As soon as the words fell, at this time, the shocking electricity that wrapped around the black cloud suddenly gathered, turning into an electric dragon and rushing down.

"It's up to you, Han Sanqian!"

The magic dragon drank angrily.

In the next second, almost before Han Sanqian could react, there was a sudden roar of a dragon in the valley.

Roar!

Zidian landed, almost at the same time, an extremely huge dragon shadow suddenly appeared in the valley.

"Dragon!"

If Han Sanqian could make facial expressions at this time, he must be very surprised.

In order to buy time for Han Sanqian, at this critical moment, Molong chose to block his own soul in front of Han Sanqian's soul.

When the thunder struck, it was naturally his dragon soul that was drawn, and the pain of being refined would naturally be borne by him.

"Dragon Shadow?"

On the top of the cliff, a group of monks didn't see the figure of Han Sanqian's soul anymore, but instead saw a huge dragon shadow, each of them was startled for a moment.

On the contrary, the old monk smiled calmly.

"What are you making all the fuss about?" The old monk sneered disdainfully.

"It's just the magic dragon of Kunlong Mountain. Now, even the soul of the magic dragon has begun to be extracted from Han Sanqian's body to refine it. This already shows that Han Sanqian is exhausted." The old man The monk laughed.

The old monk's explanation immediately relieved the group of monks who were extremely worried, and turned from surprise to joy.

The middle-aged monk laughed mockingly, and said: "The outsiders boast about Han Sanqian as a god, and even brazenly say that he is a miracle creator. That's nothing more than that, the name is not worthy of the name!"

"Hehe, what kind of bullshit demon god, if you insist on calling him a god, in my opinion, it would be better to call him a dog god."

"Master, it seems that we can completely refine Han Sanqian in less than three days. Let's call it a day."

With the beginning of the middle-aged monk, several other disciples also laughed out loud.

The old monk nodded with a smile, as it is now, the original plan of three days, it seems that it may only take two days.

At this time, two elite troops led by Lu Ruoxin and the man in the golden armor, each stepped on various beasts at this time, and almost rushed towards this side like lightning.

"say!"

In the valley, the thunder cleared away, the dragon shadow disappeared, and everything returned to calm, only the sound of rain showers could be heard.

Han Sanqian's consciousness shouted, but he couldn't receive any response from the soul of the dragon.

Even to a certain extent, he couldn't feel the existence of the dragon's soul.

Although he couldn't raise his head, he could tell from the sound that thunder was rolling in the sky above his head, among the dark clouds, and the next thunderstorm was obviously brewing.

The time left for Han Sanqian is running out.

five minutes!

The interval between each thunderstorm is five minutes. JrNovels.com