Yuan Hai.
Xia Chedan stood helpless in the grand palace. Compared with this palace, he was like an ant that had crawled into a human house, looking so inconspicuous.
Xia Chedan didn't know what method the python dragon guard used to bring him here, nor did he know where he was in Yuanhai now, but the dragon power everywhere around him made him understand that this was the Dragon Palace!
The abode of the real dragon! The real power center of Yuan Hai!
Every one of the guards coming and going exuded powerful waves. Xia Chedan did not dare to feel dissatisfied at all. He curled up and stood cautiously aside, waiting for the important person's summons.
However, his eyes caught sight of the auspicious cloud patterns that could be seen everywhere, and he was not too panicked.
Yunlong's lineage, one of our own!
At the same time, in another palace with strange light and splendor, a giant white jade dragon, like a huge mountain in the sea, lay on the bottom of the sea. The power of the dragon almost condensed into substance, pushing away the sea water.
A majestic middle-aged man in white clothes appeared out of thin air and slowly walked towards the dragon. He was holding a crutch in his right hand and limping when he walked. Every time the crutch touched the ground, it made a thunderous roar. A moment later, the man in white stood in front of the giant dragon. Compared with the giant dragon, it seemed like a small stone appearing under the mountain.
The mountain-like giant dragon slowly opened one eye and stared at the man in white in front of him. He did not open his mouth, but said via voice: "Is it the blue dragon or the yellow dragon?"
The man in white shook his head slightly: "None of them."
The giant dragon slowly closed his eyes: "Then what do you want from me? Don't disturb my sleep."
The middle-aged man sighed helplessly: "Dad, your little granddaughter has entered the sea!"
"Fart!" the giant dragon said, "You guys are not living up to expectations. It has been almost a thousand years, and you have only given me a total of more than 20 dragons... How can I have a granddaughter?"
The middle-aged man looked at the giant dragon: "Dad, it belongs to my eldest brother..."
"Your elder brother..." The giant dragon suddenly remembered something and trembled all over. The bottom of the sea suddenly shook. The man in white quickly shouted, "Dad, transform into a human being! Transform into a human being!"
After the words fell, the figure of the giant dragon shrank rapidly, and finally turned into an old man with gray hair and childish face. He was surprised: "Is it Xiao Yao'er? My little Yao'er has entered the sea?"
"Has she forgiven us?"
"Quick, quick, light up the seabed of thousands of miles for me. Go and gather thirty thousand, no, eighty thousand water monsters to welcome our little dragon girl!"
The man in white shook his head slightly: "Dad, please calm down. According to the report, he is accompanying a young man from the human race to the sea for business."
"Young gentleman from the human race?" The old man transformed into a giant dragon frowned and released his murderous aura, "Have you found out who it is?"
"We don't know yet. We have sent people to check!" The man in white replied, "I came here just to tell you, if you want to see it, you can take a look from a distance. In Yuanhai, Taoism and Confucianism The door is out of control."
"Alas..." The old man was obviously moved for a moment, and then shook his head, "Forget it, if I move, I will inevitably attract the attention of Canglong and Huanglong, and I will live up to Aotian's entrustment."
"It's better to be more indifferent to the outside world."
The man in white nodded: "I understand."
"Well..." the old man thought for a moment, "go pick out some treasures, send some people to find trouble for them, and then keep the treasures if they lose. That's our Princess Yunlong, so we can't be too shabby."
"Don't worry, everything has been arranged." The middle-aged man smiled. The old man sighed softly and was about to transform back into his true form as a dragon when suddenly a dragon roar came from his mind.
The old man turned around and looked at the middle-aged man in white, who also widened his eyes.
The two looked at each other for a moment, with incredible expressions on their faces, and said in unison: "Sacred Sound of the Ancestral Dragon!"
"How can it be?"
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"How is that possible!" The same exclamation came from Mastiff Lingling's mouth. Even though he had never seen the Ancestral Dragon, the memory in his blood made him sure that this was the Holy Sound of the Ancestral Dragon.
At this time, he suddenly remembered the ancient legend in Yuanhai.
When Ancestral Dragon decided to leave, he condensed three inheritances and gave them to his three closest bloodlines, namely the Ancestral Dragon's body, the Ancestral Dragon's method, and the Ancestral dragon's wisdom.
Among them, the true dragon that obtained the body of the ancestral dragon evolved into the yellow dragon lineage, possessing the nearly immortal dragon body of the ancestral dragon, and used its power to break the law. The Dragon Clan is special. Above the Great Sage, those who compete with Half-Saints and Taoist Masters are called Dragon Kings. The Dragon King of the Yellow Dragon lineage has the strength to suppress the Barbarian God who is also good at physical body.
In addition to Huanglong, Canglong obtained the method of the ancestral dragon. The magical powers are vast and the spells are powerful. The True Dragon Art practiced by the Water Demon Clan is a simplified version of the "Cang Long Canon" practiced by Cang Long, which shows its strength. Cang Long is also the most powerful among the three true dragons of Yuan Hai. branch. It almost takes two other trainers to fight against.
Finally, there is Yunlong, who has obtained the wisdom of the ancestral dragon. In layman's terms, it means gaining the power of the Ancestral Dragon Soul. The lower limit of this branch is extremely low, but the upper limit is extremely high. If you are weak, you can't even kill ordinary water monsters of the same level, but if you are strong...
Let's put it this way, there are rumors in the sea that Yun Aotian, the successor of the previous generation Yunlong Dragon King, is said to be only half the Dragon King's great sage strength, equivalent to the seeking realm of the Confucian sect of the human race. However, Canglong sent out six Dragon Kings in order to surround and kill him.
In the end, two of them fell.
Li Qinglian of the human race and Yun Aotian of the dragon race, these are the two peaks that have been called together in the past few hundred years.
In addition to the three-line inheritance, there is also a rumor that the three-line inheritance is actually three keys that can inspire the soul of the ancestral dragon in the true dragon's bloodline.
So much so that Yuan Hai always speculated that the reason why Yun Aotian was so powerful was because he had awakened the soul of the ancestral dragon.
But all these rumors were now shattered in Mastiff Lingling's mind like a piece of crystal, because he heard the sacred voice of the Ancestral Dragon.
The true dragon roar can only be emitted by awakening the soul of the ancestral dragon!
The last time I was still in Yuanhai, I heard that both Canglong and Huanglong had true dragons that had awakened the ancestral dragon soul. This time, was it the turn of the Yunlong lineage?
And she is her own mistress!
I have shed blood for my mistress! I blocked the knife for my mistress!
The pattern opens instantly!
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Yun Siyao looked up at the huge water dragon in the sky, a flash of memory flashing in his eyes.
Back then, Emperor Lin went to Yuanhai and asked the Dragon Clan to go to sea in exchange for inheritance. However, due to Emperor Lin's own reincarnation, the inheritance of body and law was complete, but the inheritance of Kezhi was flawed.
What was unexpected was that the souls of the ancestral dragons that had not been awakened by so many real dragons were awakened in his half-dragon and half-human body.
This is not a blessing, this is a curse!
Because the inheritance is incomplete, this ancestral dragon soul is almost equivalent to taking away the body for the young Yun Siyao!
Because of this, Yun Aotian sneaked into the forbidden areas of Canglong and Huanglong several times, trying to find a way to solve the problem through their inheritance, which eventually led to his death.
It is precisely for this reason that she has to endure the pain of the seal every day for as long as she can remember.
The world only said that she once plotted to kill a semi-sage, but they didn't know that for her, the Bamboo Sage almost exhausted all his favors and invited four Taoists to use up all their soul power to save her.
But who would have thought that the crux of all this would be solved with a flower sent by the little junior brother in front of him.
That sacred true phoenix blood lotus contained the last trace of wisdom inheritance that Emperor Lin could not hand over at that time. Just before entering the alms bowl, Yun Siyao finally completed the refining.
It is a coincidence of cause and effect that cannot be explained even if one becomes a saint or a god.
Although there is still a long way to go in the follow-up, it is not difficult to inspire an ancestral dragon's holy sound.
Yun Siyao raised her legs, and when she fell, a white cloud formed under her feet. She walked up slowly and stepped on the white cloud ladder to stand in front of the water dragon.
The water dragon no longer had the hostility it had just now. It stared at the tiny Yun Siyao in front of him, seeming to be thinking about something. He felt the same aura from the other person. Yun Siyao stretched out his hand, and the shadow of the mighty dragon behind him entered the water dragon. The water dragon's eyes slowly closed, and clouds and mist emerged from the dragon's body, covering the entire huge water dragon in an instant. .
"Quack! (It's raining!)" A drop of water fell on Jin Guagua's nose without warning. Jin Guagua raised his head and saw heavy rain pouring down from the sky, as if the original sea had just condensed into a water dragon. Turned into raindrops and fell down.
Only Chen Luo, the raindrops seemed to bypass him, and not a single drop fell on him.
"Junior brother, Lianshan!" Yun Siyao's voice came from the air. At the same time, a crystal water droplet shot from the air and poured directly into Chen Luo's mind.
This is the method of refining mountains, extracted from water dragons.
Chen Luo sensed the secret technique in the water droplets, smiled slightly, sat cross-legged, clasped his hands together, and released the vast worldly energy, covering Mount Sumeru at his feet inch by inch.
At this moment, the sky is raining.
One person transforms into a dragon and spreads rain, while another person concentrates on making mountains!
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At the same time, outside the stone house.
The demented monk finally stopped his hand, and the floating Taoist beast finally fell from the sky and fell to the ground.
I originally thought that the beast Taoist master was already fat enough, but I didn't expect that there was still room for swelling in his face.
At this moment, the beastly Taoist master is already dying. The slaps of the stupid monk are not just slaps on his face. Each slap carries the surging true meaning of ancient Buddhism, and the six masters of the six Taoism are originally refined by misinterpreting ancient Buddhist teachings. Each of these slaps is... A slap is like hitting the root, and now the true meaning of reincarnation has dissipated.
The demented monk stopped because he felt the movement in the stone house. He turned his head, no longer caring about the beast Taoist master, but looked at the stone house, and said with a smile——
"It's fate, it's fate..."
"That's great, just right..."
"Namo Amitabha!"
Just because the demented monk doesn't beat up the drowned dog, it doesn't mean that Lang Feixian will stop. Seeing the beast Taoist master who was still breathing, Lang Feixian flipped his wrist, and a sharp sword energy took shape. With the flick of Lang Feixian's finger, it flew towards the beast Taoist master with the sound of breaking through the air.
"Pfft!" The sword energy shot into the eyebrows of the beastly Taoist master, but Lang Feixian frowned. He could feel that the sword energy did not hit the real thing. Just when the sword energy was about to hit, the animal Taoist master's eyebrows were suddenly annihilated into a black energy.
Immediately afterwards, the entire body of the beast Taoist Master was still decaying and turned into wisps of black energy. Lang Feixian turned his head. The same was true for the Fierce Elephant, Zhu Yan, Golden-winged Dapeng, and the puppets he had killed before.
"Hahahaha... Na Wuxiang Demon..." A voice sounded, and the black smoke condensed in the air. The demented monk suddenly turned his head, raised his palm and struck at the place covered by the black smoke, but the black smoke condensed in sequence. The palm of his hand collided with the golden handprint made by the demented monk. The demented monk took a step back and saw a figure quickly condensing behind the black smoke palm.
The whole body is black and red, and the eyes are hanging with fangs. It is the evil Buddha that Chen Luo and his party encountered before.
The evil Buddha was hiding in the shadows and could not come here, but he used the beast Taoist master as a bridge to cross this layer of obstacles and stood in front of the demented monk and Lang Feixian.
"You came just in time." The evil Buddha touched his face and instantly transformed into a monk wearing monk robes with a compassionate temperament. "There is actually someone who can refine the core of Mount Sumeru. It's not in vain for you and me to guard the mountain for thousands of years."
"Evil beast!" The demented monk opened his mouth. There was no anger, but two words came out calmly.
"What the master said is wrong, you can become a Buddha in one thought and become a demon in a year. You and I have the same origin, you are me and I am you." The evil Buddha who appeared on this side seemed to be much more talkative.
"Everything is empty, good thoughts are empty, and evil thoughts are also empty. Master, why bother?" the Evil Buddha monk continued.
"Nonsense!" Lang Feixian couldn't bear to listen. The other party was an enemy anyway. Suddenly, several sword energies appeared behind him and shot directly at the evil Buddha monk.
Don't seek death, just find a loophole.
However, the Evil Buddha monk shook his head slightly and moved slightly towards the sword energy coming from him. For a moment, the sword energy seemed to be frozen and stopped in the air. Then black energy emerged from the sword energy, which actually corroded the sword energy.
"Don't be anxious, please sit down first." The evil Buddhist monk smiled and said secretly, politely.
How could Lang Feixian sit down calmly, but he felt a strange force coming from his body, forcing him to sit and not sit down, as if it was a matter of justice.
"Say what you say?" Lang Feixian was shocked. This is the power of a semi-saint!
"It's not just what you say!" The demented monk seemed to see what Lang Feixian was thinking, and said softly, "The evil Buddha's teachings can be broken by meditation."
Just now, it had unknowingly infected Lang Feixian's mind, making him feel that he had to sit down.
This is the inner demon!
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