New White Snake Asking Immortals

In the quiet ink painting space, the huge black and gray dragon soul and the little white dragon face each other.

The black and gray ink dragon soul also arched its body and raised its head high, looking around with mighty and domineering majesty. At a glance, it has an indomitable aura, which is a kind of natural and innate heroism.

The difference in body size is too great, Bai Yujun is the difference between an adult and a child in front of Dragon Soul.

The dragon soul is superb, but the little white flood dragon in front of him is different...

Although the body is also arched, the chest is raised and the head is raised, but I always feel that there is a breath of treachery, and I feel that if I don’t pay attention, I will run away and find a place to hide. There is no way, the growth environment is harsh and there are many disasters. Instinct to get used to it, you must know that when Voldemort gets used to it, it is difficult to jump up and flutter again.

The ink dragon looked down, maybe it didn't expect Xiaobai Jiao to be so cunning, shook his head and put on a mighty pose.

It seems to be asking Bai Yujun to learn how to be a real dragon.

Let's follow along obediently. Even if this old guy has only a little remnant soul left, we can't afford to offend him now. Maybe he can teach some benefits like the secrets of the peerless magical power of transforming dragons when he is happy. Then, raise your head high Domineering, but the eyeballs that are wandering around destroy the momentum.

Dragon Soul shook his head, raised his paw and patted Xiaobai's head lightly.

Bai Yujun was taken aback and quickly put on a pose, trying to grin her teeth and look super fierce.

This time, the ink dragon finally nodded.

Then, it started to walk around and circled up and down again, as if showing the artistic conception of flying and walking for Bai Yujun to learn from. Not to mention, it is very flexible and both attack and defense are in place, which is better than the grass snake of a certain dragon. Climbing too much, it looks like a real dragon rather than a ruffian snake.

Landing on the ground, he blinked at Bai Yujun, and Bai Yujun hurriedly imitated his appearance and flew away.

But, as always, with wicked eyebrows and mouse eyes...

Dragon Soul raised his paws and scratched his head, as if he couldn't bear it, then he raised his paws and knocked Xiaobai Jiao's head, causing Bai to stagger.

"Roar~"

It's very fierce, and it can actually make a sound, why didn't it speak so early?

It seems that he can only roar but can't speak, forget it, just be obedient and follow along, after all, it's better to learn some skills with a real dragon who teaches with his heart.

So, a certain white was flying around in the space like rice paper in ink painting, feeling exhausted.

Fortunately, in the end, I gradually mastered the charm of the real dragon, which is more elegant and flexible. Although I can't help looking around occasionally, in general, I have mastered many tricks and no longer scramble by instinct.

She has been busy for a long time and taught a lot, even if Bai Yujun is physically strong, she still feels exhausted...

Learning to learn, the dragon soul suddenly calmed down and stared at the little white jiao. Bai Yujun didn't know what this dragon who had been dead for so many years was in a daze.

It seemed that he wanted to remember the appearance of Xiaobai Jiao. After watching for a long time, the giant dragon suddenly recited some complicated and awkward mysterious language, which Bai Yujun half understood.

If you guessed correctly, it should be Dragon Language. Bai Yujun is currently just a dragon so she can understand a few words and phrases in the dark. It has been whispering, the language is very long, and there is an inexplicable mystery in it , can infect the mood, at the beginning Bai Yujun was still curious and wanted to learn the language, listening to it, moved and saddened her heart...

With the chanting, an indescribable mysterious luck blesses one's body, and one's fate is blessed...

The warmth fills the heart, and Bai Yujun can feel the care in it. This remnant soul that died for tens of thousands of years is exhausting its last strength to bless, praying for this white dragon...

However, it is committing suicide...

Although it is only a remnant soul, it can continue to exist. Maybe there will be a chance to be resurrected in the future. The dragon language blessing it uses consumes a lot. It can be said that it is no different from the last words on the deathbed.

"Hey! Stop! You're going to die!"

"Hey! Are you crazy!"

Dragon Soul looked at Xiaobai Jiao with a smile on his face and continued to chant, and ink paintings kept appearing around him, all of which were the pictures he had seen before, such as landscapes and attics, but those pictures began to collapse.

The dragon is about to die, and at the last moment he chooses to burn himself to light up the future of the juniors of the same clan...

The mysterious ancient dragon language murmured that the luck of the white dragon was undergoing a fundamental change. It reminded one of the most mysterious skills of the dragon clan, the dragon's contract, and it was the most mysterious to activate blessings.

Bai Yujun couldn't stop its self-termination, all she could do was listen quietly...

The ancient dragon language and the love and care in it unconsciously moved Bai Yujun, who was both happy and sad in his heart. Knowing that the last hope of the friendly and similar predecessors was about to disappear in the world, his heart was as sad as a knife.

A sentence of dragon words echoed in the world of ink painting, and the speed of the picture collapse accelerated.

"Is it possible not to die..."

"I'm the only one in this world..."

"Actually, I am very timid. I have been thinking about how to survive. I am a coward..."

The teardrops from the corners of Bai Jiao's eyes slid down the white jade scales...

After the dragon language blessing was completed, a divine light descended from the sky and landed on Xiaobai Jiao.

The giant ink dragon raised its head high again, raised its head high, and glanced at Bai Yujun. Bai Yujun blinked away tears and then raised her head. She no longer flinched and learned the majesty of a dragon. The spurs on her back exploded and tried her best to show the most domineering On the side of martial arts, at least let this giant dragon that is about to dissipate in the world know that what it taught in the end is not a waste!

One big and one small stood facing each other, like a toddler standing in front of an adult.

The huge dragon soul smiled, it would not die so peacefully, even if it died, it would have to leave majesticly, a dragon has the majesty of a dragon!

Head up, growl...

"Roar~!"

This is the real dragon chant, the dragon chant is melodious and majestic!

Then he lowered his head to look at Xiao Bai Jiao, as if continuing the previous teaching to let Xiao Bai Jiao learn how to roar and roar, his eyes were full of encouragement and expectation, and he stopped patting Bai Jiao's head.

Bai Yujun raised her head vigorously and opened her ferocious mouth to roar!

"Roar!"

Compared with the real dragon chant, it seemed a little immature, not so shocking or fierce, less domineering and more tender. The ink dragon soul nodded and roared again.

Xiaobai Jiao roared, trying hard to look fierce.

A big dragon and a small dragon and the white flood dragon faced each other, bowed their bodies on all fours and raised their heads to the sky and roared. You and me, let out the most ferocious roar...

The ink dragon soul roared and laughed, looking at this little cub lovingly.

Continue to roar, all kinds of landscapes and pavilions in the world of ink painting have almost collapsed, and the ink painting of the body of the dragon soul begins to dissipate, turning into ashes all over the sky and gradually becoming the same color as rice paper...

Finally, Shenlong announced his return to the world with a loud roar.

"Roar~!!"

As if a gust of wind had blown by, the giant ink dragon dissipated completely, and the surroundings became white again, leaving only a dead bone to continue to suppress the sea of ​​corpses in the ice field.

"Roar! Roar...!"

Baijiao kept roaring as before, and the childish dragon's chant echoed, and the heart-piercing dragon chant seemed to be seeing off the dragon, lonely and desolate...

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