Chapter 723 The Last Breath of Dragon

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Heavy rain poured down, and the night in Kyushu was dark in the rain.

Even the cherry blossom area, the white gull area, the lantern hawk area...the sky in all places was covered by thick dark clouds, and heavy rain fell down.

Click, click, click...

Electric light flashes, illuminating the alleys of Xizhou, illuminating the heavy rain in the alleys, and illuminating the cracks in the doors of convenience stores.

Inside the door, Chen Dayong's face was full of ecstasy.

"Messenger, you are here!

"Ha ha ha ha!

"Can I be promoted?"

The dark, greasy, dirty, and distorted shadow in his field of vision was cast on the floor, trembling slightly.

It was a thin black dog.

At this time, he was not in the mood to talk to Chen Dayong, so he just raised his head and looked out the door.

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In the cherry blossom area, it rains heavily.

in school.

The students are still studying in the evening.

At this time, everyone looked at the heavy rain outside the window with confusion on their faces.

The students sitting in the corner stared at the stains on the table, which were clearly twisting and turning into a trembling rabbit.

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Click, click, click, click...

In the Lantern Eagle area, the lightning in the sky shines through the rain curtain on the ground, and the lightning illuminates the rooms on the roadside.

Inside the door, the blond young man smiled broadly and looked at his wine glass.

The foam in the cup suddenly formed the shape of a horse's head.

"wow, god..."

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On this planet, every inch of the sky is covered by dark clouds, and every inch of land is subject to torrential rain.

And thousands of believers on the [Sacrifice] path all saw the pollution messenger at this time, and some were smiling, some were panicking, or some were filled with ecstasy!

"...So, have all the pollution messengers found their containers?"

In the studio, Gu Shitong stared at the drawing board, his voice hoarse and slightly trembling.

After closing his eyes and feeling it, he smiled again.

"Hey Hey Hey."

Emperor Hongshuang guessed it right, the pollution messenger needs a container.

Break the container and the polluter will die.

But what she doesn't know is that the pollution messenger can be divided into smaller parts and enter lower-sequence containers!

Sequence three or above can accommodate a complete pollution messenger!

Sequence six or above can accommodate one-tenth of the pollution messengers!

Sequence nine or above can accommodate one percent of pollution messengers!

And ordinary believers can also accommodate one in a thousand pollution messengers!

Nowadays, almost all the pollution messengers have been reduced to pieces.

And the Red Frost Emperor in the sky...

Gu Shitong raised his head and looked out the window, looking at the dark night and the pouring rain.

"Hongshuang, how many sword strikes can you make?

"The oil is about to run out, hehe..."

He wiped the sweat from his forehead, feeling very embarrassed.

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"...So, do you understand?

"Sun Jinsong is a very high-level member of the Immortal Arts Committee.

“He has been doing underground tasks over the years.

"When he comes back and puts on his uniform, he will at least be a member of the Sequence Seven Immortal Arts Committee.

"With the merits of this mission, even at the level of Sequence Seven, he will be a very advanced one.

"When the time comes, he won't take notice of your small, broken companies, do you understand?"

In the quiet room, under the warm light, the Immortal Arts Committee member was comforting Zhu Andy.

In fact, this Immortal Arts Committee member is basically talking nonsense... He only knows that Sun Jinsong's confidentiality level is very high. But he didn't understand the specific rank and position of Sun Jinsong. He was talking nonsense just to appease Zhu Andy.

Next to him, Andy Zhu had tears on his face. Hearing the words of the Immortal Arts Committee member, his expression alternated between gloomy and bright.

"He is a member of the Immortal Arts Committee and has a very high level?

"Then after he comes back, my father will no longer oppose him, which is good...

"No wonder many times before, we somehow managed to escape danger, and it was he who secretly saved us..."

While thinking about the good things, bad thoughts popped into her mind.

"But, will his mission be dangerous? Can he come back..."

While thinking this, she shed tears again.

"Even if I come back this time, it will still be dangerous in the future..."

The fairy arts committee member who was talking to her quickly comforted her.

"It's not that dangerous. Just look at me and live well..."

Hope Andy wipes away his tears.

"What level are you at?

"Can you carry out dangerous missions?

"Are your colleagues okay?"

The Immortal Arts Committee member was hit in the face by three questions. He was speechless on the spot. He lowered his head and fell silent together with Zhu Andy.

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Boom!

In the cold space, the air is thin on the bronze altar.

As a result, Sun Jinsong could not hold the medicine stove firmly, and the sound of the medicine stove being dropped became much quieter.

His face was pale, his eyebrows were downcast, his waist was bent, and he was out of breath.

"Master, I...I...I'm not very good..."

Even if you are a great magician, your body has its limits!

Even if you can use alchemy methods to squeeze your body, there is always a limit to the squeeze!

He was dizzy and weak.

"Master, I..."

In his mind, Gu Xian fell into a bronze chair and shed tears.

The pool on the altar, the medicinal soup in it, is about to dry up again.

The medicinal soup was poured in many times, glowed many times, dried up many times, and even drained Sun Jinsong's body... But the wanderer who went to space for a long journey still did not come back.

Perhaps the wanderer wandered too far to see their signal.

Perhaps, the wanderer has died in a long time in a far away country, so that he cannot see the call of his hometown.

Sun Jinsong glanced at Blue Star again, looking at the planet shrouded in dark clouds. He shed tears and his voice was weak.

"Master, tell me, can I still go back...can I still go back..."

He shed two lines of shallow tears.

He actually fell to the ground and used his last strength to pick up the medicine stove.

The medicinal soup in this furnace is bubbling "Gulu Lulu" and has been prepared, but the medicine has not been added yet.

"Master, I won't go back... I won't go back..."

He used his last strength to raise the medicine pot to his mouth, and drank the medicinal soup "gulp gulp gulp".

After drinking, he put a piece of ore into the wound on his wrist to open it up.

Finally, he lay down on the ground, put his wrist into the pool, silently adjusted his body, and adjusted his body into a medicine furnace.

He began to fall into a coma and become confused.

He heard a "tick-tick" sound, which was the refined medicinal soup dripping from the wound on his wrist into the pool.

"This is the best way...

"This is the longest-term solution...

"I can... I can give it three days and three nights... I can definitely... I can... bring the wanderer back..."

He finally raised his head, glanced at Blue Star, and saw that Blue Star was blurry in his field of vision.

His neck drooped, and he no longer had the strength to raise his head.

It doesn’t matter if you don’t go back.

Anyway, he has no relatives or friends in Blue Star.

No one cares about him, no one even knows him, no one can notice his departure.

Just Andy.

Andy will be sad for a long time, right?

"Andy... Andy..."

His head was getting dizzy and his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier.

Gradually closed his eyes.

Tick ​​tock...tick tock...

The medicinal soup flowing from his wrist dripped into the pool and merged into the rune outline.

Emitting bright moonlight into the lonely deep sky.

In his mind, Gu Xian wiped away a handful of old tears.

"Child, you... you... alas...

"If the drifter comes back, he will definitely be able to save you!"

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The heavy rain is still falling.

Above the dark clouds, the Hongshuang Emperor's clothes were fluttering, and hundreds of leaf swords were circling and flying around her, like stars holding the moon, surrounding her.

The Chixue Qianshan Sword Spirit behind him also changed from his previous wretchedness, frowning, and his brows were full of solemnity.

call……

The wind blows.

The Hongshuang Emperor raised his head and looked at the deep blue sky.

“Those who should be killed have been killed.

"What's supposed to come hasn't come yet?"

Her time is running out!

The battle situation tonight looks pretty good.

However, she was always uneasy in her heart!

It feels like it still hasn’t hurt the enemy’s vitality!

I always feel that this bit of damage is nothing to God Lord Agu?

She frowned slightly, a hint of anxiety appearing on her expression.

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"Oh...it feels so uncomfortable."

In the dining room.

Divine Lord Agu put the newly cleaned small wine glass on the table and sighed.

There are already twenty-four small wine glasses on the table.

Corresponding to the twenty-four princes who were just beheaded by the Hongshuang Emperor.

“That woman, she’s going to run out of gas soon.

"Soon...soon...she will die..."

The butler behind him lowered his head and said nothing.

God has always been like this.

Facing an enemy with unknown means, the Divine Lord will never take action.

Even though the Divine Lord had defeated the Hongshuang Emperor ten thousand years ago and almost killed the Hongshuang Emperor... Ten thousand years later, the Divine Lord was still unwilling to take action.

After all, after thousands of years, who knows if Hong Shuang has any new trump cards?

Now, nothing else needs to be done.

Just need to wait!

When Emperor Hongshuang dies, everything will end naturally and smoothly!

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In the talking room.

Committee member Xian Shu and Andy Zhu fell into silence.

The immortal arts committee member seemed to be thinking of his sacrificed colleague. At this time, he was sitting there, just crying and not speaking.

Zhu Andy was even more frightened and crying, as if he had a premonition that something terrible was about to happen.

Listening to the sound of heavy rain outside, she sometimes shook her head and looked out the window, sometimes looked up at the ceiling, and her tears flowed more and more.

"No more...don't be a member of the Immortal Arts Committee...no more tasks...

"Jin Song, Sun Jin Song, come back soon... wu wu wu..."

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In the loneliness of space.

Sun Jinsong's body was already cold.

Sun Jinsong's wrist was hanging by the pool, still dripping with medicine.

The medicinal soup in the pool was outlined into runes, blooming with light and shining into the deep sky.

At this moment, ripples appeared in the space, as if wind was blowing in the space.

Click, click, click... the space is shattered!

Brushing, swishing, swishing... the cracks turned into swirls!

In the whirlpool, there is the distant starry sky, the same lonely and cold space, and the corpse of the wanderer, floating aimlessly.

That was not a human... but a huge, blue dragon!

It is the fairy beast of the emperor of the fairy beast kingdom, Canglong!

Its eyes were not closed, but the eyeballs had weathered and dried, leaving only two deep holes.

Its scales and claws were scorched by the heat radiation near the stars in space, and frozen by the absolute zero in the loneliness, and had become crystallized, fluffy and fragile.

There were dozens of pills flying around its body like satellites.

Each of these pills was made by Emperor Liuhuo, to help it sense pollution, collect elements, jump to deep space, or point the way home.

And now, in its dragon claws, it was tightly holding a pill for finding its home, which echoed with the bronze altar on the other side of the starry sky, and was emitting soft light across the vortex of the space wormhole!

It was already dead, so it naturally couldn't pass through the wormhole and couldn't return to the altar.

It was already dead, so it naturally couldn't open its eyes and couldn't take another look at the planet of its hometown.

But its nostrils seemed to smell a familiar breath.

But its mouth was open at this time, spewing a breath of dragon breath towards the wormhole!

This spit was its last arrangement before death!

And the silver-white dragon breath, like cosmic rays, like a galaxy, sprayed through the wormhole, sprayed out of the bronze altar, sprayed towards the blue star, sprayed towards the atmosphere!

It was also stirred up by the turbulence in the atmosphere, scattered into the dark clouds covering the planet, and spread out.

The silver-white dragon breath contains a special breath, which contains the last hope that Canglong found in the ruined civilization deep in the starry sky... This special breath seems to have been used to fight against the source of pollution. Although the ruined civilization has also been destroyed, this special breath may not be useful... But this is the only thing Canglong can do.

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Hua La La La...

The heavy rain was pouring, and the sky was dark.

Bai Mo stood in front of the window, looking at the rain outside, frowning slightly.

"Ah?"

Hua La...

He opened the curtains and stared at the rain falling from the sky.

There is a special substance in the rain...

"What is this?"

"I've never seen it before..."

In his eyes, five-colored fire flashed, and knowledge containers emerged!

His consciousness controlled a splash of rain, flew back to the office, and floated in the air, allowing him to observe carefully!

"This..."

He looked at it for a long time.

The special substance in the rain seemed to be unable to adapt to the environment of Blue Star, and could not adapt to the immortal order of Blue Star. It was rapidly decomposing and rapidly reducing its concentration.

"At most three hours, this thing will be completely decomposed.

"But, this thing seems to have some very special effects...?"

Beside Bai Mo, the fox apprentice also poked his furry head, widened his eyes, and looked at the rain with his master.

"Ahhh?"

It didn't know what it was.

But the master's expression was so solemn, this rain must be a good thing!

It turned around and looked at the teapot, teacup, and kettle in the office... and saw the bucket above the water dispenser!

"Mmmmm?"

It gestured and spoke in a foxy way, looking at the master, asking the master...do you want to take a bucket first?

Bai Mo smiled.

"That's not necessary.

"Just take a look."

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Swish...

Just like that, the heavy rain was mixed with the last breath of the blue dragon, and the last sparks of resistance from another lost civilization in the depths of the starry sky, falling on the blue star, on Kyushu, and on every corner of this planet!

We have already entered summer here!