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Chapter 332: The Third Form, Dragon Slayer

The impurities in the reagent are refined by the body, while the spiritual power within is slowly absorbed.

If the spirit of an ordinary warrior is a thriving tree, then Su Heng's spiritual power is more like a vast green rain forest because of his strong bones and profound background. And the source essence he drank is the morning light of rain and dew sprinkled from the sky.

The entire forest is growing, expanding outward, and exuding new vitality.

Su Heng could feel his mental strength growing.

Compared to the last time he absorbed pure source essence, although the growth rate has slowed down a lot, it will undoubtedly last longer.

Mental power and the seed of destruction are the two core elements of the demonic state.

nowadays.

After integrating the Plague God Seal, the Seed of Destruction has undergone a strengthening.

The growth of mental strength will inevitably lead to further enhancement of the power of the demonic state.

Moreover, Su Heng had a vague premonition.

When the Sword Forging Technique is practiced to perfection and the Heavenly Demon State has completed another transformation, there should be enough rich foundation to activate the Heavenly Demon State and the Tyrant Warrior State at the same time. This form can perhaps be called - "Demon Warrior".

……

While Su Heng was practicing in seclusion, some changes were also taking place in the outside world.

In the depths of Longyuan.

The earth suddenly cracked and all the animals were panicked.

In the lush primeval forest, countless birds flapped their wings and flew towards the distant sky.

Rumble!
A dull sound was heard and thick smoke rose up.

Immediately afterwards, a column of inky black light shot up into the sky, accompanied by a dragon's roar, which seemed to have spanned thousands of years and echoed in the forest.

It was like the actual might of a dragon suppressing everything. Any living being that heard it, whether it was a human cultivator or a deformed demon in the Dragon Abyss, all felt the unfathomable might of the heaven and couldn't stop trembling.

The strong ones above the earthly immortals were slightly better, they were still able to remain calm and barely maintain their demeanor. However, those below the earthly immortal realm, whether they were heavenly ghosts or demon fetuses, simply fell to the ground and could not stand up for a long time. Some practitioners with poor character were so scared that they peed and shit on the spot.

On a big mountain not far away.

King Qingyang was wearing armor and had a scimitar with a sheath on his waist.

He looked at everything in front of him with a normal expression. The so-called dragon power was nothing more than a breeze on the face to a king like him. It could not cause the slightest effect.

Next to him was the black-clad girl named Qin Yi, who had fair skin and a quiet appearance.

There is a slightly mysterious aura about her.

She is very young.

But his cultivation was quite impressive, and he could feel the dragon's might rolling across the sky.

There was no panic on his face, only a flash of amazement. "It is incredible that a creature like a real dragon can still have such extraordinary power even after thousands of years of death. I can't imagine what a magnificent and glorious scene it must have been when it was alive."

"King of Heaven, King of Heaven?" Qin Yi couldn't help but ask in surprise when she noticed the strange expression on King Qingyang's face.

"Yeah." King Qingyang nodded slightly and withdrew his gaze.

"What were you looking at just now?" Qin Yi followed the direction of King Qingyang's gaze, and saw nothing but rolling dust and smoke. Crimson chaotic turbulence gushed out from the cracks in Changshengtian. Large tracts of soil were rolled up, and ancient trees were uprooted. It was a mess, and nothing could be seen clearly.

"At a certain moment just now, I seemed to feel the breath of an old friend." King Qingyang spoke slowly with a thoughtful expression on his face.

"Old friend." Qin Yi stuck out her tongue and said, "Your current situation is not to say that you are the enemy of the whole world, but it is not much different. How come you meet a so-called old friend in this place?"

"Really?" King Qingyang smiled indifferently, "I always thought I was very popular."

"You have some self-awareness."

"Haha!" King Qingyang laughed heartily, "Let those people see it as they please."

He was very cool and didn't care about other people's opinions. The dragon's might now was just an aftershock. It would take some time before the dragon tomb was completely opened.

King Qingyang was unwilling to continue waiting here, so he simply turned around and left, going back to recuperate and wait for the real battle to come.

……

In another valley outside the rift.

A masked figure in black was hiding in the shade of the tree.

His body and aura were almost completely integrated into the shadows. Even if a strong man passed by him, it would be difficult to find his trace.

Under normal circumstances, even if there are assassins who are good at lurking and assassinating, it is difficult to achieve this level of stealth.

Only the demon descendants.

With the help of innate supernatural powers and acquired hard training.

To achieve this effect.

But even so.

He didn't dare to be careless in the slightest.

It was not until King Qingyang turned around and left that the masked man in black breathed a sigh of relief.

He took off the mask on his face and took a deep look at the light bursting out from the crack.

Feeling the ancient dragon power contained in the light, a lingering hatred flashed in the demon's violet pupils.

There are quite a few powerful humans around.

He didn't dare stay long.

He put the mask back on, dodged a few times, and quickly left while everyone was frightened by the dragon's might.

Then the speed increased suddenly, and the whole person's body turned into a stream of black light. He crossed the mountains and rivers, and passed through the entire forest. Finally, he came to a barren mountain forest in the northwest of Longyuan and entered a valley.

It was heavily guarded, with makeshift fortifications and fellow tribesmen patrolling nearby.

After wasting some time to verify his identity and make sure there were no tracking marks on him, the masked demon flashed into a cave in front of him.

The environment inside was dim, with only a few torches placed on the walls providing a little light.

Moreover, the structure is complex, and it looks like a three-dimensional maze, with many mechanisms and stingers waiting to be triggered in the narrow aisles.

It's dangerous here.

But after entering, the masked demon felt like he was back home.

As I let out a long sigh, the muscles in my body that had been tense slowly relaxed.

Following the path in his memory, he avoided the traps and moved forward quickly, and soon arrived at a wide cave deep inside.

Stalactites hung from the top of the cave, and in the center was a huge bonfire. The heat rolled in, hitting my face and dispelling the dampness of the mountain.

The Great Elder was still dressed in a hooded robe, and he had changed his walking stick to a new one, which he placed not far from him.

In front of him was a stone bed with simple musical notation.

A bloody figure of a young man was lying on his back on it. It was the hunter lord Oris.

He was not breathing and no longer bleeding. The wound was turned inside out, a horrible purple-red color, and he looked like he was dead.

The masked demon knew how powerful this young hunter was.

He has a noble bloodline, is skilled in combat and has rich experience. He also fights without regard for his life, like a mad dog.

Not to mention those inferior beings whom they regarded as lower life forms, even among the demon race, many people were terrified of this hunter.

But now he was beaten into this state...

The masked demon suddenly felt complicated emotions, a mixture of gloating and sadness.

"Bader." The elder's tired voice came from a distance, "How did you complete the task I assigned to you?"

Balder's heart trembled.

Although Oris is arrogant and domineering, the great elder has worked hard for the cause of the tribe and deserves respect.

He half-knelt on the ground and described in detail what he had just seen and heard.

"Really?" The Great Elder frowned deeply, his face gloomy, "It seems that the opening time of the Dragon Tomb is a little earlier than I expected."

A lot of preparation takes time, which makes it a bit troublesome.

"Go ahead." The Great Elder waved his hand and said, "Go to Kandoze and collect your reward."

"Yes, sir!" Balder turned into a shadow and left silently.

The elder turned around and came to the campfire. In the blazing fire, there was a pair of stone palms facing upwards. They were in the shape of a lotus and stretched outwards. In the palms was suspended a golden prismatic crystal, about the size of a thumb.

He pulled a pair of metal tweezers out from his long sleeves and carefully clamped them on the crystal.

Look closely and feel the powerful force contained within.

In the ancient myths passed down orally by the demons.

The moment of the end has arrived, and the dragon of night and death has brought disaster, cutting off the last chance of life for the descendants of God.

Drake rode the lion and the eagle, and millions of people supported him.

He raised up the light and flame like the sun, and went upstream to nail the dark dragon to death in the night.

He is the dragon slayer, the savior, and the final king of light.

One of the gifts he possesses is the Soul Circuit.

This talent allows his heroic spirit to be reborn as the demonic people in the future.

Oris had the same talent and an outstanding bloodline, making him the best sacrifice to carry this power. This was why at the last moment, the Great Elder was determined to rescue Oris's severely injured and dying body at all costs.

“What a pity…”

Looking at Oris, whose face was distorted and his body was bruised, lying on the stone bed.

The Great Elder couldn't help but sigh and shook his head.

If he could continue to fight, Oris's soul and blood would be strengthened, and at the same time adapt to the remaining power of the heroes on the battlefield. Then, Oris would have every hope of fully exerting the power of the former King of Light, after all, they had the same talent.

But now, before Oris's power reached its peak, he encountered an accident.

Now the injury has not only not healed, but is gradually getting worse.

In addition, Longyuan is about to open.

No time to wait.

The Great Elder was helpless and had no other choice.

He could only take a risky move and force the plan forward, transplanting the soul crystal left by the King of Light into Oris.

He felt very sorry.

But when I think of the former King of Light, he could even kill a dragon.

Even if we cannot achieve complete victory due to various coincidences, it should not be difficult to deal with the current situation.

If it doesn't work, then we can only make some additional arrangements.

Think so.

The great elder was muttering something, with a pious and sacred expression on his face.

He used tweezers to carefully place the golden crystal between Oris's cracked brows. In an instant, the crystal shone brightly, and a magnificent force burst out. With a crisp sound, the crystal cracked. The energy in it turned into liquid and injected into Oris's dying body.

A surge of vitality suddenly emanated, and Oris' injuries recovered quickly.

His eyelashes fluttered slightly, and soon a pair of golden eyes opened.

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