The days spent in the ancient temple in the Endless Mountains were boring and boring. After convincing the ancient gods and mastering the Nine Nether Bone Formation, the hell-level difficulty that Tang Xuanming thought had been reduced to easy difficulty.
Hearing the shrill screams of the Purple Gold Divine Dragon every day has even become a habit for him. He would feel uncomfortable if he didn't listen to a few words every day.
The ancient god also sat with great interest on the steps in front of the Bone Temple every day, first listening to the screams of the Purple Gold Divine Dragon for half an hour, and then chatting with Tang Xuanming based on the screams of the Purple Gold Divine Dragon.
The ancient god's knowledge is very broad. After all, he was once the strongest among the holy war angels in the western heaven. He was a person who reached the realm of the God Emperor and almost touched the level of heaven. He even experienced the destruction of the world by heaven.
He also had interactions with Chen Zhan, the most legendary figure of this era, and his life can be called a legend.
Chatting with him made Tang Xuanming master a lot of knowledge. Of course, chatting with Tang Xuanming also shocked the ancient god.
He found that Tang Xuanming didn't know much about basic knowledge in various aspects, but he was extremely familiar with the secrets of the strongest person in the world.
Occasionally, Tang Xuanming talked about Chen Zhan and the top experts in the heaven. Tang Xuanming was not afraid of the stage and spoke clearly and clearly.
Even Tang Xuanming knew the situation of his wife and son very well.
She even told him why his wife wanted to kill his two brothers, which made him sigh.
He completely believed that Tang Xuanming's master was an extremely powerful person and was very likely to be able to influence the pattern of heaven and earth.
He was not so repulsive to Tang Xuanming, and he still bent his body and clicked a few times on the Nine Nether White Bone Formation, and then said to Tang Xuanming with a smile: "This is the vigilance of an old immortal."
That should be one of the backup tools he left behind, a way to check and balance Tang Xuanming.
It was only later that Tang Xuanming chatted with him that he completely trusted Tang Xuanming and gave up on his own initiative. This was the only accident in nine days.
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On the ninth day of the operation of the Nine Nether Bone Array, the roar coming from the depths of the ground was close to nothing. The occasional sound that was heard was not as angry and violent as before, but was full of weakness.
The ancient god listened carefully for a while, then said with a smile: "He has no strength anymore, his body is still strong, but he has no strength to move, you can take action."
The fact is just as the stock god said, with the help of the integrated Nine Nether White Bones Formation, Tang Xuanming saw deep underground, in the space opened up by the formation, a dragon over a hundred feet lying helplessly in it.
Lightning kept appearing in the void, striking at the dragon's body, but the behemoth, which was hundreds of feet long, was like a dead snake. It only twitched occasionally and never moved again.
There didn't seem to be any injuries on his body, but the purple-gold scales all over his body were dull and dull, and a pair of dragon eyes were half closed, like an eggplant beaten by frost, wilting and wilting.
He had already looked like this half a day ago, but Tang Xuanming was still worried and controlled the lightning to strike for another half day.
By now it has been basically confirmed that the Purple Gold Divine Dragon can't even yell and curse, so it can be considered as a complete rest.
"Then I'll give it a try."
Tang Xuanming nodded to the ancient god, followed the ancient god's previous instructions, and clicked the Nirvana Technique a few times in the void. The whole person disappeared directly on the spot, and then appeared in the space opened by the Nine Nether Bone Array.
He sat down on the head of the Purple Gold Divine Dragon. This powerful divine beast suddenly bounced and let out a feeble groan, which startled Tang Xuanming.
But this is the limit that Zijin Shenlong can achieve. The dragon essence in his body is exhausted in the fight against lightning, and his spiritual power is also consumed in the process of fighting countless demon souls until it is close to nothing.
Now barely moving is the limit of what he can do.
"Hey! Don't be afraid, it won't hurt very much."
Tang Xuanming smiled brightly and gently touched the scales of the purple golden dragon with his hand. The body of this powerful divine beast trembled slightly, as if in fear.
Tang Xuanming felt the powerful power flowing in this dragon body and was extremely satisfied.
Like a butcher, he pressed and patted the Purple Gold Divine Dragon again and again, as if he was considering where to cut it. This gesture made the Purple Gold Divine Dragon tremble again.
After pondering for a long time, Tang Xuanming walked to the dragon's head that was taller than him, picked the position of the neck under the head, picked up a scale with his hand, looked at the soft flesh below, smiled with satisfaction, and then
It was a powerful breath of sword energy.
The body of the semi-conscious Zijin Shenlong trembled, and a wound about two feet long appeared at the place where Tang Xuanming hit him, with little red blood flowing out of it.
Tang Xuanming looked solemn, and his whole body turned into several phantoms, and he quickly slapped different parts of the purple golden dragon's body. This was a technique spread among the Pi tribe to activate blood vessels.
"Juyuan!"
After a while, Tang Xuanming stood where the wound was and put his right hand hard on the wound.
Even in the coma, the Purple-Gold Divine Dragon began to twitch violently, as if he was suffering from great pain. Tang Xuanming had to use a formation to restrain the Purple-Gold Divine Dragon.
Moreover, on his right hand, a mass of crimson blood with even a hint of gold slowly gathered.
At first it was only as big as a fingernail, then it continued to grow in size, and after half an hour it turned into a ball of continuously flowing purple-gold blood as big as a heart.
You can vaguely see a purple-gold divine dragon on the surface, constantly flowing and roaring from time to time.
Tang Xuanming glanced at the Purple Gold Divine Dragon, whose body had shrunk from over a hundred feet to about thirty feet, and swallowed the blood in one gulp.
At that moment, it was like swallowing a volcano.
The surging and majestic power burst out from his abdomen and flowed along the whole body in some strange trajectory.
A clear dragon roar came from among the limbs and bones, and the exposed skin even grew purple-gold scales in an instant, but then slowly disappeared with Tang Xuanming's breathing, and returned to its original appearance.
The ancient god, who had been listless and seemed to be falling asleep at any moment, was originally sitting on the steps of the ancient temple, but he kept staring at the bottom of the giant mountain of bones.
The layers of white bones and the Nine Nether White Bones Array seemed unable to block his sight, and what Tang Xuanming did in the Nine Nether White Bones Array was clearly reflected in his pupils.
When he saw the scales growing on Tang Xuanming's body, the ancient god suddenly stood up, and his turbid eyes became clear again, as deep and deep as an ancient pool with no bottom.
"Stealing the sky in exchange for the sun? Forcibly plundering the bloodline of a divine dragon. What kind of method is this?"