Taishang Hualong Jue

Chapter 130 Xuanhuang Tempering
Xuanhuang Qi, as thick as a cloud, as dense as a mountain, floats in the void less than two meters from the ground, and the invisible power makes people breathless.

A ray of mysterious yellow air can easily crush a mountain, and so much dark yellow air falls down, even the peak power of the Faxiang Realm will change color.

Fortunately, the Xuanhuang Qi at this moment was suppressed by a source of power separated from the Lingzhong in Taiyuan Town by [-]%. Although its power is still terrifying, it is already within the limit that Qin Luo and the others can bear.

Under the turbulent Xuanhuang Qi, Qin Luo sat under extremely heavy pressure, sitting cross-legged on the ground that had been tempered by the dissipated Xuanhuang Qi and became extremely solid.

The body was trembling, cracks emerged, and blood oozed out, like a porcelain doll about to break.

Although his physical body is far superior to that of the same level, it is completely comparable to the strong in the concentration state, and can be called a humanoid tyrannosaurus, but he still looks extremely fragile in front of the mysterious and yellow aura.

However, after his vitality and qi and blood have undergone transformation, they are already extremely majestic and vast. As the qi and blood surge, the cracks are quietly healed, and there is a strange and mysterious dao rhyme flowing between the flesh and blood, releasing an astonishing breath of life.

It is the essence of life.

Rumble!
While the mysterious yellow energy surged and fluctuated, there was a gorgeous brilliance blooming, and wisps of misty black and yellow mist fell down like a waterfall, covering and submerging his body, and his body was deforming.

His body is cracking, like chapped loess, like a porcelain doll that is about to shatter, the cracks are all over the body, the red blood blurs the body, there is a crackling sound coming from the body, it has been tempered by him like refined iron Hard bones are breaking.

Qin Luo's face was calm, enduring the severe pain, urging the profound meaning of life, the majestic and vast power of qi and blood, restoring the unbroken body, struggling between fragmentation and reorganization.

Guarded by phantom shadows of the Four Pole Divine Pillars, the Xuanhuang Qi was suppressed to [-]% of its strength. Although the pressure was still terrifying, it was barely bearable.

He glanced at Qin Yan, and there was a hint of surprise in his eyes. The latter had persisted. Although Qin Yan's cultivation was two small realms higher than his, he had reached the perfection of warming and nurturing.

But his strength and physical strength are completely incomparable to his, and he doesn't have the profound meaning of life to restore his body. He thought that if Qin Yan insisted on collecting a few wisps of black and yellow mist, he would be refined out of the range covered by the black and yellow energy.

"It's the Eight Desolation Fire Dragon."

Looking at Qin Yan whose spine was shining brightly like the sun, he immediately understood, and also understood the reason why Qin Yan gritted his teeth and persisted even though he looked embarrassed.

It seems that the inheritance of the Eight Desolation Fire Dragon is stronger than he imagined, but this is a good thing.

Since Qin Yan is fine, he can safely guide the Xuanhuang Qi to temper his body, and use it as a material to refine his natal Horcrux.

The process must have been extremely painful, but he thought that his strength would improve in the future, which would be of great benefit to his future cultivation, so he accepted it.

Before sinking into practice, he glanced at the blood puppet who was also sitting cross-legged next to him. Compared with him and Qin Yan, the blood puppet seemed much calmer.

Moreover, he is a spiritual puppet, insensitive to pain, and he is absorbing the black and yellow mist to temper and transform his body. After this time, his strength will also usher in a huge improvement.

It's a pity that although Emperor Shura erased the imprint on the Blood Spirit Puppet, it still couldn't change the fact that he was the clone of Emperor Shura. The limit was at the peak of the Faxiang Realm, and it was difficult to break through to the Earth Profound Realm.

Unless, go back to the furnace and rebuild, but he doesn't have that ability now.

He shook his head, closed his eyes slowly, and operated the Taishang Dragon Transformation Art. Faintly, a supreme aura emanated from him, majestic and majestic, surpassing the heaven and earth, immortal and immortal.

On the constantly broken and recovered body, the blood-colored bloody golden blood dragon pattern flows, squirms and changes, and the right hand is covered with dense scales, which are covered with mysterious and ancient patterns, like the texture of the avenue engraved on the sky and the earth .

The black and yellow surged, and the mist and mist fell down like a waterfall, submerging Qin Luo's strong body. His body was shattered, cracked all over, and blood spattered.

Broken again, and reassembled again!

So cycle back and forth.

Every inch of his skin, flesh and blood, bones, viscera, and tendons are being tempered by the misty mist hanging down from the black and yellow aura that possesses great power of creation.

Each one is undergoing tempering, as if it is pregnant with mysterious and amazing power, and is transforming.

Xuanhuang Yun has the power of great good fortune, and is known as the mother spirit of all things, but if it can withstand its tempering, if it can't, it will be crushed into minced meat and blood mist by the heavy gravity of hundreds of millions of jun.

Qin Luo gritted his teeth and insisted on the pain of tearing his body, and operated the Taishang Hualong Jue to the limit, the blood dragon skin was tempered again, and the bright blood gold light became dim, but it looked ancient, thick, more tenacious, and The ancient incomplete lines are branded on it.

On the right arm, the blood dragon scales that have been condensed and covered have been tempered in the breaking and reorganization, and have become simple and thick.

In the rest of the place, tough and ferocious scales condensed and grew between birth and death, and soon covered the entire arm and spread outward.

Half an hour later, Qin Yan opened his closed eyes, looked at Qin Luo who was transforming, shook his head helplessly, sighed softly, and absorbed a few wisps of black and yellow mist.

With a wry smile, he left the area shrouded in mysterious and yellow energy, and under the protection of the phantom of the four-pole divine pillar, he integrated the mist into the killing sword stored in the spine.

An hour later, Qin Yan finally managed to integrate the Xuanhuang mist into the killing sword, and the rest only needed to be slowly refined, and he walked into the range covered by the Xuanhuang Qi again.

But this time he didn't go deep, just in the edge area, guiding strands of misty mist to temper his body, the blood exploded, and the flesh and blood collapsed. He manipulated the keel of the Eight Desolation Fire Dragon in his body, releasing amazing vitality and blood energy, recovering Broken body.

A mysterious and obscure scripture flowed in his mind, the mysterious breath spread, and one after another runes, like small phantoms of fire dragons from the wilderness, melted into his flesh and bones.

Inheritance, release, awakening!

On his body, red dragon scales that were burning like flames emerged, and the darkness became clear and solid during the shattering and recovery.

On the other side of the Blood Spirit Puppet, under the tempering of strands of misty mist, the cracks on his body are being repaired at a slow and steady speed, and the aura he exudes is gradually increasing.

Qin Luo's body was shrouded in waterfall-like black and yellow mist, his body was hazy and unrecognizable, and his body was still being broken and reorganized. Although his body became tough and tyrannical during such changes, he still looked extremely fragile under the black and yellow air. .

His arms have been completely covered with the strengthened golden armor, the scales are thick, the golden light shines through the dark red blood, and a thick and condensed energy permeates out.

His white bones became more and more crystal clear, radiant and incomparably strong during continuous tempering, and the bone marrow, which was full of vitality, flowed in it, like magma, releasing amazing vitality.

(End of this chapter)