Qingming can practice well in the Demon Suppressing Tower, but it is not enough to survive the tribulation and transform into a dragon in the Demon Suppressing Tower. Right now, in this void, it is only connected to the Fantasy Mist Swamp in the Immortal Realm.
It was difficult for an envoy to reach here, and it was even more difficult for the dragon clan's aura to spread. Lu Xiaotian directly released Qingming from the Demon Suppression Tower.
The one who came out of the tower at the same time as Qing Ming was the little white python. Lu Xiaotian got some fairy fruits and transferred his consciousness into the minds of Qing Ming and the little white python. Lu Xiaotian then meditated on his own and tried his best to resist the black dragon essence in his body.
"Yes, sir!" Qingming learned that Lu Xiaotian had been seriously injured, and when she thought of the fearful days she had spent in Yanmoduyuan, and then returned to this relatively safe land of dragon transformation, she couldn't help but feel complicated and unspeakable. Even if she couldn't understand it clearly.
Feeling the trauma in Lu Xiaotian's body, he could see that Lu Xiaotian's body was vaguely unpredictable, and even lingered with an aura of death. Qingming knew that the trauma Lu Xiaotian suffered was definitely extraordinary.
But now Lu Xiaotian doesn’t know when he will be able to recover, and from the consciousness transmitted from Lu Xiaotian, Qingming also understands that danger may occur here at any time, so he doesn’t care about the sadness at the moment, Qingming made some jam for the little white python. It’s just that
The little white python seemed to be able to sense the bad situation in Lu Xiaotian's body. It just swam around Lu Xiaotian anxiously, whining and having no intention of eating the fruit pulp.
Later, the little white python seemed to be tired of walking around Lu Xiaotian, so it swam to Lu Xiaotian, leaned on Lu Xiaotian's legs, looked up at Lu Xiaotian from time to time, and then fell asleep.
Seeing the little white python's dependence on Lu Xiaotian, Qingming felt sad. She vaguely remembered that a long time ago, when she was just a little python, her parents suddenly lost news one day. She and her sister had been waiting for their parents to come back.
At that time, she was just like this little white python. She was tired from waiting and finally fell asleep leaning against her sister.
It's just that this little white python was in front of her. While she felt sad in her heart, Qingming could also feel a kind of warmth that had surrounded her for a long time. Even though Lu Xiaotian and even her sister Yanlong didn't mention Lu Xiaotian's true identity, Qingming only thought that before that
Lu Xiaotian may be a kind-hearted true immortal of the human race. But now that Lu Xiaotian has been severely injured in his body and is using all his strength to run the dragon essence, immortal essence, and space power to resist the black dragon dragon essence, the terrifying dragon essence fluctuations cannot be completely concealed.
The immortals in heaven, as well as those evil beings in the loose world, may only be able to care for each other like this if they are both members of the dragon clan. In the past, Qingming felt that the world was so big that there was no place for it, but now she feels that there is such a small and warm place in front of her.
The space makes Qingming feel that in this big and cold world, she will not be completely hopeless, but there is still meaning to persevere.
The little white python curled up and fell asleep on Lu Xiaotian's lap. Qingming's face was filled with anxiety and a warm smile, and she flew away into the distance, circulating the demonic energy in her body and feeling the breath of the thunder.
Yanlong told Qingming the process of transforming into a dragon. At the same time, Yanlong's explanation also included some insights after becoming a dragon and after Yanlong watched Lu Xiaotian practice in the body of Qinglong.
At this time, Qingming's starting level was higher than that of Yanlong.
As Qingming continued to circulate the demonic energy in his body, the aura of the Tribulation Thunder outside his body became more and more solemn. While Lu Xiaotian resisted the black dragon essence in his body, he hesitated for a while, and finally passed a trace of thought into Qingming's mind. This thought
Including a small part of his insights after becoming a dragon, but not all of them. With Qingming's cultivation strength at this time, it is far from being able to withstand his excessive true dragon artistic conception.
Lu Xiaotian's true dragon body was completely born from the battle and experienced countless blood and fire. When this thought was introduced into Qingming's mind, it was like a thunderbolt that penetrated Qingming's mind, making Qingming's mind almost blank and at the same time, it seemed
Touching a certain level of artistic conception that has never been reached before, it seems that transforming into a dragon does not completely rely on the secret method passed down by the clan. In the past, it was like looking at a mountain, but now what appears in front of Qingming seems to be an entire mountain.
Barrier mountain areas.
When Lu Xiaotian sent a thought to Qingming, he found that the little white python curled up by his legs had a faint trace of dragon energy in his breath. This was due to the unstable breath in his body, which caused a little dragon energy to leak out.
Inhaled into the body?
Lu Xiaotian used his spiritual consciousness to inspect the little white python, and found that there was no abnormality in the little white python, his breathing was steady, but he was sleeping very deeply. So he felt relieved. However, seeing that the little white python could absorb dragon energy, Lu Xiaotian also
Quietly, he passed through a trace of real dragon and entered the body of the little white python. The little white python seemed to have no other reaction except for a couple of comfortable hums, so Lu Xiaotian let it fall asleep.
Qingming, who touched the meaning of a true dragon, saw a broader and vast world.
The thunder clouds rolled in the void and gathered into thick thunder clouds above Qing Ming's head. According to Qing Ming's original prediction, after the thunder clouds were no less than ten thousand miles away, they should stop. However, the thunder clouds in the void at this time seemed to stretch endlessly.
It's like an end. It's still gathering like crazy. In addition to the airspace with a radius of thousands of miles, the thickness and intensity of the upper and lower thunderclouds are also increasing at an alarming rate.
Qing Ming's python body, which was already several dozen feet tall, was already considered huge compared to Lu Xiaotian and the little white python, but now it looked as small as gravel under the thunder clouds.
In order to prevent Lu Xiaotian and the little white python from being affected, Qingming snaked his python body and flew farther into the void.
Originally, Qingming had an inexplicable fear of the power of the tribulation thunder. The tribulation thunder was not only the door to advancement, but could also turn those who survived the tribulation into flying ashes, leading to the abyss of endless darkness.
At this time, after Qingming came into contact with a trace of the true dragon artistic conception, he was also touched by the astonishing fighting spirit in the artistic conception. Qingming opened his mouth and roared. It was no longer a deep hiss or a low roar of a snake and python, but a clear roar.
The dragon roars, but the dragon voice has already been born before the dragon body is formed.
Rumble... I don’t know how long it took, but the thunderclouds in the void stopped roaring, and thunder rolled down one after another. The blazing lightning and thunder annihilated everything in the void, and Qing Ming’s figure was already gone.
The python scales that began to change shone brightly.
"Moo..." The dragon's roar like an ox humming vibrated in the void, and the green dragon's long body wandered in the void. Lightning bolts that hit the python's scales were all bounced away by Biao Ming's body-protecting demonic light.
It's just that more and more lightnings are falling, and no matter how strong the body-protecting demonic light is, there is always a limit. After resisting it for a while, the body-protecting demonic light on Qingming's body becomes thinner and thinner.
Amidst the roaring thunder, the python scales on Qing Ming's body spattered one after another, or were burned black by the lightning, and even the flesh and blood inside were blurred.
The end of the thunder clouds in the sky was far away, and the falling thunder pillars were getting bigger and bigger. When the physical body was almost unable to bear it, Qingming spit out a silver Lopa, and there was a python in the middle of the Lopa.
Shape diagram. As the Lopa stretched out, covering the top of the void. Puff, puff, puff, thunder fell on the silver Lopa. At this time, Qingming's python body was rapidly recovering, seemingly riddled with holes.
New scales are constantly growing on the body. Two small bumps bulge on the forehead. There are also several small bumps protruding from the abdomen. Fine spikes appear on the tail.
Poof... there was another explosion, and the silver Lopa gradually couldn't bear it. It was about to be destroyed by the thunder, but Qingming took it back.
Three red crystal flying swords rose into the air.