The Inverted Dragon’s Scale

The 490th chapter, heartbreaking lungs!

pain.

The pain of the cone heart.

The pain of cutting meat.

Blowing pain.

It's like having a steel fork piercing the heart, and the sound of ‘嚓’ is crisp.

It's like having a sharp blade to slice the flesh pieces and then wait on the plate for others to taste.

It’s like a rusty iron knife squeaking across the bones, like a hungry wolf chewing on a bone

This pain is not only physical but also spiritual.

If the soul is a villain, then the dragon nail is a pair of scissors.

嚓嚓嚓——

A knife went down and cut the little man into a broken blood.

From the inside out, or from the outside to the inside.

Because it is too painful, it is difficult for you to find the pain of it. It feels where it comes from and where it goes. Anyway, every part of you can feel, every corner, is in pain, burning.

This is the pain that life cannot bear, and it is the pain that the body cannot bear.

Li Muyang’s body is shaking.

Not only is the body shaking, but even the soul.

"Ah--" Li Muyang exclaimed.

This has nothing to do with cowardice, and has nothing to do with strongness, but only the normal reaction of the body.

Li Muyang never knew that there would be such pain in the world. The tribulations of the childhood, the trapped dragons encountered in the floating city are not worth mentioning.

He wants to faint and wants to die immediately.

However, what is terrible is that he is still awake.

More awake than ever.

He was able to clearly feel that a nail that had been frozen for thousands of years in the iceberg was taken out and then slammed into the top of his head.

He didn't insert it all at once, and then let you carefully digest this pain.

It's slow, a little bit inserted.

Where the nails are inserted, your thoughts are gathered there, and your attention will follow.

It’s like there’s a pair of eyes on the sky, it’s your own eyes, and you’ve watched the ice-cold nails plug into your own heavenly cover, one point, one inch.

It is obviously cold and biting, but it feels that there is a wildfire burning on the brain.

It has to burn its own head into coke and burn it into dust.

嚓——

The black Nether nails were all inserted into the celestial cover, and the brain was chilling.

Because this is too cool, the brain is like a frost. There was a blank inside the whole brain, only the cold pain spread down.

All the way down, then drill into the gap in the bone.

The bones were suddenly heavy, and there was a kind of urge to reach out and smash the flesh to pull it out and smash out.

A ghost is nailed into the body, and the whole person of Li Muyang has to collapse.

If it wasn't for Song Lonely, he still glared at his neck, fearing that he would now fall to the ground like a dead body.

Ice and snow, winter and winter.

Li Muyang’s forehead was sweating, and even his clothes were soaked in sweat.

His face was purple, which was an abnormal face caused by the rapid flow of blood.

His eyelids suddenly closed and his eyes were like a dead fish.

There is saliva in the corner of the mouth, as well as blood from the broken teeth.

Song Lonely looked at the appearance of Li Muyang, and said: "What is the answer?"

"Let my sister go -" Li Muyang’s voice is weak and whispered: "Let's go - my family - I just - tell - you -"

"It seems that you still don't understand what I mean." Song alone sighed.

How suddenly did the child become stupid?

"It seems that you don't think a nail is enough." Song Lonely said.

He extended his right arm again, his palms down and his palms down.

A transparent ball of light appears in the palm of your hand, and then the ball of light extends toward the ground and becomes a transparent beam of light.

Soon, the light column turned black, and then a horrible black material was absorbed from the depths of the earth.

Those black elemental materials are collected in the lonely palm of Song, condensed and become the appearance of nails.

Then, Song alone held the black spike and once again inserted into the head of Li Muyang's head.

"what--"

The body of Li Muyang’s collapsed body was once again taut, and the screams of the screams were issued in his mouth.

"What about the answer?"

"Let my sister -"

"What about the answer?"

"Let's - my sister -" -

Song Lonely asked each time for an answer. After being refused by Li Muyang, he would put a Nethernail into the head of Li Muyang.

One after another, a total of eight answers were asked, and a total of eight nails were scored.

Song's lonely right hand hangs, holding a pointed slender nail in the palm of his hand.

He looked at Li Muyang and asked again: "What is the answer?"

"-"

Li Muyang did not answer.

He has no way to answer.

Li Muyang’s expression is distorted and looks horrible and ugly.

His pupils are congested and his eyes are protruding, as if he could burst out at any time.

Li Muyang's head is drooping, her eyes are closed, and her body is hanging like mud.

A fierce wind blew, Li Muyang's body swayed in the lonely palm of Song, like a grassy doll.

"You have been hit by eight Nether nails. If I put the ninth nail into your body, then - you will fly away, it is difficult to save you back." Song Lonely The eyes were sullen, and the voice of the voice finally had a sigh of anger. "Li Muyang, what is the answer? What is the secret of the Longevity of the Dragon?"

"-"

No one answered.

Li Muyang is like a dead man.

Except for the body that is still twitching.

That is the natural reaction of the body when the pain has not disappeared.

Song Lonely shook his head and sighed and said: "The morning sun is cold, just like I am looking for a dragon lamp in the dragon cave. The lamp is made of dragon blood. If it is not extinguished for ten thousand years, it can be taken for it. Unfortunately, the lights have begun to weaken some time ago. If you can't know the dragon's longevity from your mouth, then I will take your blood to give the granddaughter a dragon light-"

Said, the palm of the hand once again lifted to the head of Li Muyang, wanting to put the ninth Nether Nail into the head of Li Muyang's head.

"go to hell--"

Lu Qingming’s body was seriously injured and he could only watch his son being tortured by Song’s loneliness.

He was desperately patient and gritted his teeth.

He squeaked his fist and smashed his teeth.

He is silently reading the "Heavenly Hearts" of Lu's ancestors and quickly recovering his body's strength by burning his own dantian.

He wants to give Song alone a fatal blow.

However, the time that Song Lonely can give him is too little and too little.

It is too difficult and difficult to restore the combat power in such a short period of time and to be able to give a fatal blow to the master of Song Lonely.

When he heard that Song alone said that he would push the ninth Nether Peg into the body of Li Muyang, Song Lonely couldn't stand it anymore.

His long gun fell to the ground, in order not to cause Song's lonely attention and beware, he did not even dare to summon it.

His palms reached into the snow and condensed into a white ice gun with ice and snow.

Then, his body took off and he held the ice gun and stabbed him toward the lonely heart of Song.

嚓——

The snow white ice gun in the hands of Lu Qingming was inserted into the lonely body of Song.

He smiled wildly and sorrowed: "Song alone, your old dog - I finally killed you - I finally killed you - to avenge the father -"

"Stupid." Song Lonely shook his head gently.

His body trembled, and a group of blue light waves attacked all around.

boom--

The light wave passed, and the surrounding snow was swept away.

咔嚓咔嚓——

The ice gun in the hands of Lu Qingming was cut off from the head of the gun. Then it broke faster and faster, and finally the whole ice gun exploded like a bubble.

咔嚓——

The ice **** splashed.

However, Song’s lonely body did not have any harm.

The smile on Lu Qingming's face solidified, and the blood at the corner of his mouth was still flowing.

His face was **** and looked like a madman in a state of madness.

Lu Qingming looked at Song Lonely with his big eyes, doubts, disappointments, and more of it was unwilling to turn away.

"How could this be?"

"How can you kill him?"

Song’s lonely right hand suddenly shot past Lu Qingming.

嚓——

The ninth Nether Nail was scored by him into Lu Qingming's body.

"puff--"

Lu Qingming squirted a blood, and the body flew away from the distance like a paper basket that had fallen off the line.

thump--

Lu Qingming’s body collapsed in the snow. He barely wanted to get up, his back was straight, his head was up, but he slammed back.

There is no more sound.

At this time, Li Muyang, who has been in a coma, suddenly opened his eyes.

It was a pair of eyes covered in blood, no pupils, no white eyes.

All the blood is full of blood, boiling blood.

On the back of his hand, black scales appeared quickly, and the palm of his hand became a sharp claw at that moment.

When Song’s lonely backhand shot and shot the Nethernail into Lu Qingming’s body, Li Muyang finally began to counterattack.

嚓——

He waved the dark, sharp dragon claws and slammed it toward Song's lonely chest.

咔嚓——

The claws were inserted into the lonely chest of Song without any hindrance, and then he pulled hard and tore a vaguely sloppy mouth.

He wants to dig out the lonely heart of Song.