Soul Trigger

Chapter 439 Dragon Suit
Amidst the wild laughter, Ji Li turned his head abruptly, and his eyes, burning with blood, under his visor were fixed directly on King Yuanling.

The latter's soul trigger trembled:
"Hey, you kid..."

"Stop talking nonsense and let me chop it off and try!!!"

Blood splattered, Ji Li twisted his wrist, and flashed in an instant.

Two forked red blades flashed by in an instant, and a whistling gust of wind exploded in all directions. The dust in the sky instantly buried the small body of King Yuanling, and then he was forced out by the dense scarlet sword flashes:

"How dare you use your father to test his sword, you bastard..."

Dense scarlet sword flashes instantly filled the entire space, but King Yuanling's body flashed through the countless fatal gaps and suddenly appeared in front of Ji Li.

An inky dragon-scale claw stretched out brazenly:

"I can knock you down with one hand..."

The next moment, Ji Li's eyes burned, and his visor tore open -

boom! ! ! !

A scarlet beam of light gushed out and hit King Yuanling. His pupils suddenly shrank, and he raised his arms to block the beam of light, splashing it all over the sky, and his body retreated violently to the rear.

Until the beam of light suddenly shrank into a thin line, breaking apart into a whirlwind:

"one hand?"

King Yuanling snorted coldly and swung his arms with the black dragon claws emitting green smoke:
"Only two..."

A red star was shining in the sky, and Ji Li had appeared above his head riding on a strong wind, raising his high-frequency sword and snapping it open.

In that time of less than microseconds, the mechanical structure inside kept expanding and contracting, combining and multiplying to become a high-precision mechanical giant sword.

The bright red arc of the sword was leaping violently and smashing down towards King Yuanling.

The latter roared angrily, and the power of the immortal power of the Dark Illumination level exploded the entire space:
"Have you had enough fun?!"

Poof! ! !
The head covered with long black hair hit Ji Li's sword directly with a headbutt.

Black fog erupted, and the pitch-black shadow almost covered the entire world. A pair of purple dragon eyes opened in the void, and the violent dragon power almost crushed the space.

Ji Li's whole body was shattered in an instant, and he shot backwards, constantly hitting unknown hard objects from behind.

When he came to his senses, he had regained his human form and appeared in the ancestral hall.

The figure of the black dragon disappeared, and the deep black mist was sucked back behind King Yuanling like a siphon.

As the force quickly retracted, one could faintly see the black scales and tail retract from his body, and his large eyes, clearly black and white, opened again:
"You are really rebellious. You are using your father to test your sword... You don't think that your little Kung Fu can hurt me, do you?"

Ji Li's spirit moved, he stood up from the ground and landed, spreading his hands:

"At least, you can't do it with one hand. And..."

He pointed at King Yuanling's head, and the latter saw a strand of black hair floating down from his head.

King Yuanling was startled, and glanced at the mirror-like marble floor, which showed that the child had a few missing hairs on his head, like he had alopecia areata.

"Like headbutts?"

There was a burst of laughter coming from outside the door, and the girl in the silver cheongsam quickly hid aside to avoid the murderous gaze of King Yuanling.

"What a traitor..."

King Yuanling glared at Ji Li fiercely, stretched out his hand to pull his head, then pulled out a strand of long hair to fill it up, snorted heavily and raised his hand.

A spiritual force instantly closed the ancestral hall, isolating the space here:

"Since you just came home, I won't argue with you about this. It's more unreasonable that you can't even use my strength given your status in Aurora City..."

He dusted himself off, a solemn look flashing across his brows:
"But why did you accept the power of the resentful dragon..."

Ji Li shook his hands, feeling the power of the resentful dragon in his body:

"is there a problem?"

"Of course there is a problem. Do you know that throughout the history of the Dragon of Forgiveness, there are only two types of people who can accept the power of the Dragon of Resentment..."

"Geniuses and emperors?" "No, dead people and martyrs."

The child's father put his hands behind his back, paced around Ji Li, and looked him up and down:
“The power of the resentful dragon is a form of punishment that allows the severely punished to exert their remaining energy and direct their runaway power toward our enemies.

At the same time, it is also a kind of honor, because at least in the last moment before your death, you are fighting for the Dragon of Resentment, so some martyrs who are doomed to die will also use special sacrificial secrets to allow themselves to briefly possess the power of the Dragon of Resentment. But you..."

He stopped and said:
"You don't look like a martyr. I think you look more like a serious criminal, especially with that strange smell on your body..."

At this point, he was slightly stunned:
The reason why this road is called "Dragon Servant" is not to serve the "Shenzhou Dragon Vein" itself.

The word "serve" means serving the entire Shulong and all living beings born on the land of Shulong and belonging to Shulong.

People, peace, faith, culture...

It was these that gave birth to the Dragon Veins of China, and the Dragon Servants are to serve all of these.

The power of "transforming into a dragon" possessed by the Dragon Servant is also a special system and power unique to Shulong.

Now Ji Li possesses the power of a resentful dragon and has not yet fallen into insanity. Could it be that in the eyes of the Shenzhou Dragon Vein, even if he is given the power of a resentful dragon, he must become a "guardian"?
This bold guess made even him feel somewhat stunned and frightened.

None of the current Teng Juns have ever had such an honor, and the aura of this kid, after receiving the power of the resentful dragon, has obviously reached immortality...

His voice suddenly became solemn:
"come here."

Ji Li frowned:

"what?"

The kid's father didn't bother to talk nonsense. He appeared in front of him in an instant and slapped him on the forehead.

But Ji Li did not bend down to match the other party's height, which made the Dragon King's veins bulge. A suction force directly sucked Ji Li's head down.

After sensing it again, his eyes suddenly widened:
"…Dead Apostle?"

Then he abruptly withdrew his hand and looked Ji Li up and down:
"He really is a Dead Apostle... but he doesn't look like one. Weird, really weird..."

Of course he knew what happened to Ji Li in Silla, but he trusted Longmai's judgment more.

Just as Sun Zhipeng had thought before, if Ji Li was a dead disciple, he would have been beaten to death by the dragon vein long ago, and there was no way he could have lived to stand before King Yuanling.

But the various characteristics of a dead apostle on this body cannot be faked.

"What the hell is going on with you?"

Facing King Yuanling's solemn attitude, Ji Li tried:

"What if I say that I am a Dead Apostle now?"

“It doesn’t matter, the Shenzhou Dragon Vein has already acknowledged your existence, even if you are a Dead Apostle, it doesn’t matter.

In the history of Shulong, there are also dead disciples who sacrificed themselves for the Dragon Vein of Shenzhou."

So tolerant? Ji Li's eyes lit up:
"What about the Tower of Babel?"

King Yuanling's eyes flashed, and his killing intent surged:
"No place to bury the dead!"

You're reacting quite strongly...

Ji Li instantly gave up the idea of ​​showing off his plan of faking his death to the kid's father.

A few minutes later.

"The film witch..."

King Yuanling pondered for a moment:
"I have heard about the relevant information from the Asian Federation, but I don't know much about it. But according to what you said, if it is a spiritual tool that can completely prevent death, then this is indeed possible."

Ji Li used Fei Lin's "death substitute photo" as a shield, but King Yuanling did not seem to be suspicious:

"You are currently half human, half ghost. I'm afraid this is why you can accept the power of the vengeful dragon. Based on this point..."

He reached out his hand again, and Ji Li cooperated this time by leaning forward. However, the child's father did not touch his forehead, but instead picked up his palm:
"Sure enough, your immortality... is just an empty shell."

(End of this chapter)