Clang The sound of the collision of gold and iron sounded, shaking the boundless void.
The confrontation between the two totems was in an illusory world.
However, this confrontation was no different from the killing in reality.
If it is destroyed, Qingyang Huan will also be severely damaged, and may even be completely buried here.
The Golden Yinglong, as the prototype of the totem originally constructed by Qingyang Huan, has begun to show its original majesty.
The ancient great evil, the majestic desolation originating from the ancient times, is rolling in.
As one of the most majestic creatures in the wilderness, Yinglong's great power has penetrated time and space, and his figure is imprinted between heaven and earth.
Even the divine form he has imagined contains supreme power.
The dark and ugly turtle shell was directly shot away.
It only trembled a few times before falling down.
The old turtle stretched out his head and opened his mouth.
A bloody aura filled the air, and a river of rotten blood flowed from it.
Erupted from the mouth.
The surging blood covered the ground, and the feet of Huang Jin Yinglong turned into a pool of blood.
The blood was thick and evil, and it was about to seep in along Huang Jin Yinglong's feet.
At this moment, Golden Yinglong was Qingyang Huan himself.
Feeling the infiltration of evil, the dragon wings spread out to sweep away the blood.
However, the dirty blood in the blood turned into a blood network like meridians, The dragon's legs were entangled and nailed to the ground.
"If the golden Yinglong totem swallows you, I will be able to transform into a real dragon turtle.
One day I may even shed the shackles of the totem and become the king of beasts who dominates the world."
The old turtle's eyes flashed with heat.
More and more dirty blood filled the air, and gurgling plasma surged out, coming towards the golden dragon from all directions, and soon spread along the dragon's feet to the entire golden body.
"Then I'll swallow you first" The golden dragon opened its big mouth, and billowing dragon flames erupted, burning away the blood in front of it.
It moved towards the old turtle, enduring the throbbing from the soul, and bit it down. click Yinglong broke through the blood pool, collided with the old turtle, and bit it regardless.
"You dare" At this moment, the old turtle roared, and the sound shook the illusory time and space of consciousness, but Golden Yinglong's big mouth bit it again Click click click The dark and ugly turtle shell began to crumble.
The fine cracks at the beginning gradually opened, and then the whole collapsed, turning into a rich dark mist, which began to spread toward the surroundings.
"want to escape" At the moment when the turtle shell shattered, a stream of light shot out.
However, Qingyang Huan's spiritual consciousness saw the surroundings, and the huge dragon wings fell down, knocking the stream of light to the ground.
"If you, a human race, dare to enter the corpse demon world, aren't you afraid that you will be completely buried here after being discovered?"
The stream of light fell and turned into a mist, constantly rushing towards all directions, trying to escape from this illusory world composed entirely of spiritual consciousness.
Chirp In an instant, a loud phoenix chant penetrated the void, and red flames filled the sky behind the golden Yinglong, burning away the blood gathered below.
"Flame Suzaku, you actually visualized two prototypes of totems."
"Impossible, I am a totem anaconda, and all the creatures in the wilderness came into existence from scratch.
To be able to visualize one totem requires a lifetime of effort.
You actually visualized two totems.
This is simply unreasonable."
Yinglong opened and closed his mouth, and Qingyang Huan's voice sounded, "Being unreasonable doesn't mean it doesn't exist.
I can only say that you are a turtle at the bottom of a well.
A stone palace the size of a palm has trapped you."
"No, this is not the Suzaku Totem, it is your gathered spiritual consciousness."
"Why did your spiritual consciousness manifest into the divine form of the Suzaku?
Are you a descendant of that ancient clan of the human race?"
The two majestic beasts burst into flames all over the sky in an instant, completely turning the space into a sea of flames.
All the dirty blood was burned into nothingness, and the black stream of light kept rolling in the flames, trying to rush out of this area. time and space.
Hee hee hee The burning sound stirred up the space.
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As the black light continued to melt, the time and space in Qing Yanghuan's imagination began to collapse piece by piece.
Soon he opened his eyes, but his breath seemed a little sluggish.
When he reappeared in the main hall, he discovered that his feet were covered in thick blood, and in front of him was a stone turtle about one foot in size with a stone spear stuck on it.
The stone spear just pierced the back of the stone turtle, shattering the entire turtle shell into pieces.
In an instant, Qingyang Huan understood why he had refined the old turtle so easily.
After all, it is an ancient totem.
You can imagine how terrifying such a life is.
It must at least have the power to compete with the totem realm, but it was easily refined into nothingness by him.
"What are you doing standing there stupidly?
Quickly brand your golden Yinglong in."
Just when Qingyang Huan was about to speak out, Huang Zun's voice sounded, interrupting his thoughts. roar Without the slightest hesitation, the golden light flashed, and the bright divine light enveloped the entire bloody hall.
The vast world appeared in the golden light, and a golden dragon came from the end of the world and stepped into the ruined stone turtle in front of him. .
Buzz At this moment, Qingyang Huan only felt that his whole body sank, and a trace of his soul was taken away from his body in a trance.
The stone turtle became illusory, and Yinglong was submerged in the golden light, which began to dispel the black remaining inside.
When all the golden light fell, the stone that looked like a giant turtle melted and began to transform into the shape of Yinglong. call Looking at the stone statue that looked a bit like a turtle, but with a dragon head and two dragon wings, Qingyang Huan's eyes flashed with something strange, but at the moment he could only do this.
The faint golden light began to dissipate the blood in the stone temple, and the next question was how to get the Corpse Demon Tribe to recognize the existence of the new totem.
After placing his totem in the center of the hall, Qingyang Huan looked back and forth for a moment and found nothing inappropriate before turning around and stepping out of the hall.
The area of the Black Fang Tribe is about ten miles in radius.
Of course, unlike the human race, the people of the Black Fang Tribe live in various parts of the entire mountain range.
Relying on Huang Zun's guidance and the dim environment, he was like a ghost floating in the mountains.
At this moment, he held the stone spear in his hand.
Suppressing the excitement in his heart and going deep into the zombie demon world was something he had never thought about.
puff After touching into a spacious stone palace, a purple light burst out from the stone spear in his hand.
The corpse demon warrior in the stone palace lost his life before he could react.
The corpse demon clan warriors he killed at this moment were all in the spirit-catching realm, and they were the ones most likely to find problems with their clan's totems.
As long as this period of time passes and the warriors of the Black Tooth Tribe identify with the totem, it will be enough for Yinglong to take root here, and then he will receive a steady stream of blood sacrifices from the Black Tooth Tribe and sacrifice year after year, thus helping him to condense his own totem. s I’ve been confused all day today.
I didn’t get up until noon.
A friend came over in the afternoon and went out to play.
I was lazy today and will start updating normally tomorrow.
I’ll pay back the owed updates to all book friends, although the results are better than the patriarch expected.
It's far behind, barely reaching one-third of the expected number.
However, there are still so many book friends supporting the patriarch, so naturally we can't give up.
I promised everyone that the fifth update will be fulfilled this month.
I'm just being lazy today, I'll start updating tomorrow: