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

"Don't worry, it's still a long time."

Chen Wuyi looked at Long Xiang, who had fallen into madness, and quipped.

"What the hell are you going to do!"

"Kill me, please kill me!!"

......

Long Xiang roared, and his eyes became more and more vicious.

"Feel it? Your body is full of power, and this power is still increasing, this feeling should be more exciting than the hundreds of years you have lived before!

Chen Wuyi asked with a chuckle, a light smile in his eyes.

Immediately after, he continued:

"So, try my best to cooperate with my experiment, the power itself, there is nothing wrong, the wrong, it is the people who have them, the law of the jungle, I did not expect that above the bloodline, it is also applicable..."

Chen Wuyi said, and took out several needles, all of which were injected into Long Xiang's body.

Listen to Chen Wuyuan's voice.

Long Xiang didn't have time to react, and he felt the colic and tingling sensation above his body, which made his eyes more and more crazy.

Meanwhile.

He can also clearly feel that the power of the bloodline is constantly climbing, and the strength in the body is constantly increasing in this process.

This feeling made his consciousness extremely distorted, but it made his inner greed constantly amplified.

"Ahhh...

"No

, don't, I can't, kill me, quick, kill me!!"

At this moment, Long Xiang was like a confused individual, constantly wailing, entangled, and Zifu was like a black hole, falling into extreme darkness and chaos.

At last.

Under Chen Wuying's attention.

Little by little, the strength in the body, in this process, gradually stabilized.

Dragon bloodline.

Further enhancement.

"Whew..."

"Whew..." Long

Xiang gasped, his eyes were already filled with blood red, and his expression was almost crazy.

Killing, rage, madness, lust-desire...

At this moment, he seemed to be a collection of negative emotions, wrapped in endless thoughts, and his consciousness was a little confused.

But the more so.

When he looked in the direction of Chen Wuyi, the more fear became under his eyes.

This fear, after gaining strength, did not alleviate in the slightest, but became more and more victorious.

"The dragon bloodline, really powerful, once again, swallowed all the bloodlines?"

Chen Wuyi looked at Long Xiang's body, carefully observed, and there was a flat color in his eyes.

"How are you feeling?"

Finally, Chen Wuyi opened his mouth towards Long Xiang and asked about his condition.

Hearing Chen Wuyi's inquiry.

Long Xiang was stunned at first.

Immediately after, he replied with a hoarse voice: "Blood, I need more blood, I want to become stronger!"

"No, kill me, please kill me..."

"It seems that your consciousness has been distorted by some kind of force invasion."

"Moreover, the chaos is a little serious, but it is a failed attempt..."

Chen Wuyi said softly, and in his eyes, a deep color was revealed, as if he had made a mistake in the process of thinking.

Standing quietly in front of Long Xiang.

Surrounding the dragon phase, he kept looking, and seemed to scratch his head a little puzzled

, "It shouldn't be, it's clear that the dragon bloodline has swallowed all the bloodlines, but why does your consciousness change?"

Between words.

Chen Wuyi's palm lightly pressed against Long Xiang's chest.

In an instant, a majestic force, like flowing water, burst out from his palm, followed by it, and slowly covered Long Xiang's whole body.

At this moment, Long Xiang, under Chen Wuyuan's manipulation, floated up from the void little by little.

In the end, Long Xiang fell completely silent, as if sleeping, still above the void.

"There is no problem with all the steps, the only problem at the moment is that when this dragon bloodline has swallowed too many bloodlines, it seems to have some kind of irreparable distortion of the will..."

Between Chen Wuyi's words, he waved his hand casually.

"Bang!!"

With a loud bang, Na Long Xiang fell to the ground again, trembling.

And Chen Wuyi did not set his eyes on him, but looked at the black dragon egg.

"Could it be that there is a hidden will in this dragon egg?"

"Or is it the will behind those bloodlines?"

Chen Wuyi muttered.

My mind is full of scenes seen on the second floor of the Golden Step.

In the end, he shook his head and gave up the urge to continue thinking.

"That's it, the bloodline matter is not as anxious as imagined."

While speaking, Chen Wuyi withdrew his gaze, moved a bench, and slowly sat in front of Long Xiang.

Holding Erlang's legs, he kept looking at Long Xiang's body.

Finally, the ghost asked the god, "You said, how are the dragon scales of the dragon clan reborn, one by one?" Hearing

this, Long Xiang's whole body trembled.

A little uncertain asked:

"You, what are you going to do, aren't you also a dragon?" Haven't you molted? "

Molting?

Is it like a snake?

Hearing this, it was Chen Wuyi's turn to be surprised.

He smiled and asked, "Crocodiles also molt?"

Hearing this, Long Xiang was stunned at first, followed closely, and hesitated: "It will be, but it will not be completely transformed like a snake." Hearing

this, Chen Wuyi nodded thoughtfully.

Immediately after, he said with a smile:

"Then you should also be eager to familiarize yourself with the way the dragon scales of the dragon clan are reborn, right?"

"In this way, I'll help you!"

Between speaking, I don't know where to take out a vise, step by step, towards Long Xiang.

Seeing this scene, Long Xiang's pupils shrank and he said in horror:

"What for??" What are you doing??

"As a member of the Dragon Clan, I naturally have the obligation to help you familiarize yourself with the whole process of the Dragon Clan's molting."

"Of course, there is a little bit of selfishness, after all, I have not shed scales."

Chen Wuyi spoke.

The vise has grabbed a scale.

The next moment, tear it out!

In an instant, that scale was grabbed by Chen Wuyuan!!

"Ah..." The

sound of wailing resounded throughout the space, and the violent fluctuations made the creatures around tremble.

However, Chen Wuyi did not pause at all, and then grabbed it.

The screams continued.

However, when half of Long Xiang's body became bloody and blurry.

Chen Wuyi, who was moving, suddenly stopped the movement in his hand and muttered

, "The subconscious, invisibly, has been affected by some force!"

"Is it because of the so-called ancestral dragon tomb, or because of the three-legged golden crow bloodline?"