1164 Chapter 1164: Dragon Tomb 6

pain!

Desperate to die!

Aslan rolled on the ground in pain, scales visible to the naked eye grew out of his flesh and blood, unlike the cuticle dragon armor that appeared outside his body like in transformation.

A pair of dragon horns grew slowly from the top of his head, and the pain lasted for more than three hours before the pain stopped, and Aslan completely turned into a young white dragon.

This scene made Bai Long nod his head in satisfaction.

"You didn't die, and you really succeeded in transforming into a member of my White Dragon Clan."

Aslan cast a white dragon's ice crystal mirror, and then his eyes widened. He really turned into a white dragon.

However, he didn't panic too much. He quickly recovered his human form just like transforming into a dragon man, but the process was much more painful than transforming into a dragon man.

"Well, you are actually able to master body transformation proficiently. You are really getting more and more interesting, kid."

Bai Long raised his head and looked down at Aslando.

Only then did Aslan notice how powerful the white dragon was lying on the ground.

The height is more than 100 meters, because the tail is rolled up and the dragon wings are also retracted, so it is impossible to judge its length and wingspan, but the height alone is enough to prove his tallness.

"His Royal Highness, White Dragon! I don't know how to address you, and I want to know, what is the Evil Eye of the Void?"

"Trump Connard! The ancestor dragon of the White Dragon Clan."

After Trump finished speaking, the huge dragon claw flicked lightly, and a white light shot into his brain like this.

Aslan fell back, and when he recovered, he stood still looking at the mural.

Boom!

The sound of a heavy object falling to the ground brought Aslan back to his senses.

Ai Xinke looked embarrassed and picked up a gold crown on the ground.

Aslan closed his eyes and felt the strength of his body carefully. As he looked towards his right hand, his right hand slowly turned into a dragon's claw.

"It wasn't a dream just now!"

Aslan can be sure that all the knowledge contained in the white ball just now is true.

"Of course it's all true."

The voice sounded in the tomb, Ai Xinke shook his hands, and the crown he held in his arms fell to the ground. He turned around in fear and looked at the white dragon lying on the ground.

I saw the white dragon's mouth slightly opened, and the closed eyes also showed white light, and then a snow-white dragon ball flew out of his mouth and shot towards Aslan.

"From today onwards, you are the inheritor of my Trump. I look forward to meeting you next time."

The sound became smaller and smaller, and finally disappeared into the tomb, and Bailong's body, which had kept the reason, quickly rotted and crumbled, leaving only hundreds of drops of white dragon's blood sticking to the skeleton.

When Ai Xinke saw it, his eyes were red, and he rushed up immediately, but was slapped away by a mage's hand from Aslan.

"I just need a drop!"

Ai Xinke spat out a mouthful of blood, but he didn't care at all, and shouted anxiously.

Aslan put away the dragon's blood, which meant that he would be able to give birth to another 300 dragon slayers, and all of them were from the blood of the white dragon.

As the first god of the Central Plains, Sicano is recognized as the father of the gods. No matter which temple rises, they must recognize Sicano as the father of the gods. Without the existence of the father, the number of dragon slayers in the central plains is much more than that in the outer continents.

They have a more complete dragon slayer inheritance and cultivation system.

As the top powerhouse in the central plain, Ai Xinke naturally knows the power and mystery of the dragon slayer. He knows that it is impossible to achieve anything in this life, but after becoming a dragon slayer, his life span can be extended by at least fifty years. There is a slight chance to break through again, and even hit the realm of the great teacher.

Aslan did not put away the last drop of white dragon blood essence, he was going to do an experiment to control it in his hands.

"If you are willing to surrender to me and be loyal to me, I can give you this drop of white dragon blood essence and teach you how to cultivate."

Ai Xinke thought for half an hour, gritted his teeth and said, "I am willing to swear allegiance and sacrifice my soul."

Aslan smiled in satisfaction.

When the two came out of the main tomb, their identities were completely different, and Ai Xinke's aura also skyrocketed, faintly about to break through the middle stage of the mentor level.

The attitude towards Aslan is also completely different from when he first came in, it is completely the attitude that a servant should have.

"The wealth acquired by the Dragon Tomb will be distributed according to our agreement."

Aslan has no intention of taking advantage of Ai Xinke, and even plans to support their family, so that their family's strength in Chester will go one step further.

It will be convenient for him to control power in the future.

Ai Xinke was about to speak when he suddenly heard a sharp sound.

It's like someone is inside the wall, digging at the wall with their fingernails.

Aslan's pupils shrank slightly.

Stab it! zla! hereby!

There were sharp and ear-piercing rubbing sounds from the six sub-tombs, and then, the heavy gray-white giant door was either opened, or exploded directly, and six distorted huge figures rushed out from inside.

Not to mention how shocking the scene was, he grabbed Ai Xinke's shoulders, turned around and ran away.

These bone dragons with only skeletons left, although they have no flesh and blood, their speed is still terrifying.

In an instant, they rushed out to where Aslan was, and their target had already run towards the outside of the tomb, causing them to roar angrily.

The roar of the dragon made the entire underground building vibrate.

"You wicked thieves."

In the roar of the dragon, Aslan heard the meaning of the dragon language shouted by the six bone dragons.

He was immediately stunned. These giant dragons who had died for an unknown number of years, even after they died, still did not forget their nostalgia for wealth and treasures.

Aslan decisively threw out all the rare metals in the magic space, and the effect was immediate. The six-headed bone dragon picked up the rare metals on the ground while chasing them, and collided with the bone dragon next to it from time to time.

"That'smine……"

Aslan not only threw out the rare metals you found from the tomb, but also some of the rare metals he harvested by himself, and finally returned the pots and pans he used on a daily basis, anyway, as long as glass products are no exception.

Because the glass was fragile, the six-headed bone dragon had to slow down, carefully put away these exquisite glass vessels, and slowed down their speed again. As a result, they met Nomiri and Arturia who came halfway.

"Go!"

Aslan yelled.

Nomiri didn't say anything, turned around and hugged Artoria's waist, and ran wildly with Aslan, but after seeing glassware being thrown out from time to time, Nomiri followed suit and threw things.

Artoria and Aixinke watched in bewilderment as the six bone dragons began to attack each other in the passageway for the glassware.

"When did the dragon's eyesight become so low, and he beat his life and death for a little glass."

Artoria asked suspiciously.