There are two fiery red suns hanging in the slightly dim sky. Under the scorching sun, lush trees hundreds of feet high stretched to the distance beyond their reach, covering the sky and the sun was torn into rays of sunlight by lush branches and leaves. There were countless strange monsters fighting tirelessly in the forest, snatching food and spouses on the territory. Within a radius of thousands of miles, where could half a monk be seen?

This is the demon world where few humans set foot on.

The demon world is wider than the human world, but not as rich and prosperous as the human world. The law of the strong prey on the weak has been circulating and prevalent in this land for a long time. Powerful races can obtain a larger territory, more food and more spouses, and bloody conflicts between tribes and races are always on this land.

Although the human race also recognizes the irrefutable truth that "whoever has the biggest fist is the boss", the human race is more of a scheming and conspiracy. If you really want to fight and gain reputation, wealth and beauty, at least half of the people will pee first, their pants will be weak and their heels will be far from the demon race, which is known for being brave and fearless.

There would never have been a two-world race that is related to each other, because many years ago, an accident opened the space crack connecting the two worlds. These two races with completely different cultural heritage and customs have had a bad contact for the first time.

The space cracks connecting the two realms have involved tens of millions of monsters recorded in the demon world into the human world. Similarly, several densely populated cities in the human world have been moved into the demon world.

The demon clan is naturally warlike. After the space crack is closed, they cannot return to their homes. They simply attacked the city and occupied the mountains after entering the human world, which attracted countless sects in Jiuzhou to join forces to eliminate monsters. After experiencing a full sergeant fight, the two races realized that they had no possibility of supporting supplies from the rear. The demon clan finally bowed his head and accepted the defeat, obeyed the arrangements given by the human race, leaving a part of the docile monsters for the human race to drive them, and the remaining monsters returned to the deep mountains and forests.

On the contrary, the human race who was accidentally involved in the demon world is much smarter in dealing with the fierce disputes and contradictions between the two races. After experiencing the initial seemingly endless beast tide attack, the human race resisted wave after wave of attacks from the beast tide in the demon world, and immediately began to send peace talks envoys to find the controller of this area.

The human race, who is born with the aura of knowledge of the times and being a hero, is very clear about its situation. Although there are no less than tens of millions of people and monks in several big cities, it is just a drop in the vast demon world. If you blindly fight with the demon race to the end, the isolated and helpless human city will sooner or later be destroyed in the long river of history.

The one who controlled this area back then was not someone else, but the dragon clan.

But now, it is thousands of years later.

The Transformation Pool is a first-class forbidden area in the Dragon Clan. On weekdays, even those elders in the clan who hold real power are rarely seen.

Two green dragon statues that have been stationed in the transformation pool for a hundred years stand tall. The statue carved with a hundred feet of dragon body is like a real dragon flying in the clouds. The surface of the statue is delicate, and the pieces are like real scales. The eyes of a pair of green dragons are full of indescribable majesty and indifference, scanning any existence who dares to approach the transformation pool.

Under the afterglow of the sun, a slender figure wrapped in a black shirt appeared on the mountain road leading to the transformation pool. From the figure, it should be a man's black shirt figure walking step by step. Two blue dragon statues that can distinguish the true body of the person coming overlooking the man in black. The person reflected in the green dragon's eyes was not the dragon body, but the body of the eagle clan!

According to the laws and regulations of the dragon clan, the man in front of him who dared to touch the transformation pool should have been wiped out immediately, but the two blue dragon statues did not do so, but allowed the man in black who was not from the dragon clan to walk past them.

The statue of the Qinglong, which had never made any mistakes in thousands of years, was silent again.

The man in black came to the transform pool. The water of the viscous pond, which was boiling like magma, was not bottom-out. The unimaginable vast power in the transform pool was as thick as a horse and rolled like a tide. It should not be the first time that the man in black came here quietly watching the violent thunder arc in the transform pool, and then took off his clothes, revealing his body covered with scars under his clothes, which was shocking.

The man with a cold face but looking closely, he looked like Chang Xi stepped on the edge of the transformed pool, his whole body trembled like thunder, and his golden feathers stretched under his arms.

The transforming pool is two hundred feet wide. Every time you take one meter away, the origin of the dragon clan contained in the pool water is very different. Every step the cold man took in the transforming pool was extremely difficult. The irritable lightning arc burned the golden feathers that the cold man protected his body into black. The cold man just gritted his teeth and raised his soles and then dropped his soles, and walked towards the central area in the transforming pool at a very slow speed.

After walking about ten feet away, the cold man knew that this was the limit he could bear at present. He took a deep breath of the pungent air that was burned by the thunder arc in the pool, slowly sat cross-legged, and the spiritual power in his body began to circulate around the world, absorbing the origin of the dragon clan in the pool.

The space above the Transformation Pool suddenly became unstable. An old man wearing a gray robe walked out, ignoring the prohibition of air around the Transformation Pool that would allow the powerful people of the Refining Void Realm to walk obediently. He walked in the idle courtyard above the Transformation Pool. Looking at the cold man who could walk more than ten feet away in the Transformation Pool, the old man had a rare smile on his wrinkled face.

The old man in gray robe sat down cross-legged beside the cold man, and the Thunder Arc seemed to be extremely afraid of the old man and dared not approach him. The old man slapped the cold man's trembling shoulder and said cheerfully: "Okay, you guy, you have been away for half a month and can already walk more than ten feet."

The old man's mouth trembled all over his golden feathers, and the corners of his mouth twitched: "Old man, you almost took apart the origin of the dragon clan that I had finally condensed in the past few months."

The old man in gray robe looked at the golden wings that grew behind the cold man. The golden color became deeper and more restrained, and it was hard to look directly under the sunlight.

The old man with gray robe who could make the dragon clan's transformation pool jump into the thunder arc instinct was already scared, and naturally he was the candle-holding dragon who returned to the demon world from the human world. The only one who could enter the dragon clan's transformation pool with the eagle clan was Aying, who had returned to the demon world with the candle-holding dragon.

At the beginning, he refused to oppose the public and sent Aying, who was still in the Golden Pill Realm, into the transformation pool for practice. Before Aying could scream, her flesh and bones were melted into pieces by the transformation pool. She hung her breath and endured her blood and blood in the transformation pool for several months. Finally, the heavens lived up to the painstaking people. Aying condensed a body that was stronger than before, and finally blocked the mouths of the other people in the dragon clan who were dissatisfied with this.

The old man in gray robe smiled and said, "You are now at the level of transformation of God. You can freely change your form between the human race and the eagle race. You should be one level higher than the young master's cultivation level. If he can meet you at this time, he will definitely be shocked to his chin."

The pool of thunder arcs climbed and wandered along Aying's rock body full of power. The traces of the origin of the dragon clan were extracted and followed the meridians in Aying's body and the spiritual sea in the internal organs and dantian. Aying's breath was almost becoming stronger at a speed visible to the naked eye. It is not difficult to imagine how mysterious this dragon clan's transformation pool was.

Aying spread his hands, and he still couldn't forget the sincere excitement and joy he had when he transformed from an eagle into a human form. He smiled at the center of the Hualongtan in the distance, and said with a burning look: "If you ask the master to come to this Hualong Pool, I dare say that with the master's talent and mind, you can definitely step into the center of the Hualong Pool in a short time. Even if you cannot achieve the realm of refining the virtual world, you can achieve the perfect realm of the God Transformation."

"That boy Chang Xi, it's hard to say. After all, he is still a little different from you. He still has half of the human blood in his bones." Zhang Zhu sneered and sniffed, then looked up at the sky, recalling: "But maybe it is because he has half of the human blood that allows him to rise step by step in the thorns. The human race is really strange. Although he is so weak, sometimes he can burst out the power that even our demon race must be afraid of."

The old and the young sat in the transformation pool that could make countless juniors in the dragon clan terrified and started chatting.

The sermon who returned to the demon world to control the power of the dragon clan was obviously very talkative and asked: "Some time ago, I heard someone below say that several juniors in the clan were causing trouble for you?"

Aying led another wisp of the origin of the dragon clan into his body, lowered his head and sighed: "I am from the Qingying clan in Haidong. I was given three drops of blood on the tip of the tongue to survive. In terms of the origin, the pure bloodline, and the strength, you have no choice but to cultivate me without the candle. I will never be able to enter the dragon clan transformation pool in my life."

A sneer flashed on A Ying's face, "If it were the trouble they caused me half a year ago, I would naturally not be their opponent. They have also entered the realm of Transformation of Gods, and their bloodlines are far more pure than me. But to this day, the origin of the dragon clan in my body is much greater than that of them. The dragon power of the Transformation of Gods can no longer make me surrender. I have experienced many hardships with the young master since I was a child. How could I compare to the neon-headed green who has not grown all the hair?"

The old man holding the candle, who had a finger bouncing a beam of thunder arc, was stunned for a moment, then looked at the straight golden feathers on the wings behind Aying, and nodded seriously, "This is the truth. Compared with you, their hair is indeed not growing in length."

Aying was so amused and laughed.

Aying was filled with mixed feelings. He thought a few years ago that he was still in his mother's womb. If the young master hadn't accidentally entered the nest of the Haidongqing clan, not only would he die in his womb, but he would have died together with his mother. The young master's three drops of essence and blood on the tip of his tongue were almost worth a drop of blood on his heart. If it weren't for the original power contained in those three drops of essence and blood, he would probably have been a handful of inconspicuous dust in the mountains. Now he is supported by the entire dragon clan called the Candle-holding Dragon. After just a few years of practice, he has become one of the gods and has an indissoluble bond with the dragon clan.

A Ying said in a daze: "I hope the young master will be happy and satisfied when he sees me now. Only when I have stronger strength can I be qualified to stay by the young master."

He said calmly: "You are too worried. He is a kid who is different from other human races, and he does not have the factor of fighting among the demon races. He doesn't need you to have any strength. As long as you can live well, it's enough."

The eagle-body man with a cold face turned his head and frowned slightly, "But both of the young master's parents were killed by the demons. When the young master's cultivation level is successful, he will definitely take action against the demons. I should be the sharpest spear in the young master's hand."

The candle-holding dragon, who had personally experienced the catastrophe in the Nine Heavens, narrowed his eyes tightly, and the deep dragon's eyes that were as deep as the night sky had an indescribable light. He murmured softly: "The demons outside the northern region of the human world will only be the beginning of his revenge..."

He glanced at the hideous scars left by the man beside him when he went out to fight several times. "Not to mention the boy far away in the human world, you have recently recovered the Golden Flame Divine Eagle lineage and the Xuan Eagle lineage under the Eagle Clan. The progress is quite fast. The old bones in the clan that I thought were difficult to chew on finally showed signs of letting go. Although I still have any objections to the matter of sending you to the Shenlong Cave to practice, the rebound is no longer as strong as before. In the next year, you can continue to try to subdue the branch of the Eagle Clan that is wandering outside, so as to lay enough groundwork for our Dragon Clan's future plans."

Aying raised his head, his eyes shone brightly, and asked, "Are we finally going to attack the White Tiger Clan and the Xuanwu Clan?"

He held the candle and put his hands in his sleeves, nodded slightly, and sneered: "For so many years, the demon world has no leader, and the White Tiger Clan and the Xuanwu Clan have expanded to no end. Relying on their joint efforts to force our dragon clan to the cliff, and not urinate to see what they are like, it is simply a delusion."

But Aying quietly let out a sigh of relief. He did not have the strength to look down on the world like Mr. Zhu. He was still afraid of the two ancient overlord races in the demon world, such as the White Tiger Clan and the Xuanwu Clan.

Now the demon world is in a three-legged state of tying. The White Tiger Clan and the Xuanwu Clan are wearing pairs of pants. The Phoenix Clan and the Dragon Clan are all far away, and they are not in conflict with each other. Fortunately, the Phoenix Clan did not form a alliance with the White Tiger and Xuanwu Clan, which has caused the Dragon Clan, which is leaking everywhere, to overturn. Even with the Dragon Clan's Dragon Clan as its backer, it is not the opponent of the three families.

Aying calmed down and continued to refine the origin of the dragon clan in the transformation pool, but his body suddenly trembled, and the power of the original that had been refined halfway collapsed in an instant. Aying felt suddenly feeling uncomfortable with chest tightness, as if he was pinched by an invisible pair of big hands.

The candle-holding body also shook for a moment, and his eyes widened in disbelief.

One old and one young look at each other.

The old man's eyes were full of disbelief.

But Ah Ying couldn't hide the horror in no way!

Because they all noticed that the dragon bloodline in their bodies that was closely linked to the human world, they began to burn themselves at this moment. The self-immolation bloodline could gain power that they could not control in a short period of time. It was a means of fighting for life and death. Even if they won and forcibly burn the bloodline, they would have no choice but to die.

At this moment, in the Hongyuan Temple chanting hall, the figure of the robes that led the monks to recite Buddhist scriptures suddenly stopped, trembled slightly and gently put down the Buddhist scriptures in his hand, and held a deep tribute to the gilded Buddha in front of him. The robes that were covered with patches suddenly became red on their shoulders.

"Amitabha."
Chapter completed!