Meihui used a Tibetan knife to cut open Yanlong's abdominal cavity, and a stream of hot dragon's blood flowed out from the abdominal cavity. Yanlong's body shook violently. I don't know if it shocked Meihui by shaking, or what happened?

The girl suddenly let go and threw Yanlong's body to the ground.

"It's so hot, the blood is so hot." She blew the wind on her little hand hard.

I said to drain out the dragon's blood first, and then put on gloves. The true fire of Samadhi in its belly was nourished by this dragon's blood. It is not dead yet, and the blood must still be boiling.

Although she was told to pay attention, she didn't dare to relax at all. I knew that the white-haired yellow fairy must be hiding nearby. Maybe it had transformed into a little yellow skin to confuse our hearing. It was waiting.

Take that opportunity.

I stood quietly behind Meihui, carefully observing the movements of the little yellow skins around me. They were still moving in the same way, as if they could kill the enemy with their eyes. Something was wrong, something was definitely wrong. Except for Meihui, there was a Yanlong in the tomb.

Apart from the gut-wrenching sound, there was a dead silence that should belong in an ancient tomb. What was wrong?

The formation of this group of little guys is really neat. Although they were in an orderly manner when they crawled out of the hole one by one, they are still animals after all. They are not machines. They are still somewhat uncoordinated and will make chattering noises.

There is movement, but now their ancestors are in trouble, and each one of them is still sitting on pins and needles?

I looked around and found that every little yellow-skinned boy had the same look in his eyes. The strange look in his eyes had disappeared, replaced by a hollow feeling without any life. Thinking of this, I raised my hand to take it.

I raised the mirror box and aimed at the little head of one. I took aim for a long time and deliberately made a standard shooting posture to threaten it. But the strange thing is that this little guy still looked calm and unafraid of death, and he still looked at me like this.

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With a loud noise, Flame Tongue spit out a whizzing bullet and hit its little head with a single shot. But strangely, there was no blood spatter on it and its brains burst open on the spot. The bullet went straight through its body and hit its head.

There were no bullet holes or wounds left, and the bullet bounced off the tomb bricks behind where it was sitting, as if it had hit the air.

A blind trick? Are all these yellow men a blind trick? They have never existed at all? Only the white-haired yellow fairy has been dealing with us all this time? That’s not right. Seeing the flame dragon spitting dragon breath from its mouth and burning the little beasts into charcoal, those charred black

Their corpses are still stuck there. This is definitely true. Could it be that they and the white-haired Huangxian all retreated into the cave while we were not paying attention? It's impossible. We are about to take out the Flame Dragon's inner body right before our eyes.

Damn, this white-haired yellow fairy has been planning for a long time. He has been eyeing this real dragon for a long time. Now he is about to get it. How can he give up so easily? If it were me, I would fight with my life. After all,

This saves hundreds of years of practice!

I can't believe my feelings at this moment. Ever since I met this weird creature, everything has become unreal and I don't know whether it is true or not. For the first time, I feel that everything I see with my naked eyes is unbelievable. Continuously.
Chapter completed!