Chapter 248 Dahei
"This is……
"The so-called Emperor of Zhou... was actually taken away by a dragon?"
Ao Bing, hiding in the void, frowned.
What came into Mulak's body this time was just a projection of him, but it was already able to easily suppress the ordinary Yang Shen True Lord.
After devouring the long-lived pulse on the prairie, this thought became even more powerful.
Although most of his thoughts are now entangled with the stars in the sky, and this projection is the only one left to suppress the world, he also feels that this is more than enough.
In particular, he also left a trace of divinity on Mulak's body.
Divinity is the biggest difference between humans and gods.
The gap between the two is even more obvious than the difference between the first realm and the fifth realm!
Seeing the black dragon flying in the air in front of him, Ao Bing didn't know what he was thinking.
This aura was very familiar to him, and it was clearly somewhat similar to his body when he was alive.
He suddenly recalled that it seemed like the dragon skin he had been peeled off by Nezha.
And tens of thousands of years ago, the same skin was peeled off when he fought against the Taoists of Nanhua.
The same pain twice is unbearable even for gods.
Ao Bing narrowed his eyes and looked at the dark clouds that gradually began to gather above his head. He inadvertently thought of the days when he was the third prince of the East China Sea Dragon Palace, when the clouds and rain were everywhere.
Along with a long dragon roar, Ao Bing's heart skipped a beat.
"Black dragon..."
The Black Dragon belongs to the West Sea Dragon Palace clan, and its commander, Feng Zhangyu, is the most physically powerful true dragon clan.
"Isn't this guy relying on the remnant sloughing dragon? This bloodline concentration shouldn't be like this..."
Ao Bing raised his eyebrows, but he was not worried at all.
He just didn't understand that this little sea snake that had just been shed by him could turn into a real dragon within a thousand years!
Ao Bing suddenly made a decision in his heart.
Take it down and search for souls, and everything will come to light.
Dahei, who has completely transformed into his true form, shuttles between the clouds and mist.
This time, for the first time, he revealed his true body, completely transformed into a dragon, in front of outsiders.
The dragon's roar continued to spread in the mid-air, and the sound waves surged and shattered the clouds in the sky.
But during its soaring, countless thick rain clouds gathered again, covering the sky.
The bloody brilliance revealed by the Canopy Star was even covered by the rain clouds.
The dragon's roar flew past without stopping for a long time.
Even on the open grassland tens of thousands of miles away, the bloody grass swayed with the vibration of the dragon's roar.
King Yan, who was tens of thousands of miles away, was attacked by the dragon's roar.
Suddenly, he felt an extreme sense of oppression coming from the depths of his blood.
"Long Ancestor..." His brows became ferocious, and he actually made a cut on his wrist with a palm. His face became paler as the blood surged.
"Bullshit Dragon Ancestor! Only God!" He laughed wildly and looked at the dark clouds that were coming rapidly in the sky and were about to cover the Huagai Star.
King Yan's figure suddenly turned into a bloody stream of light and flew up between the clouds.
“As long as I am here, no one can tarnish the glory of God!”
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Dahei's heart was shaking violently, and his fear had reached the extreme.
Over the years, he has been collecting information about Can Shang.
Whether it is the statue of Dagon submerged in the abyss, or the clues occasionally glimpsed in ancient documents.
They all point to the owner of this crippled body as an evil god.
Dagon, the old immortal of the sea of ghosts, tore off the remaining slough from the opponent's body during the battle with this evil god.
And this residual slough was accidentally obtained by the Silver Dragon King from the deep abyss.
Until it's in his hands.
But I never expected that there was a terrifying thought hidden in this residual slough.
Although countless years have passed, this thought is still unreasonably terrifying.
The original Silver Dragon King's cultivation had reached the ninth level of Thunder Tribulation, he was about to transform into a dragon, and he had sixty thousand thoughts approaching him.
But he was still possessed by this thought for an instant.
In fact, this remaining thought has tarnished the bloodline of future generations through some unknown force.
So much so that the Bloody One was born.
If he hadn't had other adventures in the future, I might have been like the Silver Dragon King back then.
Although Dahei was dozens of kilometers away from Namulak at this time, he could still feel an aura that frightened him.
And this breath comes from the same source as the remaining thoughts on the broken body.
The honorable name of that evil god, Longevity Dragon King!
This is a small faith that lives on the edge of the Qiongyu Sea, with almost less than a thousand believers.
But these worshipers who believed in the Longevity and Longevity Dragon King all seemed extremely crazy.
They will peel off the skin and flesh on their bodies, extract the meridians in their bodies, and exchange pain for strength.
But the faith of these madmen is successful.
When I was investigating this matter, I almost fell from the realm of Banbu Yangshen.
Under the pressure of the gods, the clouds and mist that had gathered in the sky instantly dissipated.
Dahei's complexion remained as usual, without any change.
After all, he was facing a god, not another, so it was normal for him to be able to easily change the celestial phenomena.
"Pah...pah...pah..."
In the void, no more bone claws stretched out, but a white figure walked up.
A person exuded a strange red light, but he was wearing a white robe, and he slowly walked out of it.
He was dressed in white, with his black hair loosely draped down his back, giving him an aura of holiness.
The person who came had a strong and peaceful aura, like a humble gentleman, but he was also extremely powerful, as if he had overwhelming power.
It's just that the scarlet pupils in his eyes are constantly emitting a maddening bloody light, which makes people shudder.
The soldiers who glanced in this direction instantly became more and more crazy.
His head even exploded on the spot.
Dahei suddenly felt that the air in the sky suddenly became much thicker, and it was extremely difficult for him to swim in it.
He had never seen such a powerful person, and even the Chakravartin Dao Red Dragon Dharma King whom he had seen from far away would not put such pressure on him.
The wind is freezing and the rain is heavy.
But the man in white was spotless among them, and he automatically avoided his place no matter the wind or rain.
Dahei took a deep breath, knowing that there was no way to retreat at this time.
The other party is most likely the legendary evil god Wanfu Tianshou Dragon King. How can he escape from the hands of a god?
When the dragon roar suddenly appeared, Dahei's figure burst across the sky.
When he personally followed the "Burning Sea King" for a hundred years, he knew that after the power of the physical body reaches its extreme, it may be more terrifying than Taoism.
After some adventures, he resolutely gave up on his journey to transform into a blue dragon.
Then he turned towards the black dragon.
This cost him a hundred years in vain, but the rewards are obvious.
The terrifying physical body, combined with the martial arts that Burning Sea King had created for him, gave him an unparalleled amount of energy and blood.
After breaking through to True Lord Yangshen, he studied this "Dragon Martial Arts" to its extreme.
The power of Qi and blood contained in countless thoughts was much more terrifying than that of Burning Sea King back then.
It's just that Dahei is a little disappointed. After all, his martial arts talent is mediocre and not as good as his eldest brother Fenhaiwang.
At this time, dragon roars, wind roars, heavy rains, body movements, and tail killers were pressing forward step by step, heading towards the man in white.
There was a trace of amusement in the eyes of the man in white, and ten huge black dragons appeared in front of him at the same time.
This style is like a dream, like Zhuang Zhou's dream, and he got the inspiration from Feng Zidu's Taoism.