304 ninety-nine stone steps

The colorful dragon shadow hovered in the void, and then returned to the dragon thorns. At the same time, the whole void gradually calmed down. Looking at the dragon thorn in his hand, Qinglong seemed to see all kinds of dragons in the past, bitterness and determination, rising from the bottom of his heart, making him feel a tyrannical atmosphere. He took a deep breath and reluctantly suppressed all kinds of emotions. Then, Qinglong turned his head and looked at Lin Fan and said, "Let's go to Longtai to get the Dragon Ball!" After saying that, he strode forward.

Looking at the Qinglong walking in front of him, Lin Fan showed a faint smile on his face, and at the same time, he was relieved. He and Bai Hu met in his early years, and there was naturally a kind of closeness between Qinglong. Before, he saw his deep and sad appearance. Although he had the intention to comfort him, he was inhuman, but finally nothing. Seeing Qinglong's appearance at this moment, he knew that Qinglong had finally recovered from the endless sadness for the time being. After all, the Oriental Dragon will regain his glory. But there is always a doubt in his heart. When the gate of Longyuan is opened, why is his sadness far more than anger when he sees the dragon corpses everywhere? Also, why does he feel that he is a descendant of the dragon clan? But Qinglong didn't say anything about all this, and he didn't ask. Shaking his head, he put these questions aside for the time being and followed Qinglong closely. At the same time, don't forget to look at the whole Longyuan scene.

Longyuan's area is extremely vast. Previously, it was covered by endless dragon corpses and dragon blood, and he could not see his true face. At this moment, he was deeply shocked by the vast area. The surroundings revealed a primitive, a desolate atmosphere, permeating the whole dragon abyss, and thinking of the endless scene of the endless real dragon's corpse and rushing in this desolation, it is a little more tragic.

Feeling this atmosphere, Lin Fan's body and mind also became open, as if it could accommodate the whole world. Just follow Qinglong like this, while enjoying the desolate atmosphere and sadness unique to the ancient terrain of Longyuan. For a moment, Lin Fan had a feeling that he had forgotten where he was.

Boom!

Suddenly, a more magnificent momentum suddenly emerged. Without defense, Lin Fan was suddenly overturned. It was not until he flew hundreds of feet upside down that he fixed his body. Looking up, he found that Qinglong had stopped in front of a tall blue and black altar. Taking a look at the blue and black altar, Lin Fan's eyes were full of curiosity and walked forward step by step. This blue-black altar, pyramid-shaped, 100 meters high, covers a wide area, with first-level stone steps leading to the peak, and at the top, there is a shimmer of light, full of magic.

"This is Longtai. There are 99 stone steps here. You can observe Dragon Ball when you step on it. The Dragon Ball contains not only the power of the descendants of the dragon clan, but also the supreme skills learned by the outstanding disciples of the dragon clan, and at each level, there are also skills corresponding to the power. In the past, this was a holy place for this dragon clan, but it was by no means like other races. In the dragon clan, as long as you have enough ability, you can get everything you want!" Looking at the glimmer on the dragon platform, Qinglong's eyes were full of light, shooting out a terrible light, and whispered word by word.

Hearing Qinglong's words, Lin Fan's heart was moved. He remembered that at the beginning, in Shuiyunzong, Master Aokizi also chose his own skills according to his disciples, and there were no restrictions. This is the opposite of other sects.

"Grandpa Qinglong, do you think if we can reach the top of this dragon platform, we can also understand the magic power of the dragon clan?" Just when Lin Fan's heart was slightly shaken, the milky voice of Dawei sounded. Lin Fan turned his head and saw that Dawei's blood weeping sword spirit and three-legged Jinwu were staring at the green dragon with a pair of eyes, which was full of desire.

Hearing Dawei's words, Qinglong smiled slightly, touched Dawei's head dotingly, and said kindly, "Why else should I bring you here? Xiaojin and Xiaohong's ancestors are friends with our dragon clan, and your teacher is a good brother with Chenlong, another dragon son of our dragon clan..." Hearing Qinglong's words, before he finished speaking, Dawei had already opened his eyes and jumped from the back of the three-legged golden black to the shoulder of Qinglong, and stretched out a small claw to keep plucking Qingqing. Lin Fan's ears were speechless for a while. Under the sky, I'm afraid this is the only living treasure that can climb to Qinglong's shoulder and act coquettish.

But before Lin Fan finished sighing, Dawei jumped down from Qinglong's shoulder, and then jumped towards the dragon platform. Lin Fan frowned. He intuitively felt that although the dragon platform looked extremely platform, it was by no means simple, otherwise, it would not have become a place to test the children of the dragon clan. But when he saw that Qinglong just smiled and didn't speak, he didn't say anything, just looked at Dawei.

Seeing Dawei's body jump, he jumped up to the first level. Without stopping at all, he jumped to the second level. In this way, he went up to the seventh level in a row, but when he reached the eighth level, it was slightly difficult. After that, it seemed that the first level was more difficult than the first level. Dawei also changed from the original extremely easy as the rain, and gasped and gasped. Finally, at the thirteenth level, he was overturned by a force, and then fell to the ground with a bang. With the cry of pain, Dawei got up from the ground for a long time.

"Let you be strong!" Lin Fan jumped on the back of the three-legged golden black again and rubbed his buttocks while curling his mouth to look at the power of the dragon platform with a violent smile. Then he looked up to ask Qinglong's opinion. Seeing that he nodded to himself, he took a deep breath and walked towards the steps.

Stepping on the first step, Lin Fan did not feel anything strange, but Lin Fan still stopped and closed his eyes to feel it carefully. After letting go of the six senses, Lin Fan's feeling suddenly became keen. Gradually, a dragon appeared in front of him. The dragon seemed to be a skill. Even a faint attack on Lin Fan, which put some pressure on him. However, with Lin Fan's cultivation at this moment, with a slight thought, he understood this skill. At the same time, he broke the resistance and continued to pick up the level. At the second level, it is still the same, and it is another dragon, but what it shows is like another skill. Lin Fanwei thought that every step here has an idea, and this idea is the world-class skill of a dragon, but from now on, this step is also from weak to strong.

So moving forward step by step, the artistic conception on the steps is getting deeper and deeper, and the resistance is getting bigger and bigger, making it easy for Lin Fan to crack the power, but it is not possible to understand those strange learnings in a while. By the tenth time , the power seemed to be suddenly doubled. Without Lin Fan's precautions, he almost overturned this resistance. Slightly shocked, Lin Fan quickly stabilized his body, and then brought up his strength to compete with this resistance and understand the artistic conception on the tenth level. Although it was slightly difficult, it didn't take long, and then Lin Fan continued to move forward.

Starting from the tenth level, the strength of resistance and the difficulty of the artistic conception are far from comparable to the first nine levels. Almost every time the difficulty increased by the previous level is double that of the previous level! Lin Fan endured more and more pressure, and the artistic conception became more and more exhausting. Lin Fan was immersed in this artistic conception, as if he was intoxicated and completely forgot the passage of time, and even Qinglong did not notice it passing by. All his mind was pulled by this artistic conception. And behind him, Dawei and other three beasts also began to understand, and this time, Dawei was no longer just resisting resistance as before, and began to experience the artistic conception contained in each layer.

Although the magic power of the dragon clan is unparalleled, its most wonderful thing is not its power, but that any race can sense and absorb what it can use from the same magic power. Therefore, at this time, although Lin Fan and Dawei Blood Weeping Sword Spirit and the three-legged Jinwu experienced the same dragon magic power, what they got was very different.

It takes a long time. Unconsciously, Lin Fan has advanced to the 16th floor. When he arrived here, the profound artistic conception is already extremely complicated. It is often a simple move that requires a lot of attention to understand. Fortunately, Lin Fan's understanding is amazing, and he is also deeply interested in it. Not until the passage of time.

Time is in a hurry, and time is constantly passing in this understanding.