The war in the Heaven Realm would not end in a short period of time. As they obtained the Power of Heaven, the three Heavenly Emperors all felt a trace of emotion.
They could vaguely feel the legendary realm, but it was just a feeling.
It was as if there was a piece of paper blocking his senses.
No matter how they tried to comprehend it or how they tried to circulate their Xuan Qi, they were unable to pierce through this piece of paper.
The Demonic Beast Emperor had obtained the power of heaven and sensed his main body.
This time, Mount Buzhou did not block his senses. Previously, when he used his divine power to enter, he could not sense it.
Could it be that the interior of Mount Buzhou was not isolated?
The Demon Emperor could not figure out the answer to this question. He could only continue to accumulate the power of heaven and wait for his real body to come out of Mount Zhou.
Because of Jiang Changkong's disappearance, the Immortal Court's Heavenly Emperor searched for a long time, but he couldn't find anything.
Jiang Changkong seemed to have completely disappeared, and even Venerable Zhenxuan the Celestial could not contact him.
Not long after, another Immortal Venerable Justice appeared in the Immortal Court. He looked exactly the same as the Yang Yuxu that Jiang Changkong had transformed into.
It seemed like the Immortal Court wanted to keep this imposter alive.
On Mount Buzhou, the blood continued to flow into the blood pool. The three drops of blood were now the size of footballs.
Half of the blood in the blood pool had already turned into gray Chaos Blood.
The Twelve Ancestral Sorcerer Trees were still there, and the Reincarnation Disc continued to release reincarnation power to transform the blood.
"It's only been seven days and it's only this big."
Jiang Changkong sighed. How long would it take?
Lu Qian floated out and saw his pale and haggard face. "Can't you stop being impatient? If you're in such a rush, how can you cultivate so quickly? Your Dao heart must be calm. "
"It's not urgent," Jiang Changkong said.
Lu Qian's body twitched. "Can you reattach your arm?"
Jiang Changkong calmly pressed his arm back. With his terrifying recovery ability, the wound healed in an instant. "Then that's all for today."
Lu Qian: "…"
He really couldn't understand Jiang Changkong. Houtu didn't force him to finish it in one go.
In the beginning, it was quite normal for Jiang Changkong to release it bit by bit.
Ever since he obtained the Power of Creation, this fellow simply went crazy.
Today, he would break his arm and bleed, tomorrow, he would break his leg, and the day after that, he would cut off his own head.
He was simply … sick!
This scared quite a few True Dragons, not daring to approach. They thought that a Great Demon King had appeared here.
As Jiang Changkong refined the power of creation and sensed the surging vitality of the three drops of blood, he suddenly felt like he was hatching an egg.
However, he didn't know what would hatch from these three drops of blood.
A special aura flew out of the blood pool and entered Jiang Changkong's body.
Lu Qian sensed it. "Is it almost done?"
"No, it's the three drops of blood that are urging me to hurry up." Jiang Changkong shrugged and said, "I want to become a living being as soon as possible."
Screech!
Suddenly, a cry rang out. Blinding golden light and golden feathers filled the sky. A huge Golden Roc flapped its wings and flew over.
The True Dragons immediately panicked, especially the Dragon Whelps. They fled as if they had seen something horrifying.
Jiang Changkong's eyes narrowed as he looked at the Golden Roc. It was an intermediate Immortal Emperor.
"East Sea Dragon King, quickly come out and offer up your delicious dragon meat."
The Golden-Winged Roc flapped its wings and brought about a hurricane.
Jiang Changkong said in surprise, "Is this Golden-Winged Roc so arrogant?"
"It is indeed arrogant to come to the Dragon race to eat the Dragon King's meat." Lu Qian was also shocked.
This was no longer arrogance. It was completely looking down on the Dragon race.
"Impudent!" The Little Dragon King stood up and said proudly, "You think you are qualified to challenge me?"
The Golden-Winged Roc circled around the Little Dragon King. "Tsk tsk, I don't dare to say about the other Dragon race, but I will definitely eat you, the Little Dragon King!"
"I am the East Sea Dragon King. You have to defeat the Acting Dragon King first before you are qualified to challenge me," said the Little Dragon King with his head raised.
"Acting Dragon King? Then Ao Qingyu? " A trace of disdain flashed in the Golden-Winged Roc's eyes. "She just lost to me some time ago and lost a dragon scale."
"Of course not. Ao Qingyu is only one of the 13 Sea Kings. The Acting Dragon King of the East Sea is someone else," said Ao Qingyu indifferently.
The Golden-Winged Roc said in a deep voice, "Don't tell me you are looking for a dragon to confer a title in the Dragon race?"
"I once said that if the Acting Dragon King is here, no matter how many of you come, there will only be a crushing defeat," said the Little Dragon King proudly. "Now that the Acting Dragon King is here, do you dare to accept the challenge?"
"Ha, Acting Dragon King, where are you?" The Golden-Winged Roc looked around.
Jiang Changkong walked over and said, "Acting Dragon King, it's me!"
"You?" The Golden-Winged Roc glanced at him. Early Divine Immortal?
Looking at his haggard face and weak aura, he sneered and said, "The old rules?"
"No, if you lose this time, you have to return the dragon scale to the Sea King and leave one of your wings," said the Little Dragon King.
"What if I win?" The Golden-Winged Roc said coldly.
"You take away two of my scales, and I will give you 50 kilograms of dragon meat," said the Little Dragon King with a taut face.
"It's a deal!"
"I won't go back on my word!"
Both parties high-fived and agreed. Jiang Changkong and Lu Qian were a little confused. What's going on?
"Acting Dragon King, defeat him and we will eat the Golden-Winged Roc's wings," said the Little Dragon King quickly.
The corner of Jiang Changkong's mouth twitched. "This is a bit of a bully."
"Little Immortal, I'm not bullying you. If you want to blame someone, blame the East Sea Dragon King."
The Golden-Winged Roc let out a long roar. Like an arrow, the air of Mount Buzhou exploded. The golden light was dazzling under the sunlight.
Jiang Changkong was a little bored. He raised his right hand and put it down.
Bang!
Smoke and dust surged, feathers fluttered, and the Golden-Winged Roc screamed, "Ouch, ouch, ouch …"
"There's something more painful, a wing." The Little Dragon King squinted his eyes and smiled.
The Golden-Winged Roc screamed, "You don't follow the rules. You're not an immortal."
"Who told you that I'm an immortal?" Jiang Changkong said lightly.
"Didn't I tell you that the Acting Dragon King is an Immortal Venerable?" The Little Dragon King smiled happily.
The Golden-Winged Roc, "…"
Immortal Venerable?
An Immortal Venerable, and you pretend to be an immortal? Don't you dragons care about your face at all?
"You lied to me. You're clearly an Immortal Venerable, but you pretend to be an immortal." The Golden-Winged Roc was about to cry.
Jiang Changkong coughed lightly and said, "This Venerable likes to keep a low profile."
You like to pretend to be a pig to eat a tiger!
The Golden-Winged Roc was very resentful. "Take your hand away, I'll give you wings."
Jiang Changkong loosened his hand. The Golden-Winged Roc was also a ruthless character. He pulled hard, and amidst a mournful scream, one of his wings was torn off.
The feathers fell off, turning into a bare wing of flesh. A wing grew out, and the feathers were inserted back.
"What are you doing?" The Little Dragon King said angrily.
"I only said wings, not feathers," the Golden-Winged Roc said calmly.
The Little Dragon King was furious. Jiang Changkong said lightly, "The Dragon King doesn't like this wing, he likes the other one."
"Here, here." The Golden-Winged Roc quickly gave the feather to the Little Dragon King and grew new feathers.
Only then did the Little Dragon King become happy. "You're welcome to fight next time."
Jiang Changkong sighed lightly. He always had a guilty feeling of bullying a child.
"Acting Dragon King, let's go eat the wing." The Little Dragon King pulled him away.
Ao Qingyu also asked for her scale back and put it back on her body.
The Golden-Winged Roc did not leave. Instead, he followed them and looked at them pitifully as they roasted his wing.
"Isn't it a little bad to eat someone's wing in front of them?"
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