Supreme Dragon Soul.

Chapter 184: Deprivation of identity! Seven Transformations of the True Dragon!
The figure that appeared in the stone room was wrapped in hazy brilliance. No matter how hard he tried to look, he could still not see his face clearly. He just had a pair of bright eyes, like the sun rising across the sky and a meteor falling to the ground!

Although it is just a projection, its momentum is like that of a king descending on the earth, making people fearful and making them want to kneel down involuntarily!

Sun Ying raised his head and lowered his head, his body trembling slightly.

The stalwart figure stood with his hands behind his back, as if standing on the nine heavens, looking down at the people, glanced at Sun Yingyang, and said:
"It turns out to be you. When I gave you the soul smoke and asked you to monitor the Luo family, I once said that if there was no important matter, you should not light the soul smoke to disturb me. Do you remember?"

Sun Yingyang trembled and said: "I always keep this in mind! This time I contacted the venerable, and I really have something important to tell you!"

"What's the matter?" The figure said indifferently.

Sun Yingyang said hurriedly: "It is related to the formation of the bloodline of the Ji family in Qishan City..."

"Humph!"

Before Sun Yingyang finished speaking, a cold snort exploded like thunder, and the entire stone room shook.

Staring at Sun Yingyang, the figure's eyes shone with divine light, and his disdainful voice bloomed like spring buds:
"A waste, does he deserve to be called a Ji family bloodline?"

Just a cold snort made Sun Yingyang's energy and blood surge, and he almost vomited blood, and said hurriedly:
"Sir, please calm down! It was a villain who made a mistake!"

The figure was a little impatient. He stared at Sun Yingyang and said: "A waste who has awakened the useless martial soul is as useless as an ant, and you actually lit the soul smoke for him. Tell me, what happened? There is no suitable reason. You know the consequences. "

Cold sweat broke out on Sun Yingyang's forehead. He regretted contacting the other party. He took a deep breath and said:
"Your Majesty, I met this Luo Cheng four months ago, when he just broke through the Mortal Transformation Realm. When I saw him yesterday, he already had the strength to rival a Tongxuan Realm warrior!"

"Oh?"

The figure's eyes were slightly surprised.

Sun Yingyang said: "Not only that, he has also achieved the seventh level of transformation from mortal to golden body!"

Hearing this, the figure's eyes flashed, and the bright light on his body surged, revealing his uneasy mood.

"Golden Body Realm... Are you serious about this?"

Sun Yingyang said respectfully: "How dare you, a villain, deceive your venerable master?"

"A waste who awakened the useless martial spirit actually cultivated into the seventh stage of transformation into the golden body..."

The figure's eyes were so bright that it was impossible to look directly at them.

After pondering for a moment, the figure asked Sun Yingyang: "What do you think about this matter?"

Sun Yingyang thought about it for a moment and said: "He can't have such potential on his own! There must be something fishy here, maybe someone is secretly helping... I heard that when Luo Cheng awakened his martial soul, he threatened to challenge the Ji family Son of God, it’s a matter of honor and disgrace to the Ji family, so I contacted His Holiness.”

"A waste born from a mortal is not worthy to be compared with Master Yuan Hao. The challenge is just a joke."

The figure snorted disdainfully and said, "You said someone was secretly helping you, do you think they are members of my Ji family?"

Sun Yingyang didn't speak, which was regarded as acquiescence.

A waste that has awakened a useless martial spirit has grown to such an extent in just a few months, which requires a huge amount of resources!

The small Luo family in Qishan City cannot support it at all.

Not to mention cultivating the golden body state.

This is no longer a question of resources.

An extraordinary method is needed!
In the entire Dai Viet Dynasty, no force could do it.

Otherwise, no one in the Dai Viet Dynasty would have cultivated the Golden Body for hundreds of years.

After hearing Sun Yingyang's words, the figure's eyes changed and he softly said:

"Ever since Luo Cheng awakened the Wasted Martial Spirit, even the elder Yaoguang, who was most partial to him in the clan, changed his attitude and agreed to deprive him of his family status and banish him completely. It is impossible for anyone to be unhappy and willing to waste energy on a useless person. ..." "However, what you said is not unreasonable. I will let people investigate this matter."

Sun Yingyang said again: "Your Majesty, there is one more thing."

"Say!"

"Do we still need to monitor the Luo family in the future?"

"I asked you to monitor the Luo family before because I didn't want the father and son to cause unnecessary trouble in the Ji family. Now, the father and son, one is disabled and the other is a waste, will never be able to leave the Yunlan Domain Group in their lifetime. Naturally, there is no need to monitor anything."

Sun Yingyang said: "What if two people die?"

The figure's body was radiant, like a god, and he spoke indifferently:
"I have already said that Luo Cheng has been deprived of his family status. From now on, this person will have nothing to do with my Ji family!"

"Okay, that's the end of this matter. You are not allowed to use my soul smoke again in the future!"

The divine voice surged, causing Sun Ying to raise his head and roar.

When he woke up, the stone room had returned to normal, leaving only the half-burned soul smoke in the purple gold furnace.

Everything just seemed like an illusion!

Standing up, Sun Yingyang couldn't help but sneer, his eyes dark:

"Luo Hong, I hope you father and son will take care of themselves! Otherwise, I won't be so polite in the future!"

Because of the Ji family's relationship, Sun Yingyang never dared to go too far.

Now there is nothing to worry about.

Xuanyuan Sect, Cuiliu Peak!
After Luo Cheng, Yu Yue and others separated, they returned directly to the courtyard where they lived.

Walking into the practice ground, Luo Cheng casually punched the half-remaining practice post.

Boom!

There was a loud noise, and the practice pile exploded, and the fragments scattered all over the ground.

"Well, as expected, the strength has increased again, at least about 170,000 kilograms!"

Looking at the exploding practice pile, Luo Cheng's eyes brightened.

When fighting Su Lan and others, Luo Cheng felt that his flesh and bones were becoming tougher little by little, and his physical strength was constantly improving, so that in the end, he was able to kill Jiang Xinglie, who had broken through the Tongxuan realm, with just one punch!

Luo Cheng was not surprised by this result.

How could it be possible for two half-step masters of Xuanwu, the martial soul essence of more than twenty masters of the Mortal Transformation Realm, and dozens of various spiritual pills to be completely refined in just one day!

These remaining essences and medicinal powers were stimulated through battle, which allowed his strength to increase rapidly.

Luo Cheng estimated that his current physical strength was just as strong as that of a late-stage Tongxuan realm warrior!

"Huh? True Dragon Art is about to break through the seventh level!"

Closing his eyes and looking inside, Luo Cheng was shocked to find that scales had grown, like a dragon's dragon energy, and it had taken on new changes.

Four small meat bags bulged out from Long Qi's body, as if something was about to come out!
There are nine levels of True Dragon Art, and each level corresponds to a change in dragon energy. This is obviously a sign of a breakthrough!
"Very good. As long as the True Dragon Art breaks through to the seventh level, my physical strength can continue to improve! By then, even if I face Yan Qi, the chance of winning will not be less than 50%! If I advance to the Tongxuan realm again..."

With a sneer, Luo Cheng walked directly to the middle of the training ground, sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes, and attacked the seventh level of the True Dragon Art with all his strength!
Time passes little by little.

hold head high!
Half a day later, accompanied by the illusory dragon's roar, strange rhythms erupted from Luo Cheng's body, and an unpredictable majesty swept through the entire Green Willow Peak in an instant!

(End of this chapter)