The Dragon Hunting Holy Land is a domain unknown to Chu Ming, called the Dragon Hunting Domain.
This place is where some elders and even the Dragon Hunting Lord live.
In a huge dragon-headed castle, a meeting was taking place.
"Who is that person? He can destroy all monsters and resentful spirits with just one word. He can also open a barrier to teleport people out. If it is the remnant soul of a monster dragon, there is no reason for him to save us Dragon Hunter Holy Land people, but not
If so, who can do whatever they want in the body of the demon dragon?"
An old voice was full of doubts.
"Could it be...the remnant soul of our ancestor?"
It was an old man's voice again.
"What!" Each voice was full of shock: "How is this possible? It has been so many years since the Dragon Soul Festival has been started. When have I ever heard of the remnant soul of the ancestor? If so, how could it not be seen for so long..."
Although I say it again, it is full of uncertainty.
"Don't think about it in advance. The Dragon Soul Sacrifice has been inexplicably blocked. If a certain disciple gets the opportunity, that's all. But if the demon dragon is resurrected, it will be an unprecedented catastrophe in our Dragon Hunting Holy Land. You should be prepared."
."
At the highest point in the castle, an old voice sounded like spring thunder, and everyone immediately bowed and left.
Everyone was gone, except for an old man with an immortal spirit. This man was slightly thin, but his eyes shone with a very attractive light. The old man stroked his beard and murmured: "First, the World Rat.
Missing, and now there’s something wrong with the Dragon Soul Festival again, it’s been a troubled year.”
Wild Peak.
The old ghost took two gulps of wine: "Pojun, are you sure?"
Beside him, Shitou, Senior Brother, and Zhao Pojun were all there. Zhao Pojun smiled when he heard this and said: "Disciple, I am sure that although the junior brother has not returned, I have left my own on the defensive formation I gave him.
The soul is fluctuating, I can feel his breath, and it is growing stronger."
The old ghost nodded, with a flash of surprise in his eyes: "It seems that this little guy has gained a lot of benefits."
"Lanting Peak, Lan Ruolin would like to meet you."
At this moment, outside the wild peak, Lan Ruolin's voice floated in softly. Listen carefully, you can see that it is no longer as cold as before. This voice is full of worry. She is wearing a long skirt that reaches her ankles, her eyebrows are slightly frowned, and she is stunningly beautiful.
His face is no longer sickly white.
She is even more beautiful at this moment.
"Here we go again, old drunkard. Junior brother is very lucky. Just as Miss Zi'er left, junior sister Ruolin came." Shitou chuckled evilly.
In addition to the ancient castle and Yefeng, the entire Dragon Hunting Holy Land is talking about a mysterious figure. This person is extremely powerful. Even in the body of a demon dragon, he can kill thousands of demon beasts and resentful spirits with one word, and save them from escaping from the demon dragon.
Inside the dragon body.
That man is the hero of his disciples!
It's a pity that no one knows who he is, but he exists in everyone's hearts.
Synonymous with power and mystery...
Time is like water, in the blink of an eye, a month has passed...
During this month, the Dragon Soul Sacrifice matter gradually subsided, but the discussion about the mysterious man did not lose any enthusiasm. After all, he was their savior, and his ability to follow his words made everyone
People are shocked.
Lanting Peak, Lan Ruolin, she stood on the top of the peak, as if she wanted to be blown away by the wind, her pretty face was a little red from the cold wind, she touched her cold face, feeling the trembling body temperature, and smiled: "
So this is what it feels like to be cold." Her smile was like a proud plum blossom in the snow.
"You said we'd meet outside, but it's been a month. When will you come back?" Lan Ruolin sighed softly.
Baima Peak, Long Zi.
This girl has become taciturn since she came back from the Dragon Soul Festival, and she is not as chatty as before. She often stands on the top of the peak, looking in the direction of the platform of life and death, waiting for something. She seems to have grown up in a month.
In the blink of an eye, another two months have passed, and a full three months have passed since the Dragon Soul Festival!
In the Dragon Soul Sacrifice that was sealed for no reason.
Chu Ming sat cross-legged and meditated. He had never moved in the past three months. Although the golden dragon soul entered his body, he did not have time to refine it at that time. It was not until today that he finally completely refined the remaining soul.
A clean one.
Boom, a terrifying coercion burst out from Chu Ming's body.
This is not the pressure of a strong person, but a kind of pressure that can only be possessed by a superior person, as if it is an aura that can only be possessed by those who have experienced countless things, seen countless lives and deaths, and dominate everything.
Chu Ming opened his eyes slightly. A sense of vicissitudes of life that was inconsistent with his age flashed in his eyes. The feeling came and went quickly. It disappeared again in an instant, and Chu Ming sighed.
, finally stood up.
"The remnant soul of the Dragon Clan is really powerful, but just a tiny bit of it took me three months." Chu Ming smiled faintly, and then a light suddenly appeared in his eyes: "But it's worth it!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a powerful aura suddenly dispersed from Chu Ming's body. The original one hundred meridians continued to break through, and the golden light swayed the entire demon dragon's body, one, two, ten, twenty, fifty.
, eighty!!
A total of eighty meridians!
Relying on that pure dragon soul, Chu Ming's strength reached the limit that this place could bear!
And he knew that if he were not bound by this place, he could break through more, and this breakthrough would have no sequelae, because this is the power of the soul, the power of the soul that has recognized its master, just like this power, it belongs to
He Chu Ming!
There was still some power overflowing and being integrated into the bones, but unfortunately, the second transformation of the Dragon God was still not completed. The dragon-shaped true energy in Chu Ming's body became more solid, as if it wanted to come out of the body and soar into the sky!
That is the dragon energy from ancient times!
Chu Ming has become the true descendant of the dragon. When he completes the ninth transformation of the Dragon God, he will transform into a dragon again and show the power of the dragon clan! On the back of his neck, a scale grows out. That belongs to him, Chu Ming.
The reverse scale!
The dragon has reverse scales, which will cause anger if touched!
Outsiders cannot understand the mystery of the dragon clan's reverse scale. Chu Ming, who has not completed the second transformation of Dragon God, cannot understand it either. He can only explore step by step. In the future, he will discover the true purpose and tyranny of this reverse scale.
On that day, his name will shock the world!
"ah!"
Chu Ming looked up to the sky and roared, and the sound echoed like a dragon's roar. All the resentful spirits and monsters in the Dragon Soul Festival were lying on the ground, their bodies trembling constantly, as if their emperor had been resurrected again!
Chu Ming's breath was long and he roared for ten minutes before he stopped!
The refreshing feeling in his body made him want to continue roaring, but the voice of the demon dragon before his death echoed in his mind: "My name is Long Aotian, remember, take my heart back to my hometown, I am a dragon."
If a hero dies, he must die there!"
Chu Ming was actually a little confused as to why he was killed by the Dragon Hunting Ancestor since he was a dragon hero.
He walked outside the huge heart and frowned at the ancient broken knife. Perhaps because he was fused with Long Aotian's soul, he was extremely disgusted with the aura emanating from the broken knife, and his eyes flashed.
A flash of blood.
"snort!"
He jumped up suddenly, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and grabbed the handle of the knife!