When Lin Feng stepped out of the abyss of memory, the pulse at his temple beat violently as if it was about to break through the skin, and each beat was accompanied by a piercing pain, as if an invisible hand was beating wildly. The moment the residual soul of the mirror spirit merged, the severe pain was like thousands of steel needles, rushing through his brain, stirring his consciousness to almost chaos. At the same time, the dragon power and human blood collided violently in the meridians, like two angry pythons, biting and fighting each other, vowing to devour each other. He subconsciously raised his hand to touch his forehead, and his fingertips touched the new bulge, which was a pair of tender dragon horns, covered with a layer of moist mucus, exuding a strange warmth, and growing at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if he could not wait to announce the awakening of the dragon bloodline.
"Sir! Save us!" A shrill cry, like a sharp dagger, pierced straight from the depths of the desert. Lin Feng looked in the direction of the sound, and his pupils suddenly shrank, as if they were tightly grasped by an invisible hand. The scene in front of him was like a painting from hell: the once vibrant oasis had completely turned into a lava purgatory. The earth seemed to be torn apart by an angry beast, with intricate cracks like spider webs, and red magma gushed out from it, like a boiling pool of blood, with terrifying bubbles, and the "gurgling" sound echoed in this dead space, like the low moan of a devil.
The head of Kunlun Ruins stood proudly in the center of the formation like a demon god. His black robe fluttered in the heat and strange air currents, like a strange battle flag. The formation plate in his hand was flowing with a frightening golden light, and the runes flickered and jumped, as if telling an ancient and evil spell. Twelve bronze dragon pillars slowly rose from the lava, each of which was extremely thick and covered with twisted lines on the surface. Looking closely, they were actually countless screaming souls. Their faces were hideous, gradually melting under the high temperature, and their facial features were distorted and deformed, but they were bound by an invisible force and could not break free. They could only let out painful wails, and the sound echoed over this purgatory for a long time.
The people of the tribe were suffering inhuman torture at this moment. Their scapulae were pierced by cold chains, and blood flowed down the chains, dripping onto the boiling magma, and instantly turned into wisps of white smoke. They were like lambs to be slaughtered, neatly arranged between the dragon pillars, their eyes full of fear and despair, tears flowing uncontrollably, mixed with sweat, sliding down their cheeks, and evaporating without a trace on the scorching ground. Lin Feng's eyes swept across the crowd, and he recognized these faces - Asha, who had given him a water bag in difficult times, had a simple and kind look in her eyes; the old woman who always loved to hum folk songs and comfort everyone's hearts with her singing, but now her singing had turned into desperate sobs; and the parents of the child who was cruelly devoured by the sand ghost, their eyes were empty and numb, as if their souls had been taken away. Now, they have all become sacrifices of this evil dragon-slaying formation. Their lives are like candles in the wind, about to disappear in this inhumane ritual.
"Sacrifice the last blood of the dragon race to the way of heaven!" The voice of the head of the sect resounded through the sky like a huge bell, with an unquestionable majesty and madness. As he shouted, the runes on the array plate burst into a dazzling light, and the light was like a flash of lightning, instantly resonating strongly with the dragon pillar. The bodies of the people began to glow. The light was weak at first, like the flickering of fireflies, and then gradually gathered and turned into a thick pillar of light, rushing straight into the sky, as if to tear the sky apart.
Seeing this, Lin Feng was extremely anxious. He grasped the reverse scale blade without hesitation and wanted to rush over to save people. However, the moment he raised his foot, he was shocked to find that his movements became slow and mechanical, as if his body was no longer under his control. There was a strange tingling in his right arm. He looked down and saw dense bulges under his skin, like seeds about to break through the soil. In the blink of an eye, the scales grew rapidly like bamboo shoots after a spring rain, covering the entire arm at an astonishing speed. Golden blood seeped out from the gaps in the scales, condensed into tiny blood beads in the air, exuding a faint dragon breath, and shining with a mysterious and dangerous luster under the sunlight. When he tried to speak, the voice he made was cold and strange, as if it came from another world: "Stop the formation."
Before he finished speaking, the Ni Lin Blade suddenly came out of its sheath as if summoned by a mysterious force. It drew a strange arc in the air, so fast that people didn't have time to blink. Wherever the blade passed, the space was easily torn apart like a fragile cloth, revealing a dark void, which exuded a chilling breath, as if leading to an endless abyss. Lin Feng was shocked. This power was stronger than he could imagine, but he was not in full control of it. He could clearly feel that with the continuous awakening of the dragon power, his humanity was gradually disappearing. Those warm scenes of getting along with Lin Wanqiu, like faded old photos, began to become blurred. Even her name was spinning on the tip of his tongue, but it seemed to be shrouded in a layer of fog and difficult to say.
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At this moment, a slender figure rushed into his field of vision like a black lightning. It was a blind tribal girl. She was thin and frail, and looked particularly thin in this chaotic and dangerous environment. The girl held a sharp bone needle in her hand and was concentrating on carving a spell on the ground. Her palm had long been ulcerated and exposed to the bone. Blood kept pouring out, mixing with the soil, outlining complex and mysterious patterns. Lin Feng recognized it at a glance. It was an anti-array spell. Once completed, it would disrupt the operation of the dragon-killing formation and bring a turning point to this battle. The girl seemed to sense his presence and groped forward. Her voice was trembling, but full of hope: "Are you. a master of the dragon clan? Miss Lin said that only you can."
"Miss Lin?" Lin Feng frowned, and a shadow of a red dress flashed through his mind. The familiar color seemed to carry a hint of warmth, but it was so vague. He tried desperately to grasp something, but it was like holding a handful of quicksand, and the memory slipped away quietly through his fingers. Seeing him like this, the girl stopped talking, bit her lip, and continued to concentrate on carving the talisman. Although her movements were slow, they were extremely precise. Every stroke seemed to have been carefully calculated. It was as if in the dark, she could see the trajectory of the talisman and feel the power of the rune flowing through her fingertips.
The light of the dragon-killing formation became stronger and stronger. The twelve dragon pillars began to tremble violently. The light from each other intertwined and merged, gradually forming a huge dragon-shaped phantom. The phantom was majestic, with its fangs and claws bared, as if it wanted to swallow the whole world. The head of the sect stood on the top of the phantom, as if standing on the top of the world. He held up the formation plate and laughed loudly, his laughter was full of madness and pride: "The last hope of the dragon clan will be completely destroyed today!"
Lin Feng no longer hesitated. He took a deep breath, swung the reverse scale blade, and with the help of dragon power, he tore through the space and instantly came to the center of the formation. His half-dragon body was looming in the golden light, and his scales were shining with a mysterious luster, like a gorgeous and deadly battle armor. However, just as he was about to launch a fatal attack, memories suddenly came like a surging tide - the peach blossom rain in Qingtian Village, the petals fell like snow, Lin Wanqiu leaned under the peach tree and smiled at him, that smile was like the warm spring sun, warming his heart; in the thunderstorm in Longgu City, there were lightning and thunder, she did not hesitate to block the fatal blow for him, that weak but firm figure became the eternal pain in his heart; and the curse of the oasis, before she turned into a ray of light and dissipated, the affectionate words "this time I will protect you" were like a heavy hammer, hitting his heart hard.
These memories were like blazing flames, burning his gradually cold heart. Lin Feng covered his head in pain, and the dragon horns made a harsh buzzing sound, as if echoing his inner struggle. Human nature and dragon nature clashed fiercely in his body. On one side was his deep affection for Lin Wanqiu and his pity for the people, and on the other side was the powerful but cold dragon power. The two forces pulled at his soul, causing him to fall into endless pain and struggle.
"Hurry up!" The girl's voice sounded below, with a hint of anxiety. At this time, the anti-array spell she carved was completed, emitting a weak but firm light, as if lighting a lamp of hope in the darkness. Lin Feng took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the chaos in his body. A trace of determination flashed in his eyes. He raised the reverse scale blade and stabbed it towards the heart of the dragon-shaped phantom. The moment the blade cut through the space, the whole world seemed to be still, time seemed to solidify, and the air seemed to stop flowing. Only he was left with the confrontation with the dragon-killing formation. This moment seemed to carry the fate of the whole world. At this critical moment, the dragon-shaped phantom seemed to sense the danger. The huge head suddenly turned towards Lin Feng, and a stream of blazing flames spewed out of its mouth, trying to stop his attack. The flames rushed in with rolling heat waves, and Lin Feng's hair and clothes were instantly ignited, but he seemed unaware. There was only the heart of the dragon-shaped phantom in his eyes. The reverse scale blade in his hand was clenched tighter, and he continued to stab with an indomitable momentum. The surrounding space was distorted by this powerful force, and the light became blurred. The light of the Dragon Slaying Array and the cold light of the Reverse Scale Blade intertwined with each other, and the whole world seemed to be shaken by this duel.
