The chubby black cat disappeared, and what appeared in the sky was an ancient extremely fire dragon that was tens of millions of feet long.
The dark scales are engraved with extremely complex ancient patterns, which are bright and dazzling.
And the crystal clear dragon bone was submerged into the dragon soul inch by inch, integrating perfectly.
At this moment, seven or forty-nine thunderbolts suddenly descended from the sky, intertwined into bright yellow dense and thick electric grids, and struck the base dragon one after another.
"Awwww——"
"Hoooooo——"
Above the sky, among the thick clouds, a dark dragon was receiving the baptism of thunder and lightning. It rolled and shuttled through the dark clouds, making extremely miserable screams from time to time.
Ling Luo was on the ground, looking extremely nervously at the sight of the dragon's skin and flesh being torn apart in the sky, feeling frightened and frightened.
"Is he... really okay?"
Xuanyuan Yu's black hole-like eyes narrowed and he said in a deep voice: "Prison is now washing the bones and reshaping the dragon body. This is a process of death and rebirth, and it is very painful."
"You should be able to hold on. He, the cheap dragon, really hopes to have a dragon body of his own." Ling Luo sighed softly, with a hint of hope in his voice.
While watching the cheap dragon's skin and flesh being charred and bruised by the thunderstorms that descended from the nine heavens, he secretly counted for him in his heart, ten, twenty, thirty, forty, forty-six.
There are three more thunders!
The last nine paths are also the most turbulent and intense!
"boom--"
The forty-seventh bolt of thunder descended, and Jianlong's body was blasted into two halves.
"Boom——"
The forty-eighth bolt of thunder descended, and the body of Jianlong was blasted into four sections.
"Rumble--"
The forty-ninth bolt of thunder descended, and Jianlong's body hung directly from Jiuxiaoyundun, falling wildly at the speed of free fall, and turned into flesh.
Accompanied by extremely sad screams, Ling Luo's eyes suddenly widened, and her heart suddenly went cold when she looked at the large pool of broken bones, blood, and mud that fell from the sky into the courtyard.
Failed?
Not holding on?
"Prison!" Ling Luo roared, her voice trembling slightly and full of fear.
No...it won't!
The cheap dragon is so evil. How could a villain like him really be struck to death by lightning?
She doesn't believe it!
I won’t even believe it!
Ling Luo's eyes turned red. She ignored it and rushed directly to the endless mountains of flesh and blood in the courtyard that were blackened by thunder and lightning, and found the location of the dragon's head.
Lifeless red-black eyes, as big as a lantern, with an extremely painful and ferocious face.
Ling Luo stretched out her hand tremblingly and placed it on the nose of Jianlong - there was no breath.
She only felt that the blood all over her body suddenly became extremely cold, and a very important string in her brain broke with a "bang".
"Prison! Wake up! Get up!" Ling Luo's pupils lost focus, and he grabbed the dragon's beard with trembling hands, and a layer of mist was cast over his eyes.
"You're a cheap dragon who doesn't keep his word! What did you say when you made a contract with me? You said I would help you kill Chaos, and you would help me kill Chu Ye and Ling Ying. What was your promise?
If you die before you can fulfill your promise, are you still not a man?!"
Ling Luo roared hysterically at the corpse of Jianlong. Her emotions were out of control, and something warm rolled down her face.