Chapter 910 I Want to Enslave You
Qi Tian's eyes lit up...
A mid-level semi-sanctuary dragon?
Is this a special treasure?
No wonder Qi Tian felt that the dragon meat of this Jiaolong looked extraordinarily delicious...
"In the small world of reincarnation, not only is the attack power limited to the realm below the supreme quasi-exalted realm, but it seems that the defensive power has also been greatly reduced? Otherwise, I would not be able to break the defense of a mid-level semi-holy dragon. what!"
Qi Tian looked at the middle-level semi-sacred realm Flood Dragon in front of him, and fell into contemplation...
It turned out that he just thought that this Flood Dragon was a sixth-order quasi-exalted realm, and it was the seventh-order Tianzun realm, so Qi Tian didn't care at all at first, but now he learned that it was a middle-level semi-sacred realm. The Jiaolong of the realm, Qi Tian had to pay attention to it...
"Fortunately, I figured it out in advance, otherwise if I really took this guy out of the small world of reincarnation and waited for him to recover his cultivation base, I'm afraid I would seek revenge for myself as soon as possible..."
Qi Tian glanced at the silver-white Jiaolong and thought to himself.
There are actually only two paths in front of Qi Tian.
One is to kill this silver-white Flood Dragon, one hundred times, no future troubles.
The other is to completely subdue this silver-white flood dragon.
Qi Tian licked his lips, and the scent of dragon meat was still mixed between his lips and teeth...
It would be reluctant to let him kill like this now.
What's more... this is after all a mid-level semi-holy level monster, if it can really be gathered under his command, it can also become a very powerful help!
Qi Tian narrowed his eyes, thinking to himself, the smile on his face could not help but become more.
A mid-level semi-sage... Qi Tian at this moment will not give up casually and calmly.
"What's your name?"
Qi Tian looked at the silver-white Jiaolong and immediately asked.
"Okie Nicholas Kesrat Cobham..."
The silver-white Jiaolong proudly raised its head, and then read a long list of...
"stop!"
"You will be called Nicholas from now on!"
Qi Tian arbitrarily intercepted a name that was barely smooth from the large list of names of the silver-white Jiaolong.
"Nicholas?"
"No! That's not my name! My name is Orchi Nicholas Casrat..."
The silver-white Jiaolong shook his head stubbornly, with an expression that had not yet been convinced by the society.
Qi Tian no longer hesitated, waving his long sword directly at his other dragon claw eager to try.
"Actually, I think Nicholas is such a good name! Great human powerhouse, you are indeed very wise!" =
A wave of rainbow farts came silently from the silver-white Jiaolong.
Qi Tian snorted softly, he really needs to clean up!
"Give me your soul blood!"
Qi Tian's expression suddenly froze, and he looked directly at the silver-white Jiaolong, with a serious expression on the corner of his mouth.
"Soul blood?"
"Roar!"
"What are you going to do? Are you going to enslave me?"
"Impossible! I am the great Dragon King! The great Nicholas Dragon King! I cannot be enslaved by anyone!"
The silver-white Jiaolong had an angry look on his face. Although this guy's real body is still far from the real dragon, his arrogant aura is the same as those of the real dragons.
"Do you think you still have the right to choose?"
"Donate your soul blood, you can live!"
"If you don't give, you will die!"
"Actually, you don't have to be so rebellious, I can guarantee that you will become a real dragon within ten years!"
"And...you can heal all your injuries right away!"
Qi Tian calmly raised his head and said directly.
One-handed sticks and one-handed sweet dates may be better than complete persecution.