The Unrivaled Divine Emperor

"I have been undercover in the Taoist temple for thirteen years and learned the art of summoning the dead. Hehe, for the sake of the Holy Church, today, I will kill the young generation of Hongyu."

Qingxu stood under the Ghost Mountain, looking at the Ghost Mountain shrouded by various evil gases such as death and resentment. He smiled grimly, full of evil, and then walked towards the top of the Ghost Mountain.

On the Ghost Mountain, there were gusts of cold wind, bones were everywhere, and there were traces of knife cutting and axe chopping everywhere.

Even among these traces, there are still bursts of sharp and dangerous auras until now, and some of these traces can even threaten masters at the fourth or fifth level of the Golden Core.

In that battle, the people of the Blood Sky Demon Sect invaded the Hidden Dragon Island. The Hidden Dragon Island used all its strength to fight, causing the stars to collapse and the continent to rise and fall. I don't know how many people died.

The bones and corpses all over the ground can show how tragic the battle was back then.

Qingxu went up all the way. Many palaces and attics that were once extremely glorious had already become ruins. Everything was reduced to ashes and no one was left.

Finally, Qingxu came to a palace.

This palace covers a very large area. Although it is now in ruins and seems to be completely dissipated by the wind, it can still be seen that it was magnificent in the past.

This palace was the main hall of Yinlong Island.

"Hehe, it's great. Along the way, the resentment here is the heaviest. It is a good place to perform the undead summoning technique. In these last ten days, I will give you a big gift, hehehe..."

Qingxu smiled sinisterly, then sat down cross-legged, with a strange wave emanating from his body. He began to chant in his mouth, and his hands formed a series of mysterious seals.

And with his movements, suddenly, there was a change on this ghost mountain.

Wuuwuwu, Wuuwuwu...

As if it was the wailing of the dead, the wind and clouds surged, and the eerie ghost energy covering the Ghost Mountain began to surge violently, as if the sleeping soul in it was awakened at this moment.

Kakakakaka...

A series of creepy sounds rang out.

I saw that the broken bones around me actually moved at this moment, rolling on the ground like gourds rolling all over the ground.

These bones seemed to have an attraction to each other, gathering together to form a white bone corpse demon.

And the initiator of all this, Qingxu, closed his eyes and muttered obscure words in his mouth, as if he didn't sense the changes around him.

At the same time as all these changes happened, a group of human figures were constantly approaching the Ghost Mountain.

At this moment, Chen Fan was ready to start retreating to impact the fifteenth level of "Wanxiang Shen Gong".

Now his cultivation has broken through to the level of the fifth-turn golden elixir, and his strength has reached a new level. Even if he faces a supreme master of the ninth-turn golden elixir, he can still fight.

He no longer expects to break through to the divine infant realm before the end of the training, because this is simply impossible.

During this period, he focused on refining the blood of the real dragon, killing countless monsters with the blood of the real dragon, and has refined hundreds of drops of the real dragon blood.

Of course, there is still a big difference between these real dragon blood and the real real dragon blood, and they are not even comparable.

After all, an adult real dragon is a god, and a drop of real dragon blood is divine blood, which contains extremely terrifying energy, and one drop can crush the ages.

If Chen Fan can get a drop of real real dragon blood, let alone let "Wanxiang Shen Gong" reach the fifteenth level of the great perfection realm, even let Chen Fan become a real dragon.

At the beginning, in the Dragon Mountain Blessed Land, the pool of Yinglong blood was not the real blood of the true dragon god, because the Yinglong was not yet an adult, but was already crossing the divine tribulation, and there was already a trace of divinity in the dragon blood.

But even if that drop of Yinglong blood had not reached the level of divine blood, it also collapsed time and space and fell into the Dragon Mountain Blessed Land. After countless years, even if the energy in the dragon blood was lost, it also brought great benefits to Chen Fan and Qin Yao.

Now the true dragon blood extracted by Chen Fan, if it is really said, is probably equivalent to a trace of true dragon blood.

After all, these monsters only contain true dragon blood in their bodies, not the descendants of true dragons, and this kind of blood power can be said to be quite thin.

Otherwise, if these monsters really have very powerful true dragon blood in their bodies, I am afraid that each of them can have the strength of the Divine Infant Realm and the Tiangang Realm.

Hundreds of drops of true dragon blood, put together, are only the size of Chen Fan's fist.

"I hope I can take this last step!"

A sharp look flashed in Chen Fan's eyes.

He has now reached the peak of the 14th level of the "Wanxiang Divine Art". As long as he takes the last half step, he can reach the perfect state of the 15th level.

At that time, the strength of the physical body will reach a terrifying level. The power of Wanxiang can be used casually, and the strength of the physical body can challenge the powerful strong men in the realm of the Divine Infant.

A wave of throbbing came from his body. Chen Fan no longer hesitated and directly activated the "Wanxiang Divine Art" to absorb the energy in this group of true dragon blood.

As soon as these energies entered the body, they immediately spread throughout the limbs, flesh and bones. The blood and flesh cells of the whole body made happy sounds, as if they had eaten the long-awaited delicacy.

At the same time, Chen Fan's physical body became stronger again, and the "Wanxiang Divine Art" was also moving towards the perfect state of the 15th level little by little.

Time passed slowly for five days.

During these five days, Chen Fan was fully immersed in cultivation, refining the power of the blood of the real dragon, making his body stronger and stronger, and a strong aura of oppression continued to bloom.

With Chen Fan as the center, a wave of transparent air, like a stream of water, rippled around him.

Although this ball of real dragon blood only had a trace of the power of the real dragon blood, the power of a trace of the real dragon blood was terrifying enough to push Chen Fan's "Wanxiang Divine Art" to the fifteenth level of perfection.

At this moment, in Chen Fan's flesh and blood cells, it seemed that there were countless ancient dragon elephants roaring, swinging their long trunks, and rolling down the stars in the sky.

"Wanxiang Divine Art" gave birth to the power of the ancient giant elephant, and Chen Fan had a powerful real dragon bloodline in his body. The combination of the two gave birth to the power of the dragon elephant, the ancient dragon elephant.

Ancient dragon elephants awakened in Chen Fan's flesh and blood cells and acupoints all over his body, bursting out with terrifying power, pushing Chen Fan's body to a new world.

Crack!

The sound of a butterfly emerging from a cocoon.

In Chen Fan's body, it seemed that an egg had broken, or an embryo had awakened. A majestic breath penetrated the top of his head and rushed straight into the sky.

Suddenly, violent airflow formed gusts of wind, swirling behind his body.

Faintly, you can see a mountain-like ancient dragon elephant, with a wild, violent, and trampling breath, rumbling out from the depths of the void.

Buzz buzz buzz...

Chen Fan's pores all over his body ejected airflow, like a long whistle, and like a bee buzzing.

At this moment, Chen Fan opened his eyes and stood up.

As he moved, the muscles in his body were jumping and exploding inch by inch.

The ancient dragon elephant was resurrected, and a suffocating feeling of oppression instantly filled the sky and earth, and the air stopped flowing.