Reflect the world

Chapter 322
The days of staying in the ancient temple of the Endless Mountains were boring and tedious. After convincing the ancient gods and mastering the Nine Nether Bone Formation, Tang Xuanming thought that the level of hell had been reduced to an easy difficulty.

Listening to Zijin Shenlong's shrill screams every day has even made him a habit, and he feels uncomfortable if he doesn't listen to a few words every day.

The ancient god also sat on the steps in front of the Bone Temple with great interest every day, first listening to the Zijin Shenlong's screams for half an hour, and then chatting with Tang Xuanming about the Zijin Shenlong's screams.

The knowledge of the ancient god is very extensive. After all, he used to be the strongest among the jihad angels in the Western Heaven Realm.

He also once communicated with the most legendary Chen Zhan in this era, and his life can be called a legend.

Chatting with him allowed Tang Xuanming to master a lot of knowledge, and of course chatting with Tang Xuanming also shocked the ancient gods.

He found that Tang Xuanming didn't know much about the basic knowledge of various aspects, but he was very familiar with the secrets of the strongest in the world.

Occasionally, Tang Xuanming talked about Chen Zhan and the top powerhouses in the heavens from Tang Xuanming's mouth. Tang Xuanming was not stage frightened, and he spoke clearly and clearly.

Even Tang Xuanming knew the situation of his wife and son very well.

He even told him why his wife wanted to kill his two brothers, which made him sigh.

He completely believed that Tang Xuanming's master was a supreme figure, and he was very likely to be able to influence the pattern of heaven and earth.

He was not so repulsive to Tang Xuanming, and even stooped and tapped on the Jiuyou Bone Formation a few times, then smiled and said to Tang Xuanming: "This is an old immortal vigilance."

That should be one of his backhands, a method that can check and balance Tang Xuanming.

It was only later that Tang Xuanming chatted with him, which made him completely trust Tang Xuanming, and he voluntarily gave up that round of backhand. This was the only accident that occurred within nine days.

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The Nine Nether Bone Formation has been in operation for the ninth day, and the roars from the depths of the ground are almost gone, and the occasional sound is not as angry and irritable as before, but full of weakness.

The ancient god listened carefully for a while, then smiled and said: "He has no strength anymore, his body is still strong, but he no longer has the strength to move, you can strike now."

The fact is just as God of Stocks said, with the aid of the fused Nine Nether Bone Formation, Tang Xuanming saw that deep underground, in the space opened up by the formation, a hundred-foot-high dragon crouched powerlessly in it.

Lightning appeared continuously in the void, striking at the body of the divine dragon, but the huge monster hundreds of feet long was like a dead snake, only twitching once in a while, and never moved again.

He didn't seem to have any injuries on his body, but the purple-gold scales all over his body were dull, and his pair of dragon eyes were half-closed, like frost-beaten eggplants, wilted.

He had already looked like this half a day ago, but Tang Xuanming was still worried, so he controlled the thunder and lightning for another half a day.

It was basically confirmed by now that the Zijin Shenlong couldn't even yell at it, so it was considered a complete stop.

"Then I'll try it."

Tang Xuanming nodded to the ancient god, followed the ancient god's previous instructions, tapped a few times in the void, and performed the Nirvana Art, the whole person disappeared directly in place, and then appeared in the space opened by the Jiuyou White Bone Formation.

He sat down on the head of the Zijin Shenlong. This mighty beast suddenly bounced and let out a feeble moan, which startled Tang Xuanming.

But this is already the limit that the Zijin Shenlong can do. His dragon energy is exhausted in the fight against lightning, and his spiritual power is also consumed to almost nothing in the process of fighting against countless demon souls.

Now barely moving is the limit of what he can do.

"Hey! Don't be afraid, it won't hurt very much."

Tang Xuanming smiled brightly, and gently stroked the scales of the Zijin Shenlong with his hands. The body of this powerful divine beast trembled slightly, as if it was frightened.

Tang Xuanming, on the other hand, felt the powerful force flowing in this dragon's body, and was extremely satisfied.

Like a butcher, he pressed and pressed, patted and patted on Zijin Shenlong's body, as if he was considering where to cut his knife, this gesture made the Zijin Shenlong tremble again.

After pondering for a long time, Tang Xuanming walked to the side of the dragon head that was taller than him, chose the position under the head where the neck is, pinched a scale with his hands, looked at the soft flesh underneath, smiled with satisfaction, and then It was a powerful sword qi spewing out.

The body of Zijin Shenlong in a semi-conscious state trembled, and a wound about two feet long appeared at the place where Tang Xuanming hit, from which spots of red blood flowed out.

Tang Xuanming looked solemn, his whole body turned into several phantoms, and quickly slapped different parts of Zijin Shenlong's body.

"Juyuan!"

A moment later, Tang Xuanming stood at the place where the wound was, and pressed his right hand hard on the wound.

Even in a coma, the Zijin Shenlong began to convulse violently, as if suffering great pain, Tang Xuanming had no choice but to use formations to restrain the Zijin Shenlong.

And beside his right hand, a pool of crimson blood with a little bit of gold slowly gathered.

At first, it was only the size of a fingernail, and then it continued to grow in size. After half an hour, it turned into a mass of purple-gold blood that was the size of a heart and flowed continuously.

A purple-gold dragon can be vaguely seen on the surface, constantly circulating and roaring from time to time.

Tang Xuanming glanced at the Zijin Shenlong whose body had shrunk from hundreds of feet to about thirty feet, and swallowed the ball of blood in one gulp.

At that moment, it was like swallowing a volcano.

Raging and majestic power erupted from his abdomen, and flowed along the whole body according to some kind of wonderful trajectory.

There was a clear sound of dragon roars from the limbs and bones, and the exposed skin even grew purple-gold scales in an instant, but slowly disappeared with Tang Xuanming's breathing, and returned to its original appearance.

The ancient god who had been listless and seemed to fall asleep at any time was originally seated on the steps of the ancient temple, but he kept staring at the bottom of the giant bone mountain.

Layers of white bones and the Jiuyou Bone Formation seemed unable to block his sight, his pupils clearly reflected what Tang Xuanming did in the Jiuyou Bone Formation.

When he saw scales growing out of Tang Xuanming's body, the ancient god suddenly stood up, and his muddy eyes became clear again, as deep and deep as an ancient pool that could not be seen to the bottom.
"Stealing the sky and changing the sun? Forcibly plundering the blood of a dragon, what kind of method is this?"

(End of this chapter)