Lingyuan Immortal

Chapter 533: Dragon Vein Opened
Since ancient times, Southern Xinjiang has been the land of countless monsters. Hundreds of tribes there have become weak, and only the monster tribe has formed the Monster Court and unified the world of immortal cultivation in Southern Xinjiang for hundreds of thousands of years.

Until 30,000 years ago, the Taiyi Xuanling Realm encountered a demonic calamity, which affected the Southern Xinjiang Demon Court, causing heavy losses. After the calamity, it collapsed suddenly, and the unified situation suddenly split, differentiating into thousands of demon tribes, which is the current situation in Southern Xinjiang.

During this period, there were people who wanted to recreate the former splendor of the Demon Court, but their strength could not reach an unprecedented level and they were unable to win over the hearts of all the demon tribes in southern Xinjiang.

The most important thing is that the reason why the Demon Court was able to maintain its unity from generation to generation was largely because of a demon tripod left by the demon ancestor.

This demon cauldron suppresses the fortune of the demon clan, and holds the lifeblood of thousands of demon clans. Whoever holds this cauldron can command all the demon tribes in southern Xinjiang!
It’s a pity that this demon tripod disappeared from the world along with the collapse of the demon court.

There were rumors that the Demon Cauldron was in the former ancestral land of the Demon Court. As long as one could obtain this cauldron, he could become the emperor of all demons and command all the demon tribes in southern border with ease.

For this reason, every three hundred years, the demon tribes in southern Xinjiang would send their most outstanding geniuses into the cave, hoping to seize the great opportunity, find the demon cauldron, and become the demon emperor.

However, after thousands of years, and countless generations of the Southern Xinjiang demon tribe, the demon cauldron has still not been found.

If there were no other mystery and many creations, if some monsters had inherited the monster clan's legacy and their cultivation had improved by leaps and bounds after coming out, if some monsters had obtained rare treasures, becoming even more powerful and their combat power had greatly increased, they would have probably broken off this thousand-year tradition long ago.

To this day, the demon tribes in southern Xinjiang no longer care whether the demon cauldron exists in the Demon Court. They only regard the trip to the Demon Court, which occurs once every three hundred years, as a unique opportunity for the demon clan.

This trip to the Demon Court will take place two years later.

Hua Meimei said to himself that as the young master of Xuanzeng Mountain and the strongest genius of the Wuyun clan, he was naturally qualified to participate in this battle in the Demon Court.

However, he usually had a free and easy personality and had offended many southern border tribes. In order to prevent them from joining forces to deal with him, he originally planned not to get involved.

But Chen Mu's appearance made him change his mind. He could not wait to catch up with the deserted island and persuaded her to go back to southern Xinjiang with him...

However, there are restrictions on entering the Demon Court. If Chen Muruo wants to participate in it, he needs to refine the scales of the Ancestral Dragon. This is why Hua Meimei told him so much.

"Demon Court..."

Chen Mu murmured something, and slowly stroked it with his backhand. The scales of the Ancestral Dragon, gleaming like water, appeared in his palm.

He still remembered that when Ao Yi gave him this item, he also mentioned that this item had many uses, one of which was to be refined into the blood to add some dragon energy to oneself.

However, after he returned to Beiyuan, he did not choose this method, but let it stay with Jindan to add some water talent to him.

Until now, it seems that it is time to put this Ancestral Dragon Scale to use...

Chen Mu pondered for a long time, and after making a decision in his heart, his right hand suddenly clenched tightly, and the Ancestral Dragon scale immediately melted into his body like an illusion.

This time was different from the previous times when it sank close to the golden elixir. Instead, it shook quietly, and the dragon scales suddenly burst apart, gushing out an endless stream of dragon energy, which flowed in and instantly spread throughout the body.

He sat upright at the bow, calmed his mind, emptied his sea of ​​consciousness, and after the Qi circulated around his body, he recited the refining formula that Ao Yi had passed down to him.

But within a few hours, all the acupoints in his body began to beat gently, the blood in his body trembled, and changes occurred quietly without him noticing.

At this moment, a layer of light black color floated on the surface of his body, and after a moment, it disappeared.

Then, a hazy mist emerged from his mouth and nose, transforming into hundreds of faintly visible tiny black dragons that swirled around him and moved endlessly.

As the mantras and mental methods circulated more smoothly, the energy in his dantian gradually grew warmer.

Swallowing and spitting, moving forward and backward, after a few breaths, a gurgling sound gradually arose, as if a ball of heavy water was shaking inside, slowly melting into the blood.

Two more days passed, and the energy vibrated violently, and finally leaped up. Chen Mu subconsciously opened his mouth and spit out a ball of black energy in the shape of round beads.

The next moment, the hundreds of tiny black dragons hovering beside him came as if chasing a pearl, circling and dancing around the mysterious energy. With each circle, a wisp of it disappeared, and in the end, only one breath remained.

At this moment, this energy was like a thunderbolt, flashing three times between light and darkness, drilling into his Taiyuan acupoint and instantly flowing through all the blood vessels in his body. The energy also followed, but it shot and pushed into his spine.

Chen Mu only felt a tingling sensation running through his joints from the coccyx to the occipital bone. He heard a crackling sound in his ears and straightened his body unconsciously.

Then a breath pushed out from the abdomen and hit the twelfth floor. His throat opened wide, and he raised his head and opened his mouth. A white gas filled the air, and there seemed to be a dragon's roar echoing. It circled around the place for a thousand feet for a long time, and only dissipated after a quarter of an hour.

If someone passed by at this time, they would definitely think that Chen Mu was the transformed demon cultivator, and a demon cultivator from the True Dragon clan!
However, if someone passing by had the Nascent Soul cultivation level, they would be able to see through Chen Mushi's true status as a cultivator. At most, his ancestors had the bloodline of a true dragon...

Chen Mu slowly inhaled and exhaled, and after doing this several times, he finally stabilized the dragon energy floating around his body.

He suddenly stood up, feeling refreshed and full of strength. He lightly stepped on the ground and stood up easily without using any magic power.

“It has such a miraculous effect?”

Chen Mu raised his eyebrows slightly, and with a thought, the Silver Rainbow Sword appeared in his hand. He danced his body and casually performed a few sword techniques, which immediately caused bursts of air-breaking sounds and crisp sword chants.

He was delighted, but found that he had acquired the ability to exert force without knowing why, and estimated that he had at least the strength to build a foundation!
"This is a pleasant surprise..."

He murmured to himself, even though it only had the strength to build a foundation, if used properly, it might be more helpful to him than a magical power.

"Such a mysterious effect, it is worthy of being the scale of the Ancestral Dragon."

Chen Mu sighed in his heart and couldn't help but think of the dragon girl Ao Yi who gave him the dragon scales.

"I don't know how she is now..."

……

Langya Sea, Langya Island.

In a grand hall dotted with pearls, with a soft halo and shining like warm jade, a strong demon cultivator in red armor knelt respectfully on the ground, not daring to make any sound.

Until a whisper came from above asking: "Ze Yan, what's going on?"

The red-armored demon cultivator hurriedly held up a letter, still keeping his head down, and said, "Princess, the battle for the Southern Border Demon Court is approaching. The Qingli tribe has sent a message asking if you are willing to participate."

The upper part of the hall was hazy, but a woman's figure could be vaguely seen.

"This is a matter concerning the Southern Border demon tribe. Why would the Qingli tribe ask such a question?"

Ze Yan paused for a moment, then replied in a deep voice, "The Seventh Princess returned to Southern Xinjiang with her husband some time ago. It seems she wants to..."

He didn't finish his words, but his meaning was clear.

The woman at the top frowned slightly when she heard this and remained silent.

After a full half-minute, she said in a cold voice, "Seventh sister is confused. As the Dragon Girl of the East China Sea, you rashly get involved in the affairs of the Southern Border Demon Tribe... Ze Yan."

"I'm here!" The red-armored demon cultivator responded loudly.

"Go to Southern Xinjiang and obey my orders. Do not allow Ao Chun to interfere in the Southern Xinjiang Demon Court's dispute in the name of the Dragon Palace. If he disobeys my orders, he will be arrested on the spot!"

The red-armored demon cultivator was startled, and subconsciously wanted to look up to confirm, but he forced himself to hold back and shouted, "Yes!"

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(End of this chapter)