Chapter 3206

Qingming's cultivation in the town demon tower is OK, but it's not enough to rob the dragon in the town demon tower. At present, in this void, it is only connected with the magic fog swamp in the fairy world. Even the Dragon seeker in the mysterious fairyland is difficult to reach here, and the Dragon flavor is even more difficult to spread. Lu Xiaotian directly released Qingming from the demon tower.

Little white Python came out of the tower with Qingming. Lu Xiaotian got some fairy fruits again, and his consciousness was transmitted to Qingming and Xiaobai Python's mind. Lu Xiaotian took his seat and tried his best to resist the black dragon yuan in his body.

"Yes, sir!" when Qingming learned that Lu Xiaotian had been badly hurt, she couldn't help thinking of the days when she was worried in Yanmo, and then came to a safe place to turn into a dragon. Even if you can't clearly feel the trauma in Lu Xiaotian's body, it can be unpredictable from Lu Xiaotian, and even haunt a breath of death. Qingming knows that Lu Xiaotian's trauma is absolutely extraordinary.

However, at present, Lu Xiaotian doesn't know when he can recover. From the consciousness transmitted by Lu Xiaotian, Qingming also knows that there may be danger here at any time. At present, Qingming doesn't care about sadness. Qingming gets some jam for little white python. But the little white Python seemed to be able to sense the bad situation in Lu Xiaotian's body. He just swam around Lu Xiaotian anxiously, purring in his mouth, and didn't want to eat fruit pulp at all.

At the back, the little white Python seemed tired around Lu Xiaotian, so he swam to Lu Xiaotian, leaned against Lu Xiaotian's legs, looked up at Lu Xiaotian from time to time, and then fell asleep.

Seeing the little white Python's dependence on Lu Xiaotian, Qingming was sad. She vaguely thought that when she was just a little Python a long time ago, her parents suddenly lost news one day. She and her sister had been waiting for her parents to come back. At that time, she was as tired as the little white python, and finally fell asleep against her sister.

But the little white Python was replaced in front of her. While her heart was sour, Qingming could detect a long-term warmth. Even though Lu Xiaotian and even her sister Yanlong didn't mention Lu Xiaotian's real identity, Qingming only thought that Lu Xiaotian might be a kind-hearted human immortal. But now Lu Xiaotian's body is hard hit, and he tries his best to run Longyuan, Xianyuan and the power of space to resist black Longyuan. The terrible fluctuation of Longyuan can not be completely covered up.

Tianting immortal, and those Sanxian who are so dangerous, I'm afraid only the same dragon family can take care of each other like this. In the past, Qingming felt that there was no place in the world, but now she feels that there is still such a narrow and warm space in front of her. Let Qingming feel that there is no complete despair in such a big and cold world. It is still meaningful to stick to it.

Little white Python curled up on Lu Xiaotian's legs and slept soundly. Qingming's face was both anxious and a warm smile, floating to the distance, running the demon yuan in her body and feeling the smell of robbing thunder.

Yanlong told Qingming about the process of turning into a dragon. At the same time, in Yanlong's explanation, there are some experiences after becoming a dragon and watching Lu Xiaotian practice with the body of a green dragon.

At this time, the starting degree of Qingming is higher than that of Yanlong.

With Qingming's continuous operation of demon yuan in the body, the smell of robbing thunder in the body becomes more and more dignified. Lu Xiaotian resisted the black dragon in his body. At the same time, he hesitated. Finally, a trace of ideas came into Qingming's mind. This idea includes a small part of his perception after Jackie Chan, not all. With Qingming's cultivation strength at this time, he is far from being able to bear too much real dragon artistic conception.

Lu Xiaotian's real dragon body was born entirely because of war and experienced countless blood and fire. When this idea was introduced into Qingming's mind, it was like a thunder penetrating into Qingming's mind, making Qingming's mind almost blank. At the same time, it seemed to touch a certain artistic conception that had never been reached before. It seemed that the transformation of dragon did not depend entirely on the secret method inherited from the family. It used to be like looking at a mountain, but now what appears in front of Qingming seems to be a whole mountain area with heavy mountains and obstacles.

When Lu Xiaotian introduced a little idea to Qingming, he found that the little white Python curled up beside his legs had a faint breath of dragon gas. This is because the unstable breath in his body caused a little overflow of dragon gas, which was inhaled by the little white Python?

Lu Xiaotian looked at the little white python with his divine sense and found that the little white Python was not abnormal. He breathed steadily, but slept very heavily. So I was relieved. However, seeing that the little white Python could absorb dragon Qi, Lu Xiaotian also quietly crossed into a real dragon and entered the little white python. Little white Python didn't seem to have any other reaction except to hum comfortably. Lu Xiaotian let him sleep.

Qingming, who touched the meaning of a real dragon, saw a broader and vast world.

Thunder rolled into the void and gathered into thick thunder clouds above Qingming's head. According to Qingming's original prediction, after the thunder cloud with a radius of no less than 10000 miles, it should stop, and the empty thunder cloud seems to have no end at this time. Still gathering madly. In addition to the tens of thousands of miles of airspace, the thickness and richness of upper and lower thunderstorms are also growing at an alarming rate.

Compared with Lu Xiaotian and little white python, Qingming's body, which is already tens of feet long, is already huge. At this time, it seems as small as gravel under the thunder cloud.

In order to prevent Lu Xiaotian and Xiaobai Python from being affected, Qingming winds the python to fly further into the void.

Originally, Qingming had an inexplicable fear of the power of robbing thunder. Robbing thunder is not only the door of the Jin stage, but also can turn the robber into fly ash and lead to the abyss of endless darkness.

At this time, after Qingming came into contact with the artistic conception of real dragon, she was also felt by the amazing war spirit in the artistic conception. Qingming opens her mouth and roars. It is no longer the deep hiss or low roar of snakes and python, but the roaring dragon chant. The Dragon sound has been born before Jackie Chan.

Boom... I don't know how long it took. The thunder clouds in the void no longer roared, and thunder rolled down. The blazing lightning and thunder annihilated everything in the void, and the python scales that had begun to change on Qingming's figure glittered incomparably.

"Moo......" the dragon's voice like ox hum vibrated in the void, and the long body of the green dragon swam in the void. Lightning hit the python scales, and they were all bounced away by the body protecting demon light of Biao Ming.

But more and more lightning fell, that is, no matter how strong the body protection demon light is, it is always limited. After resisting for a while, the body protection demon light on Qingming's body surface becomes thinner and thinner.

In the roar of thunder, pieces of Python scales on Qingming's body surface splashed one after another, or were scorched black by the thunder, and even the blood and flesh inside were blurred.

The thunder cloud in the void is far from seeing the end. The falling thunder pillars are bigger than each other. When the flesh is fast and can't bear it, Qingming spits out a silver LOPA, and there is a python figure in the middle of the LOPA. As ROPA stretched out, he covered the void. Puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff. Two small bags bulged on his forehead. There are also several small bags protruding under the abdomen. The tail produces subtle spikes.

Poof... There was another explosion, and the silver ROPA couldn't bear it. She was about to be destroyed by the thunder and was taken back by Qingming.

Three red and glittering flying swords rose into the air.