Reflect the world

Chapter 323 Why Are Flowers So Red (Second)

"Such a brutal means of plundering, is this a terrifying figure from the Demon Sect?"

The ancient god muttered to himself, obviously extremely shocked.

"What does the person standing behind him want to plot from me? To plunder my blood?"

As the holy war angel who once stood at the top of the Western Heaven Realm and was dedicated to fighting against demon gods, the ancient gods had a deeper understanding of darkness than most people.

Most people just stared at the abyss, but he was fighting in the abyss, occasionally looking up to heaven.

So he clearly knew how terrifying the devil's methods were.

"No, if you want to plunder my blood, now is the best chance. Why wait like this? And his method is not dark, but full of ancient and primitive atmosphere. Which terrifying existence invented such a thing? method?"

The ancient god frowned and recalled, but he couldn't think of any great supernatural being famous in the long history of the past with such a method.

"The river of time has drowned too much."

He sighed, the whole person stood in place, his expression fluctuating.

Now he still holds the dominance of the Jiuyou Bone Formation, and Tang Xuanming has penetrated into it.

As long as he wanted to, he could seal this mysterious young man in it at any time, and he didn't need to have other troubles anymore.

This is his real backhand.

It's just that he hesitated for a moment, but he still didn't make a move after all.

Half an hour later, Tang Xuanming walked out from the depths of the ground intact, and he was holding a dragon about thirty feet long by his hand.

A person whose height is no more than two meters is carrying a dragon that is more than thirty feet in size. Such a scene is extremely shocking.

boom!
Tang Xuanming threw the unconscious Zijin Shenlong on the ground, turned to Gu Shenlong and said, "Now he is yours."

The ancient god nodded with a complex expression, and he didn't shy away from it. He walked up to the huge head of the Zijin Shenlong in front of Tang Xuanming, and pressed his hand on the Zijin Shenlong's head.

"Ow!"

The unlucky Zijin Shenlong barely opened his eyes due to the violent vibration, and then saw an old man full of desperation walking in front of him, with one hand on his head.

Before he could react, the energy in his whole body flowed wildly uncontrollably, and his body shook violently involuntarily. Tang Xuanming pressed one hand on Zijin Shenlong's body to avoid his violent struggle.

And most of his energy was staring at the old ancient god, the aura of the Zijin Shenlong continued to decline, and his body shrank a little bit, which showed that his energy was constantly disappearing.

And the withered body of the ancient god gradually plumped up, like an inflated balloon.

There seemed to be hundreds of rats in the skinny body, the skin gradually filled up, and flesh and blood gradually emerged underneath.

The skin that was originally full of folds stretched out little by little, the stooped back straightened little by little, and even the sparse hair on the top of the head grew a little, turning the original silvery white into a jet black.

This process lasted for an hour.

In the end, a miniature divine dragon about one meter in size appeared in front of Tang Xuanming, bringing the old ancient idol back to middle age. The blood in his body was full of energy and blood. Although the eyes were still vicissitudes, they had barely reached the fourth level. degree.

It's no longer the previous state where it seemed like it would fall if the wind blows.

"call!"

Under Tang Xuanming's watchful eyes, the ancient god let out a long breath, felt the strength in his body, couldn't help clenching his fists, and looked a little excited.

And when he looked up at Tang Xuanming, all the excitement disappeared again.

The young man in front of him has jumped from entering the fifth level to the fifth level. After a period of polishing, he can easily reach the peak of the fifth level, and he can strive towards the limit of martial arts in the human world.

At Tang Xuanming's age, this is simply shocking.

"You want to leave?"

"Yes."

Tang Xuanming, who had achieved complete success, was full of vigor, with black hair dancing under the mountain wind, possessing a different kind of temperament.

"Where did you get the art of drawing blood?"

The Ancient God still couldn't help asking this question.

Tang Xuanming smiled without saying a word, and changed the subject: "If I want to find you, what method should I use? When I am strong enough, I will try to devour the entanglement in your body." Bloodline, this is my promise to you."

"Alas!" The ancient god sighed, knowing that there was nothing to ask, he took out a strange dagger from his bosom, and handed it to Tang Xuanming.

"I have worn this dagger for many years, and it has my remaining breath on it. If you want to find me, just follow its guidance."

Tang Xuanming pulled out the dagger from the scabbard. The dagger with a very simple appearance was gleaming with cold light. It was obviously a top-notch sharp blade.

Being able to be kept by a god-emperor-level powerhouse back then is the most top-notch weapon.

"See you later."

"and many more!"

Tang Xuanming was about to leave, but the ancient god called him to stop him. Seeing that Tang Xuanming was a little puzzled, the ancient god pointed with his finger at the pocket-sized body that had been continuously extracted by the two of them for blood and energy. Type Shenlong.

"Take this on, it will make you live longer."

The ancient god stretched out his hand on Shenlong's body, and a piece of armor with the same color as the purple gold Shenlong's body fell off from Shenlong's body and fell into Tang Xuanming's hands.

Tang Xuanming was stunned for a moment, he knew the prestige of this armor.

It was the strongest man in the world, the remains left behind, representing the strongest defense.

One of the most famous divine weapons in the Eastern Continent—the Black Tortoise Armor.

Looking down at the basalt armor that had shrunk to the size of a palm, Tang Xuanming put it into his arms, nodded to the ancient god, and said, "Then I will accept it, and I will try to swallow it when I am invincible in the human world." The blood in your body is trying to get you out of the current predicament."

Tang Xuanming has a free and easy temperament, he didn't stay long after speaking, and left in a cool manner.

The ancient god waited until Tang Xuanming's figure disappeared from his vision, shook his head, turned around and was about to walk into the temple.

"Cough...cough..."

The sudden sound stunned the ancient god for a moment, and the pocket-sized purple-gold dragon shook its head like a small snake under its feet, and was trying to stand up.

After experiencing two terrible shocks in a row, he did not die, and was still tenacious. It has to be said that the vitality of a divine beast is tenacious.

The little Shenlong shook his head and looked left and right, and found that he suddenly appeared in a novel place, he couldn't help laughing.

"Uncle Long, I finally got out of trouble, damn old guy, I won in the end."

"you win?"

A hoarse and magnetic voice sounded in Zijin Shenlong's ears. It seemed to be under the spell of immobilization, and it tilted its head a little bit, and the middle-aged photo of the ancient god came into his eyes.

"Fuck!"

Zijin Shenlong grabbed the ground with four claws and was about to fly away on the spot, then came over suddenly, blinked his eyes, and laughed wildly: "Hahahaha, you old clapper, do you think you can scare me by becoming so big? Your aura is only at the fourth level, hahahaha."

"Uncle Long is going to teach you a lesson today, and let you know why flowers are so popular?"

(End of this chapter)