The Grand Void – Becoming a Dragon

Longwei forbidden area.

East end.

Zhuang Ming sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and remained silent.

Lu Heyue Ting was behind him, each on the left and right.

Elder Gusi Zhengda gradually recovered his skills.

Wen Han was taking care of the second elder who was dying.

The remaining two elders were also waiting, appearing quite nervous and urgent.

At this moment, the proud dragon chant sounded, resounding everywhere in the forbidden area.

The Dragon Guard tribe with the blood of the Dragon Clan was shocked!

It was the same dragon chant, but at this moment, the power was quite different.

The dragon's bloodline is purer and stronger.

And the cultivation base has skyrocketed, and it has also reached an extremely powerful point.

"It's done."

Elder Gu Sizheng's heart trembled and he looked up.

Everyone looked at it.

I saw that piece of void where it was broken again.

The brilliance flickered, a dense luster.

Then there was a flood dragon, riding the wind and clouds out.

Beside this flood dragon, wind and cloud follow each other, it is more than eighty-nine feet long, and its momentum is extremely powerful.

Whether it is cultivation or blood, they are much stronger than before, and they are all over the place.

The body of the dragon is more than twice as big as before, and on the top of the head, there is a single horn, which is crystal clear and sharp.

It growled proudly, with sharp fangs.

The wind and cloud gather, and the thunder rolls.

Inherited from the dragon clan, gifted with supernatural powers.

Now he can control the wind and cloud, call the wind and call the rain, can also control the thunder, and control the water flow.

This is not Taoism, but supernatural powers.

For the orthodox dragon clan, such supernatural powers do not need to be practiced, but are talents, that is, instincts, innate.

——

But I saw the Jiaolong, which was nearly a hundred feet long, appearing in the eastern sky.

The members of the Longwei tribe are all descended from the blood of the ancient real dragon, the lord of the Southern Territory.

But now Zhuang Ming has become the direct descendant of the true dragon bloodline, the bloodline is more prosperous, and the cultivation base is stronger. When the dragon's power is swept away, everyone bows down and bows down respectfully.

Even if he knew that it was in the shape of a flood dragon and not a real dragon, he couldn't help but instinctively surrender.

Back then, Zhuang Ming faced Wen Han directly, suppressed Wen Han with his blood, and did his best to subdue him. However, today, he no longer suppressed a certain god and demon, but spread all over the forbidden area for hundreds of miles. All the Longwei clan worshiped them.

Only Zhenyue gritted his teeth and remained silent.

"Jiao is not a dragon, but a Jiao..."

He chanted like this, braced himself up, and crouched down without bowing.

However, at this moment, a phantom suddenly appeared above the flood dragon.

True Dragon Phantom!

It has a thousand-foot-long body with four claws sticking out, a pair of antlers on top, and long beards fluttering under the jaw.

Although it looks like a dragon, it has the posture of a real dragon.

Zhenyue's complexion changed, looking at the phantom of the real dragon, he finally exhaled, knelt down on his knees, and touched his forehead to the ground.

He is not worshiping the flood dragon, but the real dragon after the flood dragon!

"One day, if you can become a real dragon, you are qualified to let me sincerely worship you."

——

East side.

The phantom of the real dragon appeared.

Even Elder Gu Sizheng couldn't resist, bowed down and bowed down.

Wen Han, the second elder, the third elder, and the fifth elder all worshiped him.

Even Lu He and Yue Ting, who did not have the blood of the Dragon Clan, bowed down under the might of the Dragon.

Zhuang Ming himself slowly opened his eyes.

Use the eyes of a human body to see your own dragon body.

Eighty-nine feet tall, extremely strong, hovering in front of the eyes, gathered the wind and clouds, and disturbed the thunder.

Even if this is himself, he can't help but feel shocked.

"It went well."

Zhuang Ming was not in a hurry to take Jiaolong back.

Today's flood dragon has no difference in power from a real dragon, but its appearance is still like that of a flood dragon. For the members of the Longwei tribe, the pride in their hearts is still not easy to surrender to a flood dragon.

So he needs such a strong deterrent to gradually eliminate the resistance in their hearts, continue to let them feel the oppression of Longwei, let the idea of ​​surrender continue to exist, and gradually defeat the proud heart.

In addition, the power of the real dragon's blood, which forms a phantom, is also a deterrent.

He stood up slowly, with a smile on his lips.

But he felt a gaze full of complex expressions.

Zhuang Ming turned his head and looked over, only to see Elder Gu Si Zhengda kneeling on the ground, reluctantly tilting his head over, the look in his eyes was extremely strange, as if saying, Enough is enough.

Zhuang Ming couldn't help laughing.

The dragon on the sky gradually became smaller.

Only Zhang Xulai grew up and fell in front of him.

Compared with the eighty-nine feet long body, this Zhangxu body is small, but compared to the crowd, it is still a giant.

"Everyone get up."

Zhuang Ming accepted Longwei, so to speak.

Everyone stood up and looked at Jiaolong with a look of awe.

Only Elder Gu Sizhengda flashed a hint of disappointment imperceptibly.

Zhuang Ming stood with his hands behind his back, as if he didn't realize it.

No matter what plans he had in the past, what ambitions he had before, after today, they will all disappear.

The entire Longwei tribe can only be loyal to him, and there is no difference at all.

Because he is the dragon king.

"gone back."

After Zhuang Ming said this, the dragon turned into two feet and coiled on his shoulders.

And he walked forward, walked past Elder Gu Si Zhengda, and paused.

"I'm late."

After this sentence fell, he continued to move forward.

Wen Han and the others looked at each other, not knowing what they meant.

Only Elder Gu Si Zhengda lowered his head and sighed: "It's too late."

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Although the thousand-foot real dragon has fallen, it still remains.

If Zhuang Ming had come a hundred years earlier, or even only sixty years, perhaps Lord Long still had hope of being resurrected.

Perhaps with the help of blood, Zhuang Ming can be reborn with the body of a flood dragon.

This is also the reason why the longan flashed a look of regret and loss after the blood was merged at the end.

This is also the reason why Elder Gu Si Zhengda regretted it.

But in fact, even if Zhuang Ming had come a hundred years earlier, the Dragon Lord would not be able to be reborn.

Because the spirit of the soul is still in Zhuang Ming's body.

But no matter what calculations were made before, now... the dust has finally settled.

Zhuang Ming walked forward, with Jiaolong perched on his shoulders.

Back in the tribe, he didn't restrain his power either.

Whenever the tribesmen saw it, they all bowed down and bowed down.

Even if there was still some discomfort, even if he didn't open his mouth to call him the Dragon King, he still bowed down, no longer resisting, no longer resisting.

"Young master, do you need to rest?"

"No, go to the Dragon Blood Holy Pool."

According to what Zhuang Ming said, according to the inheritance, the best way to control the Dragon Guard is the Dragon Blood Holy Pool.

"..."

The several elders all looked at each other, and there was both excitement and joy in their eyes, but also unspeakable sadness and depression.

The joy is that the Dragon Lord returns and the holy pool is restored. They may go one step further, become stronger, and prolong their lives.

The sad thing is that the new Dragon Lord succeeds to the throne, and the previous Dragon Lord dies, which is unavoidably sad like a change of dynasty.

Elder Gu Si Zhengda said hello, and looked at Zhuang Ming with deep meaning, as if to say: "You are eager to completely control our Dragon Guard clan."

Zhuang Ming saw the meaning in his eyes, laughed, stood with his hands behind his back, and looked at him, although he didn't speak, the meaning was clear.

Elder Gu Sizheng withdrew his gaze, and with Wen Han's support, he walked forward.

Zhuang Ming chuckled and said: "The sooner the Dragon Blood Holy Pond will be restored, the sooner you will benefit from your practice, heal your wounds sooner, break through sooner, and don't worry about longevity, the best will be the best."

Elder Gu Sizheng also laughed, with a very strange expression on his face, and said: "Thank you so much for your concern, young master."

Zhuang Ming laughed heartily, the benefits from this trip far exceeded what he expected when he came.