Fantasy: If you are asked to be the Demon King, will you mass-produce the Demon Ancestor?

"Awake?"

In a dark space.

Long Xiang slowly woke up from his slumber, and on the other side, Chen Wuyi was meticulously adjusting something, with a smile in his eyes.

Look at Long Xiang.

He continued: "Since you are awake, then let's make a long story short.

"As my captive, I need to do some experiments on you."

"Speaking of which, I'm just on a whim, so if the process is not perfect, maybe it will be a very bad experience for you!"

"Very bad!"

His voice was gentle and elegant, and he could not hear any coercion at all, and while speaking, his eyes constantly looked at the dragon face not far away, as if looking at a perfect prey, relaxed and comfortable.

Hearing Chen Wuyi's words.

Long Xiang remembered the scene before he passed out.

I remembered that oppressive force that almost dried up in the blood.

He asked himself that in hundreds of years from birth to now, he had never felt the oppressive power of that bloodline.

Even a pure-blooded Great Demon, even a Demon King of the Storm Ancient Domain, it is impossible to do it!

Wait, weren't we already wrapped in the Boundary Vine when we passed out?

How did he survive.

Soon, he thought of something even more terrifying.

The body couldn't help but start shaking.

Only at this moment did he realize that he was soaked in water, and the temperature of the water was several times colder than the normal water temperature, but it did not freeze.

That's not the point.

The point is that his body can't move, and even the aura, at this moment, is suppressed by the surrounding water.

What kind of water is this, and in it, how can it not even mobilize the aura? ?

"Don't be nervous, this is weak water, deliberately prepared for the next experiment..."

Chen Wuyi chuckled, between words, there was no special emotion, just as if by magic, took out a sharp blade.

Immediately followed.

Reaching out from the weak water, he raised Long Xiang's arm, and the next moment, he gently swiped towards his arm!

Suddenly, a stream of blood gushed out along Long Xiang's arm, flowing down his arm towards the weak water.

At the same time, the cut arm also began to heal rapidly at this moment.

Obviously, the power of the eighth-order Great Demon is not an ordinary wound, and it can be helped.

Watch this scene.

Chen Wuyi frowned.

"The wound will heal automatically, and the physique of the dragon clan is really strong."

However, Chen Wuyi was very patient, cutting it again and again, trying again and again.

Weak water.

Long Xiang wanted to open his mouth several times, but every time he opened his mouth, a large amount of weak water poured into his mouth and nose, making him have to shut up.

Although he is a crocodile and has awakened the bloodline of the dragon clan, he is obviously not enough to see in front of weak water.

Chen Wuyi did not dwell on this issue, he just quietly looked at the blood that had flowed into the weak water, and watched them flow towards the bottom little by little.

In this process, the blood gradually faded, and finally, when it reached the bottom of the pool, it was almost the same as the weak water itself.

Seeing this scene, Chen Wuyi nodded with satisfaction, "It seems that even the blood of the dragon clan will gradually fade after flowing into the weak water, but I don't know if those powerful true dragon bloodlines will also have this phenomenon."

"In this way, if there is really an ancestral dragon under the weak water, will it feel the fluctuations in this?"

Chen Wuyi muttered.

In his eyes, there was an inexplicable color.

The next moment, I saw that as soon as he raised his hand, the way of water emerged, and immediately after, in the weak water, a subtle fluctuation surged in his hand, and the essence of those blood was drawn out of the weak water by him.

"The amount of weak water is constant?"

"That's right, under certain circumstances, the ruler of weak water can notice any slight changes in weak water, and if he does not perceive much, after tens of thousands or even tens of millions of years, weak water will be like ordinary rivers, hiding dirt and dirt..."

Chen Wuyi muttered, as if explaining.

It seems that he is desperately pursuing the memory in his mind, and the dragon who listens to it is confused.

The next moment, when he didn't know why, he felt a light body, followed by the weak water surrounding his body, suddenly being drained.

Regaining his breathing and freedom, Long Xiang gasped, his eyes full of shock.

"It is very important for you to take a good rest and take care of your body!"

Chen Wuyi glanced at Long Xiang and said softly.

Hearing this, Long Xiang just relaxed his emotions a little, and raised it again, looking at Chen Wuyi with some puzzlement.

He doesn't understand.

What is this demon king of the Wind and Frost Ancient Domain going to keep himself for?

Or take advantage of this opportunity to give it a last-ditch try?

Thinking so, he tried to gather the aura in his body.

But before he gathered the aura in his body, he felt that his eyes were dark, and because of excessive blood loss, he fainted on the spot...

When he wants to come again.

But he found that Chen Wuyi was still sitting quietly on his side, observing his surroundings, as if admiring an extremely perfect work of art, which made him can't help but swallow a few mouthfuls of spit.

......

"You... What are you looking at?

Looking at Chen Wuyi's extremely crazy look in front of him, Long Xiang asked with some uncertainty.

However, Chen Wuyi didn't say much, just picked up the transparent container containing the scarlet liquid and gently tapped it before slowly walking towards him.

"Good dragon blood, rest assured, if that rumor is true, you can't die, not only can't die, but you will also gain a lot of power!"

As he spoke, Chen Wuyi raised his hand towards him and gently flicked the glass container in his hand with his dragon claw.

With the vibration of the container, it can be clearly seen that in the glass container, a series of light golden lights slowly flickered.

The next moment, under Long Xiang's gaze, Chen Wuyi injected those blood into his body little by little.

Almost instantly, Long Xiang felt that his body was full of boundless power, as if he had devoured endless spirit stones, vast and majestic, this feeling reminded him of the scene when he awakened the bloodline of the dragon race a long time ago.

I don't know why, when he felt the changes around him, Long Xiang, who had always advocated strength, not only did not have any excitement, but deep in his heart, an infinite fear rose.

A touch of unknown fear hung over his heart.

"It seems to be very successful, the bloodline of the dragon clan has indeed adapted to the body of the hundred races... It's very inconsistent with the principles of biology..."

Just when he was extremely frightened, he suddenly heard Chen Wuyi, who was using him for experiments, whispering softly.

"However, it fits the rumors..."