Taoist Wuya came to the dragon cave and saw his disciple Wang Teng soaking in the dragon pool. Behind him was the shadow of a real dragon. A nine-clawed dragon of fate was hovering above the dragon pool, playing with the big pearl. The whole world was shaking. More than ten streams of majestic draconic Qi were entangled, and golden dragons were roaring. They all condensed into real dragons.
3,000 rays of light from providence emerged from the most mysterious starry sky in Wang Teng's sea of consciousness and appeared in the dragon cave. The central Crape Myrtle Star, the huge cauldron, the pillar of providence, and the seemingly real life chart, the big pearl, were connected into a line. The true dragon was coiled in the pillar of light and intertwined with each other.
Wang Teng's fate was being compressed and condensed crazily. He could feel the light of fate continuously fusing, and the light pillar became smaller and smaller. When the last light of fate was condensed within, the phantom of the fate true dragon became brighter and brighter. The phantom of the true dragon suddenly became brighter and brighter. At this moment, tens of thousands of dragons appeared in the Myriad Dragon Pool, so the phantom of the true dragon became corporeal. The dragon shadows that seemed to be real roared and dominated the nine heavens. The law of the Imperial Dao descended, rejecting all the Great Dao that belonged to it. In the sky and on the earth, I am the only one!
Inside the large pearl, Wang Yu's body trembled. His 'original self' that belonged to the soul level only felt a heart-piercing coldness wash over his body. At the same time, his original body's entire sea of consciousness began to tremble.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
His true body and self resonated to the extreme, and something was happening in the mysterious starry sky of his sea of consciousness.
"Roar!"
They seemed to hear a resounding dragon's roar that tore through the layers of barriers and resounded throughout the Greater World. It was as if they saw the figure of an ancient emperor reflected in front of them, emitting the supreme might of a Saint Emperor. The aura of subjugation, suppression, and dominance over all existences was clearly imprinted in their souls.
After Wang Yu took out the parasol tree branch, the branch self-ignited. A green flame appeared, like a feather that could float in the wind. A wisp of extremely light flame floated under the big pearl. The bright red and beautiful big pearl suddenly jumped onto the flame. The originally bright red color was burned to crystal clear, and its entire body was bright yellow.
Daoist Wuya could clearly see that after the bright red light was absorbed into Wang Yu's spine, a stream of blood belonging to the real dragon was spreading in the deepest part of his body. The dragon was shaking constantly. Every time a stream of blood appeared, a five-clawed golden dragon would rush out and swing its tail. The dragon scales were clearly visible. With the help of this treasure land and the dragon pearl, his original self was undergoing an ultimate transformation. As long as he awakened, he might be the only descendant of the real dragon in the world.
Ang--
The dozens of true dragon shadows protecting the self roared together. Countless high-pitched dragon roars sounded everywhere. The aura of the true dragon pervaded the entire Central Plains. Countless mountains were shaking, and all the royal courts were on the verge of collapse. An invisible power rose, and every dragon roar seemed to be tangible. Dragon claws crossed the sky, and the void shook like waves rolling, almost tearing the vacuum. At this moment, Wang Shi and Wang Zhen could not get close.
The earth-shattering changes were happening. One could imagine what kind of wind and clouds would be stirred up when the self was born!
His original body, which was soaking in the Dragon Pool, suddenly opened his eyes. His eyes were filled with chaos. He pointed at the void with his hands, and a wisp of Nirvana Flame that was burning the big pearl was separated. The Patriarch's corpse was ignited, and with the continuous swallowing of the precious liquid, the old and withered body actually became young and full of vitality.
A sharp point that could not be looked down upon touched the original body's dantian. Blood immediately dyed the Dragon Pool red. The divine power accumulated in the sea of bitterness instantly poured onto the corpses of the three grandmasters. With an inexplicable force, the immortal fetus was bathed in Wang Teng's original blood, and the three grandmasters slowly rose from the Dragon Pool.
As if he had sensed something, his body emitted a faint white light. It was a rare sight, like a dream. The entire Dragon Cave was filled with spiritual light, and there was a faint image of a flying immortal. Dao Wo and Shi Wo both opened their eyes. Their expressions were solemn as they landed on the immortal fetus. They watched their bodies slowly regrow their youth. The image of the flying immortal slowly appeared in the sky above the cave. A clear sword cry sounded from the immortal shadow. The sword cry was not loud, but it caused the imperial law of the Dragon Cave to tremble continuously.
Wang Teng's eyes were slightly closed. At this moment, he was immersed in an inexplicable enlightenment. Countless ordinary cultivation methods were seen through one by one. His soul had already flown to the mysterious Zixiao Palace, and his mind was filled with the figure of a peerless immortal.
"Rumble!"
Thunder clouds gathered above the Nine Heavens, and thunder rumbled. Streaks of purple-gold lightning were born and destroyed. At this moment, the banished immortal slowly turned around. He only used his sword to gently brush against the blue sky and white clouds, and the void fell into stagnation. The sword in his hand seemed to have a spirit. The image of a flying immortal appeared, and it seemed to soar up in the sunset. Two lightning-like eyes scattered all the spying. Many cultivators with high cultivation levels were struck by lightning and spat out blood.
"Immortal Shadow!" The Supremes could no longer remain calm. They had never thought that a small mountain like Mount Qinling would actually have the scene of a flying immortal from beyond the heavens. Now, even if they were struck by a lightning tribulation, they would accept it. This was related to the 'immortals', and the hearts of these big shots were shaken. In the void, the Holy Zhi Palace and the immortal's shadow seemed to become clearer. A mysterious and vast fluctuation spread out.
Weng weng weng--
The immortal fetus in the ancient dragon cave seemed to have fused with the celestial image. The dragon ball and the immortal fetus, two majestic forces, instantly enveloped the entire cave! Terrifying fluctuations soared into the sky at this moment. A terrifying scene suddenly appeared around Wang Teng. It was as if countless ancient existences had awakened from the ground, and billions of Primordial Dao Laws were roaring.
The great dragons in the Qinling Mountains and the Central Plains sensed this and roared into the sky. The sound of thunder and dragon roars intersected, shocking even the existences of the Seven Deadmire Lands of the Northern Dipper to look over.
A palace, an ancient palace that exuded a mysterious aura, appeared in the tribulation clouds, exuding a terrifying aura!
The existences in the Deadmire were filled with disbelief. The Purple Cloud Palace was a forbidden existence even to Great Emperors. How could it appear here, even if it was just a brand phantom!! The legendary Purple Cloud Palace, the source of all myths!!
Only those existences understood what the appearance of this immortal abode meant. Immediately, the Supremes who had their eyes on Qinling Mountain all gave up on that idea and withdrew their divine thoughts. They no longer belonged to this world. If the Holy Zhi Palace sensed them and sent down divine lightning, it would not be a joke.
At this moment, all the cultivators in the Central Plains felt that they were like a small boat in the sea that could be swallowed up by the storm at any time. It was difficult for them to move forward. They raised their heads with difficulty and looked in the direction of the Qinling Mountains.
The Doctrine Palace above the immortal thunder exuded an inexplicable and mysterious aura, but it did not send down divine punishment for a long time. The laws were in chaos, and this space and time were completely in disorder.
As the sun set in the west, the great dragon of the Central Plains saw that the lightning tribulation had not descended for a long time and finally fell silent. This terrifying and inexplicable
The scene finally disappeared, and all the Supremes frowned. They seemed to have thought of some ancient rumors, and their eyes were filled with bewilderment.
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Wang Teng had once again severed his Dao of Self and brought out his Secret Realm of the Bitter Sea. At this moment, in Taoist Wuya's perception, his precious disciple had suffered a huge loss in his divine treasures and his three treasures were all dark. He was like a seriously ill mortal. Even a mountain villager who had never practiced martial arts could easily defeat him. That delicate and pretty face could not help but shake her head and smile bitterly. Alas, this disciple of his.
The moon was high in the sky, and the pure white moonlight poured down. Everything that had happened today had finally come to an end. There were too many things that needed to be digested.
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