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Yaizhen couldn't see what was happening on his forehead. He only knew that the other party, somehow, as if he was suddenly possessed, turned around and gave up on killing himself, choosing to hold the horn on his head.
For it, this is completely incomprehensible. As a strange beast, what is it thinking? It also feels that it should have died just now - but the other party is like a toy. Like a stupid child, if you don't quickly cut off its throat and crush its heart to avoid future troubles, you actually reach out to grab your own dragon's horns?
It¡¯s so stupid!
Of course, it is impossible for it to scold the opponent like this. Instead, it chooses to tighten its muscles again and let the spiritual power quietly circulate in its meridians. It wants to take this opportunity to let its dragon horn slip out of the opponent's hand.
Yaizhen had already made up his mind. As soon as he slipped out, he quickly went to soak in some volcanic snow field. From now on, he would stay in that miserable place peacefully for the rest of his life until the life of this human being was exhausted.
It is really not a coward, nor is it afraid of death, but the last time someone held the dragon's horn in a dying state, it was sealed for thousands of years.
The most uncomfortable thing is that its consciousness still exists and has not been completely deprived of it. The thin black dog, as half of his body, can also vaguely transmit the perception of the outside world to its nerves.
But Yaizhen could not see all that, nor could he move at all - its body had been completely sealed at that time, and these perceptions tortured it day and night, making this majestic beast feel like a disease. Like a heavy vegetative state, he could only lie there motionless, listening to the laughter, killing and fighting from the outside world.
As the saying goes, once bitten by a snake, you will be afraid of well ropes for ten years. For thousands of years, even the most arrogant beast will remember the pain that goes deep into the bone marrow.
So when Lin Hao grasped its remaining intact dragon horn, Yaizhen had already keenly sensed that something was wrong, and had already begun to prepare to escape.
However, Lin Hao is much faster than it.
Spiritual power surged through his meridians, as if it were inexhaustible, rushing towards the palm that grabbed the opponent's dragon horn, filling it with airflow and flames squeezed together.
Its palms were closed tightly, and Yaizi, not to mention taking advantage of the opponent's inattention, slid backwards, and then secretly escaped. He couldn't even forcefully shake the opponent's body.
He couldn't see the dragon horns that had been drained of red light, but he understood that the spiritual power in his body began to flow away inexplicably, like a stream rushing towards the sea, quickly gathering towards the dragon horns on his forehead.
At the same time, Lin Hao's arm finally moved again. Severe pain also came from the dragon's horns, as if its limbs were broken, causing the scales covering the body to open painfully. His skin and flesh were exposed defenselessly, and a casual stab could pierce the flesh and blood underneath.
The sharp and uneven surface of the dragon horn trembled slightly, and an almost inaudible clicking sound came from it, falling lightly between their ears. The tiny rustling sound when the gemstone was broken also slowly came out.
Yaizhen's spiritual power moved faster. Without saying a word, he tightened his grip on the dim Chilin. His four claws sank deeper into the ground, and his tail held on tightly to support himself, trying to stand up. . (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com