Chapter 273 Qilin Dragon

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In the depths of the sloping village road, a large group of mourning dragons rushed over like a black tide!

These mourning dragons are attached to the bat phantom all over their bodies, and the evil spirit is so overwhelming that it makes people tremble all over!

Bingchen Bailong killed all the mourning dragons that came out of the barn, and it was solved very quickly, but the number of mourning dragons hidden in this stone village is far more than imagined!

"Bai Qi, block them!"

After Zhu Minglang finished speaking, he ran towards the old well that he had opened.

The well was filled with corpses, and the stench was overwhelming, but Zhu Minglang scanned carefully, and saw a short woman moving gently between several broken corpses. She timidly walked through the gap between the two bodies Looking up, he saw Zhu Minglang.

"Follow me." Zhu Minglang stretched out his hand and said to the short woman.

The woman is a survivor of the stone village. She heard the conversation outside the well and heard Zhu Minglang's footsteps.

When the voice of the mourning dragon imitating a human calling for help sounded at the barn, she instinctively reminded Zhu Minglang to run away. She didn't want to see people from other villages fall into the trap of the mourning dragon.

The woman was a little scared. She didn't know whether she should leave the well.

"Go, I'm the Dragon Shepherd, I can protect you, staying here will only lead to death." Zhu Minglang said.

The woman finally held out her hand.

Zhu Minglang dragged her out from the pile of corpses, only to find that the woman's leg was broken and she was unable to walk by herself. Fortunately, the woman was not very old and she was very light. Fortunately, Zhu Minglang carried her on her back.

"Then... is that your dragon?" The girl glanced at Bingchen Bailong, and saw that Bingchen Bailong was fighting with a large group of mourning dragons.

Sanglong is like a black frenzy, and none of them has the means to kill them. They are extremely good at cooperating, and they are not afraid even in the face of creatures higher than them.

The cunning Sanglong used various methods to besiege the Bingchen White Dragon, but the Bingchen White Dragon did not have too many weaknesses. Every Bingchen method it cast could turn a group of Sanglong into ice slag, and those who sneaked, disguised, It is also difficult for Yin Ye to be close to the Bingchen White Dragon's slender and dexterous but extremely lethal tail!

Bingchen Bailong used one against a hundred, and the terrifying wave of mourning dragons was stopped. It can be seen that the white frost froze the huge stone village, forming a giant wall of icebergs that was difficult for dragons to cross!

The star stone fell from the night sky and hit the stone village, the house was smashed, and the funeral dragon was also smashed to pieces. For the girl, the funeral dragon is a nightmare, and those funeral dragons obviously regard the Bingchen White Dragon as a slaughtering demon, and they will not Destroy them mercilessly! !

However, even so, Zhu Minglang was not very optimistic.

There are a large number of ghost dragons, and there are constant low roars coming from the depths of the village, and the dragon that can imitate human voices is standing on the stone hill, and is calling the mourning dragon with a strange cry. The arrival of the dragons.

In some caves that were originally used to store food, mourning dragons with blood-red magic patterns crawled out of them. They glide down from the caves, their wings are like ghost mephits, their claws and leather wings grow together, and their lower limbs are like eagles. With a grappling hook.

The night was dark, and these blood-red magic-striped bat-winged mourning dragons were awakened. Their cultivation was not high but their numbers were astonishing.

Hovering over the stone village, a large swirl of black wing bones formed, making one's scalp tingle!

Seeing this, Zhu Minglang decisively ran to the empty ground with the girl with the injured leg on his back.

Under the surrounding barn, mourning dragons with spider feet pounced on them silently, a phantom appeared on Zhu Minglang's body, and then the speed became extremely fast, and these spider-leg mourning dragons floated out like ghosts hunting.

These spider-legged dragons were chasing after them, and when they formed a line, Zhu Minglang moved his finger and swung towards the spider-legged dragons.

A bright sword brilliance shone, cutting in a straight line, and the sword spirit dragon attacked swiftly under the guidance of Zhu Minglang, cutting these mourning dragons in half...

"Is this also... Is this also my brother's dragon?" The girl's light purple eyes stared at the sword spirit dragon.

At this time, the Sword Spirit Dragon is accompanying Zhu Minglang. Whenever a Sanglong approaches, the Sword Spirit Dragon will shoot out its sword in lightning to kill the surrounding Sanglong. At least one Sanglong will be killed with each sword. If the angle is accurate, It can even kill several mourning dragons in an instant!

"It's called Moxie. With them, you won't die." Zhu Minglang said.

"But none of the others survived. I should go to accompany them... I just don't know how it will end. I lie with them and talk to them in a low voice. My uncles and aunts told me to keep quiet, but I don't want to Seeing that other people are the same as Big Brother Geng and the others." The girl said in a low voice.

The tone of her speech seemed to be talking to herself, but Zhu Minglang was a little confused.

She was lying with a pile of corpses, so how did the so-called uncle and aunt communicate with her?

Probably mentally disturbed, after all, hiding in a pile of broken corpses of his compatriots, a normal adult would be scared out of his wits, let alone such a young girl.

But no matter what, she did not hesitate to expose herself and remind herself.

This is rare.

Not everyone who has encountered such suffering has good intentions and courage.

"Zhu Minglang, we are surrounded." Nan Yusuo glanced at the sky, with deep disgust for those bat-like ugly dragons.

"Bai Qi is blocking the group of mourning dragons behind, let's fight out." Zhu Minglang carried the girl on his back and ran to the place where Li Xinghua was located.

The bull beast was panicked, and even knelt on the ground, trembling under the terrifying breath of the dragon.

Zhu Minglang hurriedly called out the Shenmu Qingshenglong, and helped Li Xinghua and the village girl onto the Shenmu Qingshenglong's back.

"I'll lead the way, can you deal with those bloody dragons in the sky?" Nan Yusuo said.

Nan Yusuo stretched out her palm, and a group of bright flames appeared in her palm. The flames danced in the air and turned into a huge flame totem.

Among the totems, an extremely mighty unicorn rushed out of it. Its whole body was blazing with flames, and its golden pupils shone with scorching brilliance.

The Qilin dragon is brilliant and dazzling in the dark night. It runs on the village road, and the flames of its hooves are left on the ground, leaving a long flame trail. The ghost dragons that were about to surround them were caught by the strong fire emitted by the Qilin dragon. Yan was forced to retreat, and finally there was a path to move in front of the door.

Nan Yusuo stood on the back of the Kirin Dragon, the flames were blazing, setting off her graceful figure, making her noble and powerful like a fairy living in a sacred volcano.

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