Doomsday game, start as the Dragon King of the Abyss

From the young dragon to the young dragon stage, the furnace stomach bag is fully operational, which is enough to provide Yang Ming with fifty rounds of abyssal breath.

With such confidence, Yang Ming is not false at all.

Facing the endless army of deep divers in the dense forest, the corners of the black dragon's mouth rose slightly, and the golden vertical dragon pupils revealed a bit of banter, and suddenly unfolded the ten-meter-long dragon wings and soared into the air.

Under the flutter of the dragon's wings, the wind hunted and hunted.

A whirlwind blew on the ground, blowing the black flames on the ground more and more intensely.

A deep diver stood still, its ugly head raised.

Nothing but dry staring seems to be done.

At this moment, the sky seemed to burn.

Under

Yang Ming's full output, the bowl-sized flame bombs fell from the sky, like small meteors falling to the ground, causing a huge disaster to the army of deep divers.

No matter how agile the deep diver is, in the face of this large-scale blow falling from the sky, it will inevitably leave behind a corpse.

What made these deep divers even more terrifying was that the death of their companions was not the end, but instead became fuel, helping Black Flame to continue to expand.

This round of blows alone has lost at least hundreds of deep divers.

As for the deep divers who died indirectly because of the fire in the forest, which caused an imbalance in the internal water of the body, I don't know how many there were!

Yang Ming soared freely in the air, this advantage was really too great!

The deep divers had dominated this small secret realm for a long time by virtue of their huge numerical superiority.

But when facing the Abyss Dragon King, they were all dumbfounded.

No matter how many there are, all of them will be nullified!

This situation of being passively beaten did not last long, because even the black hand who led the sneak attack behind the scenes could not bear such heavy losses.

In Yang Ming's shocked gaze, the army of deep divers who had just densely spread across the woods suddenly disappeared.

"What the hell is going on?"

Yang Ming circled around the island several times, but did not find the figure of the deep diver again.

Just as suddenly as they came, they disappeared so quickly that it was like a dream, and it felt very unreal.

Looking at the spreading fire in the forest, Yang Ming felt a little headache.

With the domineering expansion trend of Black Flame, I am afraid that in less than half an hour, it will be enough to burn this small island of only 2 square kilometers into a white ground.

When the time comes, he'll be fine.

The problem is that the other teammates are probably going to suffocate to death.

Yang Ming returned to the camp and tried to throw Li Liguo and the others out of the spatial vortex.

However, the

spatial vortex, which was originally a two-way circulation, actually refused to allow Li Liguo and others to enter.

Seeing this, Yang Ming was a little confused.

"Could it be that certain conditions must be met before the space vortex can be opened again?"

As for what this condition is?

Yang Ming did not know.

Perhaps, it's staying in the secret realm long enough.

Or perhaps, it's to defeat the boss in the secret realm.

Or perhaps, it is to find the treasure in the secret realm.

These are all possible.

The hot wind blows in the face, and the air is scorching.

Just when Yang Ming didn't know what to do, there seemed to be a voice in his head telling Yang Ming that it seemed that he could reabsorb these black flames back into the furnace stomach pouch.

It's an intuitive cue from the bloodline.

Give it a try!

Yang Ming took a deep breath.

In the next moment, the air moved.

The black flames in the entire forest seemed to be inspired, like birds returning to their nests, gathering from all directions.

This scene is spectacular.

The Holy Light Priest is mentally stronger than the normal class.

Thanks to this, although Murong Ya was also treated by the mixed deep divers, she was the first among the team members to wake up from a coma.

The curved eyelashes trembled slightly, and under the slight lifting of the eyelids, a pair of smart beautiful eyes flashed a trace of confusion at first, and then felt the hot breath in the air.

When she suddenly got up from the grass, she happened to see the scene of Yang Ming's whale sucking a cow and drinking black flame.

The Abyss Dragon King stood in the midst of ten thousand fires, and the deep flames outlined the rigid lines.

He is like a master of flames from the primeval period, and the flames of the world are ruthlessly dominated by him, and even the heinous black flame cannot escape his control.

The souls of the deep divers who died tragically in the flames were all restrained by the Calamity Demon Armor, and there was a bit of fear in the distorted and hateful faces.

In the depths of the souls of these deep divers, the worship of the Great Lord prevails above all else.

They believe in their hearts that when they die, their souls will return to the arms of the Great Lord and thus gain some sense of eternal life.

However,

this scene in front of them directly shattered all the ideas and beliefs that had been passed down from generation to generation!

At this moment, these deep divers suddenly felt that the existence in front of them seemed to have the potential to be no less than that of the great lord!

The souls of the deep divers bowed to the air, reciting ancient words in their mouths, as if they were praying and worshipping.

"Great Abyss Dragon King, you are the king of the Abyss Dragon Clan, the future master of the Abyss, and the master of the flames, we thank you and praise you!"

But the special physiology of deep divers is very different from that of humans, they make sounds through the vibration of their vocal cords and gills, and the syllables are strangely awkward, sounding like the sound of a shell or a conch blowing.

Obviously, he couldn't understand the words of the deep divers, but when combined with the actual situation, Murong Ya could roughly guess what they were reciting.

Prior to this, Murong Ya had always been an atheist, believing that there could be no gods in this world.

But after experiencing such an incomparably absurd thing as the start of the doomsday game, Murong Ya suddenly found that the scene in front of her did not seem to be unacceptable.

Even, under the influence of the fanatical worship atmosphere of the Deep Diver's soul, Murong Ya also had the urge to kneel on the grass and offer loyalty and faith to the Abyss Dragon King in front of him!

Murong Ya bit her lower lip tightly, and she didn't even notice that she had bitten the skin of her mouth.

After Yang Ming had absorbed all the black flames in the entire forest, all the visions just now had disappeared, as if they were just illusory illusions.

Seeing this, Murong Ya breathed a sigh of relief.

The slightly large-scale steamed bun mountain is slightly undulating, and under the sweat-soaked clothes, it outlines a beautiful arc.

Raising her slender jade hand to wipe the beads of sweat on her face, Murong Ya looked at the Dragon King with a complicated expression and beckoned his teammates to wake up, as if she had knocked over the five-flavor bottle in her heart, and she didn't know what it tasted like.

"Dragon King, how should I get along with you in the future?".