Daoying

Chapter 669: The Great Sacred Body, the Ninth Spirit
"You said that? Who do you think you are?"

Although Xie Huan's face was twisted with pain, his eyes suddenly turned cold, emitting two cold rays, and the surrounding space froze.

Long Xiu's heart skipped a beat, and he inexplicably felt a little nervous, but it soon turned into a laugh, and he said sarcastically: "Oh, if you have the ability, don't ask for it. I want to see what trump card you, the son of the plane who can't be killed, have against the dragon-making of the ancestor true dragon."

"Then you'll see clearly!"

Xie Huan's eyes became sharp, emitting a blue-silver glow. Everything around him was reflected in his eyes, constantly being analyzed and transformed into the most original existence.

He quickly saw clearly the changes caused by the dragon syllables. The core was the frequency resonance, which led to the resonance of rules and energy, thereby forcibly rewriting the life form.

"I control my own life."

Xie Huan forcibly pulled his hands together, drew talismans and made seals in front of him, and forced himself into the resonant frequency to modify it.

Soon, a new layer of order appeared around his body, the dragon transformation process was immediately terminated, and the parts that had already changed were slowly restored.

"Ah? You!——"

Long Xiu was so shocked that his mouth opened wide and his eyes bulged out, he couldn't believe what he saw.

He was stunned for a moment, then shouted anxiously, "Are you really going to give up this incredible opportunity?"

"I said, if you give me the power, I want it. If you turn me into a monster, I will die far away! Who said I want to give up this opportunity?"

Xie Huan raised a sly smile, and the seals in his hands changed, guiding the vibration into his body to forcibly remove hair and cleanse marrow. However, it was no longer a forced change of form, but a breakthrough to the holy body level according to his wishes.

In an instant, the thirty-two victories of the Supreme Holy Body were all revealed, and brilliant rays of light burst out, as if thirty-two stars were gathered on him. The golden body kept making distorted sounds under the modified dragon language syllables, and the muscles, bones and even the acupoints inside were all "buzzing".

Long Xiu’s brain completely froze. How could this be possible?

As Xie Huan’s golden body changed, the eyeballs bulged outwards little by little, almost falling out, and he shouted in horror: “You…you want to break through to the Great Perfection of the Saint Body?!”

"if not?"

Xie Huan chuckled, his heart beating along with the ancient dragon's heart. The surging energy washed over his golden body in circles, and his thirty-two victories became more majestic and solemn, and formed a powerful aura around him, which continued to mature.

Long Xiu swallowed hard.

Xie Huan's change at this moment made him completely forget that he was reshaping his dragon body, and his whole mind was attracted to it.

This is the realm of condensing the Great Holy Body!

Finally, after a violently trembling heartbeat, the golden light on Xie Huan's body suddenly flashed, like a new sun shining in all directions, stinging people's eyes and causing pain.

In this golden light, a mysterious and powerful pressure quickly spread.

Long Xiu's heart was greatly shaken. Under this pressure, he actually felt like bowing down in worship. If it weren't for the blessing of the Dragon Language Body Shaping, he would have been uneasy.

He was horrified, thinking, is this the domineering power of the Great Saint Body?

His mind was shaken and he realized that he had lost his composure. He quickly chanted a spell, resonating with the ancient dragon language to calm himself down.

Xie Huan's eyes were still blue, but they became a little hazy. As the ancient dragon language continued, a bold idea emerged in his mind, and a playful light flashed in his eyes. Seeing his eyes, Long Xiu knew that he had another evil idea, and hurriedly said, "What do you want to do? Don't mess around!"

He was afraid that Xie Huan would mess around and disrupt the inheritance of the dragon language, which would affect him.

He was reluctant to waste any of this golden opportunity, and if it was disrupted, he would be willing to kill someone.

"Don't worry, you do your thing and I'll do mine."

Xie Huan's holy body shook slightly, and the vibration of the dragon language was guided again and directly entered the body. This time it did not modify it, but vibrated along the meridians, slowly leading to the position of Dantian, constantly condensing, gathering, and becoming stronger and more majestic.

Long Xiu felt the energy flowing in his body and asked in surprise: "What are you doing? Are you going to blow up your Dantian?"

At this moment, Xie Huan felt a tremendous sense of energy in his dantian, which vibrated at the same frequency as the ancient dragon language, and even made a strange sound, which made Long Xiu feel extremely dangerous.

"Shut up. If you can't speak, donate your mouth."

Xie Huan cursed, pinched his fingers together, and practiced the "Yuan Zong Hua Zhen Hun Jue". Half an hour later, a dragon roar came from his dantian, echoing the ancient dragon language.

Long Xiu suddenly opened his eyes wide and screamed: "You——"

Xie Huan's hand seals changed, and rays of light flew out from the top of his head. They were his eight souls, looking exactly the same but with different expressions. Just after the eighth dark demon baby flew out, the dragon roar became more and more rapid, and a green gas flew out from the top of Xie Huan's head. It was actually a dragon spirit, which looked very similar to the ancestor Cang, but in a miniature version.

“Holy…Holy Light Dragon…the…ninth soul?!”

Long Xiu's mind went blank again and he was completely dumbfounded.

Xie Huan condensed a holy light dragon that looked like the ancestor Cang? Becoming his ninth spirit?
The aura of the Holy Light Dragon continued to grow stronger under the ancient dragon language. A halo surrounded its body, and it bared its fangs and claws, breathing out dragon breath.

The syllables of the ancient dragon language suddenly changed, or rather tilted. It was originally vibrating indiscriminately on the two people. After the blue holy light dragon appeared, the vibration core of the dragon language was sucked into the blue holy light dragon, constantly cleansing and washing the spiritual body.

“You! You!——”

Long Xiu shouted anxiously: "Quickly take your soul! My opportunity, my wealth, my resources!"

"This is Cang Zhikui's own choice. What does it have to do with me?"

Xie Huan raised his chin slightly and said jokingly.

Long Xiu almost cried, making a "woohoo" sound, and wanted to kill Xie Huan. He said tremblingly: "How could you do this? You are already a son of the plane, why do you have to compete with me, a low-level person, for resources? Just pity me and take the Azure Dragon."

He pleaded pitifully, his voice full of tears, as if he had suffered a great injustice.

Xie Huan didn't bother to pay attention to him, but instead accelerated the speed at which Qinglong absorbed the dragon language.

Suddenly, the dragon's voice stopped abruptly, and the energy that was vibrating the entire space disappeared instantly, and the entire dragon cave seemed to fall into dead silence.

At this moment, a shocking scene happened. Amid the surprised expressions of Xie Huan and Long Xiu, the huge Cang skeleton suddenly broke, and the entire skeleton scattered, turning into powder and floating towards the two of them.

In the middle of the powder, there were two powerful energies, one was a black storm, and the other emitted a soft light. They were the two energies contained in Cang's eye sockets, like two beads, floating out as Cang fell apart.

(End of this chapter)