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"Uncle Wang, you should know me. Since you dare to say it, there must be a way."

Ling Yuan smiled slightly, and what he said made Wang Jing pause.

Then he seemed to think of something and stood up excitedly.

"Ling Yuan, if you can really save my old guy, you can do whatever you want me to do!"

Ling Yuan's mouth raised a curve: "I want to let Wang Ming recognize me as his godfather."

"Okay, from today on, we will become sworn brothers!" Wang Jing did not hesitate.

"Ah, kidding, don't take it seriously."

Ling Yuan looked at Wang Jing, who was not hesitant and shook his hand quickly.

He is only 18 and is still young, so he doesn't want to be a father for the time being.

"Uncle Wang, let's go out. Your contract beast should be quite a small one."

"good!"

Wang Jing nodded quickly.

Ling Yuan grabbed his arm and flashed his fiction

When it appeared again, it was already in the wild.

After glanced around, Ling Yuan said, "There should be no one in this place. Uncle Wang, let your contract beast be released."

Wang Jing nodded and slowly rolled up his sleeves.

On it, there is a flame tattoo like an oriental dragon head.

"Old guy, come out."

The tattoo turns red and gradually turns into flames.

The magma began to spread under Wang Jing's feet, and wherever he passed, it was burned to ashes.

Endless flames condensed a hundred-foot-meter-long fire dragon in the void.

The Holy Ancient Flame Dragon, the top ten fantasy beasts list, was one of the contract beasts that initially established the dominant position of the Yan Kingdom in Asia.

Very standard oriental dragon.

But in this way, the contract beast of the overlord level was lying on the ground in a sluggish manner.

Looking at the Holy Ancient Flame Dragon lying quietly on the ground, Ling Yuan walked over slowly.

In an instant, the red dragon opened its red and golden vertical pupils.

"Xiao Yan, it's okay."

Hearing Wang Jing's words, the originally vigilant Holy Ancient Flame Dragon relaxed and continued to lie weakly on the ground.

Ling Yuan looked at it and found that there were basically no injuries on the outside.

Wang Jing, who was next to him, couldn't help but feel regretful when he saw his old friend: "When I was in Tianfeng Mountain, because of my will, I forcibly blocked the self-destruction of a powerful man of the Demon King level."

"In order to save me, Xiaoyan transferred all the damage to himself. Although the external injuries were healed, the injuries in his body..."

"Don't worry, Uncle Wang, I will cure you."

Ling Yuan comforted him and made a move to the void.

The flame turned into two guns and appeared in Ling Yuan's hands.

"I awaken to seize the domineering principles of God... Cough, sorry, I said it wrong."

Looking at Wang Jing's strange expression, Ling Yuan coughed lightly.

A look of stern face ~

"The elf of loving and mediating"

"Please advise me, ward off you, and turn me into a huge demon."

"Phoenix!"

Song!

The sound of the phoenix sounded.

A pink divine bird emerged from the void behind Ling Yuan, spreading its huge wings and gently wrapping Ling Yuan.

The next moment, the strong wind dissipated and Ling Yuan, who was full of magic clothes, appeared.

A vertical pupil representing the devilish deification appeared on the eyebrows, and behind it was a pair of pink wings.

This is the second time Ling Yuan has used Phoenix's full-body magic outfit after the last time.

If he can, he really doesn't want to wear women's clothes.

With Wang Jing's dazed gaze, he slowly flew to the sky.

“Extreme magic!”

Holding the Sword of Xinyan with one hand and standing in his chest.

Light appeared in the sky, and a huge eight-pointed star magic array appeared behind Ling Yuan.

"hold head high!"

A pink energy giant bird bathed out of the huge magic circle.

"Wheel of Healing!"

The pink giant bird stoked its wings and slowly landed above the Holy Ancient Flame Dragon.

A white light wheel condensed and threw it above the Holy Ancient Flame Dragon.

The strong vitality began to continue to irrigate towards the Holy Ancient Flame Dragon lying on the ground.

"hold head high--"

Feeling this rich breath of life, the Holy Ancient Flame Dragon couldn't help but make a comfortable sound.

Hesit ~

Just as the methodical healing was healing, suddenly, an inexplicable black gas emerged from the Holy Ancient Flame Dragon.

The Holy Ancient Flame Dragon, who had originally closed his eyes, also showed a painful expression.

"Um?"

Ling Yuan frowned and shouted out the Demon God: "Phoenix."

"King, there is an extremely powerful energy in it that resists my healing."

Phoenix's sorrowful voice sounded at the vertical pupils on Ling Yuan's forehead.

"This power is dark, but very pure."

"It should have been mistaken when the Demon Emperor exploded."

Ling Yuan murmured.

"So……."

"Phoenix, you hold it."

Throw the Great Sword of Xinyan.

In an instant, the Sword of Xinyan stood in the void, and a huge female demon flew out of the Sword of Xinyan like blue smoke.

Appearing in the void, his hands folded across the air, and in the middle of his hands was the standing Great Sword of Fire.

"Okay, so big."

After seeing Phoenix, Wang Jing was attracted suddenly.

Ling Yuan shouted helplessly: "Uncle Wang, don't be stunned, look forward to your dragon."

Phoenix is ​​big, but you are also a family. Is it really good to watch it for so long?

"Ah, oh!"

After Wang Jing reacted, he hurriedly said.

When he landed on the ground, he looked at the red dragon crawling on the ground. The capital of gold opened and a golden sword was spit out with a golden halo.

Ling Yuan held the hilt of the Golden Osmanthus Sword and pulled it out.

He said to Wang Jing: "Uncle Wang, it should hurt a little later. Tell your dragon to hold on."

"If you let go, I will be optimistic about it." Wang Jing said.

Ling Yuan nodded and picked up the Golden Osmanthus Sword.

laugh--!

Insert it in one hand.
To be continued...