C60 Dragon mark tracking

A red mark the size of a palm appeared from the bloodline of the Dragon King. It was red in color and looked like a twisted dragon tattoo.

Yang Fan didn't know what it was, but the terrifying aura it emitted forced Yang Fan to dodge.

"AHH!"

The speed of the imprint couldn't be compared to the normal speed. The imprint that had appeared out of thin air and vanished into thin air had completely fallen onto Long Xuejian's body.

"It's over!"

He quickly checked on Long Xuejian's condition, but nothing seemed to have happened.

Looking at the distant Yang Fan, he stopped his pursuit.

He smiled and flapped his wings proudly, "You can't escape!"

After leaving this Magical Beast, whose strength was frightening, Yang Fan's aura returned to normal. The strength of a three star Dou Ling.

"Your aura?"

Long Xuejian was a smart woman. The moment Yang Fan's aura turned into a Dou Ling, he instantly understood that the aura of Yang Fan's Dou Huang was a disguise.

"This is my true realm!"

There was nothing left for Yang Fan to hide. With his false appearance, as long as he met a true expert, he would be easily exposed.

Yang Fan carried Long Xuejian and flew to the edge of the lake. The sky was already dark, so it was not suitable for them to travel.

He came to an abandoned camp and was surrounded by a confiscated tent.

This must have been a temporary encampment for the mercenary group before, but now it was abandoned.

He put down Long Xueyao and quickly built a fire. After all, the temperature of the forest would drop by a lot at night.

Long Xuejian had absorbed too much cold energy from the Heart of Ice. Her body temperature had already dropped to its limit. If she didn't raise her body temperature now, she might freeze to death.

Long Xuejian's body was numb, and she couldn't move like a normal person.

Yang Fan can only burn me bright enough to make sure the temperature is high enough.

This was the border region, so the magical beast level couldn't threaten Yang Fan at all.

"Better?"

After half an hour, the originally pale face of Long Xueyin turned red.

"Thank you!"

"Small meaning!"

Long Xueyin's body recovered, and she started to operate her battle qi to quickly refine the cold energy in her meridians.

However, the moment Long Xuejian started to circulate her battle qi, her body burst out with a brilliant red light.

The light was bright and it formed the shape of a red dragon. Even on the other side of the Heavenly Marks Mountain Range, one could feel the shadow of the dragon.

"What is this?"

Yang Fan didn't know what this red dragon meant, and thought it was the power of Long Xuejian's bloodline.

"Master!" Thirty Class 3 and ten Class 4 Magical Beasts are coming over! "

"What?"

The system's words caused Yang Fan's expression to stiffen. How could forty magic beasts move towards them at the same time?

"It's over!"

Yang Fan immediately understood and clenched his teeth. The Soaring Wind Steps moved at an extreme speed, and now he had no choice but to interrupt Long Xuejian.

"What's wrong?"

"Hurry up, your blood has been imprinted with the mark of the Dragon King!"

The moment Yang Fan interrupted Long Xuejian, the dragon shadow in the sky disappeared.

"What kind of imprint?"

"It's too late to explain. Let's go!"

Pulling up Long Xuejian's waist, she unfolded her wings and flew towards the sky.

Just as they flew a hundred meters into the air, they were intercepted by four flying magical beasts.

"F * ck, I forgot that they can also fly!"

The four flying beasts were exactly the same: black wings, a lion's body, and the face of a vulture.

"System, analyse the magical beast!"

"Master, four Class 4 flying Magical Beasts specialize in flying and are innately skilled in controlling wind-type Dou Qi!"