The Grand Void – Becoming a Dragon

Within the Ziyan Temple.

The years are long.

Half a year passed in a flash.

Inside the treasure house, there is still no dust.

Zhuang Ming sat cross-legged, breathing very calmly.

He has already emptied half of the entire Ziyan Temple's treasure house, its 8,000-year heritage.

The remaining half are often all kinds of exquisite treasures, such as magical weapons, such as various healing pills, and other tokens left behind by "people, things, and things" that symbolize certain legends.

After all, for Zhuang Ming, eating a piece of divine iron would give him the same benefit as eating a True Mysterious Sword.

But in Ziyan Temple, the divine iron is just a material that has not yet been refined.

The divine iron is indeed precious, but the true profound magic sword that is made of the divine iron and refined by the great cultivator Zhenxuan himself is the most precious.

It is precisely because of this that Zhuang Ming's food is quite particular.

What he ate were materials like these divine irons, not magic weapons.

What he ate was also those treasures of heaven and earth, not pills with various effects.

The deficiency caused by condensing the blood essence of the dragon clan was recovered within the first month, swallowing about 20% of the treasury.

In the days that followed, Zhuang Ming was accumulating background information.

He has eaten half of the treasure house, and has accumulated enough foundation to condense the Zhenxuan Nine Seals.

But the ninth seal of Zhenxuan still failed to fully comprehend it.

"For the ninth seal of Zhenxuan, there is currently only a general framework, and the subtleties are still not smooth, and we can't try to condense it yet."

Zhuang Ming sighed, feeling regretful.

He still underestimated the threshold of this realm.

After all, this is also the last realm of today's practice.

Stepping into this realm can be called the pinnacle, known as the strongest.

This realm is not simple. Even the master of Ziyan, as the head teacher of the ancestral court of Taoism between heaven and earth, has the skills to go straight to the immortal way, but he may have already stopped in the eight seals of Zhenxuan. More than the rest of the year.

"Whether in this world or in Dongzhou where I was born, for many Zhenxuan great monks, every time they add a Zhenxuan seal, they can prolong their life for a hundred years."

"However, after two or three hundred years of practice, it may not be possible to condense a seal of true mystery."

"Furthermore, the deeper the True Profound Realm, the more difficult it is to condense."

"Like Guanzhu Ziyan, he has been in the Eight Seals of Zhenxuan for more than a hundred years, but I only got a basic framework after only one year of comprehension, which is extremely rare."

Zhuang Ming could only sigh with emotion like this, with a little comfort in his mind.

He was able to comprehend a general outline of the Zhenxuan Nine Seals within a year, not because he was a thousand times more enlightened than Ziyan Guanzhu.

This is also due to the thousand-foot real dragon.

The corresponding state of a real dragon cultivated to a thousand feet is the Zhenxuan Nine Realm, which is equivalent to the Taoist Zhenxuan Nine Seals.

However, based on the Nine Realms of True Profound Realm and the Nine Seals of True Profound Realm, he had made such an advance in this year.

It's just that this step is really difficult, and it took a year, but still can't really succeed.

"It's no wonder that the last step of this practice often blocks countless practitioners of the Eight Seals of True Mystery, and becomes a threshold that prevents them from being promoted to the peak of True Mystery."

"Right now, half of Ziyan Temple's treasury has been swallowed by me, which is enough to condense the foundation of the ninth seal of Zhenxuan, and it has also been accumulated."

"If you eat it right now, it will be difficult to keep it. It can only be refined by my true dragon body and turned into dragon saliva, which can be used to condense the blood essence of the dragon clan. That's all..."

As Zhuang Ming reads like this, he has also considered that with the help of all kinds of natural materials and earthly treasures, to grow the body of this real dragon, maybe directly cross the threshold of a thousand-foot real dragon.

But at the beginning, I had too many scruples, so I dare not try it rashly for the time being.

Second, he seemed to feel that something was missing.

This step is to take off the body of a baby dragon and become a real sky dragon.

This step is not just a matter of devouring the treasures of heaven and earth, it can be passed directly.

"It's time to go out."

Zhuang Ming read a sentence like this.

At present, he is also hindered by his understanding of the Zhenxuan Nine Seals.

The swallowed treasures have also accumulated enough.

If you continue to retreat, it will not have much effect.

This is the time for him to prepare to leave the customs.

——

In Ziyan Temple.

In front of the treasure house.

Two Zhenxuan monks sat cross-legged.

They are strictly ordered by the head teacher to guard here, and no disciples or foreign guests are allowed to set foot here.

And even they themselves are not allowed to show their aura at will, and they are not allowed to speak at will.

The reason why they were selected here is firstly because their cultivation base has reached the Realm of True Profound Realm, and secondly because they are withdrawn and reticent by nature.

Therefore, both of them sat cross-legged and did not speak to each other. So far, they have not moved an inch for more than a year.

Logically speaking, when the two of them have reached the Realm of True Profound Realm, they should be spotless, but their aura cannot be revealed, and their bodies are covered with dust.

From a few steps away, it looks like two human-shaped stone statues sitting cross-legged.

Buzz!

Suddenly there was movement behind him!

Both of them moved, the dust fell off, and they looked at each other with surprise.

Because there doesn't seem to be any breath behind the two Zhenxuan monks.

But both of them looked back, only to see a young man in white walking out of the treasure house with his hands behind his back.

"Meet Mr. Taixu."

The two Zhenxuan great monks both saluted with solemnity in their hearts.

The head teacher ordered the two of them to guard here, issued a strict order not to be violated, and also informed one thing.

The person in the treasure house has the power to destroy the Ziyan Temple, and is invincible in the world, so they must not be neglected in the slightest.

Now, although they can't feel the powerful aura of being invincible in the world, but the two of them sensed it in the realm of true mystery, but they got nothing, and they can only see this person with the naked eye.

Such a sense of mystery is more palpitating than that powerful aura.

"Are you two ordered to guard here?"

Zhuang Ming glanced at it, and said lightly: "Where is your temple master?"

The Zhenxuan monk on the left hurriedly saluted: "The Lord is still in the main hall of the main peak."

Zhuang Ming nodded slightly and said, "Take me to see him."

These two Zhenxuan monks were about to respond.

But I saw a ray of light flying over the sky.

"Meet sir."

The ray of light fell to the ground, and after a salute, he was the master of Ziyan.

As the sect's head teacher, I have a feeling for the formation of the treasure house.

When Zhuang Ming opened the gate and walked out of the treasury, he noticed the change in the formation above the main peak hall, and immediately knew that Zhuang Ming had left the gate, so he didn't dare to be negligent, and immediately drove the light to come and hurried there.

At this moment, he bowed and saluted with great respect.

And the two Zhenxuan great monks were even more astonished.

Ziyan Temple is one of the most powerful sects in the world today.

As for the contemporary temple master, not to mention controlling the most powerful force in the world, he alone has a cultivation base that looks down on the world.

The Lord of Ziyan Temple can be said to be the person with the highest status in the world today!

But now, the temple master respectfully pays respects to his disciples.

It's incredible!

No matter how strong the visitor is, he shouldn't let the temple master be so humble!

"very good."

Zhuang Ming nodded slightly, and said: "You have already refined the blood essence of the dragon clan, which is really rare."

The master of Ziyan Temple replied: "Thanks to the protection of Mr. Fuze, he was able to refine the blood essence of the dragon and survive this risk. Although he has not cultivated the Zhenxuan Nine Seals, his body is stronger and his mana is thicker and stronger. In the past, it was much stronger, and with my Ziyan Contemplation secret technique, it is already comparable to the world's peak Zhenxuan."

He looked up at Zhuang Ming, his heart was shaken, and he vaguely knew something.

In an instant, thousands of thoughts arose in my heart, which became extremely complicated.

"rare."

Zhuang Ming took a look and was slightly satisfied.

Although Ziyan Guanzhu failed to cultivate the Zhenxuan Nine Seals, he has also become more powerful. Zhuang Ming is quite happy that he did not fall into it. Get acquainted again.

He closed his eyes slightly, felt six drops of real dragon essence blood, and only three breaths remained.

Although Ziyan Temple is already weak, it is unlikely that even the true dragon's essence and blood will be taken away.

That is to say, in Ziyan Temple, apart from the current temple master, there are other people who have begun to try to refine the blood essence of the real dragon.

Moreover, the aura of the three real dragon blood essences disappeared, which meant that there were great practitioners who died because of the inability to refine the real dragon blood essence.

Zhuang Ming opened his eyes and said, "Let's go."

He still has some questions to ask, but this is not the place to talk.

The master Ziyan also understood, immediately stretched out his hand, closed the treasure house, turned slightly sideways, and made a gesture of invitation.

Zhuang Ming took a step, and suddenly the wind and cloud rose up, supporting him towards the main hall of the main peak of Ziyan Temple.

The master Ziyan followed immediately.

There were only two Zhenxuan monks left, still looking at each other in blank dismay.

"Do you still want to stay here?"

"The Lord did not let us go."

"But that Mr. Taixu has already left the customs."

"But the temple master still didn't let us go."

"Then we can only continue to guard."

"Then keep watching."

The two sat down cross-legged again, closed their eyes, remained motionless, and said nothing.