Taishang Hualong Jue

Chapter 34 The Ancient Holy Dragon, the Unknown Secret
The dragon shadow that suddenly appeared in the room looked familiar. It was Qin Luo's fighting spirit, which he called the blood-gold holy dragon's fighting spirit!
Qin Luo did not expect that his mysterious battle spirit had self-awareness, which filled him with astonishment and disbelief. No one knew the origin of the battle spirit.

However, through the pursuit and exploration of countless sages, the battle spirit is transformed by the rules of heaven and earth, bestowed by the will of heaven and earth, and is the fundamental basis for human beings to become stronger through cultivation.

And this battle spirit has no self-awareness. Even if it merges with or separates from its own body at the end of cultivation, it is just an existence similar to a clone, controlled by the warrior.

Fortunately, what gave Qin Luo a sigh of relief was that since he stepped into the awakening state, he still has control over that battle spirit.

The blood-gold sacred dragon was entrenched in the void in front of Qin Luo's bed, two feet above the ground, and the blood-gold light lingering on its body, like haze and clouds, made its body look hazy and blurred.

Its pupils were blood-red, like a Shura blood prison inside, filled with boundless killing intent condensed into substance, looking at it, it seemed that one could see the horrifying scene of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

But it looked at Qin Luo's deep eyes, but it was extraordinarily gentle, with a hint of nostalgia.

Qin Luo frowned slightly, looking at this mysterious and strange blood-gold holy dragon, the strange sense of familiarity in his heart arose again.

The relationship between one person and one dragon seems to be more than just the relationship between the host and the fighting spirit, there is a deeper origin, but he can't remember, that familiarity seems to be deeply imprinted on the soul.

There were bursts of stabbing pain in his head, he frowned slightly, rubbed the center of his brows, and looked at the blood-gold holy dragon with increasingly suspicious eyes. The memory about it seemed to be sealed and restricted, so he could only feel familiar.

"Who are you?" Qin Luo frowned and asked.

"Who am I?" The blood-gold holy dragon uttered words. Hearing this question, its pupils were particularly deep, like a vast starry sky. Said, "I am the ancient holy dragon."

The ancient holy dragon?

Qin Luo was inexplicably shocked by the unfamiliar title, as if the title had a strange deterrent effect.

"Isn't the soul of war unconscious?" After a moment of silence, Qin Luo asked the puzzlement and doubt in his heart.

"You hope I'm not conscious?" Taigu Shenglong asked with a smile, but there was a hint of sadness in his deep eyes.

Qin Luo shook his head lightly. For some reason, after seeing this ancient holy dragon manifested in front of his eyes, he suddenly lost the sense of vigilance and rejection. The feeling he felt from the other party was strange but familiar, with a sense of intimacy and trust. feel.

"I just want to know that for countless years in the world of fighting spirits, it seems that only you have consciousness."

Silence, tears flashed in the eyes of the ancient holy dragon, and he fell into the long memory. After a long time, he took a deep look at Qin Luo, and his deep voice was full of sadness.

"Because their level is too low, or they are seriously injured, their origins are scattered. They are all incomplete, and they are divided into thousands of pieces."

Qin Luo's heart was shocked, low level?Severe injuries and scattered sources?Incomplete, divided into thousands?What does this mean, do the first battle spirits have independent consciousness?And they are all unique?
He seems to have learned some great secrets, which involves the source of the battle spirit, it seems that it is not as simple as the rules of heaven and earth...

Qin Luo wanted to ask again, but the ancient holy dragon knew what he was thinking at a glance, and shook his head gently, with the indelible sadness and endless killing intent remaining in his eyes, "About the question you want to ask, will you know what to do in the future?" know."

In fact, I hope that you will never know the truth one day, that burden is too heavy...

"Although I am conscious, the original source has dissipated too much over countless years. Back then, you couldn't bear my power, and then sealed most of it, or merged it into your body. I, went back to cultivate.

Practice hard and improve your strength as soon as possible, the time left for you is running out. With a faint word, the ancient holy dragon re-transformed into blood-golden light and merged into Qin Luo's body as it did when it manifested.

"Wait, I still have a question to ask you." Suddenly thinking of something, Qin Luo said hastily.

"Ask." The ancient holy dragon's voice was weak.

"You seem to know the origin of the battle spirit, so let me ask you, is it really impossible to cultivate without a battle spirit?" Qin Luo's voice was unusually nervous.

"Once upon a time, it was possible." Taikoo Sacred Dragon said quietly, with nostalgia, but he didn't elaborate, directly pointing out Qin Luo's inner thoughts, and said in a strange voice.

"It's because of that little girl. She is very special. She can practice when the time is right. You don't have to worry. You just need to improve your strength quickly. Don't let her overtake you in the future."

After speaking, it fell into silence, obviously going to sleep and recuperating.

Qin Luo was speechless for a long time and didn't sleep all night, but he didn't feel sleepy at all. He got up, pushed open the window, and the coolness rushed in. The snow stopped, but the remaining snow condensed and reflected the moonlight. flicking.

Standing in front of the window, looking at the bright moon in the sky, Qin Luo fell into deep thought, his body trembled suddenly, as if a tremendous pressure fell on his heart, making him breathless.

The distant sky has already transmitted a faint light, driving away the darkness, and the stars are all over the sky, gradually fading away the light until it is invisible, and the brilliance of the moon has become dim.

Its daybreak.

Hongxia rose from the sky, shedding golden brilliance, the long-lost fiery red sun rose, and the light shone across the sky, taking off the blazing white coat in winter, bringing warmth to the cold earth.

The condensed snow reflected light, like crystal, and water droplets gradually condensed out, making people feel even colder.

The darkness before the dawn, the coldness when the snow melts...

A thick piercing chill rushed over, Qin Luo withdrew his gaze, and slowly exhaled a breath of white air, condensed into smoke, and curled away.

"The source of the battle spirit is an unknown secret."

He opened his mouth softly, his eyes suddenly became bright, bursting with bright light, the long-lost blood gradually surged, the cold wind fluttered his long hair, fluttering in a mess, giving people a feeling of high spirits, and on him, it seemed to be rejuvenated Gained vitality and found the goal of hard work.

"Wait for my revenge, and for you to wake up, let's explore together."

In the opposite room, the window was also pushed open. The girl was wrapped in a thick carpet, her long black hair was loose, and she stretched lazily against the cold wind. The skin is glowing with crystal luster, and there is a touch of laziness between the brows.

There was a faint smile on Qin Luo's face, and when he looked over, the girl seemed to feel something. She looked over with her beautiful eyes, and smiled slightly, but in an instant, thinking of her appearance, she blushed, stuck out her tongue, He retracted his head and closed the window.

Qin Luo was dumb for a while, but there was a touch of warmth in his heart.

Today, the first day of the new year, is also the clan competition of the Qin family...

(End of this chapter)