1117: C1117 dragon skeleton

C1117 dragon skeleton

At that moment, Fang Han felt like crying.

There was nowhere to look for the broken iron shoes, so he got them without any trouble.

He had searched for so long, and a layer of skin had been scraped off by the sandstorm. Now that he finally found the cave, he felt a sense of excitement that almost rushed to his head.

Fang Han walked forward and took a few deep breaths consecutively as he stroked the tightly shut doors of the cave. His eyes were slightly moist.

He finally found it!

Fang Han used this to place the six dragon crystals within. Sure enough, no more, no less, it was exactly six holes.

As the last dragon crystal was inserted into the cave, the whole cave burst out with a strong wave of Qi, pushing Fang Han back a few meters.

In the next second, the tightly shut stone door suddenly opened, revealing the holy abode within.

Fang Han stepped in with excitement.

As long as he could find the Dragon Transformation skill inside and give it back to his master, he would be able to become a Dao Child.

Fang Han was not very ambitious. He did not want to take power, nor did he even want to compete for the position of Crown Prince. However, he had other interests in the position of Dao Child.

There was no other reason. After becoming Dao Children, one would be able to cultivate many Daoist magics, all of which were secret arts.

In Fang Han's eyes, the sect was the closest to the great Dao of heaven and earth, allowing him to one day stand at the peak.

Fang Han didn't like power, but he loved training.

After entering the cave, Fang Han was very careful. He always remembered the words his master had told him when they first arrived.

Do not act blindly without thinking, and do not touch everywhere. If you find the Ancient Dragon blood or the Dragon Transformation skill, you must put it in a small box and bring it back.

With this thought in mind, Fang Han released his spiritual energy to light up the cave and advanced forward step by step.

Finally, he discovered a throne in the cave ahead.

His eyes lit up and he quickly walked up.

This throne was very tall. Fang Han thought there was a secret compartment inside and searched back and forth many times, but he did not find anything.

It did exist in the past, but it was absorbed by Chu Yun and the three thousand, so this cave naturally became an empty shell.

"No?"

Fang Han revealed a puzzled look and started to search his surroundings.

Finally, he discovered that there was a hidden door in front of him. After opening it, there was a huge sarcophagus.

"Could it be that this is the ancient True Dragon's skeleton?"

A hint of surprise flashed through Fang Han's eyes. After waging a mental battle, he finally decided to open the book and take a look.

Although he knew that this was very disrespectful, but it was possible that the ancient True Dragon would bring along the so-called method of transforming into a dragon.

"Senior, if there's any interruption, please forgive me."

After a moment of hesitation, Fang Han walked forward and gently caressed the coffin.

"Huh?"

When his hand came into contact with the coffin, the feeling he got from it was warm, like a person's body temperature.

Fang Han was confused. He exerted force with his hands and opened the coffin.

"Crack."

With a light sound, the lid of the coffin was opened.

Lying inside was a true dragon skeleton. It was more than two meters long, and its bones were sparkling like jade, emitting a faint radiance.

As he got closer, he could even feel the warmth radiating from it.

"It's been so long since he sat down, and yet his corpse still has such a miraculous effect. This is truly inconceivable."

Fang Han said in a daze.

One had to know that even if a true expert's body was rotten, their bones would never be broken. They were sparkling and translucent like precious jade, and they were also incomparably hard.

Once one reached the Excalibur, regardless of whether they were demon beasts or human cultivators, their bones would become abnormally hard, and they would become great materials for sharpening Spirit Weapons.

Legends said that there were a few Excalibur s and the Spirit Weapons they used were made from the bones of warriors of the same realm.

Divine barrier killing god, Buddhist barrier killing buddha!

There was nothing he could do.

Fang Han was lost in thought as he looked at the dragon's skeleton, especially the long and solid bone in its spine.

If he could bring the dragon bone back and give it to the Warring States to grind, it would at least be in an extraordinary realm.

This meant that he would have an extraordinary weapon forged from dragon bones!

However, wasn't this too harmful to his merits?

The ancient True Dragon had already passed away here, already passed into eternal slumber. As a descendant of the later generation, he had to open the coffin and take away the skeleton.

After some thought, Fang Han shook his head and closed the coffin again.

There was only one dragon bone inside, and nothing else.

The so-called Dragon Transformation skill was nowhere to be found.

Fang Han did not give up. He searched the entire cave more than ten times and did not even miss a few small corners. He only hoped to find the so called Dragon Transformation skill.

However, the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.

Fang Han rushed here full of hope, but he ended up returning empty-handed.

A few days later, he leaned against the throne with a dejected look in his eyes.

"Is there really such a thing as a Dragon Transformation skill?" Or are those just elaborate lies? "

Fang Han could not understand. If the ancient True Dragon did not leave anything for his descendants, then why did he have to meticulously create six Dragon Crystals? Why did he have to arrange such a situation?

Gathering six dragon crystals and being able to open the door to the cave, what was his purpose in doing so?

Wouldn't it be better to rest here? He had to leave behind a profound entrance so that later on, people would disturb his slumber.

Fang Han couldn't think of a reason even if he wanted to.

"Could it be that someone took the initiative to rush here and brought out the Dragon Transformation skill?"

Fang Han suddenly thought of something and his heart skipped a beat.

Very likely.

But then he thought, among the many forces that had entered the ancient dragon mountain to train, no one had gathered any Dragon Crystals. If someone had beaten them to it, how did they manage to enter the cave?

The more he thought about it, the more conflicted he became.

Fang Han reached out and grabbed his hair, his expression somewhat gloomy.

If he returned empty-handed, his master would be very disappointed.

Originally, his Master had held great hope for him, but he hadn't found the so-called method to transform into a dragon in his cave.

The position of Dao Child seemed to have lost all possibilities.

Perhaps his Master would vent her anger on him because of this.

"No matter what, this is the truth. I must go back and tell this to Master."

Fang Han stood up with a determined expression.

In the past few days, he had searched every single place he could find, even the ant caves.

There was no more, just no more.

Besides a coffin and a dragon's corpse, there was nothing else in the cave.

"Time to go back."

Fang Han looked at the sky full of yellow sand outside the cave and let out a deep sigh.

However, at this moment, the stone door inside the abode was suddenly opened, and the coffin flew out of nowhere.

Seeing this, Fang Han was alarmed and retreated a few steps as if he had seen a ghost.

There was clearly nothing inside the coffin, so why did such a change suddenly happen?

Could it be that the dragon bone was eroded by the Yin Qi and turned into a Yin Corpse?

Fang Han's pupils constricted violently, his scalp felt throbbing, and his expression was unusually alert. He was so alert that he could not even breathe.

"Buzz!"

The lid of the coffin was suddenly lifted.

The coffin emitted a sparkling and translucent light, and a True Dragon's shadow could be vaguely seen within it.

Fang Han walked alone in the mountain range, not showing much emotion on his face.

For some reason, the sandstorm had stopped. The area within a hundred miles was extremely quiet, with almost no sounds coming from it.

Fang Han walked out of the mountain range and walked back the way he came. When he arrived at the teleportation gate, he chanted a few incantations and then pointed to the sky.

The portal suddenly opened, emitting a faint light.

Fang Han's figure disappeared within.

Before he came, the Dao Lord told Fang Han the incantation to open the ancient Dragon Mountain's teleportation formation. His goal was to get him to come back and give it to him as soon as possible after he found the Dragon Transformation skill.

Within the empty gorge of the Jadevoid Mountain Range, not a single trace of life could be seen.

Fang Han did not ride his sword, but walked out of the valley with ease. His steps were light, and every step he took on the ground was profound.

Very soon, Fang Han arrived before the short cliff. With a flick of his wrist, he opened up the barrier and walked in.

"Shixiong Fang Han!"

"Shixiong Fang Han!"

There were many Dao Sect disciples who greeted Fang Han respectfully when they saw him.

Fang Han's face was expressionless as he slowly walked into the monastery.

"Fang Han, you brat, you destroyed my pills the other time, and you haven't paid me back yet!"

Chen Tao was at the door. When he saw Fang Han, he immediately stood up aggressively.

His pill furnace was still burning.

Fang Han finally had an expression on his face. He smiled, pointed at the cauldron and said, "It's about to explode again."

Chen Tao was shocked. He turned around and saw that it was indeed the case.

After losing control of the fire, it suddenly went berserk. The walls of the pill furnace were burnt red, and the entire pill furnace was trembling slightly.

"Crap!"

Chen Tao smacked his head. He was too focused on finding trouble with Fang Han that he forgot that his pill furnace was at a crucial moment.

Fang Han turned around and continued into the monastery.

Just as he took a few steps, he heard a loud rumble from behind him.

The furnace exploded again.

"Fang Han, it's all your fault, it's all your fault!" Ow ow ow ow! You must compensate me with two batches of pills! "

Outside, the sounds of Chen Tao's pig slaughtering could be heard.

Fang Han pushed the door open and walked in.

The main hall was still as dark as before. Only the light from the crack in the door could be seen. When it shone on half of the Dao Lord's face, it did not look sinister at all. It was a very strange sight.

Only half of his face could be seen, filled with crisscrossing ditches. His skin was dry and his hair was white.

He was like an old man in his prime.

"You're back?"

When the Daolord opened his eyes, they were cloudy.

Compared to before, the Dao Lord seemed much older.

Every day, he would age.

He didn't know why, but the change was obvious.

It was no wonder that the Dao Lord was so eager to obtain the Dragon Transformation skill.0

"What about the Dragon Transformation skill?"

The Dao Lord suddenly leaped up. Under the beam of light, one could clearly see the desire on his face and the fire in the depths of his eyes.

Undisguised.

Faced with the Dao Lord's urgency, Fang Han's face remained expressionless as he said at a moderate pace, "Master, the cave is empty. Besides the coffin, there is no method to transform into a dragon.

As if to prove himself, Fang Han raised his head, his eyes meeting the Dao Lord's without any concealment.

When the Dao Lord heard this, his expression changed. He took a few steps back as if he had been struck and muttered to himself, "There's actually no Dragon Transformation skill in the cave?"

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