MTL - Monster Pet Evolution-v2 Chapter 745 Sunken Hell

"What is that? I saw my second uncle and eldest brother's souls sucked away by that book." Red Dragon opened his eyes wide and looked at Yang Longshu in horror.

No! The things here must tell the adults in the clan that the book can actually devour the soul of our dragon clan, there must be something wrong.

The red dragon slowly reversed, his eyes blinking.

"Is it seen?"

Gaopeng turned and frowned.

Now the ability to cut dragons cannot be exposed.

"Master, it came just now and was stopped by Aban, but all of them should be seen." Ada said without emotion.

This dragon is a dragon, if you go back and chew the tongue ... you may get some big trouble.

The Dragon family is a large family. Under the Dragon family, many small groups of the Dragon family can be subdivided, such as the yellow dragon, white dragon, black dragon, red dragon, Yinglong, and dragon.

These are the divine beast groups.

Gaopeng licked some dry lips.

"Clean it up, don't leave a horse foot."

A Dao nodded. At the same time, not only A Dao, Xiao Huang and Ant Dragon disappeared at the same time, and the book of raising dragons appeared on top of the red dragon.

Pages opened, and a golden light fell.

As soon as Red Dragon was about to spit the dragon's breath, he felt that his body suddenly became weak, he could not spit out a flame, and finally sneezed.

A dumb fell silently on the back of the red dragon, and five sharp-finger fingers penetrated the flesh of the red dragon's back easily.

"Please don't kill me."

The red dragon snapped on the ground and scratched its head.

The voice was screaming, and dignity was left behind.

It is not that the Red Dragon has not thought about resistance, but it is weakened by the book of Yang Long. It is enough to face Xiao Huang alone, let alone three quasi-gods.

"I signed a contract with you, and I am willing to be your Royal Beast." Honglong said quickly.

Gaopeng smiled a little, and with the book of raising dragons, which dragon beasts are needed.

Even Gao Peng, who included this red dragon in the book of raising dragons, thought it was a bit weak.

The eight dragons in the book of raising dragons are all eight dragon souls carefully selected by white skins. They are the remnants of the eight most powerful dragon-like beasts that exist in this area of ​​the World Vortex battlefield.

The peak period of each one is much stronger than this 93-level little red dragon.

"Is it good to live well? Why is curiosity so heavy?"

Gaopeng yawned, like other monsters, see who would come over to check because of the movement here.

They all know that this is Gao Peng's territory, and no matter what happens, they will not come to peep.

Because sometimes seeing something that shouldn't be seen will only make both sides look at each other.

"Gao Yueyue is really a cruel man." Da Zi watched from behind, murmuring secretly.

The red dragon was cleaned up.

After swallowing the red dragon, the progress of the dragon's physical body contained in the internal space of the book of raising the dragon has also accelerated a lot.

"Master, we seem to have dug into the veins."

A Dao came to Gao Peng and said that those undead were revived by A Dao. As long as what happened, A Dao would know the first time.

Gao Peng rushed over, this area has been dug into a super huge pit.

The depth of the pothole is not too deep, because if it is too deep, it will not be conducive to the transportation of soil, so the excavation of the undead will spread out in a flat plane.

In one of the newly excavated areas, the soil layer fractured, and dark red ore can be seen from the exposed fault.

A dad rushed to pick up a piece of ore first, and then passed it to Gaopeng after confirming that there was no danger.

After receiving the ore, Gaopeng gently stunned in the palm.

The weight of this ore is much lighter than Gao Peng imagined.

Of course, the light here is relatively speaking, relative to the same volume of iron.

The ore exudes a slight fishy smell. This fishy smell is familiar to Gaopeng, which is the smell of blood.

The dark red ore was as if it had been removed from the blood.

Xiao Huang secretly saw the ore behind, and couldn't help thinking of what he had done that day. He guilty passed his gaze and passed by Gaopeng calmly.

"Xiao Huang." Gao Peng's voice rang from behind him.

Xiao Huang's body trembled suddenly and hit a shock.

"in!"

"Come here and see if this ore is the ore you have seen before." Gao Peng threw the dark red ore in his hand to Xiao Huang.

Xiao Huang glanced at Gao Peng secretly, only to find that he didn't mean to be angry.

"okay!"

Xiao Huang pretended to play with the ore.

In fact, it was recognized at the first sight of the ore.

"This is it." Xiao Huang nodded slowly, pretending to be a little old man.

"That's good." Gao Peng nodded.

"Is this a vein?" Gaopeng stood on the edge of the pothole and looked down from the pothole sky.

At the edge of the fractured soil layer, pieces of soil covered with soil were exposed.

"It should be mine veins." A dull was not sure.

"Collect these ore separately, right, don't damage it." Gao Peng remembers Xiao Huang's damage to the ore.

These ores, if destroyed, will dissipate in the air.

Gaopeng does not know if this ore is the ore needed by King Ming, but only one vein has been dug after digging the soil for so long. Gaopeng thinks it should be close to ten.

There are too few ore in this world vortex battlefield ~ www.novelbuddy.com ~ There is not as much as the mechanical king said at the beginning.

Going down, Gaopeng lay on the master chair again, shaking slowly up and down.

...

A month passed and the black coffin buried in the soil kept shaking.

The ink-like darkness spread outwards around the coffin.

The soil was constantly creeping, and the gray-white stone coffin emerged from the soil.

what.

Gao Peng remembered that the coffin was black when it was buried, but now it turns gray.

It's as if the nutrients are being absorbed.

Alas.

The cold light flickered, and two long sharp knife holes penetrated the side of the coffin.

With a slight tear, the coffin ripped from the middle.

A group of shadows lingering in place swelled rapidly,

Kung Fu in the blink of an eye swelled to the level of one meter six.

There is no legs in the lower body, like a thick black mist. The darker the mist becomes, the lighter the color becomes.

As you go up, the black gets thicker. The upper body is dressed in black armor, and the gaps in the armor are rolling in black mist.

The front half of the left and right arms are completely turned into sharp knife arms.

The cold light flickered, and the blade arm slanted almost touching the ground, the length was about the same as the height.

It looks nothing special, but if you look at the streamer, you will be attracted by its pair of arms at first glance.

The blade is sharp and covered with complicated lines. Just looking at these lines will make you feel dizzy and vomiting.

And the blade is tortuous, both sides are extremely sharp, a bit like a strange knife.

There was a sunken blood trough in the middle of the knife.

"Master, it's a shame." The streamering voice came from his throat, his eyes grunted and turned, looking around excitedly.

Mythic quality-the sinking Hell God.