Hanami grabbed the dragon's long white tail and pulled it to the side.

The dragon stumbled down the massive rock.

It opened its fierce eyes, flicked its wings, glared angrily, and let a deafening cry make everyone cover their ears.

Oh no, she really got into trouble!

The atmosphere of the space became even more oppressive, and the bodies of several people trembled involuntarily, and even took a few steps back.

What's going on?

Everyone present felt their bodies move, their arms and shoulders trembling in pain, their bodies churning with disgust, and their heads desperately trying to steady their breathing.

"This dragon! It's a Phantom Dragon! ”

The old man cried out in surprise, his scalp tingling, as if the thousand scratches had come so quickly that the pain had not yet had time to occur.

However, each scratch felt as real as if it had been cut with a knife.

He stroked his sideburns and was surprised to see that there was no blood on his fingers.

This dangerous dragon species has appeared in the hunter test!

In previous tests, there were very few real dragons as part of the test, first, dragons were full of dangers, and second, dragons were unruly creatures that were difficult to control, and ordinary tests as hunters were too outrageous.

This test is really weird, where did the black man get these things?

No wonder he said he didn't plan to let anyone pass the test!

Everyone who was stared at by the Phantasmagory Dragon seemed to be stunned for a moment, and a vague black shadow of déjà vu drilled into everyone's body.

Even Sanjing felt as if his body was about to be emptied, and the descendants of the ancient dragon could still have this kind of power!

As everyone knows, the stronger the power of the Phantasmagorin Dragon, the stronger it is, it will project what people fear the most, which is why it is one of the most dangerous dragon species.

The outline of the black shadow became clearer and clearer, and the world seemed to stand still at this moment, and Sanjing finally saw what the black shadow was facing it.

It was the head of his former village, and the teacher who taught him the art of dragonization.

Using the entire village as bait, Sanjing completed his dream of the Twelve Ancient Dragons and saved the last bloodline of the human race.

The strength of the Twelve Ancient Dragons was beyond everyone's imagination, and Sanjing faced the final choice and abandoned the entire village.

If there was more strength at that time, then the whole village could be saved as planned, which has also become the knot that Sanjing fears the most.

"Three scenes, we're all dead......"

The teacher's dark shadow uttered a low, hoarse voice, like a torture from the depths of the soul.

"The whole village, except for you, there is no living ......"

"Teacher...... I ......"

Many past events have passed through the era and space, and they are still vivid, especially fresh, and the three scenes knelt on the ground, with a painful expression.

"Teacher...... If you were me, what would you choose? ”

Sanjing's voice echoed in his memory, but he didn't hear any answer......

And on the other side.

Gu Lijia saw the black shadow in front of him clearly, and his heart was also like ashes at that moment.

It was as if he had become a decadent and idle hunter again, sleeping on a soft straw blanket, with a round body and a slender hara flowing from his mouth......

It was his father, the leader of the famous hunter group in Dragon Hunting City.

Everything he did seemed insignificant in the light of his father, who wanted him to be the strongest bounty hunter and take over his group of hunters.

"If you don't kill it, it will kill you."

Guliga remembered the scene when his father took him to fight a baby dragon for the first time when he was a child:

He looked around in fear at the cages around him, and his father closed the door to the exit, and there were two young dragons inside.

Father handed him a sword and said, "I'm sorry you have to do this, Gulja, or they'll probably kill us all when they grow up, or worse." ”

"I know, but I can't swing my sword for it, even if it's a dragon."

Father pointed in the direction of the dragon and grabbed Gulja's arm, and the young dragon was madly lunging at them.

He knew where he should look, the young dragon's steps were so flustered that its furry wings seemed to snap at once.

But he was still scared, "They're just baby dragons!" ”

"Don't be fooled by their young disguises, Gulika!".

"They are the offspring of evil dragons!"

Father's voice roared.

Gulliga's mind was in turmoil, since his mother died, his father had become a different person, stubborn, stubborn, rarely laughing, and talking about glory and things like that all day long.

Gulliga swung the sword in his hand, and his flesh and blood splattered when he touched the sharp object.

"Hunters don't give in to any prey they get their hands on." Father said coldly.

Gulga swallowed his saliva and moved uneasily with the blood-stained sword in his hand, he saw the body that was still alive just now, and at the moment the corpse stared at the fierce eyes and did not move, they were dead, life was so weak.

Gulliga had recovered from the shock, his eyes were fixed on his father, who was so calm that even the young dragon's dying screams did not make him raise his head to look a few more times, and now he stared at the cage with indifferent eyes, and then leaned over to clean the young dragon's corpse, and wiped the blood stains in the house.

It was the first time he had hunted dragons, and when he grew up, he realized that the two so-called evil dragons were just very ordinary dragons, and humans defined evil as just a reason to kill.

But Gulriga hates senseless killing.

"It's only for the sake of food and studying recipes that food hunters will shoot at their prey." When Gulriga read this sentence from an unknown book, it was as if the door to a new world had been opened.

He was gifted, but he only loved to eat and cook, and when he told his father about the idea of becoming a food hunter, he would never forget the disdainful gaze from his father......

Eventually, he became a bounty hunter, afraid of his father's reproaches, of the whispers and strange stares of the men.

But nothing was what he wanted, and he began a decadent and boring life in hiding in a mercenary club, and he became the laziest bounty hunter, setting himself so much that no one hired him.

"Gulga, have you forgotten the glory of the bounty hunter?" The dark shadow asked sternly.

Gulliga's hands trembled and he couldn't speak.

He's tired of everything about bounty hunters, and he's managed to muster up the courage to retake the hunter test, and he feels like he's ready to face everything he's run away from......

But at this moment, he was so vulnerable, and the black shadow just asked him to lose all his thoughts.

"Give up, Guliga, and I'll convince the Black One that your Bounty Hunter badge won't be revoked."

The Shadow continued to exhort, "You're still a bounty hunter, and you're going to inherit my group of hunters, my glory, and all that I have!" ”