There are three places in the dragon body that lack the support of the scales. What kind of impact will it bring? There is no need for the great elder to say, she is also clear.

　　 Xiaojin's body should not lack three scales.

　　 This is the incompleteness caused by the difference in her thoughts that day, so she should make up for it.

　　 "Use this sword to refine and fill!"

　　 When Song Qingxiao thought of this, he couldn't help but summon the Zhutian Sword.

　　 The dragon soul within the sword wandered, as if it had sensed that the dragon body below was about to mature, and he seemed extremely excited.

　　 She only hesitated for a moment, then reached into the sword and pulled Xiaojin's soul away.

　　 It was not easy to do this step, but Song Qingxiao had already entered the realm of the great road, and it was not difficult to separate this Xuantian treasure.

　　 As soon as the little golden dragon soul was drawn out, Zhu Tian, ​​who was originally flashing aura, suddenly lost his spirituality and became extremely dull.

　　 She did not hesitate to erase the blood contract between herself and the long sword, and threw the sword down in the direction of the great elder:

　　 "Melt this sword to make scale armor."

　　 Zhuo Tian is made of refined profound crystals and sky-filling colorful holy relics. Its raw materials are not inferior to dragon scales, and even win by a few points.

　　 In addition, the Heavenly Jade Sword has been in Song Qingxiao's hands for many years. Whether it is nurtured by her qi and blood, or the fierce sword qi cultivated in the process of following her trials, it is an extraordinary product.

　　 The great elder subconsciously reached out and took the sword in his hand. When he held the sword, he was still stunned for a while, and he couldn't regain consciousness for a while.

　　 His gaze fell on the sword body, the dragon soul in the sword embryo had been detained, and the blood contract had been erased, making the long sword look very spiritually lost.

　　 But even so, the material of this object is against the sky, and it has followed Song Qing's small slaying for a long time, with a fierce and unmatched sword aura, cutting his palm.

　　 "Yes, it's okay..."

The elder 　　 murmured, with excitement and hesitation in his eyes:

　　 "The body of the real dragon is pieced together..."

　　 But this sword can logically be kept.

　　 Although he lost his dragon soul and his spirituality was weakened a lot, he was still a good soldier.

　　The matter of casting a dragon is always just a conception. Although the great elder is confident, the matter is important, and he will inevitably be anxious.

　　 If the dragon fails, Song Qingxiao still has a way out.

　　 Then the sword melted and turned into dragon scales. If it fails, Song Qingxiao will probably lose a good soldier.

　　 "Melt into scales!"

　　 Song Qingxiao heard his words and couldn't help but speak out decisively.

　　 Back here, so that the people of the Shenji clan can personally recast her body for Xiaojin. It is a rare opportunity for her, and she is not willing to give up anyway.

　　 The Great Elder is not an indecisive person, just because he takes this matter very seriously, he asks a few more questions.

　　 Seeing Song Qingxiao's decisive attitude now, he nodded immediately.

　　 He stretched out his hand, grabbed it with his spiritual power, and said a few secret words in his mouth at an extremely fast speed.

　　 The fire in the heart of the earth sensed his power, and ‘boomed’ up into the sky.

　　 The heat wave rolled, and the red light enveloped all the divine machines standing below.

　　 They use their spiritual power to grit their teeth and endure, each still doing its own thing.

　　 Zhu Tian in the hands of the Great Elder General was thrown out, and the sword was quickly swallowed by the fire.

　　 I saw the sword body tumbling with the waves of fire, but it was not melted.

　　 On the contrary, the stronger the flame, the slightest chill gushing from the sword, suppressing the fire.

"not good."

　　The sacred machine family has lived in the center of the earth for many years, creating countless treasures of the gods.

　　 I didn't expect that the long sword would not only not melt in the fire at this time, but it would stalemate with the flame.

　　 If it is other times, he can slowly figure out a way to melt when he has time.

　　 At this time, time is urgent. He promised Song Qingxiao to cast the body of this giant dragon in three days, and he would never fail to speak in order to ruin the reputation of the gods.

　　 Thinking of this, the great elder gritted his teeth tightly, taking out a handful of magic weapons from nowhere, and cutting his palms forcefully!

　　 The blood flowed out, and he used this to read some kind of inheritance secret.

　　 As soon as the suppressed flame was stimulated by his blood light, the flame suddenly turned into the shadow of a fierce monster, roaring and enclosing the long sword!

　　 The high temperature seemed to be distorting the space, and Zhu Tian was stimulated by the flame, and layers of frost crystals suddenly condensed on the sword light.

　　 The blue frost spread in the flames, and the face of the elder suddenly became very ugly.

　　 The difficulty of the Heavenly Jade Sword was beyond his imagination. Song Qingxiao did not know what method he used to create such a strange embryo.

　　 Time flows by minute and second, and the flame and the sword embryo are stalemate with each other.

　　 When Song Qingxiao saw this scene, he stretched out his hand, and a seriously damaged primitive blue lantern appeared in her palm.

　　 I saw that the blue lotus petals of the lamp body seemed to have several cracks, and the spirituality was greatly lost, and the flower was surrounded by a group of violet flames.

　　 As soon as the lamp came out, the flames below it seemed to be very fearful, and there was a faint posture that he would not listen to the call of the great elder.

　　 "Use this purple sky fire to melt!"

　　 While she was speaking, she reached out and grabbed the flame of the lamp and bounced it down.

　　 Zi Yan fell into the flames at a speed that could not cover his ears, and quickly swallowed the flames that had been cultivated for many years by the god-machine clan with the advanced Heavenly Tribulation Fire's unmatched attributes.

　　The flames were dyed with purple air, and the chaotic blue lamp in Song Qing's small palm was slowly being'healed' at a speed visible to the naked eye.

　　 "Big Brother..."

　　Shenji clan, several elders could not help exclaiming when they saw this scene.

　　 The Great Elder did not pay attention, but instead his eyes fell on the sword in the flames.

　　 When the second elder and others called him, he saw that as Zi Yan joined, the sword body that had been condensed into profound ice began to melt.

　　 "Transformed, transformed!"

　　 He shouted with great joy, and then ordered:

　　 "Start the furnace immediately and prepare for scales!"

　　 The elders looked a little sad, but after listening to his instructions, they all responded loudly.

　　 Zhu Tian began to melt, the ice crystals on the surface of the sword body melted away, and the sword body gradually burst into colorful light, and was finally melted by this purple flame.

　　 As the flame shrinks, the long sword that has accompanied Song Qing's battle for a long time turns into a ball of spiritual fluid about the size of a fist.

　　 The purple flame devours the treasure fire of the Shenji clan to advance, and refine this group of spiritual liquid to be more pure.

After 　　 the spirit fluid was 10%, the great elder kept going, and according to the original plan, he divided the spirit fluid into three and introduced them into the prepared furnace one by one.

　　 While he was refining the sword, the other younger brothers were determining the size of the dragon scales, so that no mistake could be made.

　　 There is only this copy of the material, and once it is damaged, there is no possibility of it being restored.

　　 Pieces of scales gradually took shape in the sound of the hammering of the Shenji clan.

　　‘Clang! clang! clang! ’

　　 With every heavy hammer falling, the spiritual power tore through the space, tempering three pieces of scale armor for thousands of times, and finally turned into a radiant scale armor, which was sent to the missing place of the black dragon, covering the weakness one by one.

　　 Song Qing stroked her wrist, and the little golden dragon soul was wrapped there.

　　 "It's going to be..."

　　 There was undisguised expectation in her tone.

　　 On that day, the dragon soul helped Zhu Tian enter the Xuantian stage, and now Zhu Tian melted into the real body of Xiaolong.

　　 The scale armor entered the place where the black dragon's body was parked, and merged with its spiritual breath.

The people of the 　　shenji clan held their breath and looked at the dragon, as if expecting that the scales were 10%, it exuded supreme energy.

　　 But they waited for a while, after the scales were put together, the black dragon was still dormant, like a dead thing.

　　 Although it has complete scales, full limbs, and exudes a terrifying demonic air, it stopped there coldly without any reaction.

　　 The spiritual power of the great elder poured into it, like a stone sinking into the sea, and the black dragon is motionless, like a perfect work of art.

　　 "We... have we failed?"

　　 has condensed the last hard work of the people of the Shenji clan, at any cost, wanting to leave a piece of work before the clan’s accident, is it just a emptiness in the end?

　　 The expressions on many people’s faces changed from joy to sorrow, and eventually they couldn’t control them, and they cried.

　　 The man does not flick when he has tears.

　　 Faced with the encirclement and suppression of the Budo Academy, these people did not fear or flee, and regarded death as home, but now they couldn't complete the task and they couldn't cry.

　　 ‘Boom boom——’

　　 The dragon's body condensed for more than ten seconds, and then began to shake.

　　 The dragon scales above began to shake, as if this counterfeit dragon had offended the laws of heaven and earth.

　　 Under a burst of spiritual force, the dragon scale seemed to be about to leave the black dragon body.

The elder 　　's face was pale, and his body swayed, as if he couldn't grasp a heavy hammer in his hand.

"Failed--"

　　 The failure was a big blow to him. There was a bit of despair in his eyes, and he didn't even dare to look up at Song Qing's small eyes above.

　　 "Big Brother!"

　　 At this moment, the second elder suddenly thought of something, and shouted in excitement:

　　 "Not finished yet, not finished yet!"

　　 There was brilliance in his eyes, and he vigorously hugged the swaying black dragon body, protecting the black scales that seemed to be lifted off:

　　 "We spelled out the dragon bone, dragon head, dragon scale... but we haven't given it blood, skin, etc. yet!"

　　 He shouted hoarsely:

　　 "This is not a real dragon, we haven't achieved the ultimate!"

　　 The great elder, who was already desperate, heard this, his eyes flashed with hope.

　　 He suddenly raised his head, but in the next instant, he seemed to think of something again, feeling extremely desperate.

　　 "At this time, where can I find dragon blood? Dragon skin?"

　　 Don't say that time is not forgiving. Even if the gods have time, the big monster dragon has been extinct since ancient times. After a while, where can I look for this thing?

　　 He subconsciously raised his head and looked in the direction of Song Qingxiao. As expected, he heard her say:

"I have got!"

　　 The eyes of the great elder at this time are like two small suns, emitting a ray of light.

　　 Song Qingxiao took out a large volume of skin from Qiankun's bag.

　　 It was the film that she had faded after experiencing several thunder catastrophes. According to her cautious character that day, she put it away one by one, but she didn't expect it could be used for such a purpose now.

　　 She is the body of Nuwa, after being transformed by blue blood, her skin still has her breath.

　　 The little golden dragon soul was born in response to blue blood. To a certain extent, the two were originally from the same origin. There should be no problem with using the shed skin into this transformed dragon body.

　　 She picked up a large roll of folded leather and threw it down.

　　 At the same time, he turned out an ice blade with his hand, piercing the palm of his hand hard!

　　 A large stream of golden blood poured out and turned into a large mass, wrapped in spiritual power.

The elder 　　 dullly caught these skins, and there was no extra movement. The large pile of skins he held in his hands seemed to be attracted by some kind of force, and flew towards the vibrating black dragon.

　　 The skin film turned into pure power as it approached the black dragon, and was sucked into the body of the black dragon one by one.

　　 The dragon scale that was about to disperse, after inhaling these membranes, seemed to be firmly sucked by invisible force.

　　 The scales on the dragon's body even began to adjust their positions autonomously, gradually merging into one.

　　‘卬——’

　　 A faintly low and long groan sounded deep in the center of the earth, and the invisible great demon's might spread out, tearing the rock wall in the center of the earth, making a cracking sound of ‘click’.

　　 A terrifying evil spirit rose into the sky. At this time, above the heads of the Divine Machine Clan, thunderclouds began to gather densely.

　　 "The wind follows the tiger, the cloud follows the dragon——"

　　 disappeared and disappeared in this star field, the reappearance of the great demon that did not know how many tens of thousands of years, caused the thunder of heaven and earth.

　　The little golden dragon soul wrapped around Song Qing's little wrist sensed the gravitational force from the real dragon's body, swimming around Song Qing's little wrist with extreme anxiety.

　　 "Blood——"

　　 The blood cut out by Song Qingxiao fell and was gently supported by the elder.

　　 He originally thought that the dragon blood possessed by Song Qingxiao was the blood obtained by slaying the black dragon that day, but he didn't expect to see her cut out his own blood with his own eyes.

　　 In his opinion, Song Qing's small cultivation base is against the sky, but after all, he is just an ordinary practitioner, and there is a huge difference between his bloodline power and the big demon.

　　 But it's too late.

　　The real dragon is about to be born, and it can fly into the sky just a little bit by blood.

　　 Since Song Qingxiao believed him, he did not hesitate to take out the materials, and personally melt the Profound Sky-level treasure to let him do it, he shouldn't doubt the power of Song Qingxiao's blood.

　　 Thinking of this, the great elder took a deep breath, dotted the blood with his fingers, and divided them into two groups, respectively stretched out his hands and shot them into the hollow eyes of the black dragon.

　　 He was also worried that the power of this bloodline could not restrain the black dragon and could not bring it to life. He was about to tell his brothers to find a way to feed him with some treasures.

　　 As soon as the blood entered the dragon’s eye, the body of the black dragon suddenly made a deep long moan~lightnovelpub.net~卬——’

　　 A deep and long chant sounded, and the underground vibrated uneasy.

　　 The power of blood turns into supreme spiritual power, wandering around the black dragon.

Wherever 　　 went, the light flakes of the scale armor flowed through the halo, instantly piercing through it.

　　 I saw the golden light suddenly gathered in those big hollow eyes and instantly turned into a pair of golden eyes.

　　 The pupils shrink vertically, staring at everyone coldly.

　　 At this time, a golden shadow flew out of Song Qing's little wrist. The shadow was astonishingly fast, flying into the body of the black dragon at lightning speed.

　　The dragon body, dragon skin, dragon blood, and dragon soul gathered together, and the moment Xiaojin entered the body, the golden light flowed out of the gaps of the scale armor, and the periphery of each black scale was plated with a layer of gold shadow.

　　 ‘huh----’

　　 The terrifying behemoth opened its eyes, let out a long breath, and then—

　　 rise to the sky!

　　The people of the Shenji clan only saw a black shadow in front of them, and the dragon that hung on the ground had disappeared.

　　 It rushed to the top of the earth's center, and when it was about to break through the grotto above its head, its body suddenly disappeared in place.

　　 At the same time, the long roar of the dragon's roar was mixed with the thunder above the head.

　　 Song Qing stroked her wrist, unable to hide the joy on her face.

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