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Text Chapter 128 The Holy Tomb Summons, Blood Transforms into a Dragon

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    Above the snow-capped frozen wasteland, the wind roared, like the whimpering and roaring of the ghosts sinking into purgatory!  Long Xuan stood in front of this incredibly large lake, closing his eyes slightly and letting his white robe dance in the strong wind.  After a long time, he took a deep breath and said softly: "If nothing else happens, this place should be the cold pool of clear water. Haha, the yellow spring water and the flowers on the other side are really generous!" Lu Xueqi nodded slightly, with no joy or sadness on her beautiful face.  , the frost-like snow-like Tianya sword blade reflects the faint light of the northern ice and snow, like a silent flame - This cold blue water pool, said to be a "pool", is actually a strange lake, vast and boundless, seemingly without a beginning  No end!  The turbid and deep blood-yellow lake water flows quietly in it, the fishy wind blows against your face, and the stagnation of death and hostility seems to be unable to be frozen by the eternal ice in the Taixu Secret Realm!  In the center of the lake, blooming mandala flowers are as bright as blood, swaying gently in the cold wind. They are desolate and beautiful, as if entangled with inexplicable emotions, quietly explaining the vicissitudes of life!  She was suddenly filled with thoughts, as if countless familiar scenes from her past memories were stirring in her mind, twisting and twisting desperately, and an inexplicable death wish swept through her body, as if it was about to drag her spirit and soul into the abyss!  "Xueqi, come to your senses!" The clear voice rang in her ears, as thought-provoking as morning bells and evening drums.  The young man in white frowned slightly, with a hint of worry in his eyes, and gently patted her shoulder with a warm and strong hand!  Lu Xueqi's delicate body trembled, and she took a step back suddenly, panting heavily, as if she had experienced a battle, and then looked at the enchanting mandala flowers with a hint of fear and shock:  With her half-step mastery of Taoism, she actually became addicted while staring at the strange flowers. If Long Xuan hadn't reminded her, she didn't know when she would wake up?  "What is this?" Lu Xueqi's breathing gradually subsided. She calmed down and looked at Long Xuan, with a hint of inquiry and confusion in her eyes.  "The Flower of the Other Side!" Long Xuan's eyes were sharp, like two sharp swords, crushing and suppressing all the mysterious and strange powers lingering on the Flower of the Other Side and attacking his soul: "Legend has it that the Netherworld guides Yin spirits to reincarnate and be reincarnated.  The ominous flower blooms on the bank of the Styx River and the Forgotten River. Only in the eternal evil places and ancient battlefields where hundreds of millions of creatures are buried can such strange and strange flowers exist!" He paused.  Staring deeply at the sea of ??flowers as red as blood, with a strange light in his eyes that was burning like a demonic fire, he whispered: "It seems that Senior Zhou is right, since there are flowers of the other side blooming on this cold pond, then why don't you come here?"  The dragon bone thunder field at the bottom of the cold pool must have some connection with the Holy Thunder Dragon Tomb! " "You mean?" Lu Xueqi looked at him blankly, with an unbelievable look on her face -  Although she has a cold temperament, she also has an inexplicable awe and admiration for the ancient dragon clan that has long since disappeared from the vast land of China and only exists in epic songs!  Long Xuan nodded slightly and was about to say something, but his face suddenly twitched. He felt that at this moment, a violent and raging pain suddenly rose from his limbs and bones, overwhelming and unavoidable.  It was as if a ball of purgatory fire was burning in his body, tearing at his body and soul with endless despair that gnawed at his heart and soul!  He groaned, like a sound squeezed out of his throat, hoarse and sharp, like the growl of a trapped animal.  He was kneeling on the ground, his face was as pale as paper, his right hand was holding the hilt of the bloody dragon-slaying sword, and his left hand was resting on the ground. The black and white demonic light in his eyes was getting brighter, but he didn't know it, and he closed his eyes slightly.  , Wu Zi gritted his teeth, and a stream of sweet blue blood slowly flowed out from the corner of his mouth, dripping quietly!  "Brother Xuan, what's wrong with you?" Lu Xueqi, who was beside her, immediately felt something was wrong with Long Xuan. She couldn't help but turn pale. She exclaimed, flew over and held him up, her tentacles - extremely hot, as if she were hugging him.  There was a silent flame, but she gritted her teeth and allowed the scorching heat to sweep through her body and mind unbridled, but never let go.  "Crash-" As if he felt the power of the same sect, the awakened blood power in Long Xuan's body began to boil, like a rushing river, with endless joy and the wild and ferocious scorn of the world, in the blood vessels  It's gurgling, crazy and unruly!  His left sleeve suddenly shattered and instantly turned into ashes. In Lu Xueqi's surprised eyes, a looming dragon head totem suddenly appeared on his arm, roaring up to the sky. It was ancient and desolate, obscure and mysterious!  Then, a faint whisper sounded in his sea of ????consciousness, like singing or wailing, desolate and vigorous, as if a high priest from a long time ago was chanting an ancient mantra, revealing a condescending and heart-stopping majestic pressure:  "Holy TombSea of ??BloodInheritance""EmperorShilong" The fragmented sentences and runes were like colorful snowflakes falling in the sky, like knives, swords, mountains and seas, turning into thousands and pouring down. He half-knelt on the ground,  There is nothing else in his eyes, only the waveless water surface of the ancient well. No, to be precise, at the bottom of the cold pool, there is the Holy Dragon Tomb that only exists in epics and murals. There is a raging sea like  , The ancient power as majestic as a mountain is awakening from its long sleep, faintly resonating with his bloodline, calling for his arrival! What worries him even more is that the changes caused by the reverse flow of blood this time have also caused changes in his body at the same time!  The evil spirit backfired, and the heart sword hanging in the Dantian trembled. The "Eight Evil Thunder Gang Formation" engraved on it had been illuminated. The four hexagrams of Qian, Kun, Kan, and Li were shining with glory and blood.  , traces of ferocious aura mixed with the wild will to kill rushed up, impacting the sea of ????his soul and consciousness, making him completely sink into the path of killing demons. Long Xuan gritted his teeth and struggled to hold on to the soul of his soul!  He gathered all his strength back into the sea of ??consciousness, struggling to resist the invasion of the violent and ferocious evil, but the bloodthirsty murderous intention in his heart was still growing wildly. The black and white halo in his eyes was gradually covered by a layer of rich blood, like two groups of blooming balls.  The blazing demonic fire was bright and ferocious! He was in a trance for a moment, as if he saw a mountain of corpses and a sea of ??bones, and a river of blood. There seemed to be an incomparable desire rising in his heart, longing for the sweet and mellow blood, longing for the unscrupulous killing  ¡­    "snort!  " He snorted coldly and came back to his senses in an instant, but he kept smiling bitterly in his heart. It seems that he was really playing with fire this time. If he had known that the power of the "Eight Ominous Thunder Gang Formation" was so terrifying and terrifying, he would have been prepared without complete preparations.  There is no way it will be engraved on the body of the Heart Sword of Xingmingxiu, but it is too late to say anything now. The most important thing is to survive this wave of evil backlash. This is already the third time since the formation diagram was completed!  This time, the ferocious energy came back to bite his soul, but it was undoubtedly more crazy and violent than the previous two times. As he was thinking about it, his mind suddenly cleared, and a stream of pure Tai Chi essence poured into his Yintang acupoint, and a mysterious and far-reaching message came into his mind!  As if being stimulated, it rose up in his blood and was imprinted in the depths of his soul! Even the blood-colored halo that was as violent as a huge wave suddenly stopped, as if it had lost some kind of power support.  It dimmed little by little, revealing his eyes. For just a moment, for a breath, his eyes met Lu Xueqi's at this moment - she stared at him, her expression blank and persistent, her peerless face as cold as snow.  Pale and bloodless, with an unconcealable look of exhaustion, even her lips became almost transparent. Her eyes reflected the light of Tianya, like two blazing blue flames, as if they were brewing.  Some kind of unknown emotion! She gritted her teeth, ignoring her increasingly pale and haggard face. She held the orchid finger formula with her left hand, and pointed the two fingers of her right hand at the center of Long Xuan's eyebrows. Her pure Tai Chi essence was like a flower.  The torrent poured into Long Xuan's body like a gate, faintly echoing the Tai Chi Yuangang in his Dantian, working together to suppress the backlash of the bloody evil energy. "Xue Qi don't mind me, keep doing this"  You will hurt your own Taoist source I have my own way" The brilliant black and white halo flickered in Long Xuan's eyes like a spreading Tai Chi diagram. He was deeply moved.  He gasped, stared at Lu Xueqi, and growled. The message rising from his blood made him clearly understand his situation, and naturally he no longer felt fear or confusion. "Iwill not leave you behind!"  !  "Lu Xueqi's words were extremely difficult, with a hint of pain. The left hand holding the magic formula was also trembling, with a lifeless look on her face, as if she was desperately trying to gather the last strength in her body, and then use them to  Transported into Long Xuan¡¯s body without reservation: ¡°Let¡¯s go!  "Long Xuan roared, the violent power in his blood became stronger and stronger, and the piercing cold murderous intent came out of his body, turning into an invisible air wave and directly knocking Lu Xueqi away. She was like a kite with a broken string.  Generally speaking, falling behind Long Xuan, his vision went dark and he fell into a coma! Long Xuan took a deep breath and stood up suddenly. The sword field was automatically activated, and the bright purple thunder brilliance on the surface of the field became more and more brilliant. At the same time, in the deepest part of the field,  , the deep and solemn black and white light began to overflow, like a pair of lovers who have been obsessed with each other for thousands of years, lingering around him, silently blending into his realm! The next moment, solemn purple, deep black,  The mysterious white color dimmed together, and together with his sword domain, it converged and returned to his body - his shirt was crushed by an inexplicable force, the joints of his exposed upper body swelled, and there were purple sword-shaped scales.  The pieces took shape, stretched and closed regularly, and finally tightened completely, making a sharp sound of metal friction. He took a breath and raised his head suddenly, his eyes wet.With a fierce and ferocious blood-colored halo, two sharp bone spurs broke through his shoulder bones and extended upward, like two divine swords piercing the sky!  At this moment, he seemed to have become the embodiment of killing. The ferocious and ferocious aura could no longer affect him at all, but instead became his nourishment. It flowed out overwhelmingly from the "Eight Ominous Thunder Gang Formation", completely filling him.  Into his blood - the blue blood is darker and deeper, every drop of blood is filled with new vitality, rushing and vibrating in his blood vessels, like a sea tide, like a death-like overwhelming pressure on him.  The center soars into the sky and radiates to the surroundings, as if the whole world is contained in the palm of the hand - the world is caged, breathing yin and yang, stretching the world, and dominating the world!  After completing the "transformation into a dragon" guided by his bloodline, the inexplicable call in his mind became clearer and more urgent. A strong will to surrender to Rumu acted on his soul along an invisible causal line!  He stared deeply at the ripples rising in the cold blue water, and fell into deep thought!
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