Mysterious Séancer: My Doll Can Really Show Its Power

Time seems to be passing slowly.

Yang Ning had already yawned three times.

The dragon's flesh and blood had not yet fully grown.

This is even with the Death Scythe Operations Team buff.

Of course, this is also related to the fact that the dragon was too big.

An hour had passed, and Yang Ning had even gone back to the palanquin to take a nap.

While he was sleeping, the bronze short sword appeared out of thin air beside him and slowly rotated.

Midway through, some members of the Death Scythe squad, unafraid of death, jumped off the cliff to attempt a sneak attack.

Ruan Kai and Han Yang watched helplessly as the agile Westerners and non-humans approached Yang Ning, remaining motionless.

They weren't completely still; at least, they closed their eyes.

Just as the group approached within a hundred meters of Yang Ning, a buzzing sound rang out!

The bronze short sword standing next to Yang Ning suddenly emitted a slight vibration sound!

swish swish—

Several streaks of scarlet blood, accompanied by round heads, flew into the sky, adorning the cold and heavy night.

There was another person who appeared to be a high-ranking official from a special department in a certain region.

He appeared directly on Yang Ning's palanquin through a burning flame.

Before the bronze short sword even trembled, his feet had barely touched the palanquin when he suddenly froze as if he had lost his soul!

A chain lock pierced straight through the man's shoulder blade and pulled him back forcefully!

The man's body was still in the same place, but his soul had been hooked away by the chains!

A fierce-looking ghost soldier with horns on his head and his body covered in blood pulled on the other end of the chain, snarling, "You reckless bastard, you dare to ride in the King of Hell's chariot?!"

"If you're not afraid of death, then give it to me!"

Whoosh!

The ghost soldier yanked the iron chain hard, and the man fell directly onto the palanquin, lifeless.

The ghost soldier who had just swung off the iron chain grabbed the man's ankle and tossed him into the weeds to the side.

As for that person's soul, it has already been collected by the ghost soldier and will be taken back to the underworld together.

On the mountaintop nearby, the members of the Death Scythe looked on, their faces as if they were about to die.

"That's Fury, the demon messenger from the spiritual society. Legend has it he's someone who can communicate with demons..."

Tinis covered her mouth, her face filled with shock, and said, "He also holds the noble title of Earl of the Jessica Federation, and he was just thrown to the side of the road like that?"

"It's like... a dead dog..."

It's clear that Tinis, this black woman, is quite straightforward; she says what she thinks.

Although she didn't move at that moment, her entire body of fat was jiggling uncontrollably.

About half an hour later, suddenly, everyone present heard a muffled sound.

On the Dragon Tomb Plain, the dragon bones that were previously scattered on the ground are no longer there!

Instead, a perfectly intact dragon's body was revealed!

Under the starlight and moonlight, the dragon's silvery-white scales shone brightly!

After flesh and blood grew out, its body appeared even more magnificent and majestic. Even now, lying motionless on the ground, it brought an unparalleled sense of oppression, almost tangible!

Meanwhile, Yang Ning, who had been resting on the palanquin, opened his eyes, a smile playing on his lips. "Hmm, finally done?"

He stood up and stepped forward, the bronze short sword floating behind him.

On the Dragon Tomb Plain, Long Yin's skeleton, shimmering with pale gold, rose from the ground.

It picked up the Corpse King's Command in its hand.

The pair of eyes hanging in the eye holes of the skull looked fearless this time, staring straight at Yang Ning without flinching!

Yang Ning laughed and said, "Long, what's wrong? You think you're capable again?"

Since Long Yin had become a skeleton, he was naturally unable to speak to Yang Ning.

But this time, he was truly unafraid of Yang Ning!

The pale golden skeleton began to retreat, going far away and clearing the battlefield!

Next, Long Yin (skeleton version) used his hand bones to pick up the Corpse King's Command, tilted his head back and opened his jaw to roar at the dragon corpse lying on the ground, which seemed to be sleeping!

Suddenly, on the night of the Ghost Festival, all the Yin energy gathered in Kunlun began to converge on the dragon corpse!

A strong wind swept across the entire Kunlun Mountains, with all the winds pointing in one direction!

It was that magnificent and imposing dragon corpse!

When the Corpse King's Decree held by the Dragon's Yin skeleton began to flicker with a faint light!

Pong!

Another dull sound rang out!

The ground on the Dragon Tomb Plains trembled slightly!

Soon, boom!

The sound rang out for the third time!

Everyone realized that the sound was coming from the dragon corpse on the Dragon Tomb Plain!

Someone in the Death Scythe team murmured, "That's... the heartbeat of a dragon?!"

"That true dragon monk did it?! He really resurrected a dragon!"

"us--"

The man stopped halfway through his sentence. He wanted to ask if he had a chance to live now, but just as the words were about to come out, he remembered the sword that the white-clad figure had casually slain the dragon with!

I wonder how many swords this dragon, now with flesh and blood, can withstand?

This is the oppressive feeling brought about by someone casually slaying a dragon with a sword!

He made these members of the Death Scythe Operations Group believe that even that flesh-and-blood dragon, in front of him, would still only have the question of "how many swords could it withstand?"

It's not that the dragon can defeat him!

Pong!

In the blink of an eye, another muffled thud!

This time, not only the Dragon Tomb Plains, but even the surrounding mountains began to tremble slightly!

That night, the terrain around Dragon Tomb Plain was severely damaged!

In many places, the mountains are already showing signs of collapse!

This includes the mountain where the Death Scythe group is located!

As the mountain was about to collapse, the Death Scythe members panicked—

Looking at the mountain peak that was about to collapse, Yang Ning smiled and said, "If you dare to let them die prematurely, then our destiny will have arrived."

As soon as he finished speaking, *thud!*

The dragon's heart skipped a beat.

The ground trembled more violently, and the landslides became even more intense, but—

The mountain peak where the Death Scythe Action Group of more than 200 people was located suddenly became impregnable.

Not even a clod of dirt fell down.

Behind Yang Ning, Ruan Kai and Han Yang looked at each other, both of them stunned.

Han Yang: "Who...who was he talking to just now?"

Ruan Kai: "Isn't it obvious? It's nature!"

Han Yang: "What do you mean, 'nature'? We're experts. Can you be a little more professional?"

Ruan Kai: "Oh, that thing should be called a mountain god."

Han Yang's gaze suddenly turned strange. "Ruan Ruan..."

"Um?"

"You think you're qualified to be a 'thing' for the mountain god? And the mountain god of Kunlun at that?"

Ruan Kai was stunned for a moment, then wiped the cold sweat from his brow and exclaimed, "Damn!"

"When you spend a lot of time with someone, you unconsciously see everyone else as worthless!"

"My fault, my fault! Brother Mountain God, please don't hold it against me!"

As he spoke, Ruan Kai bowed to the surrounding mountains.

Han Yang, who was standing to the side, also bowed.

Yang Ning stretched out his hand in front of the two men, flipped his wrist, and the bronze sword automatically appeared in his hand.

This time, he raised his sword slightly.

The sword's edge is level with the center of the brow.

"O dragon that has grown flesh and blood, I wonder how many of my swords you can withstand?"

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