Fighter of the Destiny

Youfu is the heart.

All the starlight in these nights fell around his secluded mansion, gradually settling, becoming silent and soundless.

After thinking about this, the emotions in Heilong's eyes became even more shocking.

Chen Changsheng's use of starlight to cleanse his marrow had no effect. In the end, he had no choice but to take a great risk and take a selfie in advance. But he had no idea that he was using starlight to cleanse his marrow every night. Those starlights penetrated his body and came to the outside of You Mansion, tapping lightly every night.

He is not cleansing the marrow, or even directly crossing the sitting photo, he is communicating with the secluded world!

How many nights had it been since he lit up his destiny star?

Black Dragon looked at the boy who was lying in a pool of blood and was about to stop breathing. He was so nervous that he almost forgot to breathe.

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Since the advent of the Book of Heaven, no one has practiced like Chen Changsheng, because his special impeccable physique is very rare, and because there are very few people like him who live in the shadow of death every night and have unimaginable perseverance and will. Even if they have all these, those people will not have such an opportunity as him.

If there is no chance, he will still die. Even if he directly passes through the two realms of marrow cleansing and sitting in the light, and successfully reaches the secluded world, he will still die. There will be no problems in the realm of cultivation summarized by all human beings, and it is impossible to skip it at will. Practitioners who have not successfully cleansed their marrow will never be able to withstand the energy at the moment when the starlight is converted into true essence.

Chen Changsheng's heart was still beating vigorously, but the blood flowing out of those burst blood vessels was getting less and less. He closed his eyes tightly, and his face was as pale as a dead man.

The black dragon looked at him silently, the emotions in the dragon's eyes were very complicated, including struggle, hesitation, and unwillingness.

It knew that it was Chen Changsheng's opportunity.

Chen Changsheng was on the verge of death at this time, and no matter how rare the elixir was, it could not save him, not even if a saint like the Pope personally took action, but it could.

In this world, there is only one way to save Chen Changsheng.

The black dragon hesitated and struggled for a long time, especially when it remembered its experience of being imprisoned by humans for hundreds of years. It just wanted to turn around and leave, waiting for Chen Changsheng to die.

Why should it pay such a high price for a human boy?

It's just that...he finally had a glimmer of hope.

Moreover, I still need him to help me do that.

Moreover, he was really the first person it had truly gotten to know in hundreds of years.

His glimmer of hope, or his own glimmer of hope?

The black dragon thought silently. In fact, it didn't realize that it had been convincing itself to save this human boy.

I don't know how long it took, but it finally made a decision.

The black dragon came to Chen Changsheng and let out a low roar. As the roar continued, a scale in the dragon's eyes instantly brightened.

It raised its right front paw and slowly approached the dragon scale.

There was a soft sneer.

The dragon scale was broken.

A stream of blood spurted out from the small crack.

That is the blood of a true dragon.

There was a loud crash.

The dragon's blood spilled from the night sky and fell to the ground, drenching Chen Changsheng all over his body.

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Just a simple movement seemed to have exhausted all the energy of the black dragon. The amount of dragon blood was enough to soak Chen Changsheng's entire body in it, but compared to the huge body size of the black dragon, it should not be counted. What, for some reason made it suddenly weak.

The black dragon slowly fell to the ground, its beards floated feebly, and then slightly bent, its huge body no longer had any vitality, like a sleeping mountain range.

Then, something incredibly magical happened.

I could only hear the sound of dragon scales rubbing against the ice and snow on the cold ground, making a rustling sound, and a sound that was close to the sound of gold and stone breaking.

The black dragon is slowly getting shorter! Get smaller slowly!

The sleeping black mountains gradually turned into a ridge!

The black dragon continues to shrink!

The ridge finally became a slight protrusion on the ground.

Those dragon scales covered with frost and dust turned into a somewhat old black dress!

After a moment, a hand slowly stretched out from inside the black dress. The hand was very white and tender.

The hand fell on the ground and used a slight force to prop up her body.

Under the black dress is a little girl.

A very beautiful little girl.

The little girl has a frosty face and vertical pupils. She is naturally charming. Although she looks very young, people think she is extremely cold.

There was a red line between her eyebrows, which ruined this feeling.

It was a wound that was difficult to heal, but very beautiful, just like the makeup that was popular in Kyoto during the Great Zhou Dynasty hundreds of years ago.

She couldn't stand up because she was very weak and tired at this time, and also because she had two slender iron chains hanging on her ankles.

The two iron chains were covered with rust and stretched into the night, tightly held in the hands of the two legendary god generals on the stone wall statues.

She looked at Chen Changsheng who was in a pool of blood in front of her, and said with a cold expression: "If you betray me, I will eat you even though I feel sick."

When she said this, her tone was very calm, but very determined.

She uses human language, her voice is clear and pleasant, and coupled with her immature appearance, no matter how you look at it, she is just a little girl.

In fact, converted into human age, she was only thirteen or fourteen years old.

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Chen Changsheng's badly damaged body was covered in blood.

But at this time, it was no longer clear which blood was his own and which was dragon's blood.

He was soaked in her blood.

The true dragon's blood was slowly repairing his body.

Those cracked blood vessels gradually healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. Those ulcerated skin slowly became smooth again under the radiance of night pearls. As for the broken bones and damaged internal organs, they naturally needed more repairs. It took a lot of time, but it was obvious that things were getting better.

His face was still pale, but his breathing gradually became steady.

The girl in black stared at him for a long time.

Until much later, when it was confirmed that Chen Changsheng could survive and that her precious dragon blood had not been wasted, she could no longer support her weak body and fell asleep from exhaustion.

Chen Changsheng was sleeping in a pool of blood facing her.

The two lay in the cold underground, sleeping opposite each other.

White smoke drifted slowly, and blood corals were broken everywhere.

There is obviously blood everywhere, but it feels like a fairyland in the Kingdom of God.

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The sky was full of wind and snow, and there was no one outside the palace.

Two snow mastiffs played happily on the cold snow and pounced on each other. Only the cold light flashing in the mastiff's eyes reminded people of what a ferocious and terrifying animal they were.

The palace maid was standing aside with a rope, looking a little bored. Snowflakes were drifting between her beautiful eyebrows, and you could vaguely see the remnants of red makeup between her eyebrows. She turned out to be Mo Yu - she was originally a palace maid. If she hadn't obtained the Holy Queen Thanks to the empress's appreciation, after becoming a prisoner, she will probably have to stay in a remote and cold palace until she dies.

A figure gradually appeared in the wind and snow, and Mo Yu stepped forward to greet him with a smile.

The Holy Queen ignored the Snow Mastiff who was kneeling in the snow to express humility and fear, and walked to the abandoned well expressionlessly.

After a moment, she raised her eyebrows slightly and was a little speechless. Can she survive like this?

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