At the last moment when it turned into a rain of light, Tang Xuanming vaguely saw a black dragon entering his body.
Before he could understand it carefully, he felt his spiritual consciousness rising infinitely, and then suddenly it went dark. When he regained his clear consciousness, he saw the familiar yet unfamiliar altar again.
Statues of various mythical beasts come to life, and the center of the altar is like a lake of nothingness with little ripples.
Tang Xuanming "saw" an extremely pure essence flying out from a star that kept shining and became brighter and brighter.
The faces of countless people among the stars flashed quickly, including Master Ban with the huge nose, Genie with a calm and indifferent face, Wei Zhuang, the mighty and domineering one, and Ying Zheng, the one emperor through the ages...
Countless people's faces flashed quickly and then disappeared quickly.
In the end, the image of Tang Xuanming was finalized. There are scenes of Tang Xuanming fighting a life-and-death battle with wild wolves, scenes of him strategizing in the Mohist government city to repel Qin soldiers and gathering quicksand, and scenes of him practicing swordsmanship in the sea and splitting the sea with one sword.
A magnificent sight...
All of Tang Xuanming's experiences emerged one by one, but it was like someone pressed the accelerator button. All the experiences flashed quickly, and only the most unforgettable and deep-remembered ones emerged most clearly.
Then the scene freezes at the end, where Ying Zheng is stabbed through the heart by Tian Wen's sword.
Seeing this, Tang Xuanming instinctively pressed his chest, as if he could feel the heartbreaking pain.
"I didn't expect Ying Zheng's strength to be so terrifying..."
In the end, Ying Zheng's sword was simple and unpretentious, but it was extremely majestic. Even with Tang Xuanming's strength, he had no chance to dodge, and the majestic sword intent even tore his solid and immortal body apart.
"But in the end I won."
Tang Xuanming's mouth curved into a smile, and then it turned into a huge scream.
The essence that spewed out from the center of the altar quickly merged into his body, transforming his now slightly frail body.
In the world of Mingyue in the Qin Dynasty, he had already practiced the Ant King Technique, his body was as strong as glass, his body was as strong as diamond, and he had learned the most outstanding swordsmanship of the Strategist, the Hundred-Step Flying Sword.
But on the altar, he is still just the fragile body that originally traveled from the earth. The internal strength of the first-class master he practiced in the bright moon of Qin Dynasty and the huge physical essence after entering the Ant King method are all pouring in.
his body.
"Swallow the essence of heaven and earth, melt the brilliance of the sun and moon, gather the spiritual energy of mountains, rivers and earth..."
The Ant King Method was once again operating in the body. With previous successful experience, it was carried out very easily this time.
It is also extremely painful, and it is also a difficult torture.
Even though Tang Xuanming had already experienced it once, his whole body was still shaking with pain.
In the world of Mingyue in the Qin Dynasty, his internal strength was not inferior to Yan Dan's decades of accumulation, not to mention the ant emperor method, which was stronger than when he first started.
Too much, too much.
"Hey, this essence seems to be purer than the essence in the bright moon of Qin Dynasty. After being filtered by the altar, the essence seems to be getting richer and richer."
As his body continued to strengthen, Tang Xuanming became more and more relaxed, and his sudden discovery cheered him up.
He felt it more carefully, and sure enough, the overall energy was much less than he had estimated before, shrinking by about 30%.
But after absorbing this pure essence, Tang Xuanming clearly felt that the Ant King Method was running much more smoothly.
Although the qi and blood in the body have not increased generally, the activity has been greatly enhanced.
Although he hasn't tried it yet, Tang Xuanming is sure that with such a physique, the speed of swallowing the essence of heaven and earth, the essence of the sun and the moon will obviously increase a lot.
When the familiar golden veins appeared in his body again, Tang Xuanming became energetic.
"The internal strength of my own practice is no less than that of Gao Jianli. In addition, the Ant King Technique is much better than the first time I started using the Ant King Technique. What kind of patterns will be condensed from this?"
He thought expectantly.
"Wolf shape? No, it must be more than just wolf shape."
"Tiger shape? It's possible. That's not bad. After all, he is the top warrior in the tribe."
The golden veins on the body are constantly outlined, no longer the wolf patterns before, but roughly looking more like a tiger.
Tang Xuanming felt a little regretful, but he was still satisfied.
He wished he could condense the ant emperor pattern all at once, but he also had self-awareness.
In this top-notch world of martial arts, there are countless treasures of heaven and earth, and endless magical powers, but the Ant King Method still stumps countless people. You can imagine how difficult it is to practice.
"But one day I will get the ant emperor pattern."
The void-like center of the altar gave Tang Xuanming endless confidence.
Just one appearance turned him from a sick young man who was unable to practice to an entry into the Ant King method, and he had tiger stripes that were rare in the tribe. What else could he be dissatisfied with?
Just when Tang Xuanming thought everything was about to settle, a loud dragon roar suddenly sounded from the smooth mirror-like altar in front of him.
A majestic black dragon rushed out from it, with horns like a deer, a head like a camel, a mouth like a donkey, eyes like a turtle, ears like a cow, scales like a fish, a beard like a shrimp, a belly like a snake, and feet like an eagle.
The whole body is covered with black scales, and the slender body is constantly twisting. The scales on the body open and close, full of strength and beauty.
Roar!
This black dragon that only exists in myths and legends let out a loud dragon roar, and plunged into Tang Xuanming's chest in front of Tang Xuanming's shocked eyes.
"what happened?"
Tang Xuanming was a little confused and instinctively used the Ant King Technique. The essence in his body was almost finished digesting, and the Ant King Technique was about to stop functioning.
But after the black dragon penetrated into his body, the speed of the Ant King Method changed from the walking speed of an ordinary person to the lightning walking speed of the Thieves.
Tang Xuanming's face turned red during the violent advance.
The original golden veins in the body are like a drunken painter splashing ink on a painting. They were originally tiger stripes, but now they are constantly distorting and changing.
The golden veins changed at a dizzying speed, and Tang Xuanming, who looked inside, almost spit out a mouthful of blood.
He saw the black dragon rushing into the golden veins and swallowing up the chaotic and abstract veins in one mouthful.
The black dragon's horns, as black as ink, were dyed with a ray of gold, and then the black spread quickly, filling the entire body of the black dragon.
The black dragon turned into a dazzling golden dragon. The originally mighty and domineering dragon kept shrinking.
It was as if he had regressed from his adult state, and finally changed only a little bit, which was imprinted on Tang Xuanming's chest. If Tang Xuanming hadn't been observing all these changes from beginning to end.
He couldn't even confirm it. The dragon became the size of an ant and was imprinted on his chest. He could ignore it even if he didn't pay attention.
"What is this?"
Tang Xuanming scratched his head and couldn't figure out the situation.