"Long Qianling?"
Bai Fengfu flew up and landed outside the formation, looking at the young girl inside who looked very much like Long Feiyue.
Long Qianling stared back at her coldly, his golden eyes surging with intense killing intent.
Bai Fengfu found it boring and stopped communicating with her, instead looking at the dragons standing below.
"Long Feiyue, your husband died for you, and now your child is going to die for you too. Aren't you heartbroken?" Bai Fengfu teased.
"Stop dawdling and get to work!" the wolf clan chief said coldly, raising his hand to form a hand seal and channeling his demonic power into the formation.
The others exchanged glances and then raised their hands to form hand seals, channeling their demonic power into the formation.
Instantly, multicolored demonic energy began to rapidly circulate around the formation.
"Oh no! The clan leader and the others are about to activate the Dragon-Slaying Formation!" Elder Qing exclaimed in alarm, looking worriedly at Long Qianling inside the formation.
The Dragon-Slaying Formation is an ancient magic formation specifically designed to deal with dragons.
The trapped dragon cannot use its demonic power and will become like a mortal.
With the added power of the demonic energy of others outside, the trapped person will be annihilated, losing both body and soul, and unable to reincarnate.
Bai Fengfu smiled and raised her hand to form a seal. They had originally planned to use the Dragon Slaying Formation to kill Long Feiyue, but now it seemed that they could only waste one Dragon Slaying Formation to kill Long Qianling first.
But it doesn't matter, they can't escape anyway.
Several people simultaneously formed hand seals and chanted incantations, which were difficult to understand and caused a splitting headache.
A sealed cage formed around Long Qianling, locking her in.
Long Qianling's heart sank, knowing that he could not escape this calamity.
But she didn't regret it. Her father was already dead, and she couldn't let her mother sacrifice herself too!
"Ah Ling!" Long Feiyue struggled to fly up, but was held down by several elders beside her.
"Clan leader! Don't go! Once the Dragon-Slaying Formation is activated, it can't be interrupted!"
"Chieftain, please reconsider!"
"But that's my child! How could I just stand by and watch her die in front of me!"
Long Feiyue broke free from their grasp and, dragging her disheveled body, flew into the air. But just as her hand touched the edge of the Dragon-Slaying Formation, she was repelled by the various demonic forces surrounding her.
"Pfft..." Long Feiyue fell to the ground, creating a huge crater, and spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Chieftain!"
"Mother!"
Several elders of the Dragon Clan quickly helped the person up. Long Qianling looked at his mother with worry, feeling an unbearable pain in his heart.
"Mother, quickly lead the people away!" Long Qianling's body was gradually becoming transparent, and her golden eyes calmly looked at Long Feiyue.
At this point, the chances of the mother and her group breaking out are relatively high. The Dragon-Slaying Formation cannot be interrupted without people, just as Elder Qing said.
Once the spell is interrupted, both the caster and the trapped person will perish, which is why Long Feiyue did not attack Bai Fengfu and the others.
“Young Master…” A disheveled girl in white looked up at her, her fists clenched tightly.
She is from the White Dragon lineage and has a high talent for formations. The Dragon Slaying Formation is not unbreakable, but the cost is too high.
But that's their young master, the dragon with the highest talent and the best chance of becoming a god in tens of thousands of years of dragon history.
No, she has to save the young master!
"Clan leader..." Long Zhenzhu quickly ran to Long Feiyue's side.
"Pearl, what are you doing here?" Elder Bailong frowned deeply when he saw her.
"Clan leader, I have a way to rescue the young master!" She ignored Elder Bailong and stared straight at Long Feiyue.
"What method?" Long Feiyue's face was pale, but her voice was somewhat agitated.
"Let the young master become a god. Once he becomes a god, the Dragon Slaying Formation will no longer pose a threat to him!" Long Zhenzhu's voice was extremely heavy.
The elders and Long Feiyue all looked at her helplessly.
Becoming a god is not that easy!
"Pearl, stop fooling around!"
"I'm not being ridiculous! Every one of us in the Dragon Clan has a wisp of divine power within us, doesn't he? As long as we extract that divine power and give it to our young master, he will surely become a god!" Dragon Pearl roared, quickly raising her hand. A faint golden thread appeared in her palm and danced. She held out her hand to show the elders.
The dragons all heard her words and turned their gazes in this direction.
"Are you insane? If we withdraw our divine power, we're doomed!"
Elder Bailong raised his hand and slapped Long Zhenzhu across the face. Long Zhenzhu staggered back two steps, blood slowly flowing from the corner of her mouth.
"But the young master is going to die!" Long Zhenzhu pointed to the magic circle in mid-air.
Inside the magic circle, Long Qianling clutched his head in pain, his lower body almost transparent, and the black scales on his face were also visible.
"Ahhhhh!" Long Qianling's lips were already bleeding from being bitten, but it was so painful that she couldn't help but scream out in agony.
With a series of pattering sounds, the skin on his arm gradually cracked open, and blood dripped down like rain onto the dragon's body.
The dragons looked up at her blankly, somewhat dazed, their hearts overwhelmed by grief.
How much pain must the young master be in...
"Clan leader, I am willing to give up my divine power, please, save the young master!" A dragon clan member, unable to bear seeing Long Qianling's suffering, knelt on the ground with red eyes.
As soon as she spoke, the others knelt down as well.
"Clan leader, please save the young master..."
"The dragons can't get out... We must protect our young master no matter what."
"She is our dragon clan's only hope, clan leader, make a decision!"
Long Feiyue looked at her injured clansmen around her and clenched her fists tightly.
The various races of the demon realm came prepared to slaughter the dragon race today. No matter how powerful the dragon race is, it cannot defeat so many people. Now that the dragon race's power is gone, they will not live much longer.
Protecting A-Ling and preserving the dragon bloodline is the only thing they can do now.
Long Feiyue bowed deeply to everyone.
"I, Long Feiyue, thank you all on behalf of my son!"
As soon as she finished speaking, she stood at the front of the crowd, raised her hands and quickly formed hand seals. Behind her stood the remaining dragons, who also quickly raised their hands and formed hand seals in front of them.
They are not afraid of death; what they fear is the complete disappearance of their dragon race from this land!
Therefore, they must ensure that Long Qianling survives!
"Ah Ling, live on, live on for us, live on for tens of millions of dragons..." Long Feiyue said weakly.
As soon as she finished speaking, a ray of golden light flew out from between her eyebrows, heading towards Long Qianling, and finally disappeared into her brow. Immediately afterwards, countless golden lights flew towards Long Qianling.
Long Qianling felt a powerful force washing over her meridians, and the cracked skin on her body gradually healed. When the last ray of golden light entered her brow, a golden mark appeared on her forehead, and instantly, golden light shone brightly.
"Ahhhhh"
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