Chang Xi could hardly believe his eyes. How could the old man Shenlong, who was once the steadfast in his mind, be so weak that he was only one step away from his death?

The red cross sword light of the Burning Ji style was like a tide, and the darkness was dispelled like a living thing. Chang Xi was distracted from the strange darkness while falling in front of the candle-holding dragon.

The huge dragon body of the candle-holding dragon is more than a thousand feet long crawling in the center of the stalactite cave. Just above the cave, there are dense stalagmites like hanging upside down slowly dripping down pure white viscous liquid. These pure white viscous liquids are the stalactite marrow!

Stalactite marrow is a unique healing medicine produced by the dragon clan in the northern border. It has the reputation of the four treasures of the demon world, along with the Nether Jade Crystal produced in the Qingjianhai in the eastern region, the Butianling Stone in the Western Region, and the Thorny Black Totorch Shell, the unique Xuanwu clan in the northeast corner. Obviously, the reason why the dragon holding a candle chose to heal the wounds in the Dragon Emperor Temple was that it was because it was attracted by the healing effect of the stalactite marrow.

Just to have a healing medicine like stalactite marrow, the candle-holding dragon will become so extremely weak at the moment? You should know that the candle-holding dragon also has the bloodline of the dragon clan in its body, and its self-healing ability is extremely strong, and there is no reason to do so.

A blue stream of light ran across, and Chang Xi supported the sword encircling a thousand feet in the stone cave with one hand to block the darkness. While calling for the dragon holding a candle, he never received any response. If it weren't for the faint resonance deep in the bloodline, Chang Xi would have really thought that the old man had already gone there.

Chang Xi's eyelids were pounding wildly, his fists were clenched, and a burst of air sounded. He said coldly: "If I hadn't been back to the Dragon Clan and insisted on breaking into this Dragon Emperor Temple, wouldn't the old man have fallen here? The elders of the six meridians were really hard to be. If they didn't care about it for such a long time, they would really be the old man invincible in the world?"

The second personality was clueless, but he did not find any external injuries to the dragon holding a candle. He said in a deep voice: "The old man is in a strange state. I heard from the dragon kings that the old man closed the door after he came back from Qingjianhai and the ancestor of the White Tiger Clan. But now it seems that the old man has no obvious external injuries. Obviously, it can be directly ruled out that it was caused by the heavy damage caused by the fight."

"Then what's going on?" It's related to the life and death of his relatives. Chang Xi is not a saint after all, and she still can't be completely calm, and she seems anxious and restless in her words.

"Calm down! Just bump into like a headless fly like you, just to get away as soon as possible!" As for the second personality, the mouth was even more disgusting. He directly transformed into a phantom standing in front of the dragon holding a candle, too lazy to quarrel with Chang Xi's master personality.

"He" put his palm on the dragon's forehead, and gentle but heavy spiritual power surged out. He carefully explored the clues in the body of the candle-holding dragon, trying to find out the root of the disease.

Chang Xi also knew that he was a little sick and rushed to seek medical treatment. He took a few deep breaths to calm himself down. He walked a few steps and stared at the huge dragon body that was as quiet as a rock in front of him, intending to find out the problem from the details, but the next moment, his pupils immediately turned into the size of a needle tip. Because he suddenly realized that the dragon claw that was holding the candle dragon trembled without warning.

Could it be that the old man whose vital signs have completely disappeared??!

Chang Xi did not disturb the second personality. The next moment, he flashed to the dragon claw, and saw that the dragon claw, which was no longer sharp as before, was dull and left traces of fighting on it. Just as Chang Xi was about to lift the dragon claw to see what happened, the dragon claw trembled and struggled up again, as if to tell Chang Xi some important message.

The dragon claw seemed to want to lift it up with all its strength, but in the end it was still powerless to fall.

"Old man... do you want me to look up?" Chang Xi suddenly looked up, but what caught his eye was the only stalactites and stalagmites crowded with dense stalagmites at the top of the cave.

But for some reason, he felt a chill for no reason when he looked at the stalactite slowly dripping on the dragon's body.

At this moment, the second personality, who had been exploring the cause of the candle-holding dragon, also looked at the disgusting stalactites like a shower head at the same time, and shouted anxiously to Chang Xi: "Don't stand there, destroy these stalactites, just those stalactites marrow to make the old man into this field!"

Chang Xi was shocked when he heard this, without any hesitation. His hands suddenly clasped their hands and pulled them. The spiritual thoughts that were as solid as the essence were pulled into a long way. A golden whip that was washed away by the dragon's might suddenly exploded in his hand. The ferocious whip tongue exploded with Chang Xi's full strength. The whip shadows were heavily towards the top of the cave. The fragile stalactites and stalagmites quickly broke out under the whip that looked like thunder.

The pure white stalactite marrow that had accumulated for more than 100,000 years was spread in the sky. Chang Xi did not intend to take it. Instead, the phantom of the second personality changed quickly pulled off the storage bag around Chang Xi's waist and used the exquisite body technique that even Chang Xi was amazed, accepting all the stalactite marrow that fell down without hesitation.

Chang Xi frowned and asked, "What do you mean? Didn't you say that these stalactite marrows harmed the old man?"

The second personality glanced at him and snorted: "It's true that this thing has caused the old man a lot, but there is no problem with the stalactite marrow itself."

The second personality waved his hand and said, "I have been paying attention to the situation in the old man's body just now and found that there is a strange force entrenched in the old man's body. This strange force will further catalyze the crazy rise whenever it encounters stalactite marrow. The old man should not have noticed it at first, but it was too late until this dormant force exploded from the inside to the outside."

Chang Xi looked at the darkness around him that was twisting like a living creature, and his eyes flashed, "Can it be that the darkness that spreads the entire Dragon Emperor Temple is also caused by that power?"

"I think it should be. After all, the unknown smell of darkness is almost the same as the strange things dormant in the old man's body." The second personality said solemnly: "In order to suppress this force, the old man used almost all the demonic power and even the original power of the dragon bloodline to prevent the deterioration of stubborn diseases in his body. He was always at a disadvantage in the long-term tug-of-war. If he discovered it one or two months later, it would be too late."

Chang Xi took a deep breath, stroked the cold dragon scales that had lost its glory on the candle dragon, and said with determination: "Since we have saved the old man's life, how should we repair the old man's injuries now?"

"Use your completely awakened king's bloodline to exchange the old man's blood."

The second personality walked to Chang Xi, looked straight into his eyes, and said seriously: "This will be a huge burden and harm to your body. The time for you to awaken your bloodline is too short and not stable. You'd better be mentally prepared."

Chang Xi smiled casually and patted his other person on the shoulder. There was no trace of hesitation on his face. He smiled and said, "Without the old man's reincarnation to me back then, I'm afraid we don't know how many times it is now."

"Just a mere blood exchange, even a life exchange is worth it!"

Chang Xi laughed a long time, full of heroism, transformed into a golden dragon of more than five hundred feet from the golden light. The dragon's might was invincible, and the black tide surrounded by the sword retreated again and again.
Chapter completed!