585: C585 Turnover into Clouds

C585 Turnover into Clouds

Meng Xuan retreated a few steps, putting some distance between himself and Qin Wentian. He then asked, "Stupid dwarf, do you have ADHD?"

As if he didn't care, he continued, "You haven't answered my question. What are you doing here? By the way, how old are you? Did you take a wife? Do you know that your head is going to fall off? "

"Stupid shorty, don't you think you're talking too much?" For some reason, Meng Xuan felt like pinching this man to death. He had a lot of words to say, and he even wanted to move around freely.

"This is too boring. I'll be leaving first. There are still quite a few good things here." With that, his body flickered and he disappeared from the spot.

Meng Xuan gazed in the direction Mo Wuji departed in, his eyes flickering with uncertainty. However, he could also tell that he did not have any ill intentions towards Chu Yu, otherwise, he would have attacked him just now.

"It doesn't seem like a living creature." Meng Xuan murmured to himself as he continued his cultivation, preparing to transform into a dragon.

In the distance, Hong, Demon Carp, and the others entered a spirit mountain. Just as they entered, they felt that something was wrong.

"There's a killing formation, don't move recklessly." Hong said, looking ahead.

In front of them was an ancient palace that should have been built by a True Dragon. However, the few of them were trapped on the ground, not daring to move. White celestial swords were floating in the air, aiming straight at everyone. As long as anyone made a move and disturbed the formation, the killing formation would definitely be resuscitated.

"This is the Zhanlu Sword Formation from ancient times. Although it is incomplete, its power should not be underestimated. Follow me." Hong said. Back then, he had seen the Zhanlu Sword Formation before, so he knew some ways to break it.

Beads of sweat appeared on their foreheads as they carefully followed behind Hong. However, at this time, a figure silently appeared within the great formation. It was a shifty-eyed person. If it wasn't a public loss, then who else could it be?

"The Zhanlu Sword Formation. I've heard that its power is too great. The people who barge into the formation will be chopped into pieces the moment they come into contact with it. You guys be careful." said as if he had lost something.

As he spoke, he walked forward through the formation.

"Hey, look at this grass patch. It's quite unique. It should be some kind of formation core." He came to the edge of a patch of grass and kicked it.

"Holy shit! Stupid shorty, don't move recklessly!" Cold sweat dripped down the face of the demon carp. Just who was this damned dwarf?

Hong stared at him as if he lost, "You are not a living being, you are a puppet."

"Nonsense! How could I possibly be a puppet? I am the outstanding work of Master Lu Ben, the number seven golem!"

Everyone was stunned. "So?"

"That's why I'm called 'The Public Loser', or 'Lu Ben No.7' …"

"Scram right now, or I'll kill you right now." Hong said, his eyes extremely cold.

"I don't want to." It was as if he had lost everything and was skipping in the middle of the grand formation. Immediately, the formation showed signs of recovery. The tree was the most important part of the entire Zhanlu Sword Formation. Anyone who approached the tree would be sensed by the great formation, and the entire formation would be resurrected.

However, he did not seem afraid at all. He arrived at the foot of the large tree and kicked it, causing the formation to tremble.

"You're courting death." Hong was infuriated. He turned into a stream of light and spat out a drop of crimson red liquid into his ear.

His face turned pale with fright as a stream of white mist spurted out from behind him. His speed reached its limit. "Murderous Puppet!"

He quickly rushed into the palace and before he left, he kicked another big tree.

With a weng sound, the great formation was revived. Snow white immortal swords dropped from the sky one after another, hacking towards everyone.

"This damned dwarf is too annoying. He has to die." Hong said as he launched his many defenses to defend against the attacks of the celestial swords.

In the lair of the True Dragon, Meng Xuan was holding the dragon's head in his arms. The many symbols of the Great Dao contained in it began to frantically surge toward Meng Xuan's body. After all the bones in his body had absorbed these great Dao runes, they began to stretch, and some of the bones began to fuse together. His entire body shone, and his upper body began to transform.

Although the dragon embryo was petrified, the divinity contained within it was too vast and mighty. It poured into Meng Xuan's body, causing him to feel as if his entire body was filled with power.

In the blink of an eye, he had already reached the cultivation of the Second Sky of the Divine Spirit Realm.

"Roar!" Meng Xuan let out a painful howl towards the sky. His body was lacerated, but soon after, dragon scales grew out from his body. His upper body also began to transform into a dragon. Countless legacy memories poured into his mind from the dragon embryo.0

"Dragon language!" A complicated memory rushed into his mind. It was Dragon language. Every syllable in the Dragon language was extremely complicated. The complete sentence was even more complicated.

Half a quarter of an hour later, Meng Xuan had completely turned into a gold colored True Dragon. Pure True Dragon Qi flowed out from his body. He lay prostrate in the lair of the True Dragon with his eyes closed. Those soft, golden-colored branches emitted a gentle, holy light. They fell onto Meng Xuan's body, protecting him from the dragon's attacks.

He was still transforming. The dragon scales on his body continued to peel off, but soon after, they grew back up. Then, they started to peel off again. It was a cycle that repeated over and over again, like a cycle of reincarnation.

Meng Xuan only felt as though he had arrived in a void. The silhouette of a True Dragon appeared in front of him, staring at him with a gentle gaze in his eyes. "My successor."

"Where are you? Are you dead or alive?" Meng Xuan asked.

"It's already dead. True Dragons cannot reproduce. Even if they give birth to a dragon embryo, they would still not be able to hatch. I do not believe that, without a doubt, he gave birth to a dragon embryo, but it still failed in the end, going against the will of heaven and was killed. "

Meng Xuan was silent.

"When you transform into a dragon, you have to be careful of one person, Dragon Slaying Godly General Wei Zheng."

"Isn't he dead?" Meng Xuan asked.

"His Manifestation Scripture will not only appear in this world with one god, nor with one Wei Zheng. If they killed Wei Zheng, some of them would turn into Wei Zheng. Besides, Wei Zheng isn't that easy to kill. " The Gold Dragon said.

Meng Xuan was shocked. Why hadn't he thought of this? His Manifestation Scripture was a process of struggle. It would not only have one Athena, nor would it have only one Yahweh, nor would it have only one Pyrrhus. Millions upon millions of Birus, the Lord is fighting to cross, in the end who becomes the ancestor level of the gods, can be considered as a true success.

And Wei Zheng couldn't possibly only have one!

"What the hell is going on? Who is the mastermind?" Meng Xuan asked.

"Don't bother investigating further, even if you become an Immortal King, it would still be difficult for you to fight him." "Come, I will call you the dragon clan's inherited sacred art. With a flip of your hand, you will turn the clouds into rain." The Gold Dragon said.

With a flip of my hand." He waved his hand, and suddenly, countless clouds appeared in the distance. The True Dragon was transmitting from within, and each strand of clouds was as heavy as a mountain, capable of toppling a mountain.

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