bestfiction Chapter 452
Chapter 452
Yue Kaishan suddenly pulled his arm, and the wheel inside the steel shell spun with a "humming" sound, the cold steel ruthlessly displaying its power.
The shadows in the distance grew larger, and Zhong Ming shouted towards him, but his echo seemed to come through a curtain of water.
"Quenching Rainbow! I...you...Grandpa...Immortal..."
Xuan Jing felt a tightness in his groin as the shield flew behind him, soaring like a kite with the kite string caught between his legs. Before he could make any further moves, a terrifying heat surged from behind him.
Like surging lava, boiling mudslides, the "kite" transformed into a "surfboard" on the scalding mudslide. An unprecedented dragon breath shoved his body, and an ominous cracking sound came from the shield behind him. The sound, even fainter than an eggshell breaking, was incredibly clear to his ears.
"Explode it! Explode it!" Xuan Jing screamed inwardly. A disgusting, sticky sludge filled the space between him and his shield, constantly corroding and destroying the spirit patterns on the shield. The dragon's stomach acid was more terrifying than any septic he had ever seen. He could only pin his hopes on his skill not making a mistake.
"Bang~"
A very faint sound, struggling to travel through the surging waves of dragon breath, drifted to his ears.
"It's done!"
His surroundings seemed unchanged; the noisy sounds of magma bubbles bursting, rocks rubbing together, and hot gases still filled his ears. But he knew, he was certain, that it was all over.
Drops of dark red liquid appeared in the surrounding "waves," torn apart by the dragon's breath, and surged forward with the current.
"ended."
He felt relieved and even had the leisure to wipe away the disgusting slime.
The next moment, he sensed something was wrong. The "kite string" below was vibrating continuously, and a figure was rapidly approaching. Zhong Ming actually stepped on the cable and launched a charge.
Without any hesitation, Xuan Jing immediately rummaged through his storage bag for talismans that could help. A few breaths later, two lightness talismans appeared in his hand.
He raised his hands high, placing two talismans in his palms.
Zhong Ming's steps were light and powerful, his speed undiminished, as he stepped onto his palms, and the two talismans successfully adhered to the soles of his feet.
"Don't run away, you evil creature!"
Zhong Ming did not step on the flying sword at all. The mother and child swords were worn at his waist. He lifted the cold spring with one arm and stared at the fallen dragon's body with lightning-fast eyes.
It sank into the earth, the ground beneath it softer than a swamp and more elastic than a stream; for the earth dragon, that was freedom.
A fierce wind swept across Zhong Ming's cheeks, and a hellish scroll, composed of scorching dragon breath and the aftershocks of the previous explosion, flowed beneath him.
"Today is your death day!" he roared, his arm muscles bulging like steel, veins popping, and his back muscles sculpting a perfect curve like an ancient bronze sculpture. His gaze was like torches, locking onto an invisible anchor point on the dragon's head.
The spear tip tore through the air, creating a high-frequency vibration. The vortex driven by the red tassel burst open into a vortex in the scorching air, seemingly trying to make the entire spear spin. The barbs, which should have made the spear lose its balance, were now completely ineffective.
Upon closer inspection, a rope was tied to the barb, with the other end of the rope connected to Zhong Ming's hand.
The spear pierced the already weakened dragon's mouth like lightning, flying along the bloody "corridor" torn open by the violent explosion, and went straight into the ruptured throat.
Zhong Ming suddenly pulled on the rope, and the long rope began to tighten, carrying him quickly towards the dragon's mouth.
The earth dragon struggled weakly, unable even to close its mouth. Its claws lifted limply, its eyes were cloudy, and it could no longer see the enemy's movements.
Zhong Ming passed by the slow, sculpture-like dragon claw strike, leaned back, and his left foot touched the scarlet dragon blood first. He slid across the dragon's tongue, while his right hand pressed against the hilt of the twin swords.
Sword Drawing Technique
With a single slash, a smooth crack was cleaved into the dragon's upper jawbone.
Dragons are different from other monsters. The inner core of a normal monster is usually located in the dantian, while the inner core of a dragon, that is, the dragon pearl, is inside the dragon's head.
Zhong Ming grabbed the gap, and after the mother sword slashed, its momentum did not diminish at all. He let it fly to one side, and the child sword followed suit, striking again in the opposite direction, completely severing the bone. The earthen-yellow demon core was spinning.
"The time of death has come."
A pair of large hands grasped the Dragon Pearl and forcefully pulled it off. It could have resisted; for any demon beast, sacrificing its demon core was a last resort. However, the price of absorbing the earth's vein power had weakened its inner core to an extreme degree, and it was directly and forcefully dragged away.
Losing the inner core is like a human's dantian being shattered, rendering all cultivation useless. The earth dragon let out a mournful cry, its sorrowful roar echoing in the cave that had mostly collapsed.
It eventually lost its life, with most of its body sinking into the ground. Perhaps if it had just a dozen more breaths, it could have escaped death again.
Zhong Ming slid out of the dragon's mouth along its tongue and lay on the ground, panting heavily.
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Five minutes later, the four of them squatted in front of the dragon's corpse, looking worried.
"Is there really no way? Is it really impossible to bring this entire dragon back?"
"It's not that we can't, it's just that we might not be able to continue our journey." Xuan Jing said sullenly. He had finally hunted such a large prey, but he hadn't brought enough storage bags.
Storage bags capable of holding such large prey in one go are naturally quite expensive, unless...
"Yue Kaishan, could you make a trip and buy a spirit pet bag?"
Pet pouches are much cheaper than storage pouches. There's a less reliable type that can hold inanimate objects. The reason for this is a problem encountered by people when taming Xuanwu (a mythical beast).
When Xuanwu fell into a deep sleep, it was no different from a stone, with its life activities almost completely stopped. The spirit pet pouches of that time all thought it was dead and therefore could not put it in the pouches. Later, a completely new pouch was developed.
This thing is huge, like the big cloth bag on the back of the Laughing Buddha. Chen Dahai said that he could usually put it in the storage box of his wheelchair, but he had just fallen quite hard and needed to rest for a while.
Xuanjing said, "I just escaped from the dragon's belly and need to catch my breath."
Zhong Ming remained silent, having already been meditating for quite some time.
Despite being badly beaten, Yue Kaishan, thanks to his strong defense, didn't suffer any serious injuries.
Head directly to the Miaoyun Jade trading market; it shouldn't take long to buy one.
"I'm afraid we have no choice. Even if we dismember the body and put it in storage bags, we'll have to take everything out of the storage bags and carry it on our backs to finish the journey."
"I won't say any more, I'll go."