992: C992 Dragon Soul Liquid

C992 Dragon Soul Liquid

If this dragon asked for any other information, Zhao Feng might not know. But no, it was an exception. No matter what, he had come to the Underworld to hide from nothing.

"Not yet. The human cultivators are still in the Underworld."

Zhao Feng answered honestly.

Hearing this, the dragon sighed. "Is it still the same?"

Zhao Feng did not answer because he did not know what to say. At this time, it was better to be safe.

He didn't ask for anything else, he just wanted the dragon to let them go. This was Zhao Feng's only wish now.

He didn't know what was wrong with the dragon. He suddenly said, "I am about to disappear."

Zhao Feng was shocked and panicked. He did not know what the dragon meant.

"Senior, you did not disappear because of me, did you?"

He had pierced the dragon's reverse scale. If the dragon disappeared because of him, he couldn't guarantee that the dragon wouldn't vent its anger on him.

"Haha, you're thinking too much. Although sword intent is powerful, you have just comprehended it. You are still too young. Although you can barely pierce through my reverse scale, you are still far from being able to injure me. "There is another reason for my disappearance. This has already tortured me for thousands of years."

Unlike Zhao Feng, The potential that erupted between life and death was something the dragon could see. It didn't seem to care about the death of its soul at all.

Zhao Feng didn't have such a big mental state. He just stood on the side and kept silent.

The dragon looked at Zhao Feng for a while. "Forget it. The left and right are about to disappear. I might as well do something good for the younger generation. My life has been ruined by a supreme power. Even after my death, his power has dominated me for so many years. I have to do something to make up for it."

Zhao Feng still did not understand the meaning of these words, but in the next moment, he was completely stunned.

The giant dragon in front of him started to move. For a moment, the sky in the secret realm changed.

The fog of the Dragon Death Mystic Realm that no one had known about for hundreds or thousands of years dissipated at this moment.

The fog of the Dragon Death Fog was like a tide that scattered in all directions. Finally, it was broken down and dissipated.

The Dragon Soul soared into the sky. Its huge body was transformed into a drop of transparent dew, floating in the air.

The body of the dragon soul, which was already close to being transparent, became even more transparent now. If one was not careful, one might not be able to notice the enormous dragon soul.

"I'm about to disappear. I've been dead for too long. I don't have anything left for the human race anymore. The injuries on your body, as a body, can't be helped. However, I have a drop of dragon soul liquid here. You've comprehended the sword intent. This thing should be of great help to you."

As he spoke, the drop of transparent liquid entered Zhao Feng's body.

In an instant, Zhao Feng felt a splitting headache. In the next moment, the feeling disappeared without a trace. The pain just now seemed as if it had never existed.

The dragon soul slowly dissipated. A faint dragon's roar resounded in the world. Under such circumstances, a bolt of lightning suddenly streaked across the sky.

Immediately after, red raindrops poured down. A faint sadness appeared within the entire Dragon Death Secret Realm.

Zhao Feng raised his head and looked up into the sky. For some reason, he had the urge to cry.

Blood colored rain fell from the corner of his eyes. It was hard to tell whether it was rain or tears.

Without knowing when, Gu Ya came to his side. "Zhao Feng, are you okay?"

Things had gone through many twists and turns. Gu Ya did not know whether the dragon soul that had just dissipated was a friend or an enemy.

Zhao Feng shook his head. The dragon soul had just given him a drop of dragon soul liquid. It sounded like some kind of treasure.

However, Zhao Feng did not feel any changes on his body. The dried up Vital Spirits and the few remaining divine senses were as bad as they looked.2

This Dragon Soul Liquid could not be fake, Zhao Feng thought.

"It's fine. Let's hurry up and leave. The fog of the Dragon's Meteorite has already dissipated. Under such circumstances, it might attract the attention of many people. If we continue to stay here, we might attract unnecessary trouble."

Zhao Feng felt that if he encountered such a situation, he would definitely not let it go.

A place that no one had come out of for who knows how many years suddenly revealed a mysterious veil to you. Who wouldn't be curious about this overall situation?

Gu Ya nodded. The four of them quickly walked outside.

Hu Ling came to Zhao Feng's side at some point. "Master, what's the use of the Dragon Soul Fluid? Can you tell me?"

Hu Ling was not the only one who was curious about this question. Gu Ya and Bai Hui also widened their eyes and waited for Zhao Feng's answer. What kind of treasure was the Dragon Soul Liquid?

They had never heard of any powerful being in the world who wanted to make a move on a true dragon.

If this matter were to spread, wouldn't it be sprayed to death by others? Zhao Feng shook his head. Just like Gu Ya and the others, he was also curious about the effect of the Dragon Soul Fluid.

It wasn't just Gu Ya and the other two who were curious about the effect of the Dragon Soul Fluid, but also Zhao Feng.

No matter what, they had passed this trial. At this point in time, Zhao Feng could do his best to find the Dragon Blood Fruit.

Under such circumstances, their combat strength was almost at the peak of the Land of Dragon Death. Putting aside Hu Ling, who was at the Nascent Soul stage, even Zhao Feng, who had comprehended the sword intent, couldn't look at him at an ordinary realm.

The few of them found a hidden place and began to repair themselves. Previously, in the mist of the Fallen Dragon Land, their medicinal Vital Spirits had all been extracted clean. Their combat strength was invincible. It was only in theory that they said so.

A true battle didn't just depend on combat strength. Who knew if there was another ancient sword cultivator hidden within the Dragon Meteor Fog?

They found a cave nearby. A few women began to meditate and recover. Zhao Feng sat at the entrance of the cave with a bamboo sword on his leg. He had just comprehended the sword intent under the pressure of the dragon soul.

However, it was only a flash of inspiration. In actual combat, it was probably because the timing was not good. He had to work hard to comprehend the sword intent before he could use it as if he was waving his hand. He still had to work hard to comprehend it.

Streaks of light flashed across the sky. They were all cultivators, and they couldn't find any opportunities in the Land of Dragon Death. Many people believed that the treasures here were in those dangerous places, but those places were too dangerous. Normally, they wouldn't dare to enter. Now that the fog of the Dragon's Meteorite had opened, these people couldn't wait to find some opportunities.

Zhao Feng ignored them. There might be some treasures in the depths of the fog of Dragon Death, but he didn't have the heart to ask for them.

He still remembered that before the giant dragon disappeared, it had said that he had fallen to this extent. Even if he died, he wouldn't be able to rest in peace. It was all because he didn't have any treasures.

What kind of power did that person have that the remaining power could affect a dragon's soul for countless years?

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