Journey to the West: The poor monk Bodhidharma, the supreme Buddhist and Taoist

Chapter 216: The Power of the Ancestral Dragon!

The gigantic dragon, soaring through the void, is covered with golden scales, shining brightly.

In the huge golden pupils, there seems to be an inexhaustible golden flame of electric scraps, giving people an unparalleled sense of oppression.

Countless branches of lightning flashed around him, exuding an unrivaled majesty, and the whole world was filled with the aura of destruction.

"Ow!"

Accompanied by a terrifying roar.

The situation changed color.

The entire sky was shaking slightly, as if it was about to burst.

And this time.

Bodhidharma stands on the dragon's head, palms folded, eyes lowered, and the Buddha's light is shining all over his body, just like a Buddha coming to the world, with unpredictable power.

The breath around him was as calm as an ancient well, but it seemed to be integrated with the golden dragon beneath his feet.

Facing the monstrous power of this ten thousand zhang golden dragon, even if it is as strong as the afterimage of the candle dragon, it can only tremble.

Curled up, bowed his head and hummed, his expression was full of awe.

It was as if suddenly seeing an elder in the family, and he didn't even dare to breathe.

Not only the afterimage of the candle dragon.

The expressions of all the people at the scene changed suddenly the moment the golden dragon appeared.

In everyone's eyes, there was a look of inconceivable and unbelievable shock.

However, everything in front of me is definitely not an illusion.

more importantly.

The blood of the real dragon in the bodies of all the people suddenly boiled at the moment when the golden dragon appeared.

Seems like it's about to explode.

"Oh my god, how is this possible?!"

Feeling a little change in the blood in their body, Ao Guang and the others were surprised and delighted.

Because, they suddenly discovered that under the oppression of the mighty golden dragon, their own bloodlines had miraculously become much purer.

Ao Guang's eyes widened suddenly, looking at the golden dragon in the sky, his face was full of incredulity, as if the whole person... oh no, the whole dragon, suddenly fell into deep shock and couldn't extricate himself.

After a while, I just woke up from the shock.

Immediately took a deep breath, tremblingly said: "This is... Zulong?"

His voice was trembling, and he couldn't hide the excitement and excitement in his heart.

Of course.

The real ancestral dragon has already fallen in the early dragon and Han Dynasty, and it is impossible to reappear in the world.

But there is no doubt that the young monk in front of him must have mastered the power of the legendary ancestral dragon!

Ao Guang once heard that there is a supernatural power in Buddhism, called "Dawei Tianlong Zhengong", known as one of the top ten supernatural powers in Buddhism.

According to legend, this Dawei Tianlong True Kungfu was created by chance and coincidence of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, who obtained a ray of ancestral dragon power in Buzhou Mountain, and observed and enlightened for hundreds of years.

Thinking back to the Spring and Autumn Period.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva suppressed the riots in the Nether Hell by relying on the power of the mighty Tianlong, and then settled in the Nine Nethers.

However, compared with the real power of the ancestor dragon, Dawei Tianlong's true skill is only the tip of the iceberg.

And for the dragon clan, the power of the ancestral dragon is not just the power to destroy the world.

Unexpectedly, the power of the legendary ancestral dragon would reappear in the hands of this young monk today!
at this time.

Ao Run had already discovered the changes in the blood vessels in his body, and he was pleasantly surprised, but he didn't know what was going on.

Hearing Ao Guang's words suddenly, Ao Run couldn't help being stunned for a moment: "Zulong?"

A look of shock enveloped his face.

Ao Run looked in disbelief: "Brother, what do you mean... the golden dragon summoned by this monk is the power of the ancestor dragon?"

"Not bad!"

Ao Guang nodded solemnly.

"How is this possible?!"

Ao Run was dumbfounded.

Right now.

Among the crowd at the scene, there were many well-informed people who vaguely guessed something and were very excited.

"Ancestral dragon...the power of the ancestral dragon...the only power that can change the blood of my dragon clan is the power of the legendary ancestral dragon!"

"The power of the ancestor dragon? Didn't it mean that only dragons with the blood of the ancestor dragon can have the power of the ancestor dragon? How could this monk have the power of the ancestor dragon?"

"It can't be wrong... In this world, except for the power of the ancestor dragon, there is no divine power that can change the blood of my dragon clan... The sky will never die for my dragon clan, and there is hope for my dragon clan to rise!"

Since ancient times, the Dragon Clan has circulated a secret that is not a secret.

The purer the blood, the more likely it is to have the blood of the ancestor dragon.

But the problem is.

Since the fall of Zulong, the nine sons of Zulong gradually withdrew from the stage in the later years.

In Ao Guang's generation, not to mention the blood of the ancestor dragon, it is extremely rare to have the blood of the nine sons of the ancestor dragon.

The reason why the four Ao Guang brothers were able to become the Dragon King of the Four Seas.

It is because they have the blood of nine sons.

As for the other dragon clans, they have long since lost the blood of their ancestors.

This is also the root cause of the gradual decline of the dragon clan.

But what he never expected was that the young monk in front of him actually possessed such terrifying power of the ancestral dragon.

Enough to change the bloodline of the entire dragon clan!
If we can get the help of this young monk and restore the former glory of the Dragon Clan, it is definitely not wishful thinking!

Think about this.

All the people present, including Ao Guang and Ao Run, were all inexplicably excited.

A pair of eyes filled with fiery expectation, looking at Bodhidharma in unison, as if seeing an endless treasure.

Of course.

All of this depends on the mood of the other party, and whether they are willing to give alms out of good intentions.

After all, the opponent has the power of the ancestor dragon.

Even with the entire Dragon Clan, in front of the opponent, they will only end up being instantly killed.

"Big brother..."

Ao Run looked at Ao Guang and said in a low voice.

"I know what you're trying to say!"

As Ao Guang said, there was a resolute light in his eyes.

It was as if he had made up his mind.

Just at this time.

in the void.

Bodhidharma stood tall, standing on top of the golden dragon, looking down at the afterimage of the candle dragon below.

"Amitabha!"

The sound didn't seem loud, but it spread far away.

It's over.

Dharma suddenly clapped his palm.

"boom!"

An incomparably huge golden palm print appeared out of thin air, crossed the sky, and suppressed directly towards the afterimage of the candle dragon.

Under the oppression of the mighty golden dragon, the afterimage of Zhulong dared not move at all, let alone resist.

"boom!"

There was another loud explosion, which suddenly resounded through the sky.

Like rolling thunder, the void was shaken continuously, and the hurricane was raging.

Look closely.

The afterimage of the candle dragon had already been shattered by the golden palm prints, and turned into dots of light, filling the sky above the sea.

"That's the fourth child's dragon scale!"

Ao Run said in a deep voice.

"Sigh, the fourth child was too impulsive, burned his blood, and lost his dragon scales... Even if he survives this time by luck, I'm afraid he will have to stay in bed in the future!"

Ao Guang shook his head with a sigh.

In this regard, although he is the Dragon King of the East China Sea, he has nothing to do.

For the Dragon Clan, dragon scales are as important as blood.

Just when Ao Guang felt sorry for him.

But Bodhidharma raised his hand suddenly, boundless mana, mixed with the light of sandalwood Buddha, flew out like a horse.

The dragon scales all over the sky, under the effect of mana, seemed to come alive suddenly, and rushed towards Ao Shun one after another.

clang, clang, clang...

Accompanied by the sound of broken gold came in an endless stream.

Pieces of dragon scales were automatically inlaid on Ao Shun's body, immediately stopping the bleeding.

(End of this chapter)