Old Long still didn't respond, but his eyelids tightened.
He did not close his hearing, because he knew that the illusion came from his own heart.
But he was also curious. There was no such figure in his memory.
"I don't know how long I have been suppressed. I must have been suppressed stupidly." Changqing said to himself and stepped on the stone monument again.
He reached out and took a fist-sized drop of blood, feeling the power in it.
"After such a long time, the blood has not dried up. Although its power has degraded, its origin is still there."
Chang Qing felt that this was not the power that Xu Zhengyi and Bishui Hanjiao could possess.
"We are destined to meet each other. With a few drops of your blood, I can promise you something or chat with you. How about that?"
Chang Qing thought again and took in more blood, condensing it into a ball as big as a small house.
The drop of Changqing refers to, of course, it must be calculated according to the volume of the old dragon.
Lao Long felt everything that was extremely "real" and he opened his eyes again.
Full of relief.
"That's all." The old dragon sighed, "Oh, if you die, you will die."
"It seems that you were not dumbfounded, but numbed."
Changqing asked, "A deal?"
The old dragon snorted softly, treating the evergreen figure as an illusion, "Okay, I can give you all my blood. The one thing I want you to promise me is to let me out."
Changqing frowned and shook his head, "No, I can't let you out."
Old Long snorted, and suddenly his pupils froze.
Although he didn't know what it was like to be lost in the sea of clouds, he vaguely felt that if he was really lost, then everything should follow his own thoughts.
Why is this still accompanied by rejection?
The old dragon focused his eyes again, staring at Changqing, and asked tentatively: "Then put it in my mouth and let me eat it."
"No way." Changqing shook his head again.
"What about that?" Lao Long suddenly asked urgently. He was nervous and expecting.
Changqing thought for a while, "I can chat with you, and I can share with you some of Liuyun Continent's delicacies, fruits and drinks. Of course, if you can tell me which cloud layer Liuyun Continent is in, I can bring it to you when I go back." Come more."
Saying that, Chang Qing added: "How about I bring you two Hong Lou Tou cards? It's also beautiful to play the piano and dance with them."
The old dragon was silent, his eyes filled with disbelief.
He controlled his beard and slapped Changqing again, but this time, it hit his own face.
"If you have this attitude, I won't promise you anything if I take your blood."
Chang Qing said seriously.
The old dragon seemed to be saying to himself, "Isn't this really an illusion?"
Changqing listened and looked at the layers of clouds. Each layer of clouds was like a new world.
Changqing recently realized the Taoist Divine Sword, but was trapped on the Stone Tablet Mountain unable to move forward or retreat, and occasionally felt nagging.
Chang Qing shook his head: "True and false, false and false, true when you take it true, and false when you lie..."
"speak English."
"..." Chang Qing choked, "It's very simple to judge. You just need to completely believe that I am fake, but I still exist, then I am real."
Lao Long stared straight at Changqing.
Changqing shrugged, "Well, I'm not an illusion."
There was both happiness and fear in Old Long's eyes. It seemed that he was not lost!
Immediately afterwards, there was coldness and ruthlessness.
The sea of clouds boiled, and two dragon whiskers flew all over the sky, throwing out countless afterimages, like wild pythons dancing wildly.
"Snap, snap, snap!"
There were crisp sounds, as dense as rain.
It didn't stop until a quarter of an hour later.
Changqing looked at the old dragon in silence, and couldn't help laughing when he saw the dragon's face that seemed to be swollen by the old dragon's own whiskers.
Old Long looked at the figure who was still there, slowly and slowly, and after a moment of pause, he seemed to think of something, and suddenly became furious.
"Qingyun Immortal! You bullied me too much!" Old Long roared: "I, the Dragon Emperor Yun, am also a quasi-sage. Even if you are promoted to a saint, how can you insult me like this!"
"No, I sensed before that the Sky-Suppressing Black Ruler Sword was in the hands of a demon kid." Old Long thought about how long ago that was, a thousand years ago? Five hundred years? Or...a few days ago?
"Are you that devil kid?" Di Yun stared at Changqing and sneered: "If you want my blood, you can take it as you please. But if you want to subdue me on the pretext of letting me out, you'd better save it. Zhen Tian Hei The ruler sword may not be able to release me. Even if it can, you can't do it at all with your superficial control over the Zhentian black ruler sword."
Di Yun is really testing.
"Qing Yunxian? Chong Xiao? I am neither." Chang Qing shook his head and said: "I don't want to subdue you, because I don't want to let you out."
After a pause, Changqing continued: "Since you said you can take it at will, I won't be polite."
As soon as Changqing finished speaking, he shouted: "Qingyun Swallowing the Sky!"
The figure drifted for a while, like clouds and fog.
As the force moved, the blood the size of a small house gradually turned into clouds and mist, blending with the blue clouds transformed by Changqing.
The old dragon frowned at such a method of body refining.
Qingyun Immortal Technique? Fifth level of heaven and human realm? How is this realm achieved?
Transforming clouds and swallowing the sky, is this the integration of demonic power on the basis of Qingyun Gong?
Naturally, Qingyun Immortal doesn't know how to practice magic skills. He just wants to practice Ji Dao Kung. How could that devil kid practice Qingyun Immortal Technique to such an extent?
"Who are you?" Di Yun looked at the cloud that gradually turned from blood to cyan.
After an unknown amount of time, the clouds and mist condensed into human form again.
The evergreen navy blue robe also condensed again.
He casually tossed his broad sleeves and placed them behind his back, "I am King Qingyun Tongtian, the undefeated king of Liuyun Continent."
"You dare to claim the title of king, and you dare to say that you are invincible? You are just a frog in the well!" Old Long laughed.
Changqing clenched his fists and squeezed his muscles, feeling that his physique had become much stronger, and his cultivation level had been promoted to the sixth level of the Heavenly Realm!
Changqing once again stared at the blood on the ground next to the old dragon's head.
More is needed for physical transformation. If you swallow some more, you will be at the ninth level of the heaven-human realm.
"I am a kind person. If I use your blood, I will keep you company."
"You just mentioned the frog in the well? In fact, we are all frogs in the well."
Changqing jumped into the sea of clouds, parallel to the Stone Tablet Mountain, stood in front of the old dragon, and spoke slowly: "For Frog Boy, the mouth of the well is his heaven, but for those who pass by the well mouth, Frog Boy is a joke. For Frog Boy, As far as I am concerned, the sky in Liuyun Continent is the mouth of my well, but to Qing Xuantian in the heaven, I am a joke. In the same way, the mouth of Qing Xuantian’s well is in the four realms of immortals, demons, demons and the underworld. And these four outer heavens The wellhead is on... Avenue Battlefield? Then, where is the wellhead of Avenue Battlefield? "
Di Yun was startled. He originally thought that this boy was going to tell him a joke.
But "big battlefield" can be said from this kid's mouth?
Di Yun began to think deeply, and he suddenly realized that what this boy said made sense. He was indeed a frog boy.
Di Yun looked at Chang Qing with a strange look in his eyes, and his thoughts focused on his voice, "You just said that you don't want to conquer me because you don't want to let me go. Why?"
Chang Qing asked: "The Hundred Demons Mountain Forest should be your dragon body. Release your dragon head. What about the Hundred Demons Mountain Forest? If you don't need the dragon body, then you only have this chopped off dragon head. What's the use?" "
At the bottom of the sea of clouds, at the foot of the Stone Tablet Mountain, there was silence.
Di Yun's eyes became colder and colder, and he smiled ferociously.
"Boy, you are crazy."
