Luo Jiujiang really didn't expect that the half-crazy shadow that had been trapped in this dark coconut ball for more than 10,000 years still retained a trace of spiritual consciousness.

A spiritual consciousness composed of hatred and obsession.

At this moment, he was completely encircled by the phantom, entwined in circles. He had broken free twice before, so he was familiar with the situation and felt no anxiety at all. He even predicted the landing points of his next seven strikes, enough to severely damage the phantom's vitality.

But he didn't expect that the shadow who only knew how to use Cheng Yaojin's three axes over and over again would actually go against the rigid routine of the previous two times and open his mouth at him.

But this time, what gushed out of that huge mouth was no longer flames, strong winds and sharp spiritual energy. Instead, it spit out a few deafening syllables. The rough sound was filled with unwilling resentment and anger, and immediately covered Luo Jiujiang's face.

Even the mighty Dragon God, with the power to create the universe, looked down upon mere humans. Even if he could understand the languages ​​of all things and understand what Luo Jiujiang was saying, he would never speak human language—being able to listen was already a concession; if he were to speak, it would have to be in the Dragon Language.

An ordinary person here would be completely bewildered. But Luo Jiujiang, who spent so much time with Han Qianling, knew a bit of the Dragon Language. He didn't know a whole lot, but at least he could understand this concise and concise sentence.

——Give me back my blood, give me back my flesh…Give me back my life too!!

During the seven-day feast at which all living creatures shared in the Dragon God's feast, not a single creature in the world had not sucked the Dragon God's blood. Every land and ocean in the three thousand worlds was blessed by the Dragon God's grace. All living things were born and died in the Dragon God's flesh and blood, and this has continued for generations until now. Ten thousand years have passed in the blink of an eye.

If you think about it carefully, the Dragon God is not only the ancestor god who created the world, he is also the father god who provides flesh and blood for all living beings.

But even if all the creatures in the world regard the Dragon God as their father, the Dragon God probably only looks at them like thieves.

The last bit of his spiritual consciousness attached to the weapon was so strong that he couldn't even understand that he had a biological son - or even if he understood, he didn't care much. Of course, he would not care how the descendants of bandits recognized their father.

The shadow's only obsession is to gather its own flesh and blood again and to take back every blood debt owed to it by the three thousand worlds.

This blood debt can only be repaid with one's life.

Luo Jiujiang froze in place, no longer as swift and agile as he was just a moment ago.

It wasn't that he was so sad that he couldn't control himself because of this question, but that he was literally unable to move at this moment.

Not only was he frozen in place, unable to move an inch, but the dragon god's phantom's long body surrounded him, leaving him no room for escape. Furthermore, he felt his lungs burning.

Not only the five internal organs, nor just the limbs, but wherever the blood flows, wherever the meridians are opened, every inch of muscle and skin that was once nourished by spiritual energy, is now rapidly heating up, as if something is being ignited and peeled off from deep within Luo Jiujiang's blood, trying to shatter him into a handful of dust, so that the thing that the phantom desires can be sifted out from the powder.

For example, the blood of the Dragon God.

Ten thousand years had passed, and the Dragon God's flesh and blood had long since blended with the spiritual energy of the Three Thousand Worlds. Not to mention the cultivators and demons, even ordinary beasts and common people without spiritual roots would always have a few strands of inseparable spiritual energy in their bodies.

It was as if this phantom wanted to forcibly separate the Dragon God's blood from Luo Jiujiang's body at this moment, which was basically equivalent to stripping Luo Jiujiang of his tendons and bones. Even if he was chopped into fine pieces or ground into mud, it would not be enough. He had to be decomposed into something smaller than dust.

The feeling of having the Dragon God's blood extracted from his body was like having thirty million insects wriggling under Luo Jiujiang's skin at the same time, trying to drill out from every one of his pores.

In just a short moment, Luo Jiujiang almost fainted from the pain.

It was at this critical moment that the blue dragon scales hanging close to his chest suddenly shone brightly.

"No, Father. He's mine."