Since the reign of the Human Sovereign, demons and ghosts had retreated. No one knew how long a real dragon had not appeared in the world. Only a few scales that they had shed and stones that they had rolled on could be found occasionally. All of them were good materials for refining weapons. At this moment, a real dragon had crawled out of a bronze coffin without a memorial tablet in the Life-changing Sect!
Its head almost filled the hall, and its body covered with greenish-gray scales was still hidden in the coffin. No one knew how long it was hidden in the depths of the coffin. The terrible Yin Qi around it seemed to be real and illusory at the same time, which made the guru who was surrounded by the bloody yellow mist feel cold from the soles of his feet. His Primordial Spirit was involuntarily paralyzed, as if he was facing a superior and facing endless death.
The real dragon was born with strong physique and strength. As long as it was an adult, it would be equivalent to the Dharmakaya of a big monster. In the later stage, it would continue to grow. Generally, it would be at the level of an Earth Fairy, but there was no shortage of Divine Immortals and even mighty people above the Legendary Realm. The real dragon of the Life-changing Sect was not outstanding. It was just normal. It was equivalent to the metamorphosis of an Earth Fairy, but it was more powerful than an ordinary one.
More importantly, in the Middle Ages, the leader of the Life-changing Sect spent a lot of resources and manpower to unearth the metamorphosis of the real dragon. He tried to transfer his Primordial Spirit consciousness into the dragon's body before he died, replacing its weak intelligence and reversing life and death. Unfortunately, there were only a few successful cases. The leader failed, but the metamorphosis of the real dragon had also undergone subtle changes. It was much smarter than the Living Dead, the zombies that had not regained their intelligence, and the dead spirits that were reborn but had low intelligence. It would not kill indiscriminately after losing control and could exert the strength close to that of an Earth Fairy.
But it also had its flaws. Every time it "woke up", it needed sacrifices, otherwise it would not last long. Moreover, the Yin Qi of death was too strong. Once it left this Mini Chiliocosm, it would immediately attract the terrible punishment of Heaven. It could not withstand it at all. Therefore, it could only be used as an object to guard the sect and could not be taken out.
Roar!
The real dragon opened its mouth and let out a dragon roar. All the skeletons and zombies in the entire ancient tomb world fell to the ground. Even Mengqi was temporarily stunned. If he had not practiced the Yuan Xin Seal and I, the Unique and Righteous, this state of shock would have lasted for one or two seconds.
This was the real "Boundless Dragon Roar"!
The True Dragon tilted its head and took a deep breath. The bronze coffin containing the corpse of the "Lord of Hell" flew into its mouth.
This was an offering, a Dharmakaya-level body as an offering!
The Life-and-Death Fugacity Sect had been passed down for tens of thousands of years, and the Dharmakaya masters they had produced were far better than the Shaolin Temple and Zhenwu sects. Moreover, they were famous for manipulating and refining corpses. Normally speaking, there would be countless Dharmakaya Corpse Kings preserved. However, they had encountered several calamities that destroyed their sect. Every time, they had to release this Northern Dragon and the heritage inside the bronze coffin on the right side. This consumed all the Dharmakaya corpses they had accumulated, just like now.
Wu, the cold wind blew in all directions, and the ancient tombs were covered in a layer of cold ice. It was clear and blood-yellow, as if it had been frozen for tens of thousands of years.
The True Dragon flew out of this ancient tomb, and its body coiled for a few miles. It stretched out its claws and crossed the distance of dozens of miles to grab Su Wuming. The airflow around was frozen. Some were blue, some were light blue, some were colorless, some were snowflakes, and some were ice cubes. Other than them, there was nothing else. It seemed to be able to freeze everything.
However, Su Wuming was not affected at all. He was like a strange ghost, or a high and mighty god. He ignored the frozen crystal ball within a radius of a hundred miles and directly appeared behind the Northern Dragon. His Dharmakaya collapsed into reality, and his long sword slashed down. It changed subtly and wandered between many illusory "gaps", as if he was deconstructing something.
Earth, fire, wind, and water were cut off by the sword. The Four Symbols were out of balance, and like boiling water, destruction spread to the surroundings. It was as if they had returned to the beginning of the world, when the earth, fire, wind, and water were not suppressed, and the Beginning of Heaven and Earth was one of the nine killer moves of the Taishang Sword Scripture.
Zi zi zi! The long sword slashed on the back of the True Dragon's head, leaving a sword mark. The friction produced dazzling red fire and dazzling lightning, which melted the ice, penetrated the blue, and decomposed the earth, fire, wind, and water.
But the True Dragon's body was strong, and its scales were only slightly weaker than the Heavenly Weapons of the same level. It took Su Wuming's sword head-on, but only a few of its scales were broken. It turned its head and spewed out a stream of dark green ice. Wherever it passed, it was gloomy, green, and full of death, as if the Nine Serenities had come to Hades. Su Wuming had risen again. He was ethereal and hard to touch. He was everywhere, and it was useless to hit him.
As a Man Fairy with legendary features, he completely suppressed the True Dragon which had the strength of an Earth Fairy. From time to time, he appeared beside the Nether Emperor and slashed at his coffin. From time to time, he stood in the formation which was not completely broken. He waved his sword at will to prevent it from recovering. He really surrounded the whole Life-and-Death Fugacity Sect by himself.
And Mengqi held Acheron's hand bone in his left hand and the Fire Blade of Ling Bao in his right hand. After Su Wuming slashed the formation, he did not stop him anymore. He stepped back and slashed at the Red-haired Dead King with his back. The trajectory was floating, but the momentum was very heavy.
Dang!
Mengqi's right hand trembled slightly, and he turned around. A scar appeared on the Red-haired Dead King's fist. The True Fire of the Sun burned the Red-haired Dead King and spewed out like flowing flames, engulfing and burning the disciples of the Life-and-Death Fugacity Sect.
The Red-haired Dead King's body was covered with black Corpse Qi. It was cold and heavy, and it suppressed the True Fire of the Sun. With a roar, his body became bigger and bigger, and his momentum became more and more horrible. His fingernails popped out. They were sharp and dark green with a deep sense of death.
Every fingernail was like a long sword. It had its own changes and joined together to grab at Mengqi. It covered the sky and the earth, leaving no room to dodge.
Mengqi's long blade slanted, and his body expanded. Not only that, his will and his belief suddenly broke out, penetrating his body, penetrating every corner of his Primordial Spirit, every inch of his skin, every drop of blood, every bone, and even went deep into the smaller structure.
These blood and skin structures seemed to be endowed with intelligence. They breathed in and out separately, and each formed a whole in the most appropriate and most suitable way.
With a boom, Mengqi's aura rose like a scorching sun had descended, dispersing the evil and sweeping away the filth. Although they were both more than ten feet tall, the Red-haired Dead King actually appeared small in front of him, and his momentum was suppressed.
Its intelligence was not high, its mind was muddled, and its momentum was completely based on instinct. How could it compete with Mengqi who was good at this?
As early as three months ago, when he was sailing in the East Sea, Mengqi's body and mind were calm, and his will was born naturally. He already had the power to step into the Ninth Celestial Layer, but he had never tried to break through. He had bitterly suppressed it until now. Once it erupted, it was like a volcano erupting, and his momentum gave off an unparalleled feeling!
Zombies were not living dead, and they were not restrained by the Supernatural Art of Shaking Heaven and Hitting Earth. Therefore, there was no shortcut, and he could only rely on himself.
Creak, creak, creak, creak, creak. Mengqi's flesh, blood, bones, and Primordial Spirit merged again, and he truly stepped into the Ninth Celestial Layer. Facing the attack of the Red-haired Dead King's ten nails, the long blade pushed outwards, and waves of scarlet golden light surged out, as if the light of the sun shone over and over again, gently splitting the two claws. Then, the long blade turned from pushing horizontally to chopping downwards, and a red sun slowly descended!
Rumble, rumble, rumble!
The 'red sun' crashed into the Dead King's chest, and the sound of explosions rang out continuously, sending it flying. Its whole body was ignited like a torch.
Its whole body was tattered, and it had a hard time getting rid of this blade, but it was caught up by Mengqi again and again.
Under the suppression of momentum, the Heavenly Weapon was not worse than its body, and the power of the Ninth Celestial Layer plus the Law of Heaven and Earth was a little stronger than that of the Half-step. Mengqi's hard power was not bad, and his soft power was even better. The Dead King was naturally very embarrassed, and could only defend, and could only be chopped by the long blade again and again, and deep wounds appeared on its body which was as hard as diamond.
The Nether Emperor blocked Su Wuming's attack with the Restrictive Spell of the ancient tomb and the bronze coffin, and revealed his huge body, and replaced his own bones with the Bone of Acheron.
At this time, he felt the approach of Mr. Lu, and could not help but raise his head and roar,
"Then let's perish together!"
He waved his hand, and the bronze coffin on the right without a memorial tablet was quickly opened. Inside lay a body which was black as bone and blood-yellow as flesh, with two horns on its head, brimming with the aura of gods.
Hualala, a shadow of blood-yellow river appeared above the coffin.
This was a congenital corpse of a god found by the Life-changing Sect. They refined it with the secret method of the Netherworld and fed it with evil ghosts in an attempt to create an evil god of the Netherworld. However, they failed shamefully in the end. What was left was a ghost that could not see the light of day. Its strength was comparable to that of an Earth Fairy, but it could not see the sky.
This corpse of god sat up, and the majestic aura spread around. He opened his mouth, and the red-haired Dead King who was fighting with Mengqi suddenly flew out and fell into his mouth. Even with the current power of Mengqi, he could not stop it!
The corpse of god flew out and confronted Mr. Lu. At this time, Su Wuming besieged the True Dragon, the Nether Emperor, and the big formation again.
The Nether Emperor blocked a blow with the pen of life and death, but he was not Su Wuming's opponent, and was injured. He stepped back and leaned on the last bronze coffin.
"Then let's perish together!" he said again, and his voice became cold.
He pressed his palm, and the three green lamps were completely extinguished.
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