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Song Ming looked back and saw that a three-dimensional shuttle hole suddenly cracked in the night sky in front of the old man, like a vertically opened eye, pure white eye white and pure black pupils, with bloodshot in the middle. The whole "eye" looked like a symbol, full of divine religious meaning, and looked terrifying and majestic.

Song Ming was so shocked that he couldn't speak.

In fact, things like the "Gate of Space" also exist in the spiritual realm. The principle is probably similar to the wormhole in Song Ming's previous life (he doesn't understand it anyway). They are all black reverse spheres. For example, in the orbit of Mars, there is an artificial interstellar gate.

But this is the first time Song Ming has seen a static shuttle door like this.

If a door appears, it means that the guests will arrive.

"Is it the hunter who came to catch me?"

A terrifying hiss shook the world, and a black dragon climbed out of the "Normal Eye Gate" and fell heavily into the grass forest. After a while, he barely got up and stared at the old man.

Song Ming looked closely in the moonlight and saw that this was a black dragon suspected to be a pterodactyl. It was as thin as a dead tree and was seriously injured. One of its wings had been broken, and a large pit was burned from behind, and blood flowed down the roots of the wings and back.

Song Ming was so shocked that he couldn't speak.

Although this black dragon was thin and seriously injured, it was carbon black all over, with sharp eyes and a cold red light, which was different from all dinosaur temperaments. Those eyes were more shiny and blood-stained human eyes than longans.

But these eyes do not make people feel scared, but a kind of physical and mental thoroughness-

Surrender.

Or to be precise, the first feeling that the whole dragon's temperament gives people is not horror, but an invisible pressure pressing on consciousness, making people stop thinking and feel wholeheartedly and unreservedly surrender.

Song Ming stared at the blood-red eyes of the Black Dragon, and felt the blood in his body rolling, his brain was almost suffocating, an invisible pressure made his hair stand up, holding his breath and concentrating, forgetting his thoughts and words for a moment.

It was not just a surrender, but also a shock.

Song Ming suddenly developed a sense of intuition—

If there is a real dragon in this world, it must be like this!

The disproportionate but very coordinated huge wings, dim and deep red eyes that point directly to the hearts of the people. The figure is slightly like the legendary Western dragon, but not as obvious as the evil; the expression is slightly like the legendary Chinese dragon, but it is more domineering than it is.

Everything seems to be the original appearance of a dragon. Whether it is the Chinese and Western dragons written by Chinese and foreign artists, or the various dinosaurs that survive in Jurassic Park, they all seem much more counterfeit in front of this unpretentious black dragon.

Human imagination suddenly seems insignificant in the face of the magnificence of the universe.

"So the dragon really exists!"

...

The old man was not as shocked as Song Ming. He stood up slowly, lowered the wine pot, his eyes shining with stars, staring at the black dragon in the grass forest, and said:

"The so-called son of prophecy will not die before the opening. Payne rarely sends you here and weakens your power to this point. Maybe it is to prove whether you are that person?"

Song Ming was slightly stunned and thought to himself:

"Are these two people?"

The black dragon slowly stood up in the grass forest, raised his head slightly, as if he was looking down on the world, suddenly jumped up, opened his bloody mouth, jumped over the huge rock at lightning speed, and bit the old man on the rock.

Although the old man quickly dodged, it was still late - all his body above his knees were bitten off, and even the long sword named Qianyu Ji was swallowed together, leaving only two calves falling bloodily on the huge rock.

The blood in this moment happened three meters away from Song Ming.

He didn't even see the black dragon's movements clearly.

He stayed in place, his face was like a typhoon blowing by, his eyes were as shocked as huge waves, his mind was blank, and he was almost suffocated, but at least he understood that in this case, escaping had no effect. He had only two ideas: first, he hoped that his earth-moving dragon spiritual root could serve as a close relative; second, if the black dragon wanted to eat him, he hoped that he could be swallowed intact.

And next-

But the black dragon did not attack Song Ming.

After biting off the old man's upper body, this skinny and winged black dragon began to slowly chew on the old man's body. His lazy eating behavior was like an old ox eating grass.

Song Ming tried his best to remain calm and analyzed the current situation—

The old man seemed to be so arrogant, but he never expected that he would be vulnerable in front of the injured black dragon.

Fortunately, the name of the Black Dragon and the Tuxing Dragon has the word dragon. Maybe it is a distant relative, which provides Song Ming with an opportunity to hold his thighs. So he suddenly said to the Black Dragon in the grass:

"Can that sword be left to me?"

The black dragon seemed to be able to understand human words. After a while of silence, a deep voice as thick as a rampant suddenly burst out from his body (not moving his mouth), echoing in Song Ming's ears:

“Why-you-so-weak…”

"ha?"

Song Ming looked confused, shocked that Black Dragon could actually speak human language. Unfortunately, before he could figure out the meaning of English, he was swallowed by Black Dragon in an instant.

This flash-like surprise exceeded Song Ming's reaction speed, which prevented him from dodging under the instinct, which ensured that his body was swallowed intact.

...

Sometimes being weak is also a kind of luck - Song Ming was attacked by "complete" because of his slow reaction, and because of his weakness, the Black Dragon swallowed him directly, and he didn't even have the interest to chew him.

Song Ming had already had a considerable degree of experience in being swallowed, so when he entered the black dragon's stomach, although he was a little nervous, he had not yet risen to the level of fear.

When I looked around with the system, I found that the black dragon seemed thin, and the space in my stomach was quite spacious, empty. Apart from Song Ming, there was only the old man in white robe who had been chewed into pieces... etc.:

"No way?"

Song Ming couldn't believe his eyes, in front of him—

The old man who was chewed was still gathering, as if he could gather back to a human form. The most conspicuous one was the clear and complete right hand, which was gestured back and forth on the black dragon's stomach wall, constantly engraving light blue spiritual patterns!

On the other side, the black dragon's stomach acid was like a tide, constantly washing away the meat residue that the old man kept gathering. The two seemed to be in a fierce showdown that was evenly matched!

“What’s the situation?”

Song Ming pondered for a long time. Although he couldn't figure out what the old man was doing, the situation is very obvious now. Both of them were evenly matched. As long as he stood on which side, the balance of victory would tilt toward.

You have a human appearance and the spiritual roots of a spirit beast, but you are actually neither a human nor a spirit beast. At this time...who would you choose to help with humans and spirit beasts? Or who would you help with a Chinese-speaking person and an English-speaking person?

This problem is so low that it is not a problem at all.

Song Ming undoubtedly chooses-

Dragon slaying.

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Chapter completed!