"With such brutal plundering methods, is this a terrifying figure from the Demon Sect?"
The ancient god murmured to himself, obviously extremely shocked.
"What does the person standing behind him want from me? To plunder my blood?"
As the most sacred holy war angel who once stood at the top of the Western Heaven Realm, specializing in fighting against demons, the Ancient God had a deeper understanding of darkness than most people.
Most people just stare into the abyss, but he fights 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 bloodline, now is the best opportunity. Why wait like this? And his method is not dark, but full of ancient and primitive atmosphere. Which terrible existence invented this
method?"
The ancient god frowned and thought back, but he couldn't think of any great supernatural power person in the long history who was famous for such a method.
"The long river of time has drowned too much."
He sighed and stood still, his expression changing uncertainly.
Now he still controls the dominance of the Nine Nether Bone Formation, and Tang Xuanming has already penetrated deeply into it.
As long as he wants, he can seal this mysterious young man in it at any time, and he will never have to worry about anything else.
This is his real back-up plan.
But he hesitated for a moment, but in the end he didn't take action.
Half an hour later, Tang Xuanming walked out of the depths of the ground intact, and he was carrying a divine dragon about thirty feet long in his hand.
A person who is only two meters tall is carrying a dragon that is over thirty feet tall. The scene is extremely shocking.
boom!
Tang Xuanming threw the unconscious Purple Gold Dragon on the ground, turned to the ancient god and said: "Now he is yours."
The ancient god nodded with a complex expression, and without hesitation, he walked up to the huge head of the Purple Gold Divine Dragon in front of Tang Xuanming, and placed one hand on the Purple Gold Divine Dragon's head.
"Ouch!"
The unlucky Zijin Shenlong reluctantly opened his eyes due to the violent shock, and then saw an old man full of staleness walking up to him and putting a hand on his head.
Before he could react, all the energy in his body was flowing wildly and uncontrollably, and his body was shaking violently involuntarily. Tang Xuanming pressed one hand on Zijin Shenlong's body to prevent him from struggling violently.
Most of his energy was focused on the old ancient god. The aura of the Purple Gold Dragon continued to decline, and his body shrank little by little, which showed that his energy and spirit were constantly disappearing.
The ancient god's dry body became plump little by little, and his whole body was like an inflated balloon.
There seemed to be hundreds of rats inside the skinny and skinny body. The skin was filling up little by little, and flesh and blood was gradually born underneath.
The skin that was originally full of wrinkles stretched out little by little, the rickety back straightened little by little, and even the sparse hair on the top of the head grew a little, taking on a hint of black from the original silvery white.
This process lasted for a full hour.
Finally, a miniature dragon of about one meter appeared in front of Tang Xuanming, turning the old ancient statue back to middle age. The energy and blood in his body were full. Although his eyes were still vicissitudes of life, he had barely reached the fourth level.
degree.
It is no longer in the previous state where it seemed like it would fall over if the wind blew.
"call!"
Under Tang Xuanming's gaze, the ancient god took a long breath. Feeling the full strength in his body, he couldn't help but clenched his fists and looked slightly excited.
And when he looked up at Tang Xuanming, all the excitement disappeared.
The young man in front of him has jumped from the fifth level for the first time to the fifth level. After a period of polishing, he can easily reach the fifth level peak and can strive towards the limit of martial arts in the human world.
At Tang Xuanming's age, this was simply shocking.
"You want to leave?"
"Yes."
Tang Xuanming, who had achieved complete success, was in high spirits, with his black hair dancing in the mountain wind, and he had a different kind of temperament.
"Where did you get the magic to extract blood?"
The ancient god couldn't help but ask this question.
Tang Xuanming smiled and said nothing, then changed the subject and said: "If I want to find you, what method should I use? When I am strong enough, I will try to devour the kind of thing in your body that is intertwined with you.
Bloodline, this is the promise I make to you."
"Alas!" The ancient god sighed, knowing that he would get nothing out of his question, so he took out a strange dagger from his arms and handed it into Tang Xuanming's hand.
"I have worn this dagger for many years, and it contains my aura. If you want to find me, just follow its guidance."
Tang Xuanming pulled out the dagger from the scabbard. The dagger with an extremely simple appearance shone with a cold light, and it was obviously a top-notch sharp blade.
Being able to be kept by a strong man of the God-Emperor level back then, I think it was also the most top-notch weapon.
"See you later."
"etc!"
Tang Xuanming was about to leave when the Ancient God called him to stop him. Seeing that Tang Xuanming was a little puzzled, the Ancient God pointed at a pocket that had been continuously extracted blood and essence by the two of them, shrinking from the original size of hundreds of feet to one meter.
Shenlong type.
"Bring this with you, it will help you live longer."
The ancient god stretched out his hand to touch the dragon, and an armor similar in color to the purple-gold dragon fell off the dragon's body and fell into Tang Xuanming's hands.
Tang Xuanming was stunned for a moment. He knew the reputation of this armor.
That was the strongest man in the world, and the shell left behind represents the strongest defense.
One of the most famous magical weapons in the Eastern Continent - Xuanwu Armor.
Looking down at the Xuanwu Armor that had shrunk to the size of a palm, Tang Xuanming put it directly into his arms, nodded to the ancient god, and said: "Then I will accept it, and I will try to swallow it when I become invincible in the human world."
The blood in your body is trying to get you out of your current predicament."
Tang Xuanming had a free and easy temper. He didn't stay much after he finished speaking and left gracefully.
The ancient god waited until Tang Xuanming's figure disappeared from sight, shook his head, turned around and walked into the temple.
"Cough...cough..."
The sudden sound made the ancient god stunned for a moment. The miniature snake-like purple gold dragon at his feet shook his head and was about to stand up.
After experiencing two terrible shocks in a row, he did not die and was still tenacious. It must be said that the vitality of the mythical beast is tenacity.
The little Shenlong shook his head and looked around, and found that he suddenly appeared in a novel place, and 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 the Zijin Shenlong's ears. It seemed as if it was under a restraining spell. It tilted its head little by little, and the middle-aged face of the ancient god was reflected in his eyes.
"Fuck!"
The Purple Gold Shenlong grabbed the ground with its four claws and was about to fly away, then suddenly came over, blinked its eyes, and laughed wildly: "Hahahaha, you old man, do you think you can scare me by making the sky and the earth become so big?
Your aura is only level four, hahahaha."
"Uncle Long is going to teach you a lesson today and let you know why the flowers are so red?"