Chapter 1699 The True Dragon of Luck
Wuzhuang Mountain, at the top of Wuming Peak, a generation of sub-sage Canglong ushered in his third disaster in the eyes of everyone.
At the same time that he began to overcome the tribulation, in the heart of the mountain of Tushen Castle, a young man opened his eyes.
“It’s begun”
In the dark space, a man’s voice sounded, his tone was very calm.
Next to him, there was a middle-aged man wearing a Taoist robe, his eyes sparkling, and there was a hint of excitement.
“The time has come, Mr. Liang, let’s do it!”
“Yes.”
Liang Yan nodded gently, his expression was calm, and on his thick body Sitting cross-legged on the root of the tree, his hands quickly formed seals.
There are nine levels of the human race’s Dao Foundation, among which the Juetian Dao Foundation, the Ten Thousand Calamity Dao Foundation, and the Huanjing Dao Foundation are all ranked as the upper three Dao Foundations.
Unlike the other two Dao Foundations, Jue Tian Dao Foundation cannot improve a monk's fighting ability, but it has an ability that everyone avoids, and that is to steal other people's luck for one's own use!
Such a heaven-defying effect, of course, also has its limitations. For example, you can no longer take pills to increase your cultivation in this life, and you can only activate the Heavenly Dao Foundation once in each great realm.
In the battle at Cangnan Mountain, Liang Yan, with the help of Linghu Bai, activated Jue Tian Dao Ji and jumped from a Jindan monk to a Tongxuan Zhenjun. From then on, he never had the chance to use it again.
To this day, facing the Linglong Immortal Tree, the treasure of the Wuzhuang Mountain, the opportunity he has been waiting for finally comes.
Wuzhuang Mountain’s Taoist sect is orthodox and has been passed down by saints. It is also one of the top forces in Antarctic Immortal Continent. It can be described as a behemoth.
Successfully absorbing the luck of Wuzhuang Mountain will make his cultivation level advance by leaps and bounds!
But at this moment, Liang Yan was not impatient.
His face was very calm, his hands kept making secrets, and the spiritual power in his body was running. After more than a hundred years, Juetian Daoji finally activated again!
Boom!
The entire Wuzhuang Mountain seemed to tremble, and the tree roots that had been dormant in the ground began to squirm unconsciously, as if something scary to them was about to happen.
At the top of the Nameless Peak, everyone's eyes are focused on Canglong. At this time, Canglong is showing off his skills and fighting with the way of heaven.
No one noticed that at the root of the Exquisite Immortal Tree, there was a young man trying to seize the luck of Wuzhuang Mountain.
In the dark and humid space, the root of the Exquisite Immortal Tree was trying to seize the luck of Wuzhuang Mountain. Twisting and squirming, Lao Jin sensed something in the dark, raised his head and looked into the air, but found nothing unusual.
But he is not disappointed, because he knows that he cannot see the changes in his luck. Only those who have the ultimate foundation of heaven can see what is happening now.
This is indeed the case.
With the activation of Liang Yan's Juetian Daoji, the sect's fortune that had been accumulated for tens of thousands of years in Wuzhuang Mountain finally overflowed from the exquisite immortal tree.
These fortunes gathered in mid-air and gradually formed real dragons of different colors, divided into five colors: gold, green, blue, red and yellow. Each color has more than ten real dragons. Soaring freely above Liang Yan's head.
In the originally dark space, the dragon roared and the glow was brilliant!
Liang Yan narrowed his eyes slightly, looked up, and soon discovered that there were actually ninety-nine real dragons formed by the luck of Wuzhuang Mountain!
And the luck contained in each true dragon is more than the luck of the eight major sects of Cangnan Mountain combined that day!
"Wuzhuang Mountain is indeed one of the Seven Mountains and Twelve Cities!"
Liang Yan was really shocked. It was only at this moment that he truly saw the foundation of Wuzhuang Mountain.
This endless luck is the greatest legacy left by the founder of Wuzhuang Mountain to future generations of disciples.
"Senior Gan Daozi, I'm offended!"
Liang Yan muttered silently in his heart.
The next moment, Juetian Daoji launched with all his strength, and a colorful vortex appeared above his head. The real dragons of luck that were swimming in the dark space all let out a cry at this time and flew downwards involuntarily.
As the True Dragons of Luck were poured into his body one after another, Liang Yan's cultivation level was also rising.
Five-colored glow radiated from his body, hot and bright, like a dazzling star floating in the air, illuminating the entire dark space.
Lao Jin had already moved away from Liang Yan at this time, protecting him a hundred feet away.
Although he couldn't see those destiny dragons, he could sense that Liang Yan's cultivation was improving at an incredible speed.
Even though Lao Jin was well-informed and had been mentally prepared for such a huge change, he still looked shocked at this time.
“This growth rate of cultivation is really shocking. How much luck has this kid absorbed?”
He couldn’t see the real luck dragon in Wuzhuang Mountain, and he couldn’t imagine the Antarctic. How great the fortune of the top forces in Xianzhou is, and it is impossible to imagine how far Liang Yan's cultivation can grow.
But he knew that Liang Yan’s opportunity this time was no small matter!
It’s just that the Tribulation Realm is different from other realms.
For monks below the Transformation Tribulation Realm, as long as they break through the corresponding bottlenecks after improving their cultivation level, they can immediately reach a new realm, thereby improving their own strength.
But monks in the Transformation Tribulation Realm cannot do this, because they have "three disasters and nine disasters". Even if their cultivation level is sufficient, they cannot improve their strength without surviving the corresponding disaster.
Liang Yan is like this now.
Before he absorbed the luck from Wuzhuang Mountain, his cultivation was already perfect, and he had to survive the first disaster before he could continue to improve his strength.
Nowadays, huge amounts of luck are poured into Liang Yan's body. Although his cultivation level is constantly improving, the aura on his body has not changed much. This is because the cultivation level transformed by the luck has not improved. His realm.
"It seems that Mr. Liang can only temporarily suppress his cultivation, otherwise it will be wasted. He has Hunyuan Golden Pill, which is enough to accommodate these luck cultivation, but the consequence of this is that his next disasters will follow one after another. Now, I wonder if Mr. Liang can withstand it?"
Lao Jin looked at Liang Yan in the distance, with a hint of worry in his eyes.
In fact, Liang Yan, the person in the game, understands what he is worried about better than anyone else.
But now the arrow is on the string and must be fired!
This opportunity is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Whether it is the huge fortune of Wuzhuang Mountain or the inheritance of Tianji Pavilion, Liang Yan cannot give up!
Even if the cultivation he is absorbing cannot be transformed into a realm for the time being, he must persevere to the end!
In mid-air, Liang Yan's expression was firm and unwavering.
Juetian Daoji was pushed to the extreme by him, and the colorful vortex became faster and faster. The real luck dragons in the air all screamed, trying to break free and stay away from the vortex.
However, Juetian Daoji is born to be their nemesis. In front of Juetian Daoji, these destiny dragons have no power to resist and are sucked into the colorful vortex one by one.
A red tide gradually appeared on Liang Yan's face, green smoke filled his body, and there was a trace of pain in his eyes. Wuzhuang Mountain has been inherited for tens of thousands of years, and the luck is too great. Now it is all poured into his body, which makes Liang Yan have a very strange feeling.
At this moment, he felt that his body no longer belonged to him, but to the mountains, rivers, lakes and seas, as if he had merged with the heaven and earth.
"No, I have to stick to my heart and not be assimilated by the fate of Wuzhuang Mountain."
Liang Yan's heart froze, he sat upright in mid-air, his hands kept making spells and casting spells, his expression Calmness gradually returned
At the same time Liang Yan used Jue Tian Dao Ji to absorb the luck of the Wuzhuang Mountain sect.
At the top of the Nameless Peak, Canglong has survived the "Heavenly Thunder Tribulation", "Destroying Dao Tribulation", "Flesh and Flesh Tribulation" and "Heavenly Punishment Tribulation".
In the face of Ya Sheng’s terrifying strength, even Heaven seems to be helpless.
After the "Heavenly Punishment Tribulation", there has been no movement in the cracks in the sky for a long time, so that many disciples of Wuzhuang Mountain with low cultivation level thought that Canglong had successfully overcome the tribulation and would soon achieve the status of a saint.
However, Lu Qinghe, Su Dingshan and other peak masters with advanced cultivation levels were not at all relaxed at this time.
On the contrary, each of them frowned and stared at the cracks in the sky, their eyes full of worry.
High in the sky, the blue dragon stands proudly.
He looked up at the crack in the sky, his spiritual power running to the extreme, as if he was quietly waiting for something.
After a while, a little green fluorescence suddenly appeared deep in the crack.
Canglong's eyes stared closely at the fluorescent light, and his consciousness suddenly became trance-like.
There is a strange feeling in the dark, as if this fluorescence comes from the other side, traveling through endless time and space, experiencing chaos and darkness, and spending millions and millions of years. Only then did we finally arrive in this world.
Although there is a sense of vicissitudes in consciousness, in reality it only lasts a short moment.
When he came back to his senses, the green fluorescent light had already flown out of the crack.
The fluorescence continued to grow in mid-air, turning into thousands of rays of light. The rays of light continued to rotate, and finally formed a green vortex.
Canglong was enveloped by the whirlpool, and the Yimu spiritual power that originally surrounded him disappeared instantly. Dots of spiritual light flew out from the surface of his skin and flew towards the vortex in mid-air
"That's him The power of law! ”
At the top of the Nameless Peak, the twelve transformation calamities were all well-informed people, and they could see the mystery at a glance.
Under the shroud of this green whirlpool, the power of Canglong's laws is not under his control at all. Whether it is "Blue Dragon Sutra" or "Blue Sea Tide", all the magical means that he is proud of, this Not even 10% of its power can be exerted at all times!
And the auras flying out of Canglong's body were the power of his Yimu Law, but they were being absorbed crazily by the green vortex!
"It seems that this is the most powerful part of the heavenly calamity. The calamity of the origin!"
Everyone let out an exclamation at this moment.
They are masters of catastrophes who have survived the second disaster. At this level of cultivation, they can already skillfully borrow the power of the laws of the Three Thousand Avenues.
However, the source of all the power of laws lies in the way of heaven.
Tiandao has the origin of three thousand avenues. If a monk wants to break the catastrophe and become a saint, he will be suppressed by the power of the origin of Tiandao. What appears above Canglong's head now is the origin power of Yimu Law!
At this moment, the power of the Heavenly Tribulation will no longer spread to everyone, and all the killing moves will be concentrated on Cang Long alone.
The Twelve Transformation Tribulations are about to begin. Many people stretch their necks and spread their spiritual consciousness, wanting to see what is in the depths of the vortex? What kind of existence is the power of origin?
This opportunity is once in a lifetime and no one wants to miss it!
However, no matter how they stretched their necks and racked their brains, they still could not see clearly the end of the whirlpool. They only felt that there was a layer of fog inside. As long as their consciousness came slightly closer, there was a stinging pain in their minds. I almost felt dizzy.
“Not good!”
The Twelve Transfiguration Tribulations were horrified, and they all withdrew their spiritual consciousness in unison, each using their own mental methods to drive away the dizzy feeling in the sea of consciousness.
At this moment, Canglong moved.
He did not escape, but activated the escape light and faced the vortex above his head.
In the depths of the vortex, the glow flashed, and countless green vines rushed out and spread rapidly in the air, like a huge sky net.
Canglong narrowed his eyes slightly, spit out "Qiankun Qi Circle" from his mouth, and protected it above his head.
Dense vines fell from the sky and soon formed a cage, locking Canglong inside, unable to move!
At the top of Wuming Peak, everyone saw this scene with different expressions.
Among them, Gui Wuqi shook his head slightly, sighed and said: "Obviously, I have worked hard for many years to get something, but now I have betrayed myself. It feels uncomfortable to think about it. In front of the origin of the avenue, the power of the law cannot be used. This is simply a tragedy. It’s a losing battle!”
“That’s not necessarily the case!”
We are in the “Qinghe Water Formation” with him. Demon Lord Qingyun smiled at this moment and said: "If you want to achieve the status of a saint, you must obtain the power of the source. Heaven uses the source to kill Canglong. Doesn't Canglong want to take this opportunity to steal the source of Heaven? Be patient, it's a good show It’s just the beginning. It’s still unclear who will laugh in the end, Canglong or Tiandao!”
After hearing this, Gui Wuqi snorted coldly and did not answer.
In his eyes, Demon Lord Qingyun is just a low-level casual cultivator. He has never heard of this person before. Although he has become famous in the past hundred years, he still looks down upon him because of his status. other side.
Demon Lord Qingyun didn't care, he just smiled and turned to look at Canglong in mid-air, with a hint of excitement hidden deep in his eyes.
At this moment, Canglong was completely trapped in the vine cage.
His power of law cannot be used, and he cannot fight against the law of heaven. If it were not for the "Qiankun Circle" to help him guard his vital points, he might have been killed by the law of heaven.
Even so, the scope of the "Qiankun Qi Circle" is also constantly shrinking. It is estimated that in a few moments, this magic weapon will not be able to support it.
Cang Long's face was extremely solemn. He sat cross-legged in the cage and quickly made the secrets with one hand. It seemed that he was brewing some kind of powerful magical power.
Gradually, his body became transparent, like an ice sculpture, floating on the top of the Nameless Peak.
A breeze blew by, and Canglong's body suddenly fell apart.
His limbs, five senses, torso, and hair all disappeared into the air, as if a long river had burst its banks, turning into countless clusters of fluorescent light the size of fingernails, floating in the air.
Looking from a distance, Canglong looks like a person in a painting who was suddenly wiped away with water. Not only did his body disappear, but even his breath was no longer detectable
At this time At this moment, above the sky, the blue dragon completely disappeared.
Instead, there are countless groups of green glow like fireflies
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(End of this chapter)