Dragon Clan: My Dad is Ange

He felt strange when he heard what the other person said, but that didn't stop him from punching out.

Don’t worry about whether it is world consciousness or not for now.

I have to save my life first.

But then he felt something was wrong, and the solid golden lines that originally outlined the body of the Prison Ox were now dispersing.

Like smoke and fog, it turned into golden mist.

Did I break them up?

Obviously, punching is just a form of attack, and I don’t feel any mental force.

As early as when he saw Qiuniu, Ye Fan quickly felt his own soul body.

He could feel that it was a solid. In the spiritual world, it didn't seem unacceptable that the consciousness body was solid.

If it can talk and move, it should be able to be used in fighting.

But the current situation is somewhat beyond his expectations. Shouldn't the original plot development be that the nine dragon souls join forces to defeat him?

How come it just fell apart on its own?

Without waiting for a response, Qiuniu suddenly raised his head and let out a long roar, his entire body turning into a golden torrent that roared towards him.

"boom--!"

Inside the real metal cocoon, Ye Fan's curled up body suddenly straightened.

He felt as if some bastard had ripped out his heart and thrown it into the fire.

The key is that the sensory nerves are still connected to it. After all, even if a heart is completely dug out and thrown into a fire, the original owner should not feel pain.

The dark golden dragon pill seeped into his heart like mercury, and his entire heart was being transformed.

The blood that flowed in was squeezed out again with the beating of the heart, and a ray of golden light was attached to the originally bright red blood.

This blood, with a ray of golden light, traveled throughout Ye Fan's body, and finally chose the skin on his heart, burning a tattoo in the shape of a prisoner ox on the surface of the skin.

The pitch-black lines outline the pattern of the imprisoned ox, which is heavy, majestic and very agile.

And the lines that were supposed to be pitch black now glowed with a faint golden light.

Even more terrifying is what's inside the chest cavity.

Ye Fan's heart was turning into glass, the flesh and blood ventricles were replaced by some kind of crystal substance, golden lines spread along the coronary arteries, and hot golden blood was pumped out with every beat.

In the dark space, a second figure followed.

The shadow of Jiaozi solidified in the lightning. The monster with a leopard head and a dragon body had blood dripping from its fangs, and its claws were still covered with remnants of armor from the ancient battlefield.

It said nothing, but just stared at Ye Fan with eyes full of fighting intent, and suddenly pounced on him, bringing with it a bloody storm.

Ye Fan knelt in the void, and he felt as if his heart was taken out by someone and thrown into the fire.

The intense burning sensation was enough to make everyone scream.

The moment the Jiaozi entered his body, he felt as if thousands of knives were scraping his bone marrow.

In reality, the surface of the cocoon shell has sharp edges and corners, as if a sword is about to break out of the body.

The newly formed Prison Ox pattern on his back suddenly came alive, and the dragon's tail swept across, suppressing the restless Jiaozi pattern on his left arm.

Chaofeng came with a hurricane, and the monster with a dragon head and a phoenix tail covered the sky with its wings.

Pulao's roar shattered the darkness, and the sound waves scraped spider-web-like cracks on Ye Fan's consciousness.

When Suanni finally appeared on the fire cloud, its nine pairs of golden eyes had completely locked onto Ye Fan, and the dragon's might from ancient times almost crushed his soul.

(This is... the pressure of the next generation?)

Ye Fan's thoughts began to freeze.

Nine dragon souls were invading every cell through the blood vessels. His DNA chains were breaking and recombining, and his bone density was increasing exponentially.

A teeth-grinding sound came from the cocoon in reality, which was the proof that the human skeleton was transforming into a dragon.

Ye Fan in the cocoon is experiencing the most brutal leap in the history of human evolution.

Chapter 28: Dragon Bone State

His 206 human bones were collectively shattering.

The ulna and radius were broken into seventeen pieces, and coral-like crystal clusters grew on the surface of each broken bone; the vertebrae burst, and the new bone spurs pierced the back muscles like daggers.

The most terrifying thing is the reconstruction of the skull. The horny layer unique to dragons bulged near the temples, but the brain capacity was incredibly expanded by 38%.

The humerus of the right arm suddenly pierced the skin, and the white broken bone was covered with light golden blood beads.

But the next second, thousands of granulations gushed out from the wound and wrapped around the exposed bones like living things.

These stem cells differentiated crazily, and the reconstructed muscle fibers took on a metallic luster, with the number of myofibrils reaching twenty times that of normal humans.

This situation is happening all over Ye Fan's body, and every part of his bones and blood is undergoing transformation.

This is the dragon bone state. Ye Fan's bones will become more than a thousand pieces like a dragon.

This is absolutely the most perfect state of bones. No matter what kind of impact it faces, it will self-adjust and bear the full force.

Combined with muscles that are 20 times denser than those of ordinary people, they can rival the German Leopard 2A6 tank, which is famous for its impact, on the battlefield.

This is without considering mobility at all. Can you imagine a tank rushing towards you as agile as a cat?

Even that gentle slap of his claws carries enough force to crush you at the bone level.

As far as transformation is concerned, the pain is beyond words, enough to transform a normal person with a heart for good into a madman.

The first sense to go out of control is hearing.

Ye Fan heard countless voices roaring in his mind. Those were fragments of Jiulongzi's memories from thousands of years ago.

The scenes of that year seemed to appear in his eyes.

The collapse of the bronze city, the wailing of human sacrifices, and the prince's crazy laughter in front of the alchemy array.

Countless mortal soldiers roared and rushed towards him, waving those inferior alchemical swords in their hands.

But he just relied on the human wave tactics to scratch his own dragon scales.

Then came the vision. He saw countless golden threads running under his skin, and every meridian turned into a dragon vein.

Just when consciousness was about to fade away, something strange happened.

Something sleeping deep in the soul awakens.

It was a ripple that did not belong to this world, carrying an ancient aura that transcended dimensions.

Ye Fan suddenly straightened his back, and the already dim golden pupils in his eyes burst into a faint blue light.

"This is my body!"

The roar shattered the torrent of memories.

The nine dragon souls that were in the process of merging suddenly froze. They saw something even more terrifying deep inside this body.

They should have continued to transform Ye Fan's body.

This is the consciousness of the planet. The consciousness of the planet wants to give birth to a new stellar-level creature, an existence equal to the Black King.

Once the transformation is completed, Ye Fan's soul will be erased, the nine dragon souls will dissipate, and a newly born soul and personality will take control of the new king's body.

This is the will of the planet, and the new personality that is supposed to be born will compete with the Black King.

But at this moment, the soul from another world curbed this situation.

It was a scene of star annihilation, with a vague figure sitting on the throne, stepping on countless dragon corpses.

The figure's face was blurry, but one could still vaguely see his unrivaled handsomeness.

The golden eyes were indifferent and ruthless, just hanging high on the throne, as if waiting for a black dragon to rush towards him.

This is Ye Fan's soul.

It is the soul that is not controlled by the will of the world and can calm the boiling dragon blood.

The SS-level hybrid's body is enough to perfectly carry a Nine Dragon Son.

As for the rest, it all depends on this alien soul to suppress them.

The one with the Qiuniu tattoo was the first to surrender.

It broke away from Ye Fan's back and floated in the air, with its dragon head lowered and making a whimpering sound.

Next was Yazi. This war-loving monster actually broke its claw blades on its own initiative to show its surrender.

Chaofeng's wings folded into a kneeling posture, and Pulao spat out the dragon ball symbolizing the power of music...

The real metal cocoon exploded into a cloud of gold dust.

Ye Fan's naked body was suspended in the air. His height had increased from 1.78 meters to 1.83 meters, and his muscle lines showed a perfect golden ratio.

The Prison Ox pattern on his chest was completely solidified, while the other eight dragon patterns turned into flowing light and disappeared into his blood vessels.

When the toes touched the ground, all the glass within a radius of 100 meters exploded.

Ye Fan looked down blankly and saw that the Qiuniu pattern on his right chest was breathing, and each alternation between light and dark brought about a strange heartbeat resonance.

He instinctively pressed his chest, and suddenly understood his first ability—

"Boom!"

The startled pigeon suddenly fell from a hundred meters away.

Ye Fan felt that his heartbeat resonated with the birds, synchronizing their beat frequency within one thousandth of a second.

What's even more terrifying is that he can instill thoughts into the other party through this connection.

You can also understand what the other person is thinking.

The bird was wondering whether it should poop warm on the windshield of the car below.

"You'd better not pull it, so as to avoid having someone clean the windows again."

Ye Fan’s consciousness was directly transmitted to the bird’s mind.

This is not about being bound by language, but about conveying what is in your heart directly. Even if the species are different, they can definitely understand each other.