The Ancient Emperor of Fantasy

The continuous slight heartbeat came, and Tong Zixuan widened his eyes and looked at the purple-haired youth wrapped in the light of the purple bell!

"Master, he...he woke up!"

The old man smiled, and there were wisps of air all over his body, resisting the pressure from Zi Zhong.

"Yeah, after fourteen years, it's finally time to wake up!"

The old man nodded and walked towards his cultivation place. There was a jade plaque on one side, two thatched cottages, and green bricks on three sides.

There is a text on the plaque, called the Eight Views Palace! .

Chapter [-]: The Return of the Royal Dragon

The avenue is simple, the grassy cottage is faint!

On Shouyang Mountain, there is a hut as a building, a lake in front of the building, and a bell on the lake!

The purple bell rang softly, and the water in the entire Qinglian Lake was boiling, as if there was a real dragon swimming at the bottom of the lake at this time, and it was about to rise into the sky under the stimulation of the poles revealed by the purple bell.

The old Taoist sat cross-legged in the grass hut, and a grand and profound Taoist sound resounded between the heavens and the earth!

"The Tao can be the Tao...the non-constant Tao...the name can be named...the non-constant name"

"No name is the beginning of heaven and earth; "existence" is called the mother of all things. Therefore, always "nothing", I want to see its wonderful; always "existing", I want to see it. These two have the same origin but different names, the same It is called mysterious. The mysterious is mysterious, the door to all wonderful things.”

Blossoming avenues of green lotus emerged out of thin air from the surroundings of Laodao, arranged in orderly runes, which seemed to explain the truth of heaven and earth.

Lotus blossoms, avenues bloom.

"Yan...!"

The sound of the dragon's roar in the lotus lake is even louder. If a strong person with a successful cultivation base notices the movement in the lotus lake, he will definitely be shocked and unstable.

Because under the lotus lake, there is a purple dragon with a clear purple light, and it was pulled out from the ground inch by inch!As the purple dragon struggled, the entire mountain of Shouyang Mountain was shaking.

Dragon veins!That purple dragon is basically the dragon vein of this side of the world.

Purple is the ultimate, symbolizing the Lord of Heaven and Earth!

The same is true of the dragon veins. There are thousands of dragon veins in the entire prehistoric ancient star, but there are only ninety-nine purple dragon veins that suppress the world. Now there is one purple dragon vein that has been forcibly pulled away and merged into the purple emperor bell.

"With the power of creation of heaven and earth, it will be fulfilled for you. In the future, may you feed back this world~' .!"

"The highest good is like water, water is good for all things and does not fight... Living in a good place, with a good heart, but I don't fight, so there is no special... Persistence and profit is not as good as it is... Retire after success, the way of heaven."

Lao Dao sighed lightly, a powerful qi movement, as thick as the earth, as warm as soft water, came out of Lao Dao's body, soothing the restless purple dragon veins.

In conjunction with the suppression of the purple bell, a dragon head about a thousand feet in size appeared on the lotus lake, staring at the purple emperor bell suspended in the middle of the lake, and the purple dragon looked up at this side of the world.

"Yan~~~!"

With a clear whistle, the entire dragon body plunged into the purple emperor bell.

Suddenly the situation changed, and the earth cracked!

In the four corners of Shouyang Mountain, all the beasts wailed, the spirits of heaven and earth withered rapidly, and the earth became barren at a visible speed, like a land abandoned by gods under the sky.

Above the sky, there is thunder and lightning brewing, and the target is directed at the purple imperial bell below.

The purple light was faint, and the imperial bell rose into the air, carrying the body of a purple dragon that was thousands of feet tall.

"The congenital holy body can't just pass away like this, the punishment of heaven and earth will be scattered to me~!"

The slander inside Zi Zhong recovered, staring at the thunder calamity that had not yet formed in the sky, and the thunder point dissipated wherever Zhong Bo passed.

"Longlong~~!"

Thunder and lightning are roaring, and there is something unknown that seems to cross the border to punish Zi Zhong's behavior.

"Oh, this child can't die~!"

A Taiji diagram that circulated Yin and Yang emerged from the grass, covering the sky and the sun, absorbing all the remaining thunder and lightning, and suddenly there were no thunder clouds, and the sky and the earth were clear.

"Yan~Yan~~Yan~~~!"

The sound of the dragon's roar was endless, and finally, with the last dragon tail, the water in the lotus lake was brought up, and the entire purple dragon was completely submerged in the purple bell.

"When...when...when...when...!"

The imperial bell chimed softly, and the purple inscriptions circulated, resonating with the body of the sleeping purple-haired youth.

With a long whistle, the purple dragon merged into the body of the purple-haired youth.

A more violent heartbeat sounded, and with the blessing of Zi Zhong, it resounded throughout the world.

The spine of the purple-haired youth was glowing, and there was a large purple dragon winding up his spine, and the dragon seemed to break through the sky.

Wherever the dragon's tail reaches, it takes root in the sea of ​​bitterness!

The sound of the waves in the sea of ​​​​the purple-haired youth is incessant, the purple energy rises in the Taoist palace, and the pavilions and palaces rise from the ground.

The purple energy is like a dragon. Wherever it passes, the origin of the purple-haired youth that is almost spent is accumulating little by little, and a blood force that surpasses all living beings is in

recovery.

The bloodline recovery seems to have stimulated the purple dragon, and the remaining power gathered towards the dragon's head, which was going to attack the purple-haired youth's Sendai.

The old man frowned, the power of the purple dragon veins (Mah Zhao) is too huge, and it cannot be absorbed by the unconscious purple-haired youth, unless it can impact a higher realm!

".¨Dao~!"