Chapter 320 The Divine Soldier of the Eastern Land
Countless amounts of essence and energy poured into the foot of the White Bone Giant Mountain like a tide, and from time to time a painful wail could be heard from deep underground.
Sixty-four pieces of Yuan Yuan Stone emerged in the void little by little as Tang Xuanming mobilized them, constantly absorbing the essence of heaven and earth.
The Nine Nether White Bone Formation has not been truly mobilized for thousands of years. Once it is in operation, the entire White Bone Giant Mountain will be shrouded in a protective shield.
The cloud-like black objects that had been surrounding the giant mountain of white bones began to flow at the same time. Three hundred and sixty-five to dark light submerged into it, and the black mist that Tang Xuanming originally thought was evil began to flow as if it had life.
Group after group of black mist condensed into all kinds of strange creatures, including a vivid giant dragon whose entire body was black, a black demonic wolf that roared up to the sky, and a terrifying giant python that was hundreds of feet long...
The entire black mist surrounding the White Bone Giant Mountain turned into creatures one after another, ferocious and terrifying, and the entire mountaintop was filled with a weird atmosphere.
"This is soul gathering? All the souls of the prey hunted by the ancient giants are bound here to restrain the purple-gold dragon underneath?"
Tang Xuanming had a vague understanding in his heart, but the movements of his hands did not stop. One after another, the seals were formed, and transformed into various attack techniques to bombard the depths of the ground. The bombardments were invisible to him, but they were
The real dragon.
And as his true energy gradually mastered the entire formation, the originally dark and evil formation became brighter little by little. From the top of the mountain, a bit of pale gold spread down, covering the entire formation.
Tang Xuanming's mind seemed to be integrated with the entire Nine Nether Bone Array. His mental thoughts dropped little by little, as if he suddenly had an extra pair of eyes and sank into the depths of the ground.
He "saw" deep underground, in a space created by the formation, a purple-gold divine dragon hundreds of feet long roaring and roaring, fighting with the black demon souls that suddenly emerged from the void.
Occasionally, a bolt of bloody lightning would strike out in the void without any pattern, making the dragon tremble all over.
This dragon's momentum was extremely terrifying and it was already at the pinnacle of the human world. If it were not troubled by a large formation, Tang Xuanming had no doubt that he could break the void and leave.
The purple-gold scales all over his body make him look majestic and extraordinary. He has the ultimate beauty that all races imagine of a dragon, with a slender body, sharp claws, and bifurcated antlers on his head that constantly open and close with his movements.
Scales…
It can be said that it shows the symbol of strength and beauty every minute and every second.
The only thing that didn't match him was the curse words that kept coming out of his mouth.
"Damn old guy, I will definitely cut you into three pieces when I come out."
"Don't try to make me give in. With your frustrated look, I will never be able to serve as your mount."
"Why have you, an old man like you, survived all these years and not died yet?"
"Uncle Long is a born aristocrat, the emperor of the dragon clan. He is much nobler than you in terms of bloodline. You are not worthy of carrying his shoes, so you are worthy of carrying a toilet for him..."
Even though he had long known about the purple and gold dragon's bad temper, when Tang Xuanming's spirit completely integrated into the formation and he heard the dragon's screams and curses, he still felt shocked.
This is the most majestic dragon he has ever seen, and also the least dragon-like guy he has ever seen.
He was full of swear words and kept doing all kinds of obscene actions.
This doesn't look like a dragon at all, but like a ruffian.
"Sure enough, it's just the wrong name, not the wrong nickname, Ruffian Dragon..."
Tang Xuanming didn't know how to complain. He just silently increased the intensity of the formation and chopped the dragon until it howled.
At the same time, he silently compared in his mind and found that he could not defeat this ruffian dragon in a head-on battle.
Each of the thunderbolts struck by the Nine Nether White Bone Formation were no less than those of the sixth level, and carried terrifying lethality. However, the lightning struck on the dragon's body only caused an occasional black spot on his body, and it quickly returned to its original state.
It's impossible to cause much damage.
And group after group of black demon souls, under the blessing of Jiuyou White Bone Town, each one is not inferior to the fifth level, and even the most powerful one vaguely touches the seventh level. It must be that the ancient gods have not completely declined back then.
At that time, he hunted beasts at the level of immortals and gods.
Group after group of black mist constantly impacted the spiritual sea of the Purple Gold Divine Dragon, but this dragon full of expressions was still beaming and full of energy.
Although he kept screaming and scolding him more and more harshly, Tang Xuanming did not feel that his energy and spirit were weakening.
Tang Xuanming specifically looked at the torso of the Purple Gold Dragon. After all, if he remembered correctly, this dragon was wearing one of the most famous magic weapons in the Eastern Continent, Xuanwu Armor, which was said to have unparalleled defense power in the world.
After taking a closer look, I finally found some clues.
The entire body of the Purple Gold Dragon looks completely golden, but in fact, if you look closely, you can find that the color from the head to the tail will be slightly different after being bombarded by lightning.
Bombarding the head and tail will directly burn the purple gold dragon's scales black, but bombarding the torso will not cause any changes. Although the dragon screams in agony, there are no injuries on the body surface.
"I wonder why the ancient god threw the Black Tortoise Armor to this dragon back then? Could it be that the ruffian dragon stole it? Then he was discovered, and he was directly suppressed here by the ancient god."
Tang Xuanming glanced at the ancient god sitting on the steps at the door of the ancient temple with a strange look. The old god was listening to the screams of the Purple Gold Divine Dragon, with a slight smile on his lips.
The scolding voice of this scoundrel dragon must have cast a considerable shadow on this ancient god. Hearing such a tragic cry of the Purple Gold Divine Dragon must have made him feel quite happy.
"If Xuanwu Armor is worn on his body, will it affect the attack power of the formation?"
After mastering the formation proficiently, Tang Xuanming focused on two things, controlling the formation to attack again and again, while questioning the ancient gods.
He asked the ancient god twice before turning his head to look at him. He was not surprised at all that Tang Xuanming recognized the Xuanwu Armor. In his guess, someone had been observing him for thousands of years, or even longer.
It is only natural to know that Xuanwu Armor is one of the most powerful divine weapons in myths and legends, a treasure that can make any strong man in the world tremble.
"It won't use the Xuanwu Armor. The Xuanwu Armor doesn't recognize its owner at all. After losing the soul of the divine weapon, the defensive power of the Xuanwu Armor is greatly reduced. The power consumed after using it is also terrifying. That damn dragon is like this
I will definitely not use Xuanwu Armor in this difficult situation."
"Wearing Xuanwu Armor just makes him stay up for two more days!"