Your universe is so fragile

Chapter 131 Blood Island

"Drink!"

The Viking girl Beatrice first used the stone bench outside the chief's house as a step, jumped to the roof in one step, then turned around, and rushed towards the cyan feathered dragon that swooped in from high above.

Beatrice had never held a shield from the beginning, and was holding a heavy double-headed steel ax tightly with both hands. Amidst the roar, she made her body act like a bearing, dragging the giant ax and slashing down fiercely!

Although she is young and has just turned 16, as a child of the Vikings, she started learning how to fight when she could hold a wooden sword at the age of four or five.Facing such a grand scene at this time, Beatrice not only did not have the slightest fear and tension, but felt that the blood in her whole body was boiling and burning, and the giant ax in her hand was more handy than usual.

"hold head high--!"

Beatrice's huge ax slashed straight at the nose of the flying dragon covered with blue feathers, and a large amount of blood spurted out in an instant. One of the hideous upper jaws.

And Beatrice's ax blade was firmly embedded in it.Beatrice was unwilling to give up her weapon, so she could only sway left and right as the flying dragon struggled.

But this also aroused the ferociousness of the flying dragon. Its chameleon-like pupils seemed to be adjusting the direction of the periscope, fixedly staring at Beatrice hanging in mid-air, and said 'click! 'There was a crisp metal sound, and immediately a group of slamming flames gushed out from the throat!

"what!"

The fiery breath spewed on Beatrice's body, and Beatrice couldn't help screaming.

But fortunately, the wound she cut was indeed deep enough, and the blood flowed profusely from the flying dragon, extinguishing most of its breath.Coupled with the fact that the girl born in Lingdao has extremely tough physical fitness, to her, this exhalation is probably equivalent to ordinary people being splashed with boiling water.

Pain, it really hurts to the bone marrow.But to say that there is no real fatal injury.

As Viking's daughter, Beatrice was in pain, bathed in the blood of the flying dragon and the scalding hot steam, and opened her eyes again. The ferocity and madness in her eyes seemed more like a beast than that flying dragon.

"Drink it——!"

At this time, Beatrice still hadn't let go of the giant ax in her hand. Even with the flying dragon raising her head, she jumped directly on top of the flying dragon's head with the help of a backflip. The flesh and bones were dug out, bringing up a large piece of flesh and blood, splashing into the air.

Beatrice didn't care about the dragon's struggle, let alone the climb. She galloped on the dragon's back as if she was walking on flat ground, just like she was climbing rocks in the steep mountains when she was a child.

"Pfft!" "Crack!" "Pfft!"

The giant ax was used by Beatrice like a pickaxe to mine ore, digging and digging and digging on the back of the blue-feathered flying dragon, and the flesh and blood that was dug out, even with the desperate breath of the flying dragon under the madness, sprinkled around, the scene of the battle At one point it seemed like it was going on amidst fireworks.

"Ang—!" The battle between the flying dragon and the girl was louder than the other, and the blue feather flying dragon had completely fallen into despair.

It was really Beatrice's luck that a breath was resisted by the blood, and her tenacious will allowed her to even climb onto the unreachable back of the flying dragon.In this way, the offensive was reversed, and the primitive man with a longbow and sharp blade faced the bomber, and became Captain America dismantling a fighter jet.

"Crack!"

Accompanied by the last crisp sound of bones being split, the Cyanfeathered Flying Dragon finally lost all vitality.

Its head, which was originally held high, hung limply, and then the entire dragon body no longer had any lift, and after a short inertia buffer, it suddenly fell!
Beatrice couldn't stand on the dragon's back, and as the flying dragon fell, its body was also spinning. Beatrice could only roll and crawl towards the dragon's belly like stepping on a wheel.

She wanted the flying dragon to be a buffer when she fell to the ground. Even if it wasn't necessarily safe, at least it was much better than hitting the solid ground by herself.

However, when Beatrice looked down nervously, her legs were a little weak.

This... this is too high!

In fact, the flying dragon itself did not fly particularly high during the battle.But the Viking tribe originally lived on the mountainside, and the flying dragon climbed obliquely, leaving the original high mountain with the most abundant resources, and came to the sky above Pinggu, increasing the altitude.

At this time, Beatrice was at least a hundred meters away from the ground.At such a height, not to mention using the body of the flying dragon as a cushion, even if you use the same volume of cotton, plus the physical fitness of the Vikings, it is also close to death...

Beatrice said to herself with some unwillingness and helplessness: "In the end, is it just a one-for-one exchange?"

As she said that, she looked towards the sky in the direction of the tribe. A dense group of dragons hovered high in the sky, as if covered by dark clouds, and the number was almost constant.

At this moment, a red light passed by, and Beatrice could almost feel her burned skin trembling with the buzzing of the red light.

In Beatrice's surprised eyes, the blazing red sword light seemed to split the sky, forcibly separating a blue light of the sky from the dense dragon group.

No... not just dragons.

During the fall, adrenaline was secreted along with the burning pain hormone of the skin, and even time seemed to slow down, allowing Beatrice to observe some details more clearly.

In the sky above the dragons, there are really dark clouds... However, that sword light even split the clouds high in the sky!
In a daze, Beatrice failed to grasp the feathers on the blue-feathered flying dragon for a while, and separated from the flying dragon by mistake, falling freely against the falling wind.

Ruined.

It was the only thought left in Beatrice's mind.

Without the flying dragon as a cushion, if you hit the hard surface of Iceland by yourself, you will definitely be physically smashed to pieces, and you will die without a whole body. I am afraid that the appearance of death will not be much better than that of a mosquito being slapped to death.

However, at this moment, Beatrice felt a warm wind from bottom to top.

Beatrice's eyes widened in surprise, even horror.

Because she was facing down at this time, and she could see clearly... On another mountain not far away, that man, the man who could kill countless flying dragons with a single sword, split the clouds and the sky, swung a sword towards him. One sword!
Beatrice thought, didn't she die by falling, but by this man's sword like the chief?
The thought only had time to think of this, and Beatrice finally realized that what the other party waved was no longer the terrifying red light, but a soft white light.

Beatrice's whole body fell in the white light, and her vision was soft, as if she had fallen into a dream of feathers and cotton.

Even the body, from an uncontrollable fall, became light and light, as if it was on a cloud.

Are you dead?
Beatrice was a little dazed.

Then, when her vision was clear again, she was surprised to find that she was sliding obliquely along a white air current to the top of the mountain closest to her, like sitting on a slide.

Faced with this scene, Zhang Zicheng also heaved a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, fortunately, I am in a low-dimensional environment, otherwise ordinary qi-training monks would not be able to achieve this level, at least they would have to quickly form the foundation of the Golden Core to complete it.

But after all, he is a low-dimensional person. Although Zhang Zicheng absorbs low-dimensional spiritual energy, after spinning and digesting in his body, what he condenses is Zhang Zicheng's own high-dimensional real energy. Correspondingly, the exchange rate is higher.

After refining the low-dimensional aura, it can be said that the replacement reaction of directly raising the dimension into high-dimensional true qi has been created out of nothing. Zhang Zicheng suspects that he must have unintentionally drilled a bug to do this kind of thing.

All in all, in terms of the quality of high-dimensional zhenqi, the weight of a low-dimensional person is as light as a kitten.As a Qi cultivator, it is normal to be able to save a kitten that fell from the sky.

But to be able to lift weights so lightly, I still have to thank the wish force, which can accurately control the movement of true energy from a long distance.Otherwise, no matter how powerful an ordinary qi cultivator is, he can only control the true qi one meter away from the body at most. It will not be until the Jindan stage that he can do whatever he wants like Zhang Zicheng controls the drone slime now.

Zhang Zicheng looked at Beatrice, who had slid down at his feet. His face was covered with steamed dragon blood, and he looked like a dirty brat.

Her blond hair was tied into a braid, which was obviously not taken care of very often. To describe it, this blond hair not only did not make her look noble, but it was like braiding straw and wearing it on her head as a wig.

It's just that all these bad conditions, against the backdrop of her own appearance, look wild and cute, not sloppy.

A very pretty girl indeed.

Zhang Zicheng made a silent comment, then looked at the other party's unhealthy pink complexion, and said softly, "Looks like a burn... Fortunately, it's not serious."

As he said that, Zhang Zicheng raised his hand, and the simple healing technique he had obtained from the cultivation world in the past few days was displayed.

The principle of this healing technique is very transparent, it is to give the body's own self-healing mechanism function and rapid stimulation, and use true energy as nourishment to supply energy.

However, as the most basic spell, it naturally has many limitations.For example, diseases that cannot be solved by the human body's self-healing, it has no solution, that is to say, it has nothing to do with the flesh and bones of the living and dead.Secondly, in order to avoid overdrawing the human body's functions, its therapeutic effect is not exaggerated, which is roughly equivalent to a hundred days of recuperation for a normal person with complete nutrition and healthy work and rest.

But this level of healing is more than enough to deal with Beatrice's simple burns.

Almost instantly, Beatrice felt that her skin, which was like being stabbed by a knife when the wind blew, eased down, and it no longer stings intermittently.

The previous pain was forcibly suppressed by adrenaline under the threat of imminent death. In fact, Beatrice was also in pain.

At this moment, an extremely soft white light enveloped her, and Beatrice was even surprised to find that she would even feel full when she was bathed in the white light.

Infinite warmth gushed out from all limbs, it was even more comfortable than soaking in hot springs, it made her want to sleep here immediately.

It's just that the time of happiness is always short. Although the treatment lasted for more than ten minutes, for those who enjoyed it, it was as short as ten seconds. Beatrice felt the warmth fade away completely, and she Facing the cold winds of Iceland again.

Beatrice opened a pair of big emerald green eyes. She stared closely at the man in front of her. Her lips trembled a few times, and finally she couldn't help but ask, "Are you...a god?"

Although the Vikings have also seen the magic of the Roma, that kind of magic has its limits. To be honest, in the eyes of the Vikings, it is more like a clown's trick and can only be reduced to an object of ridicule.

But the person in front of him... With a wave of his hand, the sky and the flying dragon are separated, and a light touch can relieve all physical and mental pain.

Aren't strength and compassion the greatest elements for mortals to create gods?

Zhang Zicheng turned his head and looked at this cute little girl. He couldn't help but smile and said, "God? I'm standing right in front of you. I can see and touch you, so I'm not a god."

This made Beatrice a little confused. She obviously never went to school and couldn't write.But because of this, she didn't have too many deep-rooted understandings in her consciousness, and she acted more instinctively.

Since the powerful man in front of him says he is not a god, then he probably is not.

However, this did not affect Beatrice's shock and awe of this man's strength when she saw the densely packed flying dragon corpses at the foot of the mountain.

In just ten minutes, the plague of flying dragons in Iceland was completely over.

At least [-]% of the flying dragons stayed on the island forever, making their own flesh and blood the nourishment of the island's ecology.

Because Beatrice was in the process of treatment, she didn't see the scene of corpses raining down in the sky, but she could roughly imagine how miraculous it was just by seeing half of Iceland covered in blood.

Worried about the safety of her family, Beatrice thanked Zhang Zicheng stiffly and hurried down the mountain.

On the way down the mountain, Wu Yuan Saori happened to pass by Beatrice.

Beatrice did not respond, the other party was perfectly normal here, Wu Yuan Saori was stunned, did not expect to see others coming down from the mountain, obviously did not see the scene of the other party going up the mountain.

Wu Yuan Saori was also covered in blood at this time, she had just successfully killed two flying dragons, and she was unscathed, not letting herself be as embarrassed as Beatrice.

If it was in the past, looking at her own record, and then Zhang Zicheng's record, she might still feel sour.But now and now, she has calmly accepted the fact that the other party must be a certain god, so there is only faint pride and reverence in her heart.

Due to the language barrier between the two parties, the two of them just nodded at Wuyuan Saori, and there was no more communication between them.

When Wu Yuan Shazhi came to the top of the mountain, he respectfully performed the samurai salute, put the Yatachi sword on his right hand side, knelt down on one knee, bowed his head like a humble ninja, and said, "Master Sichen, the remaining flying dragons have scattered Fleeing, there are no survivors of the flying dragons killed by your sword energy, how do you plan to dispose of the bodies of those flying dragons?"

After all, those flying dragons were killed by Zhang Zicheng, so he naturally had the absolute right to dispose of them. Even though there was no communication on this point, both the Vikings and the black ship warriors reached a tacit agreement.

However, everyone also knows that this right to dispose does not come from whoever contributes and who gets the benefits, but is actually shocked by the miraculous power and dare not take a step forward.

However, it was useless for Zhang Zicheng to ask for the corpses of those flying dragons. After thinking for a while, he said, "Leave me two flying dragons that look normal. I want to taste them. You can deal with the rest as you like."

Wu Yuan Shazhi bowed his head deeply, and said respectfully: "Yes, Master Si Chen."

Although there are many details that can be questioned, Wu Yuan Saori just retreated quietly, as if the difficult climb up the mountain was just to ask a question.

She understands that the lord doesn't care about small things, so she has to use her subjective initiative as a subordinate to take the initiative to eliminate all troubles for the lord.

(End of this chapter)