Snapping ......
There was a slight movement of fingers in the rain, extremely delicate and subtle, the frequency of the movement so small that it was not even visible at all in the rain and could only be detected by the slight change in the flow of water.
"Yingxia!"
At this moment, Han Qianqian's eyes opened slightly, his mouth wanted to open, but no sound came out!
It was uncomfortable, extremely uncomfortable.
This uncomfortable feeling even made Han Qianqian feel incomparably weak, and his eyelids were as heavy as if someone had put a jackhammer on them!
He already felt that his soul was detached from his body, so much so that he could not move at all if he wanted to, and his spirit was so bad that it seemed that if he closed his eyes at any moment, he would never wake up again.
His whole body almost felt like it had fallen apart and was not moving, but the only thing was that his heart was throbbing very hard at that moment.
So much so that he was a little flustered, a little confused.
He always felt that something had suddenly happened to Su Yingxia.
This caused him to suddenly wake up in the middle of a soul draw.
But at that moment, in the sky, there was another muffled thunder, and the shocking lightning rolled in layers among the dark clouds.
The soul extraction was once again about to come.
Han Qianqian mumbled and tried to raise his head, but he couldn't even move his eyes at all. He knew clearly that if a few more lightning bolts came to draw his soul, this remnant of his soul would disappear completely.
"Han Qianqian, hold on to me."
Just then, a furious shout came out.
"Who, who's speaking?" Han Qianqian subconsciously tried to look around for the source of the voice.
But apparently, at this moment, he couldn't even move his eyes, so how could he go looking?
"It's me!"
"Demon Dragon?"
"Yes!"
Han Qianqian snapped, since yesterday, the Devil Dragon had been hidden and not speaking, so much so that Han Qianqian would have really believed the old monk's if he hadn't had Lu Ruoxin's early reward, and instead might have even gone so far as to suspect the Devil Dragon.
This guy was playing disappearing from the beginning to the end, without even a word of explanation.
"When we met that old monk, that son of a bitch had already used a strange incantation to completely seal the connection between you and me." Almost the same as Han Qianqian, the Demon Dragon also tried to contact Han Qianqian, but to the Demon Dragon's dismay, Han Qianqian couldn't seem to hear him at all.
Han Qianqian understood!
No wonder this had happened in the first place, it must have been because when he was in the city, this old villain had used some dirty and despicable means to unknowingly lay some kind of magic spell on Han Qianqian, so that Han Qianqian and the Demon Dragon's soul were completely out of communication.
It was precisely for this reason that Han Qianqian became more and more suspicious of the Devil Dragon, and believed the old monk's words even more.
Even though these bastards were monks, they were not afraid to play with intrigue. To say that they were monks was really an insult to monks.
These bastards!
"So how will you now? ......" Han Qianqian wondered.
But without the Demon Dragon's Soul needing to answer, Han Qianqian had already thought of an answer.
The soul-raising spell used by these monks was constantly drawing out their own souls, and because of this, the souls were being drawn out, so the inhibitions that were suppressed on their souls or on the Soul of the Demon Dragon were broken.
"I want to hold out too, but the problem is ......"
The problem was that the next shocking bolt was already about to come.
Not to mention holding on, even if he wanted to escape, but Han Qianqian didn't even have a chance to take a breath, so how could he hold on with this situation alone?
The unsettled state of mind made Han Qianqian very worried about Su Yingxia, and even in a way, Han Qianqian's soul was caught by the lightning during the process of being refined, and his divine sense was paralysed by this devil-like Buddhist sound.
But it was only through a telepathic connection to Su Yingxia, which made Han Qianqian's mind fiercely worried for her, that Han Qianqian was able to clear his head from the suppression of the Buddha's voice for a bit.
With this, it was clear how much Han Qianqian wanted to get out alive, to see Su Yingxia, or even to know how desperate she was, so how could he not want to hold on?
But reality is always reality, how could he get out of the situation at the moment.
"Han Qianqian, don't forget, you're Han Qianqian."
"Muffled thunder and lightning is every five minutes, you have five minutes to think and recover properly."
As soon as the words fell, at that moment, those frightening bolts of lightning that were wrapped around the black clouds fiercely converged and turned into an electric dragon that swooped straight down.
"It's up to you, Han Qianqian!"
The devil dragon shouted angrily.
In the next second, almost before Han Qianqian could reflect, a dragon roared violently in the middle of the valley.
Roar!
Purple lightning landed on the ground, and a few times at the same time, an incomparably huge dragon shadow suddenly appeared in the middle of the valley.
"Devil Dragon!"
If Han Qianqian could make facial expressions at this moment, he would have been extremely surprised.
In order to buy time for Han Qianqian, in the nick of time, the devil dragon chose to block his soul in front of Han Qianqian's soul.
When the thunderstorm jerked, it was naturally his dragon soul that was also jerked, and the pain of being refined would naturally be carried by him.
"Dragon Shadow?"
On top of the cliff, a group of monks did not see the human figure of Han Qianqian's soul again, instead, what they saw was an immense and incomparable dragon shadow at once each of them was astonished.
It was the old monk, on the contrary, who returned a titanic smile.
"What's all the fuss about?" The old monk gave a sneer of disdain.
"It's just the devil dragon of the Trapped Dragon Mountain. Now, even the devil dragon's soul has started to be extracted and refined from Han Qianqian's body by us, which already means that this fellow, Han Qianqian, has run out of oil." The old monk laughed.
The old monk's explanation instantly made the group of incomparably worried monks feel relieved as if they were heavy, and each one turned from shock to joy.
The middle-aged monk even laughed out in mockery, saying, "Outside, Han Qianqian is blown up to be a god, and even speaks shamelessly that he is some miracle worker. It's nothing more than that, the name doesn't live up to the truth!"
"Oh, what bullshit Demon God, if I have to say he is a god, I think it would be better to call him a dog god."
"Master, it looks like we won't need three days to completely refine Han Qianqian and call it a day early."
With the middle-aged monk starting, several other disciples also spoke out and laughed.
The old monk smiled and nodded, now that this was the case, it seemed that the original plan of three days might only take two days.
At this moment, two elite troops led by Lu Ruoxin and the man in golden battle armour, each straddling various types of divine beasts at this moment, were coming towards this side almost like wind and lightning to kill.
"Speak!"
And in the middle of the valley, the thunder scattered, the dragon shadows faded, and all was calm again, only the sound of rain could be heard.
Han Qianqian's consciousness shouted out, but he could not receive any response from the Demonic Dragon's Spirit.
To some extent, he could not even feel the presence of the Demon Dragon's Spirit.
Although he couldn't look up, he could tell from the sound that thunder was rolling in the dark clouds above his head, apparently brewing the next muffled thunder and lightning.
The time left for Han Qianqian was running out.