Jiuxiao Soul Eater Record

When the Black Water Cold Pool swallowed up his daughter's cries, dragon scales were growing on Lu Zhao's rotting right arm. He was once the craziest ghost in the gambling house - the poisonous mist from the marrow-devouring powder eroded his family's wealth, and the bloody words on his wife and daughter's infant clothes were the bets he personally placed on the drug dealers. It wasn't until the dragon soul at the bottom of the pool tore open his rotten skin and the ancient black scale technique awakened in the meridians burned by drug addiction that he could clearly see that the poisonous powder he had inhaled all those years was actually the cursed ashes that sealed the dragon soul. The blood-stained silver bells jingled in the pile of corpses, and the toad Gu of the monk from the Ten Thousand Poison Sect spit out the broken corners of his daughter's clothes. When the Xuan Qing Dragon Claw crushed the head of the ninth poisonous cultivator, Lu Zhao finally understood the secret language of the giant bronze door at the bottom of the cold pool: the daughter of the innate spirit was the key to the ancient Spirit Devouring Abyss, and every time he swallowed a piece of Marrow Devouring Poison, the dragon scale on his right arm would be one inch closer to his heart. The moonlight in the Nine Heavens Realm began to ooze blood. He carried the tiger-head shoes sewn by Yun Niang and crushed the poison formation, letting the dragon's right arm penetrate the throat of the so-called noble family. Under the dark red sky, the gambler's regret and the ferocity of the dragon soul are fighting in the bone marrow - if he saves Aning and turns into a dragon, he is willing to burn three souls and seven souls in exchange for a life-changing fate. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.