Zongman: This Holy Lord just wants friendly communication

Just as I was about to take a closer look, I saw that those fish were as nimble as lightning, with extremely slippery bodies. With the momentum of the boiling magma, red juice rushed up into the sky, like a dragon emerging from the sea. Dozens of fish quickly dived to the bottom of the pool like a well-trained team.

They hid their bodies, leaving only one or two brave ones swimming upstream, as if to find out what was going on.

These fish exude an extraordinary aura, like mythical creatures wearing golden armor. Runes flicker all over their bodies, like oracles engraved by ancient gods, dancing with the red clouds, shining brightly. The golden dots of luster are like the bright stars in the night sky, embedded in the fish bodies, dazzling.

"These powers are so pure."

Jiang Shi Nian felt it for a moment and his heart was filled with shock. This so-called divine substance was like a mysterious gift box containing endless treasures. Its power was pure and majestic, beyond imagination. It seemed to be able to reshape the world and reverse the destiny of the world. It made his heart surge and he could not calm down.

This time, I came here to collect Yingquan and the Twelve Golden Palaces as instructed by the incarnation of black energy. I didn't expect that such rare treasures were hidden here, as if they were a gift bestowed quietly by fate.

"It seems that this formation not only protects the Twelve Golden Palaces, but may also be responsible for creating this divine substance."

Jiang Shi Nian's eyes were blazing, like a long-hungry glutton seeing delicious food, his eyes lit up and full of covetousness.

The whole pool is filled with red void droplets mixed with light gold, which seem to exude a magical charm and a lingering fragrance, like invisible silk threads, captivating the heart. This is clearly a God-given opportunity, and missing it would be an eternal regret.

Jiang Shi Nian made up his mind and stretched out his dragon claws, like a golden blade cutting through the night sky and gently sliding across the surface of the magma.

In an instant, it was as if a mysterious passage was opened, and a tremendous force like a surging tide rushed into his body madly, causing his whole body to tremble. A strong intuition surged in his heart that if he could take all of this pool of divine matter, his own fire source would be reborn, and would become powerful enough to shake the heavens and the earth and shock the gods and demons.

"thump"

There was a gleam of determination in Jiang Shi Nian's eyes, and his figure was like a roc spreading its wings. He leaped into the air, stepped into the air with steady steps, and slowly landed in the pool.

"buzz"

As soon as his feet touched the magma, a strange sight occurred. Wisps of red clouds, like tamed snakes, flowed visibly into his body, just like a gurgling river, nourishing his limbs and bones with its scorching temperature and tremendous energy.

Beside him, the group of golden fish became agitated in an instant, like guards whose territory was invaded. This pond was their paradise for survival.

Now this "green monster" has barged in recklessly, like an unreasonable invader. It not only wants to take a bath, but also seems to uproot their homes and devour them. How can they remain calm?

"Wow!"

Dozens of fish rushed towards Jiang Shinin like arrows shot from a bow, carrying the heat waves of magma. They opened their mouths and spit out bubbles of fire. The bubbles were surrounded by a golden sheen, like a dreamy golden ball, floating slowly towards Jiang Shinin.

It looks beautiful but hides murderous intent. However, when it falls on him, it is like a drop of water falling into the sea, silent and harmless, like a child playing, without any lethality.

"???"

Seeing that the attack was fruitless, the fishes changed their tactics like enraged warriors and used their agility to rush towards Jiang Shi Nian frantically.

"crash"

The golden little fish stirred the magma, which shot up into the sky like a volcanic eruption, and then fell down. Although the splashes were small, they showed their struggle and unwillingness.

But all of this was useless in front of Jiang Shi Nian, like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

"buzz"

Jiang Shi Nian was like an old monk in meditation, unmoved and steady as a mountain. As soon as he entered the magma, the water in the pool seemed to be injected with soul, and it instantly sparkled, and the bright red liquid was like ignited liquor.

The vital energy bursts out violently, like a sleeping giant beast waking up and roaring; the aroma becomes more and more rich and fragrant, as if it can stir the soul and make people intoxicated.

At the same time, the golden flowers in the pond seemed to have received a mysterious command and almost all of them bloomed, like fireworks, so gorgeous.

Then it quickly withered and turned into a sacred light, as if a star was broken, with light splashing everywhere, and it condensed into a flower stem again, sinking silently into the pond, as if accumulating strength and waiting for the next nirvana to bloom.

Although Jiang Shi Nian has the body of a dragon, at this moment it seems as if all the pores on his body are relaxed and he can feel the caress of every bit of strength.

That kind of comfort, different from the excitement when the talisman was returned to its place, was like the comfort of bathing in the spring breeze under the warm sun, which made him hum involuntarily. The sound echoed by the pool like a strange piece of music.

Then, the pool of water became like a ignited gunpowder barrel. A strong aura spread out, and the water in the pool was like boiling hot porridge, boiling wildly.

The bright red nectar with a hint of gold quickly enveloped and wrapped Jiang Shinen like a flexible silk ribbon, layer upon layer, constantly condensing and eventually forming a large cocoon, like a holy cocoon that gave birth to the Son of God, shining brightly and glitteringly.

Those golden flowers continued to bloom and wither outside the cocoon, turning into golden rivers that gurgled into it, as if supplying nutrients for this mysterious transformation.

After a long time, the divine substance was almost consumed by Jiang Shinian. Dozens of fish in the pond were like fish out of water. They could only lie sideways and struggle at the bottom of the pond.

Beside them, the roots of plants were like dried-up old vines, coiled into balls, lifeless and trapped in a corner, as if telling the story of the desolation after the plunder of power.

After an unknown amount of time, the large golden cocoon became like a small, scorching sun that had sunk into the mortal world, floating up and down in the water. The light penetrated the water and spread all around, as if announcing a new life, or as if it was dormant, waiting for the moment to break out of the cocoon and shock the world.

Chapter 115 Transformation

Inside the mysterious and deep golden cocoon, Jiang Shi Nian seemed like a hermit who had escaped from the world and devoted himself to cultivation. His body was surrounded by dazzling light, as if he had been covered in a layer of golden armor by the hands of God himself.

He was immersed in a vast and powerful sea of ​​power. Every inch of his skin and every pore seemed like a long-hungry glutton, madly and greedily swallowing up the surging power rushing around him.

It was an instinctive drive and also an extreme desire for a powerful state, as if to imprint all this endless energy on his soul and body. Every minute and every second was a deep integration with power.

Every breath is accompanied by the ups and downs of the energy tide, accumulating enough capital to change the world.

Until the power climbed to its peak like a raging flood, just like a river swollen on a full-moon night, about to break through the embankment, the sudden change was like a bolt from the blue, coming without any warning.

Jiang Shi Nian felt as if a bomb buried deep in his chest suddenly exploded.

The severe pain was like thousands of steel needles piercing my heart, or like surging magma pouring into the depths of my bone marrow.

The wanton burning and churning caused the golden cocoon around him to tremble violently as if it had suffered a devastating disaster.

Visible cracks spread across the cocoon shell, like a broken spider web.

It seemed as if it would fall apart and turn into debris in the next moment.

However, misfortune often brings good fortune, and all things in the world are hovering between the transformation of yin and yang, and the interdependence of misfortune and good fortune.

This purgatory-like pain is like a harsh baptism before breaking out of the cocoon and being reborn.

After its rampage, strange and mysterious ripples appeared on Jiang Shinian's body.

The ripples are like lively water patterns, hiding surging vitality and change beneath the calm lake surface.

At the same time, it was as if a string of firecrackers were lit inside his body, and it was like a New Year's firecracker feast was playing among his flesh, blood and bones.

Every crisp sound is accompanied by a leap in body function.

Every vibration indicates that the level of life is rising towards the realm of transcendence.

The whole person, along with the shaky yet tenaciously supporting cocoon, emitted a dazzling light that almost made people dizzy.

That light contains the hope of new life and endless possibilities.

"boom!"

In an instant, a loud noise sounded inside the cocoon, like the roar of an ancient mythical beast, or like the ringing of a huge bell in the Nine Nether Hell, breaking through the shackles of time and space and shaking the souls of all things in the world.

The huge golden cocoon seemed to be ignited by the karmic fire from the depths of hell, burning fiercely with the flames rising into the sky.

In the blazing flames, Jiang Shi Nian's flesh and blood and his powerful strength blended perfectly, intertwined and tempered each other, steaming out dazzling rays of light that looked like dreamy clouds, colorful and dreamy.

And among the brilliant rays of light, wisps of black air like ghosts in the dark night are hidden in it, mysterious and deep.

It is like adding a few strokes of bold yet elusive freehand brushwork to a beautiful painting, concealing unknown mysteries and creations.

Correspondingly, the pool that carried the sediment of countless years and the mysterious power seemed to be stirred by an invisible giant hand, causing huge waves and violent turbulence.

The red clouds in the pool seemed like a prehistoric beast that had been unsealed, surging and surging like a raging tide, rushing towards the crumbling yet shining cocoon with a devastating momentum, as if to swallow it up completely.

In this crazy game of power, the divine substance was like a sponge that had been drained of its juice and was almost dry.

Only a shallow pool of residual liquid remained at the bottom of the pool, emitting a faint, almost invisible halo.

Those fish that originally swam leisurely and playfully in the water of divinity.

At this moment, it could only struggle and twist in the residual liquid, its gills opening and closing with difficulty, and its tail swinging weakly, trying to find a glimmer of hope in this almost desperate situation.

The green plants that grow near water have their branches and leaves drooping, their flowers withering, and they are struggling on the brink of life and death, showing signs of decay.

This transformation is like a mad charge of life in a storm, climbing courageously towards a higher level that is out of reach yet full of temptation. It is an act of risking one's life to change one's destiny.

Every step is accompanied by blood and sweat, and every breakthrough embodies the cry and struggle from the depths of the soul.

By the end, the big cocoon that had gone through hardships and baptisms seemed to be carefully carved by the ingenious craftsman of nature, shedding its original roughness and glitz and becoming crystal clear.

Just like a flawless jade that has fallen from the heavens to the mortal world, his entire body exudes a terrifying aura that inspires awe, like a king who has ascended the throne and looks down on all living beings.

At this moment, he seemed to be full and stopped absorbing the pool liquid, finally leaving a glimmer of hope for the creatures in the pool that had been struggling on the brink of life and death for a long time. He was like a compassionate god who, after showing his power, gave the ants a glimmer of hope of survival.

The alternation of day and night is as fleeting as a white horse passing by, and a day and a night pass by quietly in the blink of an eye.

And the big cocoon that looked like it was made of platinum, after a long period of waiting and sedimentation.

Suddenly there was an unusual movement and a crackling sound, which was like the crisp sound of ice breaking under the warm spring sun, heralding the arrival of a new life.

On the cocoon shell, blood-red lines appeared out of thin air like winding blood rivers, crisscrossing each other, just like a mysterious ancient rune pattern, hiding the code to open a new era.

"boom!"

With a deafening roar, as if Pangu's axe was used to create the world, the cocoon exploded.

Endless flames were like the fire waves at the end of the world, carrying the momentum of destroying the world, rising into the sky, rushing towards the clouds, and sweeping everything around.

The bright flames that were originally burning fiercely and seemed never to be extinguished now seemed as weak as a candle in the wind against the backdrop of this raging fire.

At this moment, it is even about to go out, and the dim flame is trembling in the wind, as if telling the story of past glory and present loneliness.

After all, this pool is the core lifeline of this formation, and its energy comes from the Qiantian Minghuo collecting the sun's essence day after day and year after year.

It also supports the flame to continue to exist, just like the heart to the body, they prosper together and suffer together.

Jiang Shinian has emerged from his cocoon like a reborn phoenix, standing proudly in the pond.

His whole body was surrounded by raging flames, as if he was wearing a layer of fire armor, but he was completely unharmed. His skin was as crystal clear as if carved from crystal, emitting a warm and mysterious luster.

The strange and somewhat evil green skin of the Holy Lord in the past was like a layer of old shackles, which was completely removed and replaced by dazzling gold.

The golden color seemed to be painted by the sun god himself, shining brightly, with an extremely noble purple aura faintly visible in it.

Like an imperial star twinkling in the night sky, he seemed like a god descending to the earth, overlooking the mortal world, emitting majesty and domineering aura that made people dare not look directly at him.

Chapter 116 The Dark Air Reappears

This transformation can be described as a magical journey of rebirth, a gorgeous turn of life from mundane to extraordinary.

Jiang Shinian only felt like a spiritual creature that was about to break free from its mortal body and transform into a real dragon. Every inch of his flesh and blood, every bit of his soul, was cheering and leaping for joy, feeling this earth-shaking change.

The moment he opened his eyes, a ray of blood-red light like lightning shot out from his eyes, piercing through the void and shocking everything. His eyes were filled with the determination after going through hardships and a fiery yearning for the future journey.

The key is that this transformation does not involve any evil spirits, which saves the protagonists from the worry that the situation will get out of control due to the righteousness. It is like a captain at the helm, cleverly avoiding reefs and shoals, and winning a smooth path for his future voyage.

Jiang Shi Nian was determined, like a shrewd chess player, silently planning his plans in his mind.