Evil dragon? It's me, Godzilla!

The music was a bit messy, but the music was a bit messy.

"Hmm... the music over there is a bit messy, we need to change the music score."

Salva felt that a considerable part of his artwork was completely chopped up, frozen, and lost all connection.

In order to maintain coordination, he decisively interrupted the part that was eroded by the cold, and reconstructed the instrument form suitable for playing.

It has to be consistent, yes, that's it.

The flesh and blood choir he had just constructed was once again deeply buried by the protruding glacier peaks, crushed into the mud, and the tentacles that tried to spread out secretly were also chopped up, and the part that escaped from the underground disappeared unknowingly.

And the various clones left in the city were gradually removed unknowingly... Were they discovered so quickly by those vulgar people who don't understand art?

"This is a bit troublesome..."

Salva had a rare headache. He met a stubborn girl who didn't know how to appreciate his art, and he didn't have many works that he was proud of to show.

And just now, a small toy he made approached an individual who seemed to have the power of this lady, but it disappeared in an instant.

There are some unexpected people in this small town...

"Ah..."

Just when he was distracted, about a dozen clones were crushed to death.

Salva felt that this was not okay. The artwork under his hand was dead, and the old one would not go without the new one.

But if he couldn't make others realize the beauty of his art after the performance, it would be bad, so he cleared his throat and used the huge weird bone organ to spread the sound:

"Why is this lady so irritable? Why not enjoy it? No matter how good the work is, I am very satisfied with every performance..."

"Shut up."

Before he finished speaking, the clone of Salva was instantly frozen into an ice sculpture by the biting cold wind and torn to pieces.

The feelings between people are not the same. Bing Lisi only felt that the strange noise made by the person in front of her was very noisy, and she felt a headache after listening to it for a long time.

Not only was he annoying, but he also made such an unpleasant sound, and now he refused to die obediently. The triple disgust was exchanged for a more ruthless increase in intensity.

The cold wind will blow harder and colder, as cold as fire. The giant sword of ice and snow that shows the cold winter stands on all sides, imprisoning the small battlefield into an ice prison with no escape.

The endless glaciers will crush the black flesh and blood that constantly show grotesque shapes into mud, smashing every section of the bones that are still groaning. The cold wind uses snowflakes as blades to cut off the vocal cords of this annoying thing.

But the annoying black flesh and blood is like stubborn psoriasis. Even if it is smashed into pieces, ground into meat mud, made into ice chips, and melted into the wind and snow, it still struggles to emerge from the snow-covered ground in a disgusting way.

The music, which is full of weird atmosphere and strange beauty, is eroding the glaciers all the time, just like treating the inharmonious sounds in the score, accurately cutting off the endless glaciers.

The ominous magic circle containing dark magic, like a painting filled with blasphemous things, with the music produced by flesh and blood instruments, staged a disgusting opera, indiscriminately instilled into the minds of everyone present.

Yes, not only Bing Lisi, but even Salva himself, but for him, this hardly affected him.

"It's a bit troublesome."

The impatient expression on Bing Lisi's face accumulated more and more, and she endured the weakness and the pain in her head, calling for more wind and snow.

"This time I have to..."

Salva also shook his head helplessly, and used the baton in his hand to draw strange notes in the air that seemed to be real, and secretly hit the periphery.

Although the fight was fierce and the two sides seemed to have exchanges with each other, they were actually in a very embarrassing situation.

They fell into a situation where you couldn't kill me and I couldn't kill you, and the main thing was to torture each other.

With only a fragment of power, Bing Lisi lacks a lot of power. She seems to be able to summon glaciers to crush bones and flesh at will, but in fact, she is just a child holding a rifle and swinging a sledgehammer. It is inefficient and difficult to cause effective damage.

Salva is similar. Sitting in front of the organ, directing the performance seems elegant, but lacks effective output means. He has not made much preparation and can only rely on the cheating mechanism and the thickness of the blood bar to support him.

In the past, Salva must prepare carefully for each performance, not only the appropriate works, but also a large number of consumables, and also the assistant actors, but

These things were prepared halfway when the unreasonable little girl came to kill him.

He was also depressed. The things he hid were definitely not discoverable by these vulgar mortals who didn't understand art. How did he get exposed?

He couldn't escape even after being exposed. This place was too important as one of the key nodes, and the number of sacrifices was a bit lacking... At least he couldn't escape before the transfer was completed.

Speaking of which, the sacrifices should have been prepared almost a few days ago, but an ancient white dragon appeared out of nowhere and hunted the monsters that served as one of the sacrifices in groups, and several of his works were also killed by it.

This greatly delayed the progress of the rituals of several nearby nodes, and as a result, they were exposed because of this kind of thing.

"By the way, this lady's power is a little bit similar to that dragon... No, not similar, but a little..."

Salva was thinking rapidly in his head. From the work he had specially sent out to test the ancient white dragon, which was quite powerful, and the perception and memory sent back before his death, the power was indeed a little similar to that of the lady in front of him... It was just similar.

Just similar, it's nothing, but it happened to be such a time node, and both corresponded to the existence of ice power...

"Ice? Could it be..."

Many things in his mind seemed to be strung together by ice, but people were hazy, and before Salva could carefully pick it out. Another wave of attacks and continuous damage in front of him had forced him to withdraw from it.

It was really troublesome, but fortunately, a certain preparation that he had made up his mind should have begun to play a role gradually, and soon his chips would be added to the balance of this battle.

As soon as he thought of this, he started the traditional trash talk: "Miss, I see that you are not an ordinary person. You must be different from those vulgar mortals. I have a small suggestion..."

"Shut up!"

"Why are you so angry? First of all, please calm down like ice. I will..."

There was no answer next. Maybe there was, but the sound could no longer penetrate the layers of ice and snow to reach him.

Obviously. No one wants to continue this tug-of-war.

Bing Lisi knew. It would be difficult to get any results if they continued to fight.

So just do it and solve it quickly.

It was a huge dragon head.

It was quite realistic, and its shape was too hideous compared to a real dragon.

Countless wind and snow turned into its overwhelming wings, ice as the skeleton, frost as the claws, and gave it shape and spirit with the things she once remembered.

It has three pairs of curved horns, sharp fangs protruding from its ferocious mouth, and rows of huge spikes protruding from its back spine.

Its eyes are empty, but it looks as scary as if it is angry.

It is not complete, and the skeleton pierced by the cold wind is not filled with flesh and blood, but the winter roars out from its huge mouth, making a deafening roar at the same mental and physical level!

"Ah!!!!"

The ice storm that swept out literally scraped off a layer of flesh from the ground and the huge flesh and blood flower, connecting them into frost, leaving no chance of resurrection.

"..."

Salva was distracted for a moment and ignored the small hat that was blown away by the wind.

Although the dragon is extremely rare, he has seen it before.

Its strength is also quite strong, but if he wants, he has the strength to kill a dragon alone. Speaking of which, there have been works with dragons as samples in his works.

Moreover, after the ability system of dragons has become more and more perfect, the magic system has become more and more profound, and each country has accumulated a certain amount of powerful capital, it is difficult to be a big problem.

They have strength comparable to the gold level, and their wisdom is no less than that of humans, but so what?

They are too few in number to cause any trouble. It is not that each country has not hunted dragons in the process of expanding its territory.

Even the number of strong people who can kill dragons alone is at least close to three digits, and this is just counting humans!

Moreover, the gold level of the past and the gold level of today have also opened up a gap under the continuous accumulation.

Even without a single strong person, a certain number of silver-level people, with targeted equipment, facilities and potions, and a professional dragon hunting team can also hunt dragons. It is nothing more than a cost.

Nowadays, human swords and iron have long been stronger than the claws and scales of dragons.

The strong ones among them may be able to achieve the achievement of single-handedly slaughtering a city, but they will never be an important city and will not cause much trouble. If they are too arrogant, they will be hunted down by the strong and become a mere record and a waste of money.

Although dragons are extremely terrifying creatures for most people, they are just minor troubles for the human race as a whole. In the final analysis, they are just a kind of monster.

They are no longer as threatening to humans as they were thousands of years ago, and today's dragons are gradually weakening.

They are just trouble.

But he was shocked?

It was just a fake made of ice, and even the roar of consciousness was difficult to reproduce. Not to mention the power, it could actually shake him, because the pursuit of art has been tempered by thousands of times?

He could see that it was obviously borrowed from the charm of a real dragon. Even the fake had such power, so what about the real body?

Just a fake made by borrowing its charm, a roar, could directly crush his spiritual will contained in the work? !

At the moment when he was stunned, Bing Lisi was also squeezing the surrounding ice elemental power as much as possible, and continuously filling it into the skeleton of the dragon.

She was not surprised that the other party was shocked.

Because, in some fragmented memories since she could remember, for some reason, the thing she feared most was seeing the dragon open its mouth.

"Even I am afraid of it. Why wouldn't you be afraid?"