Qingming can practice well in the Demon Suppressing Tower, but it is not enough to survive the tribulation and transform into a dragon in the Demon Suppressing Tower. Currently, in this void, it is only connected to the Fantasy Mist Swamp in the Immortal Realm. Even the dragon-seeking envoys from the Mysterious Immortal Realm have difficulty reaching here, and it is even more difficult for the dragon aura to spread. Lu Xiaotian directly released Qing Ming from the Demon Suppression Tower.
Also leaving the tower at the same time as Qing Ming was the little white python. Lu Xiaotian got some more fairy fruits, and his consciousness was transferred into the minds of Qing Ming and Xiao Bai Mang. Lu Xiaotian just meditated and tried his best to resist the black dragon essence in his body.
"Yes, sir!" Qingming learned that Lu Xiaotian had been seriously injured, and when she thought about the fearful days she had spent in Yanmoduyuan, and then returned to this relatively safe land of dragon transformation, she couldn't help but feel complicated. Even though she couldn't clearly feel the trauma in Lu Xiaotian's body, from the vague and unpredictable changes in Lu Xiaotian's body, and even the smell of death lingering, Qingming knew that the trauma Lu Xiaotian suffered was definitely extraordinary.
But now Lu Xiaotian doesn’t know when he will recover, and from the consciousness transmitted from Lu Xiaotian, Qingming also understands that danger may arise at any time here, and regardless of sadness at the moment, Qingming made some jam for the little white python. But the little white python seemed to be able to sense the bad situation in Lu Xiaotian's body. It just swam around Lu Xiaotian anxiously, whining in its mouth, and had no intention of eating the fruit pulp.
Later, the little white python seemed to be tired of walking around Lu Xiaotian, so it swam to Lu Xiaotian, leaned on Lu Xiaotian's legs, looked up at Lu Xiaotian from time to time, and then fell asleep.
Seeing the little white python's dependence on Lu Xiaotian, Qingming felt sad. She vaguely remembered that a long time ago, when she was just a little python, her parents suddenly lost news one day. She and her sister had been waiting for their parents to come back. At that time, she was just like this little white python. She got tired of waiting and finally fell asleep leaning against her sister.
But instead of seeing this little white python in front of her, Qingming felt sad and felt a kind of warmth that had surrounded her for a long time. Even though Lu Xiaotian and even his sister Yanlong didn't mention Lu Xiaotian's true identity, Qingming only thought that Lu Xiaotian might be a kind-hearted true immortal from the human race. It's just that now Lu Xiaotian is severely injured in the body and is using all his strength to run the dragon essence, immortal essence, and space power to resist the black dragon dragon essence. The terrifying Long Yuan fluctuation cannot be completely concealed.
The immortals in the heavenly court, as well as the many sinister people in the loose immortal world, may only be able to look after each other like this if they are both members of the dragon clan. In the past, Qingming felt that the world was so big that there was no place for her, but now she felt that there was still such a small and warm space in front of her. Qingming felt that in this big and cold world, she would not completely despair, but there was still a sense of perseverance.
The little white python curled up and fell asleep on Lu Xiaotian's lap. Qingming's face was filled with anxiety and a warm smile, and she flew away into the distance, circulating the demonic energy in her body and feeling the breath of the thunder.
Yanlong told Qingming the process of transforming into a dragon. At the same time, Yanlong's explanation also included some insights after becoming a dragon and after Yanlong watched Lu Xiaotian practice in the body of Qinglong.
At this time, Qingming's starting level was higher than that of Yanlong.
And as Qingming continued to circulate the demonic energy in his body, the aura of Jie Lei outside his body became more and more solemn. While Lu Xiaotian resisted the black dragon dragon essence in his body, he hesitated in his heart, and finally sent another thought into Qingming's mind. This trace of thought includes a small part of his feelings after becoming a dragon, but not all of it. With Qingming's cultivation strength at this time, it is far from being able to withstand his excessive true dragon artistic conception.
Lu Xiaotian's true dragon body was completely born out of war and had gone through countless blood and fire. This thought passed into Qingming's mind, and it was like a thunder that penetrated Qingming's mind. While Qingming's mind was almost blank, it seemed to touch a certain layer of artistic conception that had never been reached before. It seemed that transforming into a dragon was not It depends entirely on the secret techniques passed down from within the clan. In the past, it was like looking at a mountain, but now what appeared in front of Qing Ming seemed to be a whole mountainous area with many mountains and obstacles.
When Lu Xiaotian sent a thought to Qingming, he found that the little white python curled up by his legs had a faint trace of dragon energy in his breath. This was due to the unstable breath in his body, which caused a little dragon energy to leak out. Inhaled into the body?
Lu Xiaotian inspected the little white python with his spiritual consciousness and found that there was nothing unusual about the little white python, his breathing was steady, but he was sleeping very deeply. So I felt relieved. However, seeing that the little white python could actually absorb the dragon energy, Lu Xiaotian quietly entered the body of the little white python with a trace of real dragon. The little white python seemed to have no other reaction besides humming comfortably, so Lu Xiaotian let it fall asleep.
Qingming, who touched the meaning of a true dragon, saw a broader and vast world.
Thunder rolled in the void and gathered into thick thunder clouds above Qing Ming's head. According to Qingming's original prediction, the thunderclouds that were no less than ten thousand miles in diameter should stop now. At this time, the thunderclouds in the sky seemed to stretch endlessly. Still gathering crazily. In addition to the airspace with a radius of thousands of miles, the thickness and intensity of the upper and lower thunderclouds are also increasing at an alarming rate.
Qing Ming's python body, which was already tens of feet long, was already considered huge compared to Lu Xiaotian and the little white python, but now it looked as small as gravel under the thunder clouds.
In order to prevent Lu Xiaotian and the little white python from being affected, Qing Ming snaked the python body and flew farther into the void.
Originally, Qingming had an inexplicable fear of the power of the tribulation thunder. The tribulation thunder was not only the door to advancement, but could also turn those who survived the tribulation into flying ashes, leading to the abyss of endless darkness.
At this time, after Qingming came into contact with a trace of the true dragon's artistic conception, he was also struck by the astonishing fighting spirit in the artistic conception. Qing Ming opened her mouth and roared. It was no longer the deep hiss or low roar of a snake and python, but the roar of a clear dragon. The dragon's voice was already born before it became a dragon body.
Rumble... I don't know how long it took, the thunder clouds in the sky stopped roaring, and thunder rolled down. The blazing lightning and thunder annihilated everything in the void, making Qing Ming's figure and the python scales that had begun to change shine brightly.
"Moo..." The dragon's roar like an ox humming vibrated in the void, and the green dragon's long body wandered in the void. The bolts of lightning that struck the python's scales were bounced away by Biao Ming's body-protecting demonic light.
However, more and more lightnings were falling, and no matter how strong the body-protecting demonic light was, there was always a limit. After resisting it for a while, the body-protecting demonic light on Qingming's body became thinner and thinner.
Amidst the roaring thunder, the python scales on Qing Ming's body spattered one after another, or were burned black by the lightning, and even the flesh and blood inside were blurred.
The end of the thunder clouds in the sky was far away, and the falling thunder pillars were getting bigger and bigger. When the physical body was almost unable to bear it, Qingming spit out a silver Lopa, and there was a python in the middle of the Lopa. shape diagram. As Ropa unfolded, it covered the top of the void. Puff puff, thunder struck the silver ropa. At this time, Qing Ming's python body was rapidly recovering, and new scales were constantly growing on the body that seemed to be riddled with holes. Two small bumps bulged on his forehead. There are also several small bumps protruding under the abdomen. Tiny spikes sprout from the tail.
Poof... there was another explosion, and the silver Lopa gradually couldn't bear it. It was about to be destroyed by the thunder, but was taken back by Qingming.
Three red crystal flying swords rose into the air.
