The Infinite Powerhouse Mixed in the Comics

Jiang Jing's appearance Draig was not surprised or scared at all, even if he was facing death, he said very calmly: "Are you ready to deal with me, unknown human powerhouse?"

The voice is like a mature middle-aged man, slightly magnetic, faintly revealing the pride and arrogance of the two heavenly dragons, fearless.

"Well, that's not bad, he still looks like a former strongman." Jiang Jingting nodded.

"Do I want to thank you for your praise?" Draig stared at the projection of human will in front of him.

"No thanks, I always respect my opponent, no matter how strong or weak he is." Jiang Jing's eyes were cold and his tone was indifferent, and this was the real him.

Regardless of everything, the lake of the soul is like a black mirror, never lacking in ripples.

Also just like what he said, he respects all who become opponents, even if it is an ordinary person, as long as he is his enemy, Jiang Jing will wipe it out with a crushing force.

underestimate the enemy?Looking for an opponent to fight with?Cat and mouse?Hungry for head-to-head combat?

None of these existed. In Jiang Jing's perception, only dead opponents were good opponents. He never had the arrogance of a strong man, and he was always very modest and cautious.

"Really, you don't do it now, do you want to see me beg for mercy?" There was a touch of ridicule in Draig's tone.

"No, I just don't think you are my enemy. I like you, and I want to give you a chance." Jiang Jing touched his chin, looked at the dragon in front of him and the internal structure of this artifact, and an idea gradually emerged in his mind.

"Opportunity?" Draig was a little surprised.

"You are now completely integrated with this artifact, the artifact is with you, and the artifact destroys you to death."

Jiang Jing looked at Draig indifferently: "However, if you cut your soul according to my request and give up the source of the law, it is not without hope of reliving a lifetime."

"Cut the soul, give up the origin of the law." Draig's tone sank.

Looking at the silent Dragon Soul, Jiang Jing said lightly: "Think carefully, I hope you have already made a decision when I come next time, and also, there is only one chance, I won't ask again."

After Jiang Jing's thoughts moved, he withdrew from Chiryuutei's world of caged hands.

Jiang Jing slowly opened his eyes, and turned to look at Shiina Mashiro, who was painting quietly beside him.

At this time, the girl's body and mind are immersed in her own world, her long soft and bright light yellow hair falls down her shoulders, and her white and smooth side face is flawless under the sunlight shining through the shade spots of the trees, exuding a dreamlike charm.

The red lotus in Jiang Jing's hand turned like a pencil. After admiring the beautiful scenery in front of him, he turned his head to look at the flowing river below, and lazily leaned back on the chair in a daze.

At this time, he had already decided on how to deal with Chilongdi's caged hands, that is, to feed the magic knife with the material of the artifact. He believed that after swallowing this artifact, the essence of the magic knife could withstand the six-layer innate formation restriction.

As for the Draig inside, Jiang Jing will help him find a body for the source of the soul that has been cut and processed, and re-cultivate, maybe one day he will be able to return to the peak.

If he doesn't know the face, Jiang Jing will spend some time erasing its will and soul marks, and only keep the most pure power of the dragon soul that contains the origin of the law.

Jiang Jing planned to use this power of the dragon soul, which purely contained the origin of the law, to transform Shiina Mashiro's body.

Now that it was his pet, in this world of extraordinary power, how could he do without some self-protection power, even if he didn't want to kill people, he had to have the power not to be killed.

Of course, Jiang Jing knew that with Zhenbai's character, she was definitely not interested in cultivation, so don't expect her to practice honestly and hard.

It just so happened that Jiang Jing now had the soul of a true god-level dragon in his hand, and after a bit of refining, it could be used as a cheat for Shiina Zhenbai's cultivation.

By the way, Jiang Jing is also planning to try it on the white cat Xiaoguang.

Transformed with the power of a real dragon's soul source, a cat that has obtained the blood of a true god-level dragon, should it be called Totoro?Or cat dragon?

Just as Jiang Jing was touching his chin, thinking about what Xiaoguang would look like by then, Shiina Mashiro put down his brush: "Sorata."

"Huh? What's the matter." Jiang Jing turned to look at the girl.

"Look." Mashiro Shiina handed her small drawing board to Jiang Jing.

Today Shiina Mashiro painted a color painting, A4 size, in which a clear river meanders, with green grass beside the river, and two teenagers, a man and a woman, sit on a rest chair by the river.

In the painting, a girl with long light yellow hair in a plain dress and a sun hat lowers her head, holds a drawing board in one hand, and concentrates on drawing.

Beside her, a boy in a white T-shirt, slacks and flat shoes was lazily leaning on the chair, with a calm and peaceful expression, as if he was thinking about the three great principles of the universe.

With a few strokes of outline, the spirit and shape are possessed, which gives people who appreciate the painting a sense of wonder as if they are in the painting.

"The painting is very good." Jiang Jing nodded in praise.

"Do you like it?" Shiina Mashiro looked at Jiang Jing.

"Yes, I like it."

"That's for Sorata." Mashiro Shiina showed a rare smile on his lips.

Jiang Jing was taken aback for a moment, then laughed too: "Okay."

Girls don't know how to express their emotions because they lack common sense.

However, from this painting, Jiang Jing felt that the girl subconsciously no longer regarded the relationship between the two of them simply as owners and pets.

Although she didn't feel it herself.

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Chapter 89 There is nothing that cannot be solved by a night of sleep ([-]nd update)

Seeing that Jiang Jing dried and put away the painting, Zhenbai was very satisfied, and continued to pick up the drawing board.

But this time she drew the third volume of dragon and tiger color pictures, and she was about to complete the illustrations for the third volume in five sheets.

Seeing that Jiang Jing didn't bother her, he remembered Yuriko Uemura's call in the morning and took the phone out of his pocket.