Even if the gods in the sky suffer such severe injuries, they cannot just say it well so quickly. They will heal it as soon as they say it heals.

"This guy is not... a divine beast in the sky, right?" Feng Chenglin complained with a big brain.

Suddenly, he took a breath, looking weird.

"San Young Master, then you say... If we eat this guy's meat and drink its blood, will we never die like it, and we can live even if we cut off our heads?"

Ling Luoyu also noticed the unusualness of the nine-headed dragon.

This guy's wound healing speed is simply amazing.

She was cut off just now and her head was still alive. She thought it was the unique talent of the Nine-Headed Dragon.

However, she knew the lethality of the soul blade.

With the power he used, it can be said that the injuries suffered by the Nine-Headed Dragon were not as visible as a blood skeleton that could be seen in the naked eye.

Its internal organs were all stirred up by the soul blade.

It is no exaggeration to say that its internal organs have completely become a pile of minced meat.

Moreover, when the gods come, it is difficult to restore the heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys.

What's so damn, reality is like this slap in the face!

The nine-headed dragon is resurrected in full blood!!

Hearing Feng Chenglin was whimsical, she rolled her eyes to him: "You are so looking forward to it, why don't you give it a try?"

Feng Chenglin was really ready to rub his hands and rolled up his sleeves: "Just try it..."

Just eat some meat and drink some blood, what’s there to dare not try?!

Ling Luoyu's words then came: "Then have you considered it? Which part of you should do first?"

Feng Chenglin: "..."

Ling Luoyu: "Don't tell me, let your fingernails be operated first!"

Feng Chenglin couldn't help but withdraw his hand awkwardly: "It's not necessary for us to do it now, right? Although this practice brings truth...but there is no need to be so serious about the practice of trying to do it!"

"Even if you are not serious, aren't you afraid of drinking its blood, eating its flesh, and growing three heads and six arms?"

Feng Chenglin suddenly stared at him: "...and, do you still bring such a person?"

Not to mention three heads and six arms, even if you grow one finger, it will take his life.

Ling Luoyu rolled his eyes again: "Or what do you think?"

“…”

"Do you really think that this guy can grow so many heads and so many internal organs in vain, it is a very normal thing. Is it a miracle that anyone can bear?"

“…”

"This guy is not a wild game. You can eat whatever you want and drink as much as you want. There must be something strange about it that can become like this. It may not be possible that its flesh and blood will also mutate. Ordinary people may have some strange changes if they take a sip..."

Feng Chenglin couldn't help but have a cold war and no longer had the intention of eating meat and drinking blood.

"San Master, you, what should we do now?"

This guy can't kill him now, and he can't beat him even if he beats him. He is even more clingy than a dog skin plaster.

Ling Luoyu's eyes sank: "What else can you do? Just fight!!"

The matter could not tolerate the two of them discussing what to do, because the Nine-Headed Dragon once again attacked them.

Just as the two of them "killed" the Nine-Headed Dragon again and again, Hua Tiehui finally ran here.

Looking at the two people who fought with Jiutoulong, he seemed to have not come back to his senses yet. He stood there in a daze, staring at the two people with his eyes fixed on them.

"Are we three... dead together?"
Chapter completed!