The Taoist Priest of the Supernatural World

Chapter 379 Dragon Beast
Darkness is the main theme here.

When Song Feng has free time, he takes a walk in the sea. When he doesn't have free time, he practices the Five Elements Escape Technique.

I don’t know how long it took.

In a daze, Song Feng barely mastered the five elements escape techniques in the Five Elements Great Escape.

Of course.

He was most proficient in the water escape technique, and as for the other escape techniques, he had only just begun to learn them.

The environment doesn't allow it, there's nothing we can do about it.

On this day, just as Song Feng was flying in the water for a while according to his daily plan, he was planning to see if he could get out by chance.

All I heard was a roar coming from the darkness in the distance:
"hold head high!!!"

There were bursts of roaring sounds.

In the low voice, accompanied by the sound of a cow mooing, it goes straight into the soul.

One can't help but feel sad.

There was also a vague feeling of creepy fear.

"…It's actually the sound of a dragon's roar? Could it be that the overlord of the overseas, the dragon clan, has also had members enter this boundless sea?"

If it were any other sound, Song Feng thought that he might not know much about it, but when it came to the sound made by a real dragon, he understood it to the utmost.

The sound of the dragon's roar is so familiar.

However, what he did not expect was that among the dragon clan, which was known as the king of overseas and the master of thousands of waters, there were also unlucky ones who entered here.

"The dragons must know the horror of this boundless ocean. Since they can get in here, it means they must have a way to get out!"

Thinking of this, Song Feng's eyes lit up slightly.

Can people who play in the water get lost in the water?
The reason why he came in so vaguely was because he was so engrossed in the water escape that he didn't react in time.

If he is given the opportunity and allows him to enter here carefully, he will also have a chance to get out.

Anyway, I've only heard that this place can make people lost and disoriented, but I haven't heard of anyone dying in the vast ocean.

This thing is like a deep mountain forest.

There is no danger in the mountains and forests themselves, but it is difficult to find the direction, and it is easy to encounter other ferocious beasts while stumbling.

Just like now.

If an ordinary person encountered a mad beast without knowing the reason, he might be in trouble.

But at this moment, he understood that this was the roar of a dragon beast, so he naturally wanted to get closer to take a look.

He is now also a dragon.

Who knows, we might be able to establish some connections then.

Cultivation is not just about fighting and killing.

Now, with his immortal body cultivated to this level, he can barely be considered a fellow Taoist who can sit at the table for dinner.

Not even an ant.

Of course, with the status of a disciple taught directly by the founder, he can make friends anywhere.

This is the role of the thigh behind.

The waves were surging and stirring the sea water, and Song Feng was flying away into the distance like an arrow.

At a certain moment, he plunged into the water, and then immediately merged into the waves and disappeared.

Spanning tens of thousands of miles.

Song Feng stopped very close to the dragon's roar, turned into a size of an inch, hid in the waves, and looked into the distance.

"Such an ancient aura, such a corrupted aura. This dragon beast is probably nearing the end of its lifespan!"

Looking into the distance, I saw that in the sea in front of me, in the hazy darkness, there seemed to be a dragon beast that was hundreds of feet tall.

The reason why he is called a dragon beast is not a real dragon.

That was exactly this dragon beast. Although its true body was hundreds of feet long, it was not a deer head and a snake body, but a turtle body dragon beast with a single horn.

It can be said that he has the blood of a dragon.

But it did not transform into a real dragon.

It doesn't look like a Bixi, and it doesn't look like a Xuanwu because he has scales on his body. But when all these features are combined, he doesn't look ugly.

Instead, there is an unusual beauty.

However, when all these things were combined together and displayed on the dragon beast, it gave him a hideous sense of fear.

At this moment, an extremely corrupt aura was faintly emanating from the dragon beast's body.

After just a few glances, Song Feng discovered that this dragon beast might not have much time left.

“Although this dragon beast is not a real dragon, it has cultivated to such an extent that even I am afraid of it. I am afraid it must be an immortal.”

"Especially, the lifespan of dragons is naturally longer than that of humans, and they often like to sleep."

“It is very likely that the cultivators of the human race are lost in the number of one yuan, and eventually return to heaven and earth. However, the divine beasts such as dragons and phoenixes may exceed the number of one yuan, and then they will fall asleep in their dreams.”

"With such a decaying aura, I'm afraid the life span of this dragon beast is simply astonishingly long!"

Feeling the sharpness that occasionally appeared from the dragon beast's decaying body, even Song Feng felt a little bit of crisis.

Although this sense of crisis is not serious.

However, the only person who can make him feel a sense of crisis is an immortal.

The dragon clan is an ancient powerful clan.

The phoenix possesses the ability to be reborn through Nirvana, so it is natural that the dragon clan is no exception.

Although it is said that the dragon clan suffered severe damage after the ancient war between gods and demons, that was only due to their lack of high-end power.

The dragon race has extremely strong innate conditions.

A true dragon, even if it sleeps every day, will possess the strength of an immortal after it reaches adulthood.

It creates clouds and mist, and drives away thunder and lightning.

It can be big or small, and can be hidden.

As the saying goes, people become spirits as they grow old, and ghosts become spirits as they grow old. If one can live to the end of his life among the dragon clan, his life will definitely be a piece of ancient history.

Thinking of the crisis, Song Feng simply shrank into the waves and used the water escape technique to conceal his body.

"Let's see what this dragon beast is going to do. A dragon beast nearing the end of its life may not be easy to talk to."

If he encounters an adult real dragon, or a real dragon in its prime, Song Feng might go up to chat with it and try to build a relationship with it.

But let’s just forget about this old monster.

Who knows what these old monsters among the dragon clan are thinking.

Although crickets are indeed bad behind the scenes.

However, these old creatures have lived for who knows how many tens of thousands of years. Each of them has lived for too long, and who knows what kind of problems they may have.

People with eccentric personalities are considered good.

No matter what, the dragon can be considered a terrifying and ferocious beast.

I'd better squat here and take a look.

If there are benefits and advantages, then see if you can give it a try. If not, then just run away.

“Ah! Ah! Ah!!”

"Moo..."

Dragon roars continued to sound.

The voices became more and more passionate, but also more and more corrupt.

The sound was heard thousands of miles away and the sea waves surged.

One huge wave after another came crashing down from the sky.

It was as if the Dragon King was gathering his troops.

Although there are no minnows or generals here, streams of water vapor are beginning to gather on the body of the dragon beast.

In a trance, it seemed as if there was a ferocious beast that supported the heaven and earth.

"He has not even opened his eyes even at this point. Has he become so rotten that he can't even open his eyes?"

Feeling the increasingly heavy smell of decay coming from the dragon beast, Song Feng was also secretly shocked.

When he was in Youluo Palace, all the people he met were disciples of the founder himself. Each of them possessed great skills and magical powers, and had cultivated extraordinary magical powers.

Almost all of them are in their prime.

However, this is the first time I have seen a being like this, with an immortal body so decayed that it can't even open its eyes.

Although he has not yet entered the true flow and does not understand the creation, but he has roamed the world for hundreds of thousands of years, possessing great magical powers, and is an immortal-level dragon beast, and he will die here.

The feeling of the fox mourning the death of the rabbit can be felt personally.

"Clang!"

The sound of metal clashing suddenly rang out.

Immediately afterwards, the turtle-shaped dragon beast that had its eyes closed suddenly opened its rotten eyes.

hold head high! ! !
An angry roar.

This dragon beast shouted out its anger that had been accumulating for tens of millions of years.

There was no longer a trace of life in those terrifying eyes that were like blood-red lanterns.

The divine light is gone, the spiritual light is gone.

All that was left was a confused look, as if he was an old man who couldn't see clearly left or right.

Just as he let out his last roar.

All I saw was that the dragon beast's body began to slowly change.

A visible aura of decay began to emanate from all parts of his body, gradually spreading throughout his entire body.

The dragon beast's flesh and blood began to change.

There seemed to be a little bit of light, constantly blooming from his body.

The vast energy was like a sudden explosion of spiritual energy, rushing in all directions.

Just a blink of an eye.

The area within a radius of thousands of miles is filled with this abundant life essence.

This time, the dragon beast did not groan.

At this moment, his chaotic eyes began to become dazed, and eventually, he lost his spirituality bit by bit.

Everything changes so fast.

In just a blink of an eye, the life essence that had been accumulated for who knows how many tens of thousands of years was completely returned to the heaven and earth, transformed into various kinds of spiritual energy, and merged into the heaven and earth.

Looking towards the dragon beast.

All that was seen was that the dragon beast, which was hundreds of feet tall, had completely disappeared from the place where it had originally been.

There was only one bead, as if it were real, spinning in place.

There was a faint glow of light above.

It looked like the last gift left by the dragon beast.

"Is this the return to silence? Not a soul remains, even the true spirit is burned out, there is no hope of return..."

Looking at the vitality of life that came towards him in the blink of an eye, Song Feng did not feel the slightest joy, and even looked amazed.

Some things can only be heard, without such a deep feeling. When he saw with his own eyes that someone fell into the calamity of the Tao, he understood.

Entering into the path of Taoism and returning to silence is such a terrifying thing.

He believed that when the dragon beast was in its prime, it was a hero who roamed the wilderness and suppressed the sea.

however.

This kind of terrifying existence, with a lifespan so long that it could nurture countless civilizations, is so powerless in the face of death.

If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, who would have imagined that such a horrifying existence could only barely open its eyes before death?

That chaotic look, even now, made Song Feng extremely moved.

Finally before Taoization.

He did not see a trace of anger or unwillingness in those chaotic eyes.

It's just the pure instinct of life.

It was so simple, he just wanted him to open his eyes and see before he died.

There was not the slightest color in those pupils, not even the slightest trace of emotion that could be sensed.

Indifference to the extreme.

It's so bland!

If there was only a hint of spirit in those eyes, Song Feng would not be so heartbroken.

Cultivation is to seize the fortune of heaven and earth and to absorb the essence of the sun and the moon.

If the dragon beast had even a hint of thought.

But he doesn't want to die.

The corrupt aura in his body would definitely not allow him to return to heaven and earth.

He can still absorb the essence of the sun and the moon, repair his body, live longer, and pursue a broader future.

But none of this happened.

There was only chaos in his eyes, and he didn't even have a trace of curiosity about the world.

Indifference to the extreme.

It was as if it was really like in the legend, that heaven and earth are unkind, treating all things as straw dogs, and the Supreme Being is indifferent to emotions.

There is only this kind of gaze.

Only this can truly penetrate into the depths of the soul of a Qi Refiner like Song Feng.

"The disaster of being lost, the calamity of dying..."

As he kept repeating these words, Song Feng's eyes shone brightly.

That is an extreme hope.

It is also a kind of unwillingness!
He wants to live forever, wants to roam the world, and wants to maintain his peak from beginning to end.

He didn't want to grow old, and he didn't want to get lost in time and have no attachment to the world.

Transcend the ordinary and become a saint, and enter the true flow.

Good fortune! Good fortune! Good fortune!

A thought arose in his mind, and he cut off all distracting thoughts. Then, Song Feng swam in the sea and came to the stone bead.

Look towards the stone beads.

All I saw was that the round stone bead, which was originally about ten feet tall, began to shrink slowly under the illumination of the spiritual light.

Similarly, the luster of the stone is also gradually fading.

When Song Feng came to him.

The stone bead, which was about ten feet wide, had now turned into a palm-sized piece of pure spiritual light.

There is no impurity in this spiritual light.

Pure to the extreme!

Observing this, the spiritual light that was completely concentrated to the extreme, Song Feng did not reach out to take it, but looked at him quietly.

"The life essence has been returned to the heaven and earth. What will happen to this ball of spiritual light that completely burns the true spirit and soul and integrates the creation of the immortal body?"

There may be many opportunities to obtain spiritual objects, but the opportunities like this one, to observe the true death of an immortal, are very rare.

The lives of immortals are really too long.

The number is often counted in tens of thousands.

Moreover, most Qigong practitioners will have their own arrangements before they die, and few people can observe the scene of their death.

Now, he had the opportunity to see the changes that occurred to an immortal-level dragon beast after its death.

This is also a kind of accumulation for him.

So, he has been waiting, staying, and watching here quietly, but he has not touched this bit of inspiration at all.

He would like to take a look.

What will this little bit of inspiration eventually turn into?

at last.

I don’t know how many days I waited.

When that final bit of inspiration was concentrated to the extreme, he encountered a drop of water surging in the ocean.

Then, the spiritual light and a drop of water in the waves blended with each other, and finally, under the change of the spiritual light, a round and strange gem was formed.

"Is this... a natural treasure?"

(End of this chapter)