entire area started with a whole piece of vibration. Then, a trace of cracks covered the surface. In an instant, the entire surface layer turned into fragments and peeled off layer by layer.

Peeling... Peeling...

From the peeling of the stone wall at the beginning, the cracks immediately extended to the dragon's body, and fine pieces of open spaces bloomed on the gray scales.

The vibration became more intense, and then other actions different from the vibration began to occur.

The stinging - stinging - a harsh friction sound rang out, and the dragon body, which leaked a trace of luster, was violently intertwined with the stone wall, and pulled it out inch by inch.

Meng Shuai finally saw what he wanted. The stone dragon, breaking the wall!

Pulling out inch by inch, the scales rubbed against the stone wall, making a squeaking sound, which was even worse than scraping the bottom of the pot. Meng Shuai saw that the teeth were sore and cold, and it hurt for the flesh of the real dragon. He knew that the real dragon would also hurt. Although it did not make a sound, the junction between the scales and the stone wall had already oozed a drop of blood and fell to the ground. Meng Shuai quickly jumped away to avoid being poured into the dragon's blood as last time.

Such a difficult escape is tantamount to torture, but it is like a phoenix draining fire and reborn in Nirvana. I believe that after such suffering, the stone dragon will be able to soar in the sky again!

It's just... it's too slow.

The string in Meng Shuai's heart was always tense. After all, the old dragon who was stagnant in the air would wake up at some point. Before that, Meng Shuai needed a real dragon to break through the wall and help him get the qualification to confront him head-on.

However, such a thing cannot be rushed. What kind of virtue can he be able to speed up the time for a real dragon to break through?

Otherwise, try to invest in a dragon soul? More power may be faster.

Wait...speed up?

Meng Shuai suddenly remembered that he could manipulate time. The weakness brought by his left eye could not be eliminated, but it was not impossible to force it. After all, compared to lifespan, the crisis in front of him was more important.

But he was afraid that he would faint. If the old dragon chased him, he would be unconscious and had nowhere to hide. How could he talk about fighting?

While hesitating, the little dragon parked on the stone wall suddenly flew up and jumped high. Meng Shuai didn't know what he meant, and his eyes followed him up. Just as he jumped to the middle of the sun, he suddenly rushed down and hit him hard.

"bump--"

The weak body hit the stone wall hard, and blood splattered everywhere. The stone wall was shocked by it, and the entire cliff trembled as if it was cracked. He also swayed and fell down.

Blood seeped into the stone wall. The stone dragon that was breaking through the wall shook, struggled hard, and struggled out a little bit of its body.

Just a little bit.

The dragon body rolled down the stone wall flew up again before it landed and hit again without hesitation - the "bang bang" sound was so harsh and so shocking.

"Stop hitting-"

Meng Shuai saw that his bloodline was going against the flow, and his body jumped, just grabbing the dragon body that fell again.

However, the moment he actually caught it, he realized that the power of the real dragon was so huge that he could not grasp the five fingers at all, and his body also collided.

Bang bang!

Two sounds, one is Meng Shuai and the other is Xiaolong.

"Damn it-" Meng Shuai groaned, feeling his heart swelling upside down, and a surge. However, he immediately noticed that Xiaolong had hit so many times and did not make a sound.

Unlike Shilong, Xiaolong can make a sound. He just roared and roared, but at this time, his body was dripping blood, but he didn't even make any sound.

Is this the backbone and rebelliousness of the true dragon?

Could it be said... Shilong can also speak out, but he can't speak out just because he is unwilling to show weakness?

Meng Shuai couldn't tell what he felt. He found that Xiaolong struggled again, and threw it out with all his strength, saying, "Go aside? I'm here." He said that, and opened his golden left eye.

Burning...the burning of life!

Unlike last time, Meng Shuai clearly felt that his life was burning, illuminating the small golden eye like a candle. The rotation of the golden vortex, every grid, was driven at the cost of his life.

The stone dragon on his head seemed to speed up the process of breaking the wall, but Meng Shuai had no time to take care of it because he was feeling pain for the passing of his life. It was like a floodgate that would release water. Once it was opened, he could not control it.

Meng Shuai felt that a clump of white hair quietly emerged on his head, which was a sign of his burning life. If he continued to burn like this, even if he did not die, he would probably have to lose his hair. He even thought in pain: He didn't need to introduce it, and others would know that he was a disciple from the north. If his face was not more than one level different, someone would believe that he was one of the three colds in the snow mountain.

Let’s burn it, let’s burn it. I’m only eighteen years old this year and I’ve been in the Hunyuan period. Hundreds of years are not enough for you to burn it? Can you burn me to death?

Just as he gave up on himself, he suddenly felt his energy stabilized and felt that the fire of his life was still burning. Although it was still burning, it seemed that another source of fire had been replenished. He would make up for the amount of losses outside. He no longer had any progress and became balanced.

Sleeping and helping him?

Meng Shuai turned around and saw a guy falling on his shoulder. He was quite big. When he turned around, he almost rubbed his chin.

Xiao Ba?

At some point, Xiao Ba came out of the Black Soil World, fell on Meng Shuai, actively communicated with him with his mental power, and shared his life.

Meng Shuai subconsciously wanted to refuse, but when he saw Xiao Ba's appearance, he accepted it. As a companion who is close to spiritual communication and is almost united, it is understandable to borrow it in critical moments. Just as he didn't want Xiao Ba to die, Xiao Ba also wholeheartedly did not want Meng Shuai to die.

Of course, there is another thing that touched Meng Shuai, which was Xiao Ba's unexpected vitality, which reminded him of the lenient reason such as "the thousand-year-old turtle of turtle of 80,000-year-old turtle". Although I'm sorry to Xiao Ba, it is basically impossible not to let him think randomly at the critical moment of life and death.

With Xiao Ba's supplement, the golden eye was running smoothly, the time on the stone wall was twisted, and the stone dragon pulled out one foot by foot, which was more than ten times faster. Although it could not feel the distortion of time itself, it was a great progress for the outside world.

However, this is not enough. The dragon's body is too long. Even if it is a ruler, it will take a long time to struggle, and there is not so much time at this time. The old dragon does not allow it.

With a roar, the huge dragon body appeared again. The old dragon had already broken free from the shackles of time and came closer.

"Damn it - so fast!" Meng Shuai stared at the stone dragon on the stone wall with a wrong eye, and could not even look back. Even if he looked back, it would be useless. It would be better to spend every little time on the catalytic dragon.

Sure enough, we still have to fall into a situation of racing against time!

He had considered this situation a long time ago, but there were too many accidents today, which made him use the means of delaying time in advance, which made him even more embarrassed. However, he still returned to the old path of fighting time with Lao Long. At this moment, he was clear-headed and wanted to: bet all the bets, and die in one fell swoop, but he had to fight until the last moment.

Therefore, he turned his back to Lao Long, not afraid, as if he was independent of the world.

But the golden light in front of me kept leaping, and the entire mountain wall seemed to be covered with a layer of gold paint.

At this time, Lao Long had already broken through the obstacles of time. Because of the particularity of time fluctuations, he never knew what was happening here. He only knew that in the blink of an eye, everyone in front of him disappeared, making him confused.

If it weren't for the golden light flashing in front and a large amount of breath came up, he might not be able to find the target for a moment. However, this is by no means a good thing. If he couldn't find Meng Shuai, his anger would not be calmed down, so he would naturally have to take his anger. Underneath was the Dragon and Tiger House, which was the object of his anger.

The onlookers who are still outside and who are "high-skilled and brave" in the Dragon and Tiger Courtyard do not know that they have escaped the disaster unintentionally.

Lao Long discovered Meng Shuai and rushed over with great anger. Then he discovered Meng Shuai's purpose. In addition to his anger, he became even more frightened and said angrily: "Okay, this kid is so bold that he dares to let that guy come out. Is this going to make a big fuss—"

After a few roars, he shouted loudly: "I will never allow it!" His body turned into a golden light and rushed towards the pilgrimage road.

The pilgrimage road was getting closer and closer. He clearly saw that Shilong's liberation had come to an end. He couldn't help but be shocked and angry, yelling: "Go to die--" and grabbed Meng Shuai with a sharp claw.

Of course, Meng Shuai heard the storm behind him, but he still did not look back. He had already made up his mind to die, and even if he died, he would say that Shi Long would release him!

For this reason, he was ready to face this thunder strike and back.

However, when this attack was hit, a strong wind suddenly flashed next to it. The yellow and black whip suddenly stopped it, intersecting his claws, but it was not inferior to the wind.

Long Zu was stunned, turned his head slightly, and saw a man riding a tiger in the air. The whip just now was the tiger's tail.

After looking closely, Long Zu shouted: "It's you? Meng Huiling, do you dare to come?"

Meng Huiling sneered: "I'm afraid you won't do it?"

Long Zu sneered, "The defeated generals are just ants. Look at you..." Suddenly, he saw the huge tiger under his seat, with the word "King" on his white forehead, and said, "Tiger King?"

After confirming it, Long Zu said in surprise: "You are getting back to life? You are the master of a mountain, and there are hundreds of younger brothers around you. Now you are going back to be a spirit beast for others?"
Chapter completed!