At this time, the inner elixir spit out by Ao Xuan can only be regarded as a demon elixir. If his transformation is successful, his inner elixir will become a dragon ball, and he will become the first dragon god in the Daluo world in thousands of years.
Although the laws of the Daluo Realm are perfect, there has been no Dragon God born in this world for nearly a thousand years.
Looking for its origin, it is actually inextricably related to the Hualong Pond. The reason why the Hualong Pond contains the essence and blood of ten thousand dragons is that it was caused by the dragon clan that was massacred by Kunpeng Ancestor thousands of years ago.
Condensate.
After the ancestor Kunpeng entered the death barrier, the world-shattering battle between the demon clan ushered in. In addition to the great demons such as Yuan Tongtian, the contemporary dragon gods also participated in the battle.
It's a pity that he was eventually slaughtered by the immortals, so that a true dragon descendant like Ao Xuan could only live in Beihai.
However, as long as Ao Xuan succeeds in his transformation, everything will change.
As soon as the Dragon God comes out, the world will be turbulent, and the dragons in the Great Luo Realm will definitely sense it. When the time comes, all he has to do is raise his arms and call out, and they will surely swarm in.
"It is not that simple to transform into a divine dragon. Overcoming the tribulation is not a trivial matter. The key is to win the destiny. It may even alarm the banished immortals in the mortal world." Feng Wuxie said solemnly.
When Fang Hao heard this, he was stunned and said: "Why, do you, the Great Luo Realm, need to be recognized by the Immortal Realm to transform into a true dragon?"
"In the war between immortals and demons, the dragon god was killed by the immortal, and then the immortal world laid a brand shackles on the descendants of the dragon clan. Only by breaking the brand can one truly become a dragon god. However, once the brand shackles are broken, they will inevitably pass through the heavenly world." Feng Wu.
Xie patiently explained.
"In the fairy world, he was bitten by a snake once and was afraid of ropes for ten years. Fortunately, he was lucky enough to meet me. In the fairy world, in my eyes, it is just a bunch of old immortals who don't know right from wrong."
The moment he finished speaking, Fang Hao directly activated the true energy in his body and gathered it all in his chest.
"Buzz!"
Immediately, under the surprised gazes of everyone, Fang Hao's chest lit up with a dazzling green light. His whole body was as bright as the sun, and he slowly landed on the back of the Ancestral Dragon Spirit, ascending to the sky proudly.
Under his illumination, Hualong Pond, which was on the verge of dissolution, gradually returned to calm. Even Ao Xuan, who had been a little irritable and restless before, entered a deep transformation at the bottom of the pond.
"Fang Hao, you are crazy. You are trying to deceive the secret of heaven. If someone from the immortal world discovers it, they will definitely send an envoy from the immortal world to kill you until you die!"
At this moment, Feng Wuxie was shocked!
He was just a little surprised when the Ancestral Dragon Spirit appeared before, but after Fang Hao broke out, he was completely shocked.
"Brother Feng, what on earth is going on?" Qu Rourou asked with a puzzled look on her face.
Feng Wuxie took a deep breath and said: "I have said before that all descendants of the Dragon Clan are branded with the shackles of the Immortal World. Once the imprint is broken, the Immortal World will definitely sense it, but Fang Hao, this kid, doesn't know how to use it.
What method actually succeeded in blocking the fairy world's perception of this world."
"Isn't this great? At least Ao Xuan won't be disturbed when he transforms!" Youlan said with a smile.
Feng Wuxie smiled bitterly and said: "For Ao Xuan, this is indeed more beneficial than harmful, but the immortals in the immortal world are not fools. They have absolute control over the Daluo Realm. Once the people in the immortal world know that Fang Hao has deceived Tianji,
That’s a big deal.”
"Senior, don't worry. My ability to steal the secret of heaven comes from the hands of the Emperor of Heaven. There will definitely be no mistakes. As long as you keep this secret for me, there will naturally be no problems."
Fang Hao, standing on the dragon's head, said calmly.
The Seal of the Heavenly Emperor contains many mysteries. Once activated, Fang Hao's magical powers will increase day by day, and the sky-stealing secret he just used is just the simplest spatial magical power.
After all, his master Di Jun was the first Emperor of Heaven who could travel through time at will, so the gift he left for Fang Hao was naturally extraordinary.
That is to say, Fang Hao's cultivation level is not enough, otherwise the power of the Heavenly Emperor's Seal would be enough to sweep across the immortal world.
After all, in terms of plane level, the Immortal Realm is one level lower than the Divine Realm. Back then, Emperor Jun was able to destroy the ancient Divine Realm, so he could easily destroy the Immortal Realm.
Therefore, when Fang Hao knew that the messenger from the immortal world was coming in a year, he was actually not as panicked as Ye Tianqing thought.
"Fang, what are you causing trouble here? Don't you think our Kunpeng Sect is not troublesome enough?"
Just when Fang Hao deceived Tianji and helped Ao Xuan transform, Ye Fuyao and Jun Motian, who were preparing for the funeral in the sect master's mansion, were also alerted.
"Young Sect Master, if it weren't for this man named Fang, how could our Kunpeng Sect be in this situation? Although the Sect Master has a will, he doesn't want us to be a coward!"
"That's right, we might as well take advantage of Fang Hao's opportunity to help Ao Xuan overcome the calamity and take action directly. If we can capture them alive and report them to the immortal world, it will be considered a great achievement."
The remnants of the Kunpeng Sect who were originally tied up in the Xuanlong Ship all stared at Fang Hao like the same enemy.
They never thought at all that if they had not been captured by Fang Hao, they might have become puppets of the Kunpeng ancestor like other Kunpeng Sect disciples, and they would not know whether they would live or die.
"Brother Tian, what do you think?" Ye Fuyao looked at Jun Motian and asked hesitantly.
Jun Motian said in a deep voice: "It is unwise to be tough with Fang Hao now, but we can also take the opportunity to raise the price and have a good talk with him."
After all, if the matter of deceiving Tianji and secretly helping the Dragon Clan become gods was really revealed, it would not take a year, but at most half a month, the fairy world would definitely send people down to investigate thoroughly.
By then, even if Fang Hao doesn't die, he will still have to shed his skin.
In Jun Motian's opinion, this is undoubtedly a good opportunity to blackmail Fang Hao.
"You want to threaten me, do you have the qualifications to do so? From now on, I will never show mercy to anyone who dares to get close to the Hualong Pond!"
"hold head high!"
When Fang Hao finished speaking, Zulong lowered his head and let out a shocking roar towards everyone in the Kunpeng Sect. Then the originally aggressive Kunpeng Sect disciples were blown away, and even Ye Fuyao and Jun Motian couldn't help but take a few steps back.
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Although the ancestral dragon under Fang Hao is a dragon spirit, it is still worth thousands of troops.
At this moment, neither the disciples of the Kunpeng Sect nor the ulterior Jun Motian dared to cross the Thunder Pond without permission.
The power of the ancestral dragon was like the presence of a god. Even if those monks were extremely dissatisfied with Fang Hao Youtian, they were not stupid enough to seek death, let alone Jun Motian.
Under the dragon roar just now, he even had the illusion that his soul was separated from his body.
The ancestral dragon that has been dormant in the dragon coffin for thousands of years is definitely not something monks like them can afford to offend. (To be continued)