“Woo woo woo woo…”

The pangolin looked at Cheng Hai pitifully, hoping that his new master would take back his life.

He is a beast of earth attribute, and he can't do it.

"What? Are you disobedient? Squirt me!"

Cheng Haicai did not care what he wanted to express and issued orders forcibly.

He didn't believe it anymore. Will an S-level god descendant not even do this?

"Then just spray..."

The pangolin had no choice but to take a deep breath, ready to breathe a wolves.

But unexpectedly, abundant flame power suddenly surged out of his body, and it quickly compressed in his mouth, accumulating fire power surgingly.

“???”

Almost choked by the fire in his mouth, the pangolin suddenly spewed out 50 meters of cylindrical flames onto the snow mountain, and the whole pangolin was stunned.

Why didn't he know that he would spit fire after living for so many years?

Could it be that he is really the little fire dragon in the mouth of his master?

The surging flames ignited the bushes, and the temperature difference of the fusion caused a strong wind. The cold wind retaliated against each other, intending to rely on their own strength to extinguish this guy who dared to challenge nature.

With a loud thunderous sound, the snow layer on the top of the mountain broke, and the birds in the rest fled in panic. As the earth moved, the rolling ice and snow covered the sky like a tsunami!

It's an avalanche!

"Wow! (The avalanche is avalanche!)"

Looking at the drastic changes in front of him, the little fire dragon was so scared that his face looked like a mortal.

A high-speed movement avalanche can impact hundreds of tons of impact. Even creatures like them who live in harsh environments cannot withstand such a big impact.

If there are no urgent risk avoidance measures, they will undoubtedly die when the snow falls.

At this time, Cheng Hai was still looking at the damage created by the little fire dragon and estimating his strength.

"The length is forty meters, the temperature is nearly nine hundred degrees, which is about...it is a level B. Although the subsequent two stages of evolution can be improved, the mega Flamingo can greatly increase its racial value, it seems that it has not reached the threshold of God."

Recalling Dante's terrifying strength of rubbing black holes with bare hands when he was a real demon, Cheng Hai could hardly imagine that such a silly guy could surpass him after he evolved.

"Wu Yu! (Master, please say something!)"

The little fire dragon grabbed Cheng Hai's hands, as if he wanted him to think of a solution.

Isn't I still stunned at this time?

Under his sway, Cheng Hai finally withdrew his gaze, calmly pulled out his hand, and said two words lightly.

"Breathing fire."

"?"

The little fire dragon looked confused. He could only spray out a small flame of more than 40 meters. How could he extinguish the avalanche?

Dreaming?

"Don't let me say it again, if you ask you to do it, you do it. If this happens for the third time, it will be useless to keep it with you."

Cheng Hai slowly retracted the long sword back into the scabbard, his tone was very cold.

But just like what he said, he needs a sharp blade that can clear obstacles, rather than a dog who needs to teach people everything he does.

He is not Xiao Chi. He only has three days to build feelings little by little, and rely on bonds to stimulate the potential of the elves. If this little fire dragon is really so useless, there is no need to cultivate it.

Shaking your tail and begging for mercy cannot satisfy the strong.

Feeling Cheng Hai's inhumane, the little fire dragon did not dare to neglect it. He used all his strength to condense the extra flame power out of thin air, and vomited in the direction of the avalanche falling.

The hot flames rushed up the straight road, but in the face of the ruthless heavy snow, they were as small as a flower, desperately blooming before they withered.

“So beautiful…”

The white god of death was running and smirked and waved his deadly sickle, just like those ancient gods who were to humans, leaving no room for anything.

After breathing a sigh of relief, Cheng Hai closed his eyes, put his sword back into the sheath, and his upper body sank slightly.

The more we face this desperate situation, the more we have to show our courage.

The wind began to blow, and the century-old trees that were blowing on their backs bent. The white airflow was as real as the sea of ​​water, and thousands of rivers poured into Cheng Hai's scabbard like a sea of ​​return.

After gaining Ashina Yixin's kendo insight, Cheng Hai's own understanding of wind has also increased.

This time, his wind did not use any magic power, but the Tao he pioneered himself!

“Hmm?”

The little fire dragon in the fire was attracted by the movement around him, and saw Cheng Hai standing alone in the center of the storm, with his momentum rising steadily, like a giant shanty that made the mountains kneel.

Is this his master's strength?

Rumble!

It seemed as if it was angered by Cheng Hai's arrogance. The snow all over the mountains flooded the green onions and came to them in a blink of an eye.

"Cut it off."

After putting the terrifying storm back into the sword, Cheng Hai's closed eyes suddenly opened, and a huge crescent moon sword light flashed away.

The faint flame was about to be extinguished, and the little fire dragon also forgot to spit the fire at this time, staring blankly at the sword and the white giant beast!

The next second, the avalanche trembled, separated in front of Cheng Hai in a herringbone, and rushed to all sides. The extinguished flames rekindled under the pressure of this domineering wind, slashing all the way to the top of the mountain, rushing towards the invisible sky.

So, the sky darkened in an instant, and the moonlight disappeared in that instant.

Outside the mountains, there seemed to be an existence awakened and looked here.

The surroundings became silent.

The huge pressure pressed the little fire dragon that had just obtained the transformation and his heart was beating violently, and he couldn't breathe. However, Cheng Hai raised his sword to the sky, looking in the direction where the pressure rose through the analytical perspective of the Forbidden Eye.

In a vague way, he saw a huge shadow, half human and half beast, and his bright red eyes were as crazy as poison.

That is the wind walker of death - Itakua!

"roar!"

A huge roar came from the mountains, making the darkness boil like magma.

On Osle Street, all the priests raised their heads, and all the Chuchul people knelt on the ground in the deep direction of the snow-capped mountains, in great fear.

"Cheng Hai..."

Feeling this terrifying aura, Cheng Yiyi, who was studying, also raised his head, his eyes full of worry.

Did this battle come so early?

At the same time, Cheng Hai, on the snow-capped mountain, asked Itakuya the first question.

"Lord of Wind, can this sword touch your eyes?"

"It's far...

The ethereal voice came intermittently, indicating Itakua's position.

He disdained the sword.

"Is that true?"

Cheng Hai smiled slightly, nodded, and suddenly looked up and said, "What if my next sword could split this mountain?"

“…”

The other party remained silent, and seemed to be a little tired, so he closed his eyes directly.

So, the moonlight fell again on earth, and the sound of snow rumbling down the mountain sounded around.
Chapter completed!