The calm, mirror-like water surface of Tianchi suddenly exploded, and a tail of silver scales stretched out its body. However, its palm-sized body gradually grew to about the size of a foot. However, as its body stretched, the original fine silver scales began to fall off, and pieces of golden scales grew.
When it came out, silver whiskers also grew under its chin.
In just a short moment, this small silver-scale fish jumped out of the water, changed its head and horns, and turned into an arowana. However, the transformation of this ichthyosaur has not stopped, this is just the beginning.
Yin ~
The originally majestic roar gradually became clearer and melodious, and possessed a power that made all creatures admire. The ichthyosaur's seemingly huge body began to become slender and slender, and the scales under the abdomen were torn, and there were
Five-toed dragon claws poked out.
Feng Qing'an watched in shock as he took out a silver scale from the cave and turned it into a "golden dragon" more than three feet long in the Dragon Transformation Pond.
"What kind of dragon is this?"
Feng Qingan couldn't help but let out a breath when he saw the golden dragon surging in the Dragon Transformation Pond, but he still took a serious look.
[Race: Buddhist Tianlong]
[Attributes: spirit, dragon, water, thunder]
[Potential Level: Warrior·Superior]
[Combat power level: Lord·Medium]
I don’t know what price Buddhism paid to allow the Dragon Clan to tolerate the continued existence of the Hualong Pond, but the Dragon Clan strictly restricted the use of the Hualong Pond and required the scaly beings wallowing in the Evolved Dragon Pond to possess the most basic qualities.
"Of course."
Feng Qing'an was also puzzled. He threw a fish into the pond, but he was so full that he had nothing to do, showing his extremely low moral quality.
With this kind of thing, even if it draws the sky thunder, it will only be struck to death by the sky thunder. How can it survive two heavens and meet the minimum standards required by the dragon clan.
The burly monk with an amiable face answered kindly with a smile, his attitude seemed very humble.
The newly born dragon in the Hualong Pond not far away not only has an unstable foundation, but also has no foundation for cultivation. It has a huge spiritual power transformed through the Dragon Pond, but it is empty and useless.
The sad expression on the angular face of the great monk was barely tense. Unlike the Taoist sect that emphasizes being out of the world and staying away from the world, a considerable part of their Buddhist sect involves faith and aspiration, which will inevitably involve the mundane world.
"Master, why don't you take action yourself?"
Of course Feng Qing'an wouldn't do it. He didn't care at first, but now he has become like this, and he was asked to execute the little dragon. How could he do it?
"What does the master want?"
But he wanted to try whether the Dragon Transformation Pond was really that magical. Now that the legend had been verified, what he had to do now was naturally very simple.
"I wonder what the disaster Master Yinkong mentioned?"
How can a dragon scale and skin rolled out of the Dragon Transformation Pond compete with a real dragon that has been tempered and transformed through numerous tribulations?
"Amitabha, donor, you have caused trouble!"
"It's easy to say, as long as I let it survive two catastrophes, the Dragon Clan won't ask any more questions, right?"
The Hualong Pond, which had been destroyed by the Dragon Clan, exists because of the Dragon Clan's permission. Buddhism and the Dragon Clan have reached an agreement in this regard.
A string of Buddhist beads the size of a baby's head hangs around his neck. On his shirtless upper body, nine powerful golden dragon tattoos can be seen slowly swimming around. These nine dragon tattoos are all lifelike, as if they will break free from his skin in the next moment.
Flying out, tearing the heaven and the earth apart, shaking all the wastelands.
"Since my move will cause disaster, master, why don't you stop me when I go up the mountain?"
"No wonder he was overthrown by the Dragon Clan!"
"Don't be nervous, master. Please take a closer look. I'm just cleaning my armor."
But it has an appearance that is closer to a real dragon than any dragon he has ever seen. It can even be said to be no different from a real dragon. Of course, Feng Qingan cannot guarantee that, after all, he has never seen a real dragon with his own eyes.
.
The Buddhist Tianlong, whose racial potential is still at the warrior level, but has the spiritual power of the great demon level, if he encounters a true dragon with the same spiritual power, for example, he will be killed by one, ten, or a hundred will be killed.
There is nothing surprising about killing thousands, or even massacres.
"Master, what do you think?"
In the secular world, it is natural to encounter Confucianism. In Xilan Continent, where Buddhist forces dominate, the problem is not big. Almost no forces other than Buddhism can establish a foundation here. But outside of Xilan Continent,
In Asia, it's completely different.
Feng Qing'an pretended not to have heard the last part of what the great monk said and went straight to him for advice.
Feng Qing'an pointed at the little Tianlong who had a good skin in the air, but was actually a straw bag inside.
When Feng Qing'an lamented that Buddhism's heavenly dragons were weak, the Buddha's name was chanted, and a tall and strong monk, whose specific age could not be determined based on his appearance alone, appeared in front of him.
"Why should I go down the mountain?"
The monk did not play charades with Feng Qing'an. He stretched out his hand and made Feng Qing'an look at the newborn dragon surging in the water of Hualong Pond, absorbing the spiritual essence in the water.
"Master Feng Donor, what are you doing?"
There is no need for any screening, just roll into the Dragon Transformation Pond and you will be able to transform into the appearance of a real dragon. Once a person with this appearance fights with a powerful enemy, even if his physique has been improved by tens of thousands compared to the original, he will still only be tortured and killed.
share.
Hearing Feng Qing'an's words, the great monk couldn't help but murmur in his heart. He couldn't figure out where the confidence of the young man in front of him came from. The intensity of the heavenly tribulation was not fixed, but was closely related to the condition of the person who had overcome the tribulation.
The great monk had a sad look on his face.
"So I break the agreement between your Buddhist clan and the dragon clan?"
"The poor monk's Dharma name is empty and he should not be called a master."
Looking at the identification information that came to mind, Feng Qingan suddenly realized that this little creature that could transform into a dragon through the Dragon Transformation Pond could be said to be the weakest dragon he had ever seen along the way.
“Confucianism and Legalism?!”
The reason why the Dragon Clan went to war with Buddhism back then was not only because the Hualong Pond had tarnished the Dragon Clan's bloodline, but also because of the Buddhist behavior, which greatly damaged the majesty established by the True Dragon throughout the ages.
Plop~
A stream of golden light flew out from the young man's collar. Under the slightly astonished gaze of the great monk, it plunged into the now somewhat chaotic water of the Hualong Pond.
It's okay to be weak, and it's okay to be inferior to a real dragon, but you can't look like a real dragon and be easily killed.
After all, the legendary Buddhist Heavenly Dragon still has the peak record of being able to fight with the real dragon if ten of them are gathered together. But this Heavenly Dragon in front of you, let alone ten, can only be slaughtered by the real dragon even if there are hundreds or thousands of them.
Of course, he shouldn't have such a crotch-stretching performance. The real Tianlong should be stronger.
The great monk explained the reason, but there was a bloody cruelty in it.
The monk's deep voice spoke above Tianchi, which also made Feng Qing'an suddenly realize.
"What the donor doesn't know is that we, the Tianlong Temple, have reached an agreement with the dragon clan. We need to survive twenty-nine heavenly tribulations and fail to become a true dragon. Only then can we enter the pool and give birth to a sky dragon scale skin."
"Amitabha, monks don't lie. The poor monk wants to ask the donor to take action and finish the fruit he has sown."
"The Dragon Clan cannot tolerate such a weak Heavenly Dragon existing in the world."
To survive the twenty-nine heavenly tribulations, that is to say, one needs to survive the Yuan Dan tribulation and the human-immortal tribulation. After passing through the two heavenly tribulations, the rotten fish and shrimps are basically screened out. Those who can survive, no matter what means they use,
They can be regarded as standing on the top of billions of living beings.
"If you can do this, it will certainly not damage the agreement between our Buddhist clan and the dragon clan."
"Monks should be compassionate and should not violate the precept of killing!"
Although the vast majority of them will never cause thunder disasters of their own in this life, there will eventually be a very small number of them who can cause thunder disasters for various reasons, but their end will basically not be too good, if not
Special methods will basically turn them into ashes.
Therefore, there are often news of geniuses falling under thunderous catastrophes. Even geniuses will fall into the disasters, let alone those monks whose cultivation foundation is not stable.
Feng Qing'an pointed at the little Tianlong who was happily spitting water in the Tianchi. This little thing still didn't realize how dangerous his situation was.
"Master, are you exaggerating? It's just a silver scale that has not gone through the tribulation. So what if it turns into a celestial dragon?"
The great monk's face suddenly darkened. He raised his head and glanced at the two guardian gods guarding the Hualong Pond. But what made him feel even more depressed and uncomfortable was that the two guardian gods guarding this place didn't say anything.
I have no intention of expelling this beast.
"This is the trouble!"
"The poor monk thought that the benefactor was just going up the mountain to take a look, but he never thought that the benefactor would throw a silver scale into the lake and cause such a disaster."
However, Feng Qingan could clearly see that the Tianlong soaked in the pool's water had a racial potential that was originally unbearable to look at, but was slowly improving at a very impressive rate.
Under this situation, if you meet the conditions, enter the Dragon Transformation Pond, roll out a body of Heavenly Dragon scales, and transform into the body of a Heavenly Dragon, if you gather ten of them, you will have the combat power to fight a real dragon. This is considered
The real Buddhist Heavenly Dragon.
"The benefactor sows the cause, and the benefactor bears the remaining consequences."
Feng Qingan understood clearly that if a Tianlong who looked like a real dragon was too weak, he would not even be qualified to live - being weak was okay, but having the appearance of a Tianlong was not allowed to be weak.
From his own impression, he knew that there were no less than ten powerful Confucian practitioners in various continents, and they launched a war to exterminate Buddhism against their Buddhist sect.
It's understandable that you don't want to do it yourself and get your hands stained with blood, but since it's you who caused the trouble, you must cover up all the troubles that may cause it. As for whether the young man can handle it or not, the great monk feels completely
Don't worry, after all, there are Buddhists to support you.
When Feng Qing'an heard this, he immediately became unconcerned. He had just survived two heavenly tribulations. He could help. He would survive after surviving. If he couldn't survive, he could fall in the state of a celestial dragon, which was almost the same as a real dragon.
It's a blessing.
The great monk Yinkong replied.
But what's the use of just looking close to a real dragon? The reason why the Dragon Clan dominates the world is not based on looks. The Dragon Clan's prestige has been built down from generation to generation since the beginning of the world.
But now, after he had finished everything, the great monk suddenly jumped out and warned him that this would cause trouble. Feng Qing'an's rebellious mood was suddenly aroused, even though he knew that this seemingly honest and honest monk
The monk may be plotting against him, but Feng Qingan doesn't want to bear it at all.
Feng Qing'an just wanted to try out the quality of the Hualong Pond and verify whether its effect was as legendary.
"I have met the master, but I don't know what he calls him?"
Feng Qing'an didn't know why. Compared to its mighty appearance, this new-born Tianlong was pitifully weak. What kind of trouble could this thing cause? Not to mention the two guardian gods next to it.
He can easily crush this thing to death if he takes action on his own.
It was just ignorant just now. Even though it transformed into the body of a dragon and its spirituality increased greatly, it did not have much experience and did not have any complex thinking. It was ignorant and naive. It just had a curiosity about everything, and for
The long-haired boy on the shore felt close to him.
"Can this also be called a disaster?"
"Oh, it's just a small problem, I will solve it."
The great monk is also a little puzzled. Since he appears here, it means that he is not happy to see this guy continue to toss the Hualong Pond. This is not a plaything for children, but one of the secret inheritance places of their Tianlong Temple.
Feng Qing'an understood the great monk's intention. After all, his intention was very simple, which was to kill the young Tianlong that had just been born in the Hualong Pond.
“Don’t the donor plan to go down the mountain?”
This kind of request made by the Dragon Clan is completely understandable, and Buddhism will not refuse it, because it is also beneficial to them.
"I wonder if Master has other things to do?"
Under this situation, it is impossible for any Buddhist cultivator who knows anything about it to have any good intentions towards those guys who are related to Confucianism. The problem is that the young man in front of him has a face that is very similar to their Buddhist disciples. It is difficult to be disrespectful even if he wants to.
ah.
"What a coincidence. I have also studied Confucianism and Legalism, and I am about to cultivate a heart of benevolence and righteousness. I really can't say anything about these beings who have nothing to do with me, but are causing trouble because of my fault.
I don’t have the slightest intention to kill.”
A group of stinky fish and rotten shrimps, pretending to be real dragons, were tortured and killed by the enemies of the Dragon Clan. How could the Dragon Clan endure such humiliation? So the war broke out.
Feng Qing'an pointed with a smile at the increasingly turbulent water of the Hualong Pond, where two golden-scaled dragons could be seen playing and quarreling with each other, but one of them didn't have any vitality at all. It was a piece of dragon-shaped armor.
"It's just armor! That's good, that's good."
Finding that the situation was not as bad as he expected, the great monk slowly breathed a sigh of relief, but he quickly realized that a few veins on his forehead were stretched, what a shit,
"Donor, the divine potential in the water of this Dragon Transformation Pond is limited. If you waste it like this, it will delay the birth of the Heavenly Dragon."