Chapter 1251: Xiao Chongling

Although he has dredged several times, Zhu Minglang has never entered the bottom of the Xiangshengmu Road.

Zhu Minglang slid straight down the lengthy road. Not to mention, the experience was quite unique.

The trees flew past him, and Zhu Minglang felt that his speed was getting faster and faster. This was probably the first time that this wooden road to the past had a living person.

The wooden path was longer than he had imagined. Along the way, Zhu Minglang saw many corpses that had been discarded in the forest.

It took a long time before Zhu Minglang reached the end of the wooden path.

At the end is a very open mountain depression. The mountain depression is full of corpses accumulated over time, almost forming a small mountain of corpses, and the surrounding of the mountain of corpses is even more covered with bones.

It's hard to imagine such a green mountain and green water, there is actually a mountain sink full of bones.

It is estimated that no one has visited here for many years, and the scene is unexpectedly scary. If outsiders see that the Young Spirit Institute disposes the bodies of young spirits like garbage, they must have maintained it in the major Chinese states for so many years. The glorious image is about to be destroyed.

Young spirit homes are spread all over Juntian, and the young spirit home in Lizhou is obviously not the largest one. Judging from the overall system of the young spirit home, it is a relatively open organization, and it is indeed for the sake of living and living. dignified.

It is probably because Bai Qingchen, the dean of Lizhou, has some problems, that he created a horrible corpse pit here in the Young Spiritual Academy.

Alas, I am in my position, but I am preoccupied with climbing to the top.

Zhu Minglang jumped into the mountain depression, looking for the faint sensations in the sea of ​​corpses.

The moon was dark and the wind was high, and the coldness swished. Zhu Minglang vaguely noticed a little bit of weirdness.

He didn't know if it was the sound of the decaying bones, or if there was something eating the remaining meat in the corpse pile of young spirits. Zhu Minglang turned his head several times, but found nothing.

The surrounding area was too dark, and the faint starlight seemed to be swallowed by the dead air in the mountain depression after shining here. The rotten air and mountain fog were mixed together, making it difficult to see the road ahead clearly.

"Squeak~~~~"

The sound of mice came out, and Zhu Minglang found that the mice here were big and fat, and they could catch up with the little wild boar.

One of the mice exuded a demonic aura, possessed a certain level of cultivation, and had already become a spirit. It stared straight at Zhu Minglang, as if thinking whether to pounce on it, but the instinctive vigilance of this mouse spirit made him It brushes shoulders with death.

"The rats are so fat!" Zhu Minglang shook his head.

Although it is a pile of corpses, it is a young spirit pit here. The reason why the young spirits are called young spirits is because they have more spirituality and characteristics than those savage animals. They are the reserve army of the dragon. Transforming dragons can be regarded as a relatively special life, and their corpses piled up here, obviously fattening some things that live on corpses!

"Crunch!!"

Suddenly, Zhu Minglang noticed a sound behind him!

Zhu Minglang turned his head immediately, and saw a dead dog dragon pounced on it. Its whole body was covered with rotting flesh, its claws were even more poisonous, and there was a burning green eye in a pair of empty eye sockets. It was very scary!

Zhu Minglang was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect that there was a creature that transformed into a dragon here!

A wild corpse dog dragon!

Purely because it was conceived in such a "unique" environment!

Zhu Minglang was about to let the Nine-Tailed Dragon attack, when a pile of bones beside him exploded violently, and a necromancer the size of an adult lion rushed out, and it rushed up extremely swiftly.

At first, Zhu Minglang thought he was being attacked by two corpse dragons, but soon Zhu Minglang discovered that the corpse dragon that appeared behind was actually rushing towards the corpse dog dragon.

It flashed past Zhu Minglang, bit the corpse dog dragon with incomparable precision, and then smashed the corpse dog dragon fiercely towards the stone wall.

The corpse dog dragon was smashed to pieces all over its body, but it was a corpse after all, and it could move even if it was torn apart.

The various parts scattered and fled,

Finally meet again, which piece is missing counts as that piece has no fate, and then find another one to fight together, and it is a complete corpse dragon again!

The Corpse Dog Dragon wanted to escape in all directions, but the Necromancer moved faster. It ran to the vicinity of the Corpse Dog Dragon, and suddenly opened its back. There were countless green whiskers scattered on the back. There were so many of these blue whiskers, it seemed to be A ghostly wing made of soft down, they spread out in all directions, like a rather strange Hades flower! !

These wings have the power to suck food. After they stretched out, they began to suck the dead soul of the corpse dog dragon.

The torn body of the Corpse Dog Dragon was quickly turned into grains of bone sand because the energy of the dead soul was sucked away.

Soon, the entire Corpse Dog Dragon turned into dust!

Only then did the Necromancer's magnificent underbelly flower wings slowly retract, and its back also returned to its original appearance.

"Woooo!!!"

The little nine-tailed dragon made a warning sound, signaling the undead dragon not to approach.

But the undead dragon was still walking towards Zhu Minglang step by step, but at this moment Zhu Minglang discovered that the faint spiritual imprints came from this extremely unique undead dragon!

"Are you that little Chongling??" Zhu Minglang was greatly surprised, seeing the necromantic dragon completely changed.

"Su!" The Necromancer responded, its eyes were like the Yan Wanglong's, they were in the shape of dark flames, and they looked extraordinarily energetic, very fierce and fierce!

"No, you obviously already... oh, you already have the blood of the dead?" Zhu Minglang asked in surprise.

At this time, the Necromancer ran to the side.

After a while, the Necromancer brought a piece of clothes from the mountain wall, a clean one, which was exactly the coat that Zhu Minglang was wearing when he buried the little guy.

The coat has been torn, obviously it was broken when he transformed into a dragon, but Necromancer still carefully put away the clothes, and then handed it to Zhu Minglang at this time, to prove that he is the little Chongling .

Zhu Minglang himself couldn't believe it.

The dead young spirit actually died and turned into a spirit in this mountain depression, becoming a necromantic dragon!

The imprint on its forehead did not dissipate because of its death, but it inherited it after it transformed into a dragon!

Zhu Minglang stretched out his palm, and the previous imprint could not help appearing on the palm of his hand. At this moment, this imprint also glowed with a faint light, reflecting each other with the imprint on the Necromancer's forehead.

The Necromancer slowly brought its head closer, and put its forehead on Zhu Minglang's palm. The imprints coincided perfectly, and Zhu Minglang immediately felt a stronger spiritual bond being established. On the other side of Zhu Minglang's contract, there was another Yilong, and the dragon soul of the Necromancer also has a habitat at this moment!