Candle Dragon to the left

Chapter 14 14. Like a Dragon, Like a Man, Like a God
The young man backed away step by step.

The snake is transforming, and the permeating breath is majestic and majestic.

The injury doesn't matter to it anymore, because it grows flesh and scales while breathing.The bones all over the body creaked and stretched, and the jagged back undulated like boundless.The scales are folded from top to bottom, no longer flat and round, like sharp blades, and look like crystal clear red crystals.

"Roar──!" The big snake roared, it was hard to imagine how the snake's structure made such a deafening roar.

At the same time, its head is changing, and the horniness near the neck is proliferating wildly, bifurcating, emitting a faint fluorescence, like new branches under the first spring thunder.Until the growth stops, the branch-like horns with mahogany texture are exposed.

Golden flames blazed in the eye sockets.

Snake turns into Jiao.

The young man watched Li Xi'an's transformation, and clearly recorded all the images in his heart.Being able to witness this ancient and great evolution with his own eyes, he would have no regrets even if he died.

The huge head raised its head, and then the body leaped suddenly, stepping into the sky.The huge red winding monster was hidden in the clouds, only the golden candlelight was still clearly visible.It swims in the sky, and its shape is like swimming in rivers, lakes and seas.

The opponent did not grow claws.

The young man woke up.

Evolution is obviously over. Looking at the great life, he still prefers to call it the Clawless Flood Dragon instead of the Crowned Snake.

"Huh──" The clouds broke open, revealing the bright galaxy behind.

A huge hideous head hangs down, "Jiao" is staring at him, he can see his own face from those golden pupils.

Then, the scales bloomed like feathers, confusing the young man's mind.

The red scales are flying, and the scene in front of him is like a maple forest in late autumn. The young man inadvertently reaches out to pick up a piece, but when he lowers his head, he finds that his palm is empty and has nothing.

When he tried to look up again, he felt a hand resting on top of his head.

Press him down.

An understatement made his spine crack slightly, and his head hit the ground. The overwhelming pressure made him unable to straighten up, and he could only face the unknown ancient life in a kneeling posture.

But out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a slender figure.

"Before dawn, if there are still people who stay in Taihang stubbornly, they should stay here forever."

A cold voice came from above, not like the majestic whisper of a big snake like thunder.

That existence disappears.

On the wind came the strange fragrance that the young man smelled next to the big snake.

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Under the night, the young man in black clothes walked up to the fierce tiger, and looked up at the ferocious tiger's face that had lost half of its face.

"I've never felt that your kitten is so big..." he murmured.

Qing Yan lay on the ground like a raised hill.A tiger's head was a little taller than him, but it was a pity that half of the tiger's head was missing, his cheeks were scorched black, and the blood from his eyes gathered into a stream at the bottom of the young man's feet.

He raised his hand and cut his wrist with his finger as a knife.

The blood with a strange fragrance sprinkled on the tiger's body, and the surging spirit filled with white mist.Then the young man sat on the ground, looking at the human figure that had not been seen for hundreds of years, and also waiting for Qing Yan to wake up.

The main body of the clothes made of scales is black, embroidered with patterns of red auspicious clouds.The young man stared at his wrist, it was white and delicate, the bleeding wound had healed, and there was no trace of it.The skin is comparable to that of a newborn baby, not like the arms of a predator that has been fighting for centuries in the vast mountains.Then groping along the face, there are two horns, the texture is between jade and dead wood, and they look like branches.

A red tail swayed behind his back, with some thin fins at the tip, the boy could retract it, but this required deliberate control, and there was no need to do so at this moment.

He doesn't know what he looks like, and he doesn't care.

There is a huge heartbeat in the silent mountains and fields.

Qing Yan didn't die, but fell into a deep sleep.Now, the terrifying spiritual blood is pouring on its body, causing the granulation to regenerate, the consciousness to recover, and the heartbeat to become stronger and stronger, like a giant drum beating here, the sound is like thunder.

"Boom---"

A green eye suddenly opened, and the strange figure in front of him stopped firmly.The blue thunder surged out in an instant, and at the end of its consciousness, Nanzhu died, and Taihang was about to be owned by humans, so everything it saw was the enemy.

When he saw the branch-like horns on the young man's forehead, the fierceness in the giant tiger's eyes turned into astonishment, and the blue thunder disappeared in smoke.

"...Nan Zhu?" It tentatively opened the mouth.

"Yeah." The boy nodded.

Juhu still wanted to speak, but his body no longer allowed it.

"Don't worry, everything will be over soon, I promise." The young man saw Qing Yan's injury and said lightly.

Li Xi'an stood up, the characteristics of the ancient life were so obvious on him.The gust of wind that came out of nowhere dragged him to the sky, and he sat cross-legged at the same height as the mountain peak, surrounded by clouds and mists, and the bright white moon could be seen when he looked up.

The coquettish golden fire burns in the pupils of the eyes.

After all, human beings can't take anything away from the mountains, and leave after paying a huge price. Even if they are unwilling, they can look up at the terrifying lives that look like humans and dragons sitting cross-legged in the mountains. Down.

People go deep into the mountains and empty.

Accompanied by the first ray of sunlight, Li Xi'an lowered his eyes, his golden pupils were lightly half-covered by his butterfly-feather eyelashes, his irises formed ancient patterns and brilliance flowed, like a monstrous datura flower blooming in his eyes.

If necessary, he will let the people behind the scenes live.

But now there are more important things to do.

The mountains pulled it back from the brink of death, giving it an opportunity to evolve.That drop of transparent water comes from Lingzhi, the medium of Taihang. In other words, the medium through which he can transform is the entire mountain.Now that he has transformed, he wants to return this "spirit" from the mountains.

Li Xi'an took out the bronze tripod.

Most of the ancient sword was lost in the light and heat, and he didn't have a medium to take advantage of, so he took a fancy to this huge cauldron.

This giant cauldron has a unique hole, it can accommodate many things, and the ray of divine fire is sealed in it.He had seen the magical power of the bronze tripod, so naturally he would not let the young man take it back, even if he lost the ray of divine fire, the effect of sealing and refining was still there.

While waiting for Qingyan to wake up, he sealed the majestic spirit veins in the bronze tripod.

The ancient language was recited, and the hieroglyphs engraved on the bronze tripod came to life, running around each other.

An unbelievably huge spirit descended from the sky.

Those script scripts carried the "spirit" alive among the mountains, and walked through every corner of Taihang.This time will take a very, very long time, Li Xi'an closed his eyes and waited, his breathing fluctuated and unconsciously swallowed the morning mist.The breath and the mountains are almost merged into one.

After a long time, when the Zhuan script was alive all over Taihang, the dragon-like and human-like existence sitting cross-legged among the mountains opened its fiery golden pupils.

Raising his eyes, a branch of lightning flickered on the distant land.

Then it began to rain.

The mountain rain is hazy, watering all things, and in the center of the land where Xihe descends, a cluster of green leaves emerges from the scorched black soil layer. It is clearly summer, but it can't help but remind people of the solar terms of Awakening of Insects.

Waiting for peach blossoms for the first time, waiting for Ditang for the second time.

Even the horns on the boy's head are waiting for the nesting bird.

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At the gate of the temple, a deer in seal script stepped foot.

This was the last place of its trip, and its round, dark eyes flickered with puzzlement.

Because there is no medium here, only an old monk who passed away.

(End of this chapter)