A trace of anxiety surged into my heart. The opportunity had been lost. Do we have to watch the True Dragon Dao Fruit congealing in front of our eyes and lose it?
There was a trace of cruelty in Sun Wulu Gujing Wubo's eyes, and his gaze unscrupulously swept away from everyone on the dragon platform.
Feeling the malicious gaze, everyone looked defensive.
Lu Ke jumped off the dragon platform, and he, the wolf among the sheep, showed his fangs without hiding anything.
He stared at everyone with cold eyes, but shook his head in his heart, it was too late. Including him, everyone and even the entire Dragon Burial Waterfall were rushing toward the Tao Fruit Rosette on the dragon gate.
Even the true dragon's shadow that they finally condensed after climbing 600 meters was slowly fading, and seemed to be becoming the nourishment of the true dragon's Dao Fruit.
In the end, even one's own vitality will be swallowed up.
If you give yourself some more time. Or if he could restrain himself from showing any ill will to the Jiangyulong species, he might be able to find an opportunity to swallow up the golden carp in one fell swoop.
But this is all empty talk, and with Lu Ke's pressure, none of this will come true.
Could it be that we can only watch the Dragon Climb this time?
Suddenly, the familiar sound of "buzzing" sounded in my ears.
Everyone on the stage showed different expressions, and most of them looked down in surprise. I saw golden chains stretching out from the void in mid-air, locking the woman in red like a fluttering flag in the air.
Just like a painting.
Moreover, under this "poignant picture of a woman in red falling off a cliff", a young man with white hair falls down with a calm expression.
In the eyes of everyone, he fell into the water with a "plop" and disappeared into the wide river of Pinjiang.
"What a cunning boy!"
Remembering that Su Xing had exhausted the number of times he had used this technique before, he was forced to reveal his strength in the foundation building realm.
While his heart was gloomy, Sun Wulu actually had a stiff smile on his lips. Even if he is allowed to escape temporarily, as long as he does not fall into Lu Ke's hands, it will be a good thing for Sun Wulu.
What he didn't know was that those were indeed Su Xing's last "migration" formulas at that time. However, after the stiffening, the support of qi and blood transformed from a large amount of elixirs, coupled with the increased strength of his body, allowed him to drive and withstand more times of the five punishments.
"I wonder how many more times this kid can use that technique." Sun Wulu secretly thought. At this time, the golden chain on Lu Ke's body had broken into pieces and was falling down to Pinjiang.
However, a sudden change occurred on the Dragon Burial Waterfall.
The blood machine that was originally flowing from the entire Dragon Burial Waterfall to the rosette on the dragon gate suddenly stopped, and the layers of red rosettes were placed at the top, and golden blood threads were suddenly drawn out.
If the golden stamens of scarlet flowers.
On this golden red lotus sat an ordinary Fan Bei. Its mouth opened wide, and between the two jade-colored shells was an illusory sky fire burning.
The air fluctuates in it, and scenes of illusion appear.
There is a true dragon soaring in the nine heavens, and a phoenix perching in the phoenix tree. The earth cracked, rivers flowed across the river, and endless monsters ran across the wilderness. There is also the Xiantai Moon Pavilion, floating in the clouds, where immortals shuttle back and forth.
The red and golden blood threads on the lotus platform simultaneously poured into the sky fire that was constantly seeing strange phenomena. There seemed to be a small whirlpool in the middle, into which endless blood and energy poured.
And when the golden blood threads poured in, the abyss-like Skyfire Center suddenly stopped, and its consumption of blood machines dropped sharply.
On the waterfall, the shadow of the dragon spirit that was about to disappear gradually stabilized, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
"This vision is the golden carp. The golden carp accelerated the birth of the Dao Fruit." He Yang murmured.
"No." Luo Qianqian also stared at this scene blankly. The suction force just now was like an endless abyss. She even felt that even if she sucked all the life on the Dragon Climb into mummies, she wouldn't be able to fill it up. Even at this moment, she felt a wave of weakness welling up in her heart:
"Perhaps it was this golden carp that allowed the Dao Fruit to be born!"
"Hiss!" Everyone gasped, thoughtfully.
Where did the drop of golden blood that Su Xing took out come from?
At this moment, the condensation of Dao Fruit seemed to have reached its final moment.
The blood machine on the waterfall stopped delivering, leaving only the most beautiful and imaginary perfect golden red lotus.
The lotus also began to gradually dissipate, and golden and red blood threads were pulled out like threads peeling off cocoons, and the heavenly fire from Fan Bei's two scallops gushes out.
The visions in the sky fire are becoming more and more frequent and blurry, and a prehistoric atmosphere permeates it.
"The Tao Fruit... is about to be formed." The scarlet "handkerchief" that was originally falling stopped and gradually floated towards the thousand-meter-high waterfall.
When the golden fairy lotus completely dissipated, the last ray of golden red blood also poured into the sky fire.
The sky fire, which contained an unknown amount of blood intelligence and spiritual power, was extremely compressed and solidified, and finally turned into a white jade pearl among the mortal clams.
This pearl is only the size of a thumb, and its surface is white and flawless. But if you look closely, you can see mysterious visions flashing across it, seemingly giving a glimpse of the secrets of the supreme road, making people lose themselves in it at a glance.
"Could this be..." Someone murmured, and a word with incomparable weight resounded in everyone's mind.
Real dragon!
"I finally jumped onto the dragon gate. As expected... I am the dragon girl."
An illusory and ethereal voice sounded in everyone's ears. This voice... came from the mortal clam that brewed the true dragon? !
Lu Ke's heart moved slightly. As expected, he couldn't form a connection with the "True Dragon Seal".
In fact, this Dragon Climbing Meeting is not a real leap over the Dragon Gate at all.
It's just that the true dragon's blood machine has been used for hundreds of years, and the blood machine and life machine of countless people in Pinjiang, as well as many human race's lucky people, have been cultivated into a true dragon's life machine.
With this true dragon's destiny, Emperor Lihe, whose only corpse is left, can be resurrected and regain the throne of Pingjiang.
The root of everything is the body of Emperor Lihe lying on the Dragon Burial Waterfall, every strand of flesh and blood washed away by the Pinjiang River for hundreds of years.
With the Cuckoo's Cry in her body, she is almost equivalent to a clone of Emperor Lihe. No matter who the Tao Fruit is formed from, it will eventually fall on her body.
But the biggest problem with this dragon climbing meeting is that even Emperor Lihe cannot guarantee that he will be able to refine the true dragon destiny.
But Su Xing's essence and blood made this matter a reality. But at the same time, Lu Ke could no longer control the flesh-and-blood pearl from Li He!
At the top of the waterfall, the shell slowly closed its open mouth, as if it was about to swallow the real dragon.
Could it be that Emperor Lihe has been planning his rebirth for many years, many monks have carefully planned it, and the blood machine and life machine have been condensed to make wedding clothes for a mortal creature?
On the dragon platform, a dead and cold voice sounded faintly:
"I have practiced Taoism for hundreds of years..."
The moment the sound sounded, the movement of the mortal clam that was about to swallow the real dragon suddenly stopped.
At the same time, on the dragon platform, a powerful aura began to fill the air!
Everyone looked in shock, only to hear that dead voice continuing:
"I have been cultivating Taoism for hundreds of years, but it is difficult to make any progress at the sixth level of Qi training. I have been mediocre for half my life, and I only relied on my brotherly love as the patriarch and my years of dedication to the family in exchange for a Jiazi longevity fruit."
"Another sixty years later, I stopped at the seventh level of Qi training. It wasn't until I was actually facing death that I discovered that there is great terror before death."
Sun Wulu looked straight ahead quietly, his eyes out of focus, as if he had crossed the barrier of the Dragon Climbing Platform and plunged into the endless river of time:
"Ironically, it was when I actually saw death that I started to really...live!"
