Li Muyang had been waiting for an opportunity.
Because of his lack of knowledge of Song Gudu's true strength, he had fallen into a dangerous situation from the very beginning, and was choked by Song Gudu.
Falling into the hands of a master like Song Gudu, and being subdued by him with the ability to 'travel thousands of years with a glance, ten thousand miles in a flash', what awaited Li Muyang was only death.
At least, everyone would have such an idea.
No one could escape from Song Gudu's hands, including the divine continent level experts. When his neck fell into Song Gudu's hands, he would not have the heart to resist. To kill or not to kill, it was all up to Song Gudu.
Li Muyang had tried to break free, but to no avail.
Later, Song Gudu began to torture Li Muyang, using the underworld qi underground to condense into a dragon nail that even the dragon clan could not withstand — —
One dragon nail after another pierced into the top of his head. Even when Li Muyang was in so much pain that he wanted to die, he still clenched his teeth and persevered.
He still needed a chance.
That was also his only glimmer of hope.
If he had failed that time, he and his family, his parents and sister, as well as the entire Lu clan, would have been slaughtered by this old dog — —
Unexpectedly, that opportunity was created by Lu Qingming for him.
The man who was his father, the man who was seriously injured but could not bear to witness his son's suffering, the man who knew he was going to die but still fought with all his might, the man who — — was struck by Song Gudu's netherworld nail.
Li Muyang's hostility erupted, and the black crystal that was constantly rotating in his mind instantly condensed.
Then, he instantly transformed into a dragon, taking advantage of the fact that Song Gudu thought that the eight netherworld nails had made Li Muyang unable to fight back, and taking advantage of the fact that he had struck the netherworld nail into Li Muyang's body, he plunged his claws into his body.
Hiss — —
The sound of claws tearing through flesh was heard, and then blood spurted out from his chest, like a violent spring, spurting toward Li Muyang's face and body.
Li Muyang's expression was ferocious and terrifying, and the blood mist in his pupils was boiling.
His arms were already covered in scales. The black dragon scales contrasted with the surrounding snow-white snow, giving off a dark and mysterious feeling.
Li Muyang's two palms had turned into sharp claws, which were sharper than a sharp blade and sharper than a knife. Taking advantage of Song Gudu's unprepared moment, he ruthlessly pierced into his chest.
Li Muyang, who had been pierced with eight netherworld nails, had already been tortured to the point that he did not look like a human being. After being showered with blood from Song Gudu's body, he was more like a crazy beast bathed in blood from the Asura field.
Li Muyang hated Song Gudu.
He was also extremely afraid of Song Gudu.
Therefore, he immediately used a killing move.
He wanted to kill it in one strike and take advantage of the success of his surprise attack to expand the results of the battle.
His sharp claws pierced through the flesh of Song Gudu's chest, tore open a huge hole, and then stretched deeper.
He wanted to dig out Song Gudu's heart and dig out Song Gudu's lungs.
He wanted to crush them into minced meat, so that he would never be able to reincarnate.
"Go to hell." Li Muyang roared.
The sharp claws touched the heart, and then squeezed down.
Then, something strange happened.
The wind stopped blowing, and the snow stopped falling.
The blood that sprayed out stopped in the air, and the astonished expression froze on his face.
Li Muyang's claws that were reaching out to dig out the heart and lungs also inexplicably stopped — — He felt the claws were constantly reaching inside, but the chest cavity and the internal organs seemed to be separated by tens of thousands of miles. No matter how hard Li Muyang tried, there was no way he could touch them.
It was as if someone had cast a magical time-stop spell on everything in the world. Everything had stopped.
Li Muyang's face lit up with a puzzled look, and the blood in his eyes was boiling even more violently.
He felt danger.
Bang — —
There was a tremendous pain in his chest.
Then, Li Muyang saw his body flying away.
Hu — —
The time-stop spell ended.
The cold wind continued to blow, and the snow continued to fall.
Everything was back to its original state.
Only different from before, Song Gudu had disappeared. But there was a burst of oppressive pain in his chest, as if there was a mountain pressing down there.
Bang — —
Li Muyang's body fell to the ground, his feet heavily stepping on the snow, but was pushed back by his tremendous force.
Chi — —
His body kept sliding back, and it was not until he had slid far away that he stopped.
"Pfft — —" Li Muyang spurted out mouthfuls of blood.
He failed to pull out Song Gudu's heart and dig out Song Gudu's lungs, but almost crushed his own heart and lungs. If it were not for the fact that the physical body of the Dragon clan was tough and almost invincible.
He looked down at his chest, where Song Gudu had slapped him, and at least two of his bones had been broken.
If the eight netherworld nails that Song Gudu had pierced into the top of his head was said to be the extreme torture of his body and spirit, then the palm strike that sent him flying — — was just a way for Song Gudu to protect himself.
Thanks to the eight netherworld nails, because after suffering that kind of pain, Li Muyang discovered that there could be no other pain in the world.
The pain had reached the end, and there would be no more pain.
"It doesn't hurt at all." He wanted to proudly shout this sentence to everyone.
"But, what happened in that moment?" Li Muyang thought to himself.
"Is this the extraordinary ability that a person of the Astral projection realm can have? If he can even freeze or pause time at will — — who in the world can hurt him? "
"Pfft — —"
Above the sky, there was a violent sound of vomiting blood.
Then, he saw Song Gudu's body standing in mid-air, with blood at the corner of his mouth.
"Song Gudu can also bleed."
If this scene was seen by the people of Tiandu, they would find it hard to believe their eyes.
Song Gudu evidently did not think that he would bleed. How many years had it been, was it fifty years or sixty years, he had never had such a — — natural reaction after being injured?
Song Gudu stretched out his hand, looking at the blood droplets that had spurted out of his mouth and were still suspended in mid-air without being blown away by the wind.
The blood droplets were like red beads, stopping in the palm of his hand.
"Blood." Song Gudu said softly.
He looked at Li Muyang opposite him. "You hurt me."
Li Muyang's pupils were seething with blood mist, and even his voice had become old and hoarse. "Isn't that a given?"
"Maybe." Song Gudu sighed deeply. With a flick of his palm, the countless blood-coloured beads drifted around, disappearing into the air. He studied Li Muyang's dragon scales and claws, saying, "I guessed right, you really are a dragon. This is the state of dragon transformation? "
Then, he shook his head again. "No, no. This is only the state of half-dragon transformation. If you completely transform into a dragon, you should become a real dragon. Just like what Chu Xun saw with his own eyes — — What Chu Xun saw was your true and complete incarnation. You turned into a black dragon and killed people. "
"I will kill you too." Li Muyang hissed.
"I have to admit that the Dragon clan is indeed too powerful. In the battle of the dragon slayer, we first used the power of the invading abyss demons to consume the power of the Dragon clan, and then the elites of the nine countries joined forces to slaughter the Dragon clan. We lost millions of soldiers, but we didn't expect the Dragon clan to escape. Now that I think about it, the battle of the dragon slayer is really necessary. Otherwise, there would be a group of dragons moving unhindered across the divine continent. No matter how hard the human race works, they are not as talented as the Dragon clan. " Song Gudu looked at Li Muyang with a scorching gaze. "And you, the dragon clan that people have witnessed with their own eyes. Li Muyang, this is the reason why I want to make a deal with you — — give me the secret of the longevity of the Dragon clan, and I can spare your life. "
"I want you to die." Li Muyang's blood-red pupils were fixed on Song Gudu. "I want to tear you into minced meat, I want to trample you into the wilderness of the Black Mountain, I want you to never be able to reincarnate. You want to live forever, I want you to die a horrible death — — "
"Look. It's said that the Dragon clan is ruthless, this is indeed true. " Song Gudu sighed softly, looking at Li Muyang. "Do you think you can kill me like this?"
"I'll know once I try."
"Li Muyang, your physical body is that of a human, after all, you are not a real dragon — — you were just lucky that the soul of a dragon entered your body when you were born." Song Gudu seemed to understand Li Muyang's situation very well. "If you were a real dragon, you wouldn't have been so miserable before, treated like a fool, treated like a pig — — From your current state, as well as the unique skills of the Dragon clan that you have shown before, if I'm not wrong, what entered your body should be the legendary Tear of the Dragon King?"
"What does it have to do with you?" Li Muyang appeared impatient. The eight netherworld nails were hurting his body, making him feel unbearable pain, and he just wanted to kill.
"The Tear of the Dragon King and the Heart of the Weak water, these are epic treasures. If you have one, you can move unhindered across the world. I didn't expect you to get both. I have to say, the heavens are too kind to you. However, you are a human, but you want to absorb the secrets of the Dragon clan, it most likely is not that easy, right? "
"Li Muyang, I have seen your moves. Even if you are a dragon, even if you have the Tear of the Dragon King — — but now you are only in the early fusion stage. What you know is only the moves in the memory of the old dragon. You are very smart, you know how to imitate, but you do not understand the essence of the moves. In my eyes, the moves that you imitate are full of flaws — — so, do you still want to try? "
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