{MTL} ✅After The Abyss Dragon Woke Up

ch 106

 The silver-white dragon landed on the edge of the cliff, habitually retracting its two paws under its belly, its wings folded behind its back, and its right paw was slightly suspended in the air to prevent the paw from touching the ground.

Shi An lowered his eyes, staring thoughtfully at the magic circle in front of him.

Red lines were drawn on the pitch-black ground, shining with a strange luster in a gray poisonous mist.

Now that I want to quickly recover my strength, it seems that this is the only way.

But...

would human beings be so kind?

Shi An didn't think so.

He was deep in thought, and the dragon flames he spit out burned the few abysses that passed by below.

Watching those few monsters being quickly burned to ashes, Shi An suddenly had a solution.

He flew to catch a few monsters and threw them into the center of the magic circle.

The moment the monster landed, the red light on the magic circle lit up.

After a strange squeaking sound from Abyss, the bones and skin on his body swelled up, exploding like a balloon with too much internal pressure.

It took Shi An a few tries before he finally got the timing to burn them right before they exploded.

Compared with the mana supply: Na Ao soa instant spring Tong

He flapped his wings happily, expressing his satisfaction with his wit.

However, the surrounding monsters were quickly used up.

It stands to reason that there will be a continuous stream of abyss drilled out of the cracks in the abyss, but it may be because there is an abyss dragon guarding outside, even though Shi An has tried his best to restrain his breath, But it still makes the monsters that come out become less and less.

Shi An looked at the magic circle below and thought for a few minutes, and finally decided to spread his wings and slowly land beside the magic circle.

Judging from the magic power coming from the bodies of those burned monsters, there is a high probability that there is no major problem with this magic circle.

After all, Shi An was really anxious now.

Because... his treasure is still with humans!

Not only what was in the volcanic crater, and what was stolen by the mercenaries, but also all the wealth he had worked so hard to recover since he woke up—all of it fell to the human beings!

Thinking of this, Shi An couldn't help feeling very sad.

No!

This overnight bankruptcy...he can't go through it a second time!

So, no matter what, he must go to the human beings to snatch his treasure back! !

Shi An stood beside the magic circle, supported his body with his left paw, and then cautiously stepped in with his right paw.

——The reason why he left his left paw outside is because he has a wound on his right paw, and it hurts to step on the ground.

The blood-red halo of the magic circle lit up again.

The pure power of the abyss poured into the dragon's body, and the brilliance flowed on the silver-white scales, like moonlight shining in the dark night.

As time passed, a thin layer of blood mist slowly woke up from the magic circle, rose little by little, and slowly climbed onto the dragon's body.

The moonlight was stained with blood, and there was a strange and evil smell in the air.

Shi An felt a little sleepy.

This half-dream and half-awake feeling made him feel a little confused and at a loss, but it was irresistible, as if being pulled by a dark and sticky swamp, the speed of his thinking gradually slowed down.

Covered with the golden red eyes of the giant dragon.

Pupils lose focus.

A violent, bloodthirsty, irrational and terrifying red light rose in his eyes.

The black mist envelops the giant dragon's huge body, roaring like a hurricane brewing.

At this moment, the half-dried wound on the right paw was cracked again by the boiling elemental storm.

A drop of flame-like dragon blood slowly oozes from the wound, condenses into a round drop of blood, and drops to the ground with a thud.

Blood fell on one of the lines on the circle.

"Zizi——"

At that moment, the scorching flame contained in the blood droplet evaporated, and the line emitting a strange red light broke.

The light in the magic circle suddenly dimmed.

Shi An's eyes shrank suddenly, and he suddenly woke up.

He jerked his claws outward.

However, at this moment, the blood mist in the magic circle turned into layers of silk threads, tightly wrapping around the giant dragon's claws, preventing him from moving away.

The dragon's pupils narrowed into narrow slits, and a trace of impatience flashed in the abyss-like pupils.

The power of the abyss writhed restlessly in his body, and his chest was burning with a killing desire that he wanted to express.

and anger.

intense anger.

It's these little tricks again.

The silver-white dragon raised its head, and a dragon roar full of violent power broke through its throat.

The earth trembled.

The monsters in the abyss trembled under the powerful coercion released by the giant dragon, and tried their best to lie down and get close to the ground to escape the oppression and fear deep in their blood.

Manipulation that only the weak need.

The strong only need destruction.

The dragon opened its mouth, and the golden-red flames overflowed from the gaps in the silver-white breastplate, like some complicated and ancient patterns.

In the next second, the unrestrained dragon flames gushed vigorously—

unprecedentedly, no matter what kind of battle Shi An faced, he would subconsciously suppress the purity of his own dragon flames.

But this time he was too angry.

Forcibly awakened from deep sleep by human beings, she lost all her strength and treasure.

Man not only steals, uses, and squanders his treasure, but is always trying to murder, use, and manipulate him.

This time it even forced him to return to his real body.

He didn't even have time to make his favorite human into a collection, and he was forced to leave as soon as he wanted it.

And there is no way to continue to enjoy the snack games and ice cream made by humans!

The dragon is mad! !

Not far away, Mu Heng seemed to sense something, and turned his head to look in the direction of the abyss.

There was fire in the blue eyes.

Flames swept across the world.

The dragon flames were mixed with golden threads, and they roared toward them with a power that could destroy heaven and earth.

In front of that powerful and destructive force, the magic circle on the scorched ground was wiped out instantly.

The flames were so violent, the rock instantly melted into magma, all the moisture was vaporized, the air floated like stirred ripples, the poisonous mist dissipated, and half of the sky was dyed a hellish blood red.

The Eye of the Abyss persisted a little longer.

Its pupils constricted and trembled, as if it could really feel fear.

Five seconds later, a spider web-like gap spread from its body, and it was instantly turned into coke by the flames.

It was as if a nuclear bomb had been dropped centered on the dragon.

Several hectares of flat land were razed, even the crack in the abyss itself was no exception.

The Crags of the Abyss were destroyed, and all of the Abyss was reduced to ashes before they could escape.

The shock wave like a hurricane spread to the surroundings, and no grass grew anywhere it went.

After an unknown period of time, the flames gradually extinguished, and the light that had originally left this world slowly disappeared.

The aftertaste of high temperature still fluctuates in the air.

In the charred ruins, a huge piece of rubble was blasted from below.

The silver-haired man propped up the long sword in his hand, and slowly stood up straight.

He has never been so embarrassed.

Bright red half-coagulated blood trickled down from his forehead, covering his silver-white eyelashes, and he could barely keep his eyes half-closed.

The clothes on his body had been burned into disrepair, and his flowing silver hair was also stained with ashes and dust, and the ends of his hair were burned into an ugly black by the flames.

Mu Heng looked around.

He could barely recognize where he was now.

The poisonous mist of the abyss completely dissipated, and even the original steep peak was razed to the ground, leaving only charred ruins and gravel.

Overhead was dim and pitch black, immersed in the night sky.

In front of him is a dead wasteland, without any breath of life, it has not woken up for ten thousand years, and it will fall asleep for ten thousand years.

But Mu Heng knew that the man in black robe was not dead.

If he is also from the Mu family, he will also have the same resistance to Dragon Flame as him.

He wasn't killed, and neither would the man in black.

But Mu Heng didn't look for him.

——Because he has more important things to do.

With the strength of his long sword, he struggled to climb out of the ruins and rubble.

Mu Heng felt a dull pain in his internal organs due to the impact just now, two or three ribs may have been broken, and a trace of blood oozed from the corner of his lips, which was quickly wiped away.

However, this did not slow down Mu Heng's pace.

He walked step by step towards the direction from which the magic wave came.

The air is filled with the smell of gunpowder smoke and raging fire, the dark sky is above the head, and the endless wasteland is under the feet.

I don't know how long it has been.

Finally, Mu Heng came to the most core place.

It is absolutely unreasonable to say that it has been hit by a small asteroid.

Starting from a clear arc edge, the ground began to sink downwards, and what appeared in front of him was a deep pit with a depth of tens of meters and a radius of hundreds of meters. Unlike the outer edge, there was no gravel or gravel in the deep pit. Ruins, nothing but deep burn marks on the ground.

Everything is black.

Only in the center of the pit lay a slender white streak.

Clean, white and naked.

Mu Heng stood still on the edge of the deep pit, with a pair of cold eyes hidden under the half-dried blood, looking in the direction of Neng extremely indifferently and cruelly.

The sword transformed from magic power in his palm disappeared.

The man pressed his gloved palm slowly and indifferently on the hilt of the sword at his waist.

At that moment, the long sword seemed to sense something.

Long sword groan.

Shi An was woken up by the sunlight falling on his face.

so bright.

The harsh light fell on his eyelids, turning the thin lids pink.

He frowned, turned over, and buried his head deeper.

Something seemed to be heard in the ear.

Distant and vague.

Shi An spent two seconds thinking, but couldn't think of anything.

But being woken up means being woken up, and no matter how much you think about it, you can't go back to sleep.

Shi An stretched lazily.

I always feel... I seem to have slept for a long, long sleep.

There are many pictures in the dream, but they are all blurry, like broken and mixed color blocks.

The fine eyelashes trembled, and the boy slowly opened his eyes.

But speaking of which... where is this place?

I don't know if it's because he has been dreaming for too long, everything in front of him seems very strange.

The clean sunlight outside the window fell, fine golden spots fell on the snow-white bed, and the air was filled with a pleasant smell of saponins, everything was so peaceful and peaceful.

Where is he?

Shi An blinked suspiciously, and got up from the bed.

The bones all over his body seemed to be creaking, like rusty joints that hadn't moved for a long time, creaking when they moved.

The quilt slipped off his body, revealing the white and slender shoulders, neck, collarbone, chest, and the texture of the delicate cloth rubbed itchy, which made Shi An feel a little strange.

He... has no clothes on?

The strange voice just now sounded again.

The clanging seemed to be coming from under the quilt.

Shi An: "..."

He blinked blankly, as if some thoughts were flashing through his mind, but when he caught it again, he couldn't find anything.

So, he reached out and lifted the quilt off his body.

The boy's legs were slender and slender, with a graceful outline, and the joints were slightly pink, showing a jade-like soft texture under the sun.

The ankles are small and delicate, and the bones are delicate.

And on the ankle, there is a silver metal shackle, which seems to be engraved with some complicated words. The chain extends from his ankle to the head of the bed, where it is tightly handcuffed, and it jingles with his movements. The sound of metal clashing was particularly clear and abrupt in the quiet room.

"..."

Shi An froze in place.

He stared blankly at the shackles on his feet, and the messy storm whizzed past in his mind. ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?

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