Chapter 18 The Dragon Emperor's Destruction Armor
"Dong............"
The melodious bells drooped from the sky, like the sound of the gods above the nine heavens.
Xiang Qingyi stood at the foot of the mountain of the Dragon Emperor, with his head up. At the end of his eyes, a towering cyan mountain went straight into the sky and did not see the peak. Yunxia could only cover the mountainside. Above the clouds, at the end of the top of the mountain that pierced the sky, there were countless fierce golden light.
The golden gas is derived into a looming wandering dragon, as if it is soaring in the nine heavens, and as if it is looking down on the world.
"Dong............"
The melodious bell rings again, and with the spread of the bell, the golden dragon in the clouds will spread its body, as if it were driving in the clouds, slowly and agilely.
"Well, I always do this. I really think I'm the emperor."
Xiang Qingyi sighed, took out his ear, put a fluffy hair behind his head, and then took out a touch of golden ribbon from his waist to tie it, straightened his shirt, and walked up to the deep winding steps.
He took it step by step without using the power of qi and blood, but walked up step by step with the most primitive steps.
Longhuang Mountain is about eight kilometers high and is one of the highest peaks in Jiangbei. It is called a double peak together with Qianfo Mountain of the Killing Sect.
After walking the eight-kilometer-long mountain, it took a whole day to go to Tsing Yi.
From early morning to dusk.
When the sunset glowed red at the other end of the sky like a brazier, he just stepped on the last step towards Tsing Yi. He stepped on the high platform, and the crimson sunset set him upright like a god.
A strange clock is placed on the high platform. The melodious sound is emitted from here. At the foot of thousands of mountains, you may not feel the sound is so loud, but at this moment, when the bell rings again, you can deeply feel what the sound of thunder is.
The huge sound is enough to crack an ordinary person alive. Even if he is a martial artist-level master, the power of qi and blood will completely burst when the bell rings, and the seven holes will bleed to death.
The name of this ancient clock is called "Thunder". It is 20 meters high and 10 meters wide. The clock is engraved with a golden dragon that wants to rise in the air. The golden dragon carries thunder and lightning, which is ferocious and lifelike. When the master at the level of Wu Zun urges the ancient clock with the power of qi and blood, the lightning golden dragon on the clock will rise to the sky and suck on the sky. With the power of thunder, and then bombarded down, it was extremely powerful.
The "Thunder" ancient bell is not only the sound instrument of the Dragon Emperor, but also the emperor-level soul weapon.
After the ancient bell, there is a huge four-way ancient temple, shrouded in clouds. It is 1,000 meters wide and 100 meters high, like an ancient giant beast, coiled on the top of the mountain.
Above the palace, there is a golden dragon statue rising to the sky, which is extremely huge, with golden light all over the body and tearing the clouds.
This is the famous Dragon Emperor Hall, the highest hall of martial arts people.
Outside the hall, there was a white-haired old man with white beards, cross-legged, with his snow-white beard and eyebrows hanging on the ground, and his eyes were as thin as a needle.
He crossed the "Thunder" bell to Qingyi and made a respectful courtesy to the old man in a white-haired robe: "Hello, Grandpa Bai."
The old man did not move, like a statue, and even his breath could not be heard.
smiled at Qingyi, suddenly grabbed him, grabbed the old man's beard, and said viciously, "Old man Bai, you can't pretend to be dead."
The snow-white beard suddenly wandered away like the most slippery catfish, and while wandering, a vast force shook out of the beard, and a spiral shook it out to Qingyi.
Xiang Qingyi turned over with a hurry in the air and fell firmly on the ground, but there was a broken white beard in his hand. He put it in front of him and blew, and this beard was scattered like a dandelion.
"Old Bai, your hair is loose. Alas, if it goes on like this, I guess you will soon become bald, haha."
Xiang Qingyi smiled strangely. The old man in the white robe was still silent and expressionless, but the white hair mopping the floor suddenly stood up, and the white light came out like smoke, turning into a huge dragon head turtle. Above the light and shadow, the void was torn, and a huge giant leg full of scales was protrude out. .
The moment the giant leg came out, the sky was windy and clouds were torn, and circles of gray light spread out like ripples, forming a huge black hole. In the black hole, a giant figure as tall as a god loomed.
Xiang Qingyi suddenly swallowed his saliva, shook his hand and said, "No, Grandpa Bai, I haven't seen you for two years. As soon as you take action, you summon Wu Ling. You want to pat me to death. Oh, forget it, I also brought you a bottle of good wine developed by dragon blood. It seems that you are not blessed."
The light and shadow all over the sky dissipated in an instant. The old man with a white beard suddenly opened his eyes and said, "Bad boy, if you dare to lie to me, I will tear down your bones."
He smiled at Qingyi, took out a brown bottle from his arms and threw it over.
The white-haired old man didn't do anything, but he shook his beard. The cork opened, and a strong smell of wine poured in. The soul of the people was drunk, but the old man with white beard was overjoyed. A pair of mung bean-like eyes were shining straight, changing the original statue-like dullness.
Xiang Qingyi then walked over with a smile, squatted down, patted the white-beard old man on the shoulder, as if he had been a good friend for many years: "Old man, at least you are also a master of Wuzun level. You should say what you say?"
The old man with White Beard was pouring wine and said angrily, "If you fart, just let it go. Don't beat around the bush."
Xiang Qingyi smiled evilly and asked in a low voice, "Last time you said that I had reached the realm of a master, you passed on to me. At least you are a generation of masters. You should keep your word."
The old man White Beard was stunned when he heard the words, then suddenly raised his head, poured a bottle of wine into his throat, and then let out a sigh of satisfaction. Then he threw the wine bottle to Qingyi and said angrily, "I promised you, but I didn't say that today, next time, bring a few more bottles of good wine. I've had enough. But I will pass it on to you."
After saying that, he closed his eyes and breathed and annihilated, just like an ancient statue.
Xiang Qingyi was stunned at first, and then he was furious. He jumped up and pointed to the old man's nose and cursed: "Old man, why are you cheating? If you drink my wine and don't give anything, I'll fight with you."
He rolled his sleeves and was about to do it. At this time, a majestic voice came from the hall in all directions.
"Ting Yi, don't mess around. Master Bai is meditating. Don't disturb him."
Xiang Qingyi listened to the voice, stamped his feet angrily, stared at the old white-bearded old man fiercely, and got into the hall.
In the hall, the golden light is shining.
There are no decorations or things in the palace of the four directions, only a huge golden dragon scroll.
The picture scroll floats in the center of the hall. The golden dragon in the scroll stepped on the clouds, swallowed the sun and the moon, and thousands of stars draped on its scales, domineering and brilliant.
In front of the 100-meter-long scroll, there is a slender back standing with his hands on his back.
Xiang Qingyi saw this back, and the unruly color on his face was restrained. He changed into a look of awe. He straightened his clothes, knelt down respectfully, threw himself to the ground, and shouted, "Master, the apprentice is coming."
The slender back turned around and answered faintly, "It's Qingyi. You're finally here."
The man came over, waved his big sleeves and attacked vigorously. He stood up involuntarily in Qingyi and stood aside with his hand down.
"Tsing Yi, please raise your head."
Xiang Qingyi raised his head and looked at the middle-aged man standing with his hands behind his hands five meters in front of him.
The face is square, the face is like a heavy date, a pair of lying silkworm eyebrows, the nose is straight, and it is full of nobleness. It is the first martial arts sect in the world, the contemporary suzerain of the Dragon Emperor, and the top master named the second on the Chiyou Monument - Long Xie.
Long Xie's eyes were calm. He looked at the opposite Xiang Qingyi, looked slightly, and then nodded: "Yes, yours has reached the primary level of the master, and there is indeed Jiuyou dragon spirit on your body. It seems that you have reached a contract with the Jiuyou Dragon King."
"Yes, Master, the Jiuyou Dragon King and I have been killing in the cold valley for nearly a year. In the end, the disciple luckily found the reverse scales under its neck with the skill of 'Dragon Becomes Nine Wrath'. Fortunately, the Dragon King was bound with four minions by the spirit of Youtie, and his strength could not exert 30%, which made me pull out the reverse scales and forced it to submit. Yu integration."
Long Xie smiled and said with approval: "You can't defeat the Jiuyou Dragon King by luck alone. It also depends on your opportunity and strength, especially your courage. It is a great thing that you can test the dragon with your body. From then on, the Jiuyou Dragon King will merge with you, and your strength will not only improve to a level. After the dragon transformation, the meat I'm afraid that the power of qi and blood can reach the peak of the master, right?
He replied respectfully to Qingyi, "Well, yes, it's only half a step away from the realm of Wu Zun."
"Good!" Long Xie stroked his palm and smiled: "Now, there is a 'son of Thor" on the 'hanging island'. This is a big scourge. Although it has just been promoted, its strength has also reached the peak of Wu Zun. I deliberately let you remove this scourge. Now your strength is still the peak of the master. That's all, being a teacher will help you, so that you can have The power to strangle the Son of Thor.
"The power to kill the Son of Thor?" Xiang Qingyi was horrified and moved.
The dragon evil palm waved out in the air, and the palm was like thunder. The golden light cracked. In the crack, the light faintly formed a huge golden dragon. The golden dragon drilled into the picture scroll suspended in the center of the hall, as if it were the key to open the mysterious world, and stirred out a ripples similar to water lines.
The star dragon in the ancient scroll suddenly seemed to wake up. As soon as his eyes opened, the dragon's body shook, thousands of stars shattered, and the sun and moon collapsed. It came out of the scroll like a living thing. The ferocious dragon head opened its mouth and bit towards Qingyi.
Xiang Qingyi was shocked and wanted to avoid it, but he heard the master's low shout behind him: "The dragon emperor is possessed by the world. What are you afraid of such a good thing? Be happy and let the armor enter the body."
The Dragon Emperor's Extermination of the World Armor, it is rumored that the Dragon Emperor Sect's town is the most precious treasure, the emperor-level soul weapon - the Dragon Emperor's Extermination Armor?
Xiang Qingyi was overjoyed, and the dragon's mouth was covered with his head, completely swallowing his body.
In the boundless golden light, the vague Xiang Qingyi only heard a word in his ear.
"On the way to the 'hanging island', remember to catch the Jiangnan boy who killed Miaowu. His disciples all know his whereabouts, and you will know when you ask Diewu later."
He answered to Qingyi, and then loosened the meridians of his body and accepted the power of the Dragon Emperor's annihilation armor.