Chapter 6 How did you get bigger?

Xuan Ling's face was gloomy and he didn't want to get entangled with them any more.

He directly summoned the Sky Thunder Sword, and in an instant, the sky seemed to be shaken by an invisible giant hand.

The originally clear sky was suddenly covered with dark clouds.

Then, the Sky Thunder Sword slowly descended from the black vortex.

Accompanied by deafening roars, several bolts of thunder suddenly fell.

The momentum seemed to tear the heaven and earth apart.

Xuan Ling stood there without moving an inch, while the foxes with lower cultivation levels were lying dead all around him.

"Heavenly... Heavenly Thunder... Thunder Sword? Are you... the one... in the God's Domain?"

The nine-tailed fox was already seriously injured at this time. He could no longer fight for the Flame Dragon. He spat out a mouthful of blood and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Retreat...quickly...quickly retreat..."

The fox tribe members retreated in panic, and Xuan Ling waved his hand, and the sword disappeared.

He flashed and came to the side of the Flame Dragon.

Without stopping, Xuan Ling drew a talisman on Yanlong's chest to hide his real dragon body.

After doing all this, Xuan Ling breathed a sigh of relief. However, the summoning just now had consumed the little power Xuan Ling had just recovered.

He just felt a black screen before his eyes and passed out.

After an unknown amount of time, Yanlong was awakened by the sound of a shovel turning over soil.

The Flame Dragon slowly opened his eyes. It was pitch black all around him, and a dull feeling of oppression instantly came over him.

He was startled and tried to move his body, but he found someone right behind him.

Yanlong gently turned his body and slowly extended his hand towards the other party.

When he saw a familiar face, he whispered, "Xuan Ling? Is that you?"

That fox demon is so powerful? Even you have fallen victim to his evil hands?

When Yanlong heard Xuan Ling didn't respond, he began to feel around in this small space, and all he touched were cold wooden boards.

Confused, he continued to explore, and suddenly, his hand touched some soil.

No! Yanlong groped again, and when he touched the wooden board above, he finally realized, "We are not being captured. We are being buried in a coffin."

Yanlong patted the wooden boards around him. "Damn it! This is so embarrassing! In this world of immortal cultivation, two powerful men who were born as gods were actually buried. Damn! Xuan Ling, what the hell are you doing?"

At this time, Yanlong's breathing had begun to become difficult. He saw that Xuan Ling had not moved after he had been nagging for a long time, so he hurriedly called out: "Master? Wake up? Hello? Are you okay?"

Xuan Ling still didn't respond. Yanlong tried to push the coffin lid, but he forgot that he was still a child and his strength was too small to push it.

Shit! You're not going to let me waste my benefits here? Isn't this a bit too bad?

Seeing that the oxygen in the coffin was about to run out and Xuan Ling was unconscious again, Yan Longxin called out ruthlessly: "System, activate the welfare."

[Ding…Here we come! The benefits are being imported for you. Beep…beep…beep…imported successfully.]

Host, your cultivation has been restored, and it will be effective for ten minutes. The countdown begins. 】

After the system's mechanical voice finished broadcasting, a series of countdowns appeared in Yanlong's mind.

Yanlong groped and gently pushed Xuan Ling to the side to make enough space for himself to switch forms.

"This coffin is really too small. The original owner is 1.89 meters tall, and the space is cramped. Never mind, just squeeze in!" Yanlong muttered in a low voice.

He took a deep breath, used his internal energy, and instantly transformed his body back into adult form.

Due to the narrow space, the enlarged Flame Dragon and Xuan Ling stuck closely together for a while.

"Damn! How can I cast a spell if I can't turn around?" The Flame Dragon tried to move.

At this moment, Xuan Ling slowly woke up.

When he opened his eyes, he saw darkness and was startled.

Before he could figure out what was going on, he turned his head slightly and his lips touched the Flame Dragon's neck.

Both of them were shocked at this moment, and their minds went blank.

Xuan Ling was ashamed and annoyed, "Who are you? You...you are so bold that you dare to blaspheme God? You...you let me go."

Xuan Ling was filled with anger for a moment, and was suddenly shocked when he thought about himself being in such a scene with a strange man.

Instinctively, I wanted to deal with the person in front of me.

"Master? It's me, Yanlong." Yanlong tried to move.

"Flame Dragon? How...how did you become...bigger?"

"Really? It seems like my magic power has recovered a little. I... I don't know what happened! I woke up like this."

Yanlong didn't know how to explain it, so he just played dumb.

Xuan Ling was just feeling strange when he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his calf. He hurriedly shouted, "Yanlong, stop moving. You're pressing on my leg."

Yanlong responded, tried to lift his legs, and said, "Master, I can't pull my hands away. Can you move and roll over on top of me?

This coffin isn't wide enough, but it's high enough. You lie on me and I'll try to push open the lid."

Yanlong knew that Xuan Ling no longer had enough magic power to take him out, so he would definitely not refuse at this time.

Just as Yanlong thought, Xuan Ling responded lightly and began to move slowly.

Yanlong took the opportunity to take advantage of Xuan Ling. He hugged Xuan Ling with both hands, flipped sideways, and Xuan Ling lay on top of him.

"Okay... okay Yanlong, don't touch... touch me anymore, but... that's enough, let go." Xuan Ling's voice was trembling.

Yanlong, however, snickered secretly and said meaningfully: "Master, are you shy? By the way, haven't you always been calm? Now you...how come you have..." When Yanlong said this, Xuan Ling's face turned red instantly.

"Yanlong, what time has it already? You are still...still talking nonsense. Be careful...or you will be struck by lightning." Yanlong noticed the subtle changes in Xuan Ling's body and he began to stutter when he spoke.

Yanlong was silent and laughed secretly.

"Stop... stop laughing. Can you... can you do it? Hurry up! It's suffocating in here..."

Xuan Ling urged, he didn't know if he would get into an even more indescribable condition if he continued like this, and he panicked for a moment.

Yanlong raised his hand, pretending to test the cover, and replied slowly: "Is it okay? Isn't it the master who knows best? Now you ask me? What are you trying to hint at?"

Yanlong felt very happy at this moment. In his opinion, the more incoherent Xuan Ling was talking at this moment, the more likely it was that he would fall in love with him.

"Yanlong? What are you thinking about? Do you want to go out or not?" Xuan Ling scolded.

"Okay, okay, I'm just kidding. We're going out now. Hold me tight."

As soon as Yanlong finished speaking, although Xuan Ling was a little reluctant, he also knew the situation at the moment, so he gently reached out and hugged Yanlong.

The Flame Dragon pushed out a palm, and the powerful impact broke the thick soil and gravel.

Then he quickly waved his hands, creating a barrier around him and Xuan Ling to prevent the falling dirt from hitting them.

With a loud bang, they rushed out of the coffin and jumped to the ground.

Yanlong gently put Xuan Ling down, and the two of them began to look around the surrounding environment together.

When they glanced over, they saw two people, an old man and a young boy, standing there in shock, holding shovels.

Before they could even open their mouths to ask, they both started to yell at the same time: "Ghost... ghost ghost ghost, it's... it's a dead body."

The old man was so frightened that he was shaking all over, and the shovel in his hand fell to the ground with a clang. The young man's face turned pale, and he turned around and wanted to run, but his legs became weak and he stumbled and fell to the ground.

Yanlong frowned, stepped forward and asked, "What are you shouting about? Was that the person you two buried just now?"

Yanlong's shout almost sent the two of them away.