Chapter 451 The number of days, ninety-nine to one
The body of the real dragon can swim unimpeded in any water, including the extreme water in the world.
It was because Bai Long knew this that he lured An Bochen here. If An Bochen didn't come, he would do it. Once he came, no matter how powerful he was in the thunder liquid, he was not the opponent of the real dragon.
But I didn't expect that An Bochen could see through this so quickly and change into a real dragon.
"Wu's little dragon, why don't you surrender quickly? If you sacrifice a mortal, I may still spare your life."
The sound of An Bochen's ridiculing came, and Bai Long was furious and sprayed flames to attack An Bochen.
"Well, I'll see how long you can change."
The words of the white dragon are not aimless. The real dragon is also a demon, but it is the one with the highest rank among the ancient giant demons. In ancient times, it defected to the heavenly court early and had noble blood. The fairy casts spells and transforms into a real dragon. Even if it succeeds, it can't last for a long time like other creatures. What's more, it is full of thunder and liquid essence. Although it is not resistant to the transformation into a real dragon, it consumes more vitality than on the flat ground.
While talking, the two dragons fought together again.
The situation is diametrically contrary to the previous one. An Bochen's changed Qinglong has the upper hand. Bai Long has been defeated repeatedly. He has been beaten black and blue, but he is not discouraged. He avoids the fatal blow of An Bochen at every critical time.
For the control of the real dragon form, An Bochen is far from comparable to the white dragon. His advantages are all in cultivation.
Gradually, An Bochen felt a little difficult, and his face flashed through the shadow from time to time, switching between the human face and the dragon face.
"It turns out that this Qinglong was changed by General An!"
Li Xian, who fell dizzy, happened to see it. He couldn't help opening his mouth and muttered, "It's better for him to become a dragon."
Bai Long couldn't stand Li Xian's wordy for a long time. He was even more angry when he heard this and swallowed suddenly. Li Xian was swallowed into his stomach before he could protest.
Raising his head, Bai Long sneered at An Bochen, who was busy maintaining the dragon shape: "You know, the noble blood of my real dragon family is not something you can change if you want."
Without saying a word, An Bochen flew to the white dragon, but he wanted to take advantage of the fact that he could maintain the real dragon form and make a quick decision.
But he not only wants to maintain the dragon shape, but also has to fight with the white dragon. He has two purposes and consumes a lot of vitality. Not only can he fight for a long time, but he is also gradually defeated by the white dragon.
It can't go on like this.
An Bochen said in his heart.
However, how can we maintain the real dragon form?
A vast empty Zhou Tian floated through my mind, and the stars moved, and the six qi were vertical and horizontal, but it seemed to be a big circle, from the cathode to the anode, constantly changing.
Since I can degenerate the flaws in the situation to be round and flawless, it can't be applied to the art of change. Sunday will not be full in the end. Nine or nine flows, and one changes.
After the trend of Zhou Tian, An Bochen once again integrated the art of change into Zhou Tian. With the two corresponding proofs, An Bochen has a new understanding.
Sunday seems to be round and flawless, but if it is really perfect, it can't have so many changes. On Sunday, there should be ninety-nine scales, maintaining its roundness, and a number of eternal changes, such as antelope hanging horns, unpredictable. If there is no such variable, the Sunday should be perfect. If there is this variable, the Sunday is also perfect, but the two kinds of perfection are completely different.
One is a dead perfection, and the other is a continuous change full of vitality, which is exactly the way of the week, from one pole to the other, over and over again.
An Bochen was slightly excited. Before today, Zhou Tian's way only exposed the tip of the iceberg in front of him, and he could only peep at the leopard. Now he has gently lifted the veil of Zhou Tianxuan's ao, revealing all kinds of wonderful scenery, which makes him feast his eyes.
The number of days is nine to one.
Applied to the art of change, Zhou Tian's vitality is divided into 100 parts, and ninety-nine parts are constant, and only one of them is used to change, which can not only save vitality to the greatest extent, but also maintain the changed form.
The white dragon became more and more energetic in the battle, but when he looked at the opposite Qinglong again, his heart thumped and a look of disbelief appeared on his face.
A simple and deep real dragon breath floated, and the green dragon's mouth sprayed flames. Every time the dragon breath was like a fake replacement, which made the white dragon stunned.
"How could this be..."
Before he came to his senses, the green dragon spewed out a flame, swept away the dragon's tail that could destroy the mountains and rivers, and hit the white dragon heavily.
The white dragon whispered in pain and flew backwards.
Is this guy a real dragon?
Holding up, Bai Long looked at the flying Qinglong in surprise. At this moment, he did not have any fighting spirit and flew up without hesitation.
"Get me out!"
There was a buzzing low sound from the dragon's belly, and the white dragon was even more angry: "The annoying child forgot to chew him up and swallow it."
Seeing that the white dragon fled without fighting, An Bochen also flew up.
The two dragons flew out of the thunder liquid spring one by one, and then flew out of the abyss and turned into two virtual shadows under the night sky. You chased me and fled.
"Why are you still chasing me? I won't fight anymore!"
As the white dragon fled, he sent a voice to An Bochen.
"Put down those mortals." An Bochen said.
"Okay, okay, I'll let them go."
A cold light flashed in the white dragon's eyes and threw the clouds in his claws to An Bochen.
An Bochen returned to his human form in the semi-emptiness and carefully caught the clouds. Seeing that the people as small as ants inside were safe and sound, he summoned the yellow scarf wrestler, ordered him to send the mortals back, and then continued to chase the white dragon.
Bai Long was relieved, but found that An Bochen caught up with him again. His eyes flashed with hatred and scolded, "You scoundrel, I have returned all the mortals to you. Why are you chasing me?"
"I want the man in your belly." An Bochen said.
"That's right, let me out!"
Li Xian, trapped in the dragon's belly, could also hear An Bochen's loud voice and hurriedly shouted.
" Shut up!"
Bai Long was extremely annoyed and began to regret that he should not be greedy for those mortals. Not only did he not enjoy the blessing, but also provoked two evil stars.
"I have swallowed him. How can I let him out? Do you want me to open my intestines and break my stomach? Bai Long said anly.
"You are a real dragon, not a mortal, and you won't die if your stomach is broken." An Bochen said with a smile.
"You... What a scoundrel!"
Bai Long gritted his teeth and did not dare to be angry. Once he shocked the blessed sect, the consequences were by no means what he could bear now.
That's all. My father is not at home, so he can only go there to ask his second uncle to solve this evil star. So annoying, so annoying!
Bai Long had no choice but to turn in mid-air and flew in the other direction.
An Bochen also didn't want to provoke the blessed sect, and he didn't take action.
The white dragon flew in the sky, and the clouds and fog gathered under his dragon claws, contributing to the flames, and the speed was extremely fast. An Bochen is not slow. From time to time, he can also follow the white dragon.
A dragon flew alone in the deep and dark night sky. Half an hour later, a vast ocean appeared in front of them. An Bochen looked at the sea and only felt a little impressed. In a blink of an eye, he remembered that this was the sea that was once the border between the blessed land of the cave and the five towns. A long time ago, this was stationed in the heroes. I don't know which one is occupying the battlefield.
The white dragon plunged into the ocean, and An Bochen followed closely.
If you dive deeper, you can do it.
An Bochen said in his heart, but when he saw where the white dragon was fleeing, he couldn't help but be stunned.
In the middle of the trench, there is a spring with rolling bubbles, and the light is dim inside.
Just in the distraction of An Bochen, the white dragon has penetrated into the spring.
"Does he want to lead me to Penglai?"
Standing by the spring, An Bochen said to himself, recalling that year when he and Lv Fengqi and Wuhua flowed to Penglai through the empty corridor.
Several thoughts flashed in his heart. An Bochen no longer hesitated and flashed into the spring.
It is still a long and endless empty corridor, just like that in those years. The white dragon is far away from An Bochen, and what can be seen with the naked eye is just a black spot the size of sesame. An Bochen rushed through the empty corridor while thinking about the countermeasures after reaching Penglai.
He has guessed the intention of the white dragon. Since it is a real dragon family, the white dragon must be related to the dragon nine sons. Although Penglai is a fairyland, there are several fighting dragons on Longshan.
Time passed quietly. When An Bochen crossed the void and floated from the sea on the other side, he suddenly felt a little confused.
There are no undulating sea mountains. At a glance, you can't see Penglai Fairy Mountain, but there are many islands and stars, like ink spots, sprinkled with blue seas.
On the island in front of An Bochen, the mulberry trees turned into a forest. An Bochen rubbed his eyes and felt ridiculous.
On a mulberry tree, there are many naked beautiful women sitting, spitting silk and cocooning there.