Devil Lord, You Lose Your Soul

Shen Long thinks that she regrets it. She only wants Shen Jing's barbecue for herself, and no one else wants it. As long as Shen Jing is alive, she will offend the way of heaven. No matter what, she will go back to the boundless sea.

The idea of hiding in the boundless sea flashed through Shen Long's mind. She twisted her eyebrows slightly. She wondered why she thought that hiding in the boundless sea could escape the way of heaven.

But she had no time to think about it. In front of the city wall, tens of thousands of enemy troops, and in front of the 100000 reinforcements Shen Jing finally came, Shen Long changed into a dragon.

The roar of the Dragon filled with fury resounds through the sky. The huge dragon body soars above. With a breath of breath, it can overturn thousands of people. With a little movement, the black scales on her body will flow across. The black dragon horn, which has long been fully grown, is beautiful and dangerous.

But her pupil is bloody, evil and bloody, like a dragon from hell, rather than a dragon respected as a God.

"What is that? Is it a dragon? " I don't know when the city wall was full of people, watching the black dragon. The black dragon overturned everyone, and only reflected the lifeless youth in his eyes.

The blood fell on her scales, and the streamer on the Dragon scales became bloody. Shen Long stepped on the corpse and came to Shen Jing. The sound of the Dragon chanted low. She lowered her head and gently rubbed Shen Jing's face with the sound of the dragon.

But Shen Jing didn't respond. Even his face was cold. He didn't reach out to touch her dragon scales or her dragon horns any more. With a little light in his eyes, he said to her, "ah long, you are so beautiful."

The only one in the world who would praise her for her beauty died.

Shen Long lay on her stomach and murmured with sadness. For a moment, she turned into a human, reached out and touched her throat, where there were still extremely small scales left. Crescent shaped, white, almost integrated with her skin color.

The scale of the dragon is also the most vulnerable place. Even close people can't touch it at will. However, although the smallest scale of the dragon can't bring the dead back to life, it can protect the body from decay and hide the soul from being found by ghost messengers.

Shen Long touched his own piece of thin Lin, so he lifted it down.

Blood gushes from the big wound of that fingernail, but Shen long can't take care of himself and puts the scales into Shen Jing's mouth.

"Guard your son, no one is allowed to get close to him until I come back." Shen Long takes Shen Jing back to the city. She doesn't take care of the people who look scared. She hands Shen Jing to one of his confidants.

My confidant nodded. Seeing that she was leaving, he asked, "Miss Shen, do you have a way to save our son?"

"He'll be fine." Shen Long said, holding the wound on his neck, he turned into a black dragon and flew to the distant mountains.

Even if she can keep Shen Jing's soul from being taken away by the ghost messengers, she has to go to the underworld to find the book of life and death with Shen Jing's name and cross out his name.

Shen Long rushes into the underworld all the way from the ghost city. She has a fight with the keel in the keel wasteland. If she loses, she has to stay there instead of the keel.

Fortunately, although she was injured, she almost broke up the keel. Fortunately, the ghost King appeared in time to stop her.

"Give me the book of life and death." Shen Long panted lightly, her face turned white. She stretched out her hand to the ghost king. The palm of her hand was full of bloodstains, and several nails had been peeled off.