In the hall, there was a misty and foggy spiritual energy surging, but even though the spiritual energy was so strong that the Pang** array that encapsulated the hall was still continuously extracting spiritual energy from unknown places. This caused the spiritual energy at the bottom to liquefy directly after it accumulated to a certain extent.

The spiritual energy that turned into liquid drips and eventually gathered in the center of the hall, in a jade pond engraved with countless complicated and mysterious runes.

This is a pool that is comparable to a lake, and in it, you can vaguely see a giant beast lurking in it, swallowing a large amount of spiritual liquid into your body while exhaling and sucking it.

The spiritual liquid in the jade pool fell at a speed visible to the naked eye, but soon, there was a steady stream of mist-like spiritual energy liquefied and dripping above, replenishing it and maintaining the scale of the spiritual liquid in the jade pool.

But while this giant beast was devouring a large amount of spiritual energy, the power of his own imprint spread out in his body. This power spread into the entire blessed land with his breath, quietly changing the blessed land.

The blessed land that is mainly based on the Yinming attributes, which is very suitable for the survival of ghosts such as ghosts and zombies, has been slowly changed. The originally dim sky gradually becomes brighter, and the planted spirit grasses began to grow wildly because they become more suitable for the environment.

Just when the environment in the blessed land became better, a helpless complaint sounded in the center of the heavily defended hall in the center of the blessed land.

"The dragon blood is not good, it can't resist the passive swallowing of my body!"

The giant beast, who had been immersed in the jade pond for no reason, moved and a majestic head suddenly poked out of the spiritual liquid pond, spitting people's words, and the sound was like thunder, which made the hall rumble.

It seemed to be a giant beast that failed to retreat. It poked its neck out of the jade pond, and its wide and thick dragon wings spread out, and its long and winding body like a snake revealed itself from the pool water.

Song!

The golden dragon, whose head was longer than before, opened its mouth and let out a melodious and thick long roar. Its huge body flew out from the hall courtyard. The moist water spirit aura naturally wrapped around the dragon's body from all directions, making Jinlong's body looming and unable to see the whole picture.

Rumble!

As the giant beast wrapped in clouds and mist rushed into the sky of the blessed land with abundant water spirit energy, thousands of thunder suddenly grew in the water vapor, shining in the dim sky, bringing a moment of light.

"What's this?"

In the ghost market, since Diapolo was in seclusion, he has honestly replaced its existence and stayed in the ghost market in order to prevent some big monsters and even the demon king from causing trouble. Li Xinglin, the sword immortal who appeared on a tower and looked up at the thunder-shining sky.

"That guy actually turned into a dragon?"

Li Xinglin's face was a little unbelievable, but the winding dragon shadows that were flying through the thunder clouds in the sky, which were shining with brilliant spiritual light, actually told him that the auspicious man began to try to transform into the transcendent existence of the True Dragon.

"how so?"

The sword cultivator from the Immortal Dao Sect looked a little unstable. It didn't matter what small things happened, but he couldn't help pretending to be invisible to such a big thing.

"It's obviously born sacred, why did he pursue the power of the real dragon? It's really unreasonable.

And I have already explained the relationship between the human race and the dragon race to him. Why did he dare to turn into a dragon? Does he not know what the consequences of his doing this?"

Sigh ~

Ignoring the two sharp gazes below, and regardless of the big monsters' discussions that had spread to his ears as the wind reached his ears, Diapolo felt the blood of the dragon that was rapidly disappearing in his body, and let out a long roar again.

Suddenly, the water spirit energy that had been accumulated in the sky for a short time began to condense, turning into a pouring rain that could sprinkle on the blessed land where you could see little green.

Boom-

Accompanied by the thunder, the dragon that was turning clouds and rain in the sky lowered its tail, as if it was randomly slashing in the desert of the blessed land. A river channel dozens of meters deep appeared, and the water descending from the sky had a place to go.

Draw ditches into rivers!

In a short time, Diapolo created a not-so-dense water net in the blessed land, which directly brought the originally thin water spirit energy in the blessed land to several levels.

However, the heavy rain gradually stopped as his body gradually returned to its original state. Such changes also made Li Xinglin, a sword immortal who was staring at him below, breathed a sigh of relief.

"What the hell are you doing? Didn't you say that you would study the dragon clan's practice? Why did you start to transform into dragons?"

When the magnificent and burly beast landed from the sky with its wings flapping its wings, Li Xinglin, who had long been unable to bear it, rushed forward to ask. He felt that he had been deceived. This Xiangrui didn't tell him that before he was in seclusion.

"Hey, what are you anxious about? Didn't you see it? Dragon blood is useless to me. I need true dragon blood. Only the body of the real dragon can perfectly exert these magical channels!"

The tone of the giant beast was full of depression. He spent so long studying the practice of dragon transformation and the inheritance of magical powers, and finally came to this conclusion.

Of course, his dedication to the study this time was not fruitless. At least he had a rough understanding of his body. He was not as confused as before, but just instinctively used the power therein.

It is far beyond the vigorous vitality that dragons possess and the terrifying healing ability, which is standard for him and is not uncommon. What makes his body really powerful is that it can adapt according to the situation.

In other words, the two forms he now have are just the beginning. Adapting to the environment is only the primary level, because when the creatures are strong to a certain extent, they do not need to adapt to the environment, but let the environment adapt to themselves.

The real adaptation is to be able to accept and fuse the bloodlines of those powerful creatures, absorb the advantages and disadvantages of them, and then optimize themselves.

However, when Diapolo tried to integrate the dragon blood into himself, he found that the blood was not pure and was digested and absorbed by his body as a nutrient, so he could not hold on.

Of course, during the process of digestion and absorption, Diapolo experienced the ability of the real dragon to call the wind and rain and control the thunder. This is why Diapolo became even more envious.

"Do you still want real dragon blood? OK, in the four seas, you can just pick one direction. As long as you make a fuss in the sea, a dragon king will come up soon, and you can just hurt the dragon king."

Hearing Diapolo's words, the sword immortal Li Xinglin sneered.

"Injure Dragon Lord? If I had this ability, what else would I want for real dragon blood!"

Diapolo was a little depressed. Dragon and real dragon were two completely different species. Just the blood of dragons made him realize the ability to turn the rivers and the seas.

"If you don't hurt Dragon Lord, where do you look for real dragon blood? Do you think you will give it to you if you want someone?"

"Of course it's impossible to give it to me."

After Diapolo found that he had fallen into a dead cycle, he wanted to improve his authority and strength through the true dragon blood, but if he wanted to obtain the true dragon blood, he had to have enough strength.

"So, don't think about these unrealistic things. And although I can't see the root of your bloodline, it's not worse than a real dragon. Why are you obsessed with the bloodline of the dragon clan? Wouldn't you put the cart before the horse?"

If Mr. Fan pursues the bloodline of the true dragon, Li Xinglin can understand it, but the auspicious bloodline in front of him is so strong that there is no need to deliberately, the energy and spirit will naturally surge into his body. Simply put, even if he does not practice, he will become stronger.

"But in the water channel, I am not as good as a real dragon!" Diapolo said the reason.

"This is normal. The dragon clan is the ancestor of water play. Why should we compete with the dragon clan? If it is in other aspects, you will not only not lose to the dragon clan, but you will even win."

"Do you know a wooden barrel? How much water can be filled with a wooden barrel depends on the shortest board."

"I understand what you mean, but you are not wood. Instead of spending time making up for your so-called shortcomings, it is better to study your strengths."

"Okay, okay, I understand the truth. I know it without you saying it. I admit that I can't kill the blood of a real dragon, but I can raise a real dragon!"

"Xi?" Diapolo said this, and a young girl in white clothes and extremely energetic appeared in the mind of Sword Immortal.

"Um!"

"Although it was the reincarnation of your partner, her memory has not yet recovered. Are you so confident that you can cultivate her into a real dragon?"

"Of course there is!" Diabolo was full of confidence. He knew what he should do next.

"Oh, it seems that you already have your own idea, so I won't say much."

Li Xinglin nodded, pondered for a moment, remembering the messaging information given to him by the head of the sect not long ago, and decided to ask.

"By the way, Your Highness, King Mu, do you have any plans to accept disciples?"

"What are you asking about this?" Diapolo frowned. It would be very subtle for this sword immortal to ask this question.

"You just say there is one."

"No." Diapolo was simple and straightforward.

"You don't seem to have children, right?"

"No."

"Does Your Highness have any plans to nurture descendants?"

"Before Xi grew up, there was no."

"Isn't it all?" Li Xinglin stopped talking at this time.

"Okay, don't talk about Your Highness one by one. We have known each other for a while. If you have anything, just say it."

"Well, okay, then I'll just say it, are you not planning to stay in Yunzhou for a long time?"

"Yes, as long as the current Emperor Da Yong officially takes power and becomes the only overlord of the Da Yong Dynasty, I will leave."

"So have you ever thought about how to deal with this ghost market? This place has become a place for trading and gathering for the fairies in Yunzhou. After you leave, have you ever thought about who to hand it over to manage?"

"You Jiange is right next to you. I have decided to make up the next ghost market manager?"

"Originally, the monsters in Yunzhou have recognized you. If Jiange forces it to intervene, this ghost market will only collapse. This is what our Brother Jian doesn't want to see."

"Okay, I understand. Jiange wants to arrange an existence close to the human race and take over the ghost market after I leave."

"almost!"

"Bid it!"
Chapter completed!