Dragon Prince Yuan

After a night of drinking and indulgence, the next day, Zhou Yuan invested directly in the cultivation of the Xuan Holy Body.

Though he now has seven techniques of Xuan Xuan, it is obvious that only the Xuan Holy Body will enable him to repair them at the fastest speed. As for the other techniques, he obviously does not have enough time for enlightenment and practice at this time.

After all, today's great martial arts are already gathered in the great army, about to attack Week, and I think his father is doing his best to procrastinate at this time, looking forward to his return.

So the weekend at this time, minute by second, he didn't have much time to waste.

Saint Yuan Peak, back mountain.

Zhou Yuan sat naked on the dragon stage, and then he looked at the creaking old figure on the edge of the cliff and said: "Xuan Lao, please. ”

“Are you sure you want to move up to level four?” Old Xuan held a bamboo broom and asked slowly.

This water fire forging dragon stage has a total of eighteen levels, the strength of each stage is doubled. In the past, when Zhouyuan practiced Xiao Xuan Holy Body, it was only the first and second level, it tortured him to death. Today, this kid has to try the fourth level directly.

Zhou Yuan's eyes were firm and he nodded heavily.

The cultivation of the Holy Body of Xuan is even more difficult, even if he has a little Holy Body of Xuan base, it is not as easy as imagined to want to truly make the Holy Body of Xuan.

In the meantime, he also needs to be painstakingly repaired.

Although it is extremely painful to try a level 4 water fire forging dragon stand, he should be able to bear it today.

Xuan Lao Xia, slightly silenced, and the face of the old man was also sobered up. “Then prepare yourselves, don't die on this water fire forging dragon stage, then you will be really dead for a week. ”

Zhou Yuan grinned. “You can't die! ”

Xuan Lao no longer said much, the bamboo broom in his hand gently brushed.

Buzz!

The next moment, the ground shook up here, and the river beneath that cliff, too, surged, and the waves rolled.

And the two stone dragons wrapped around the giant peaks on both sides, the stone scales were also lit up a little at this time, and finally, in the mouth of the dragon, two raging water flame source gas floods erupted.

All over heaven and earth, half hot, half cold.

Boom!

The flood erupted and finally gathered where the circumference was sitting, directly submerging his body.

At this time, Zhouyuan's body trembled violently, his skin began to be torn apart at visible velocity and blood flowed down, but he was dead biting his teeth, his face twisted, and there was an extremely low roar of compression coming out.

Xuan Lao looked at the figure that had died and supported him in the flood, his dry palms held the bamboo broom slightly tight, ready for rescue.

This kid, he can't really die here.

At the same time, there was some exclamation in his heart, because even he was a little unexpected, this little guy in front of him, in just two years, would become the head of the Son of the Xuanzheng Sect.

Most importantly, he became not only the head of the Son, but also the first disciple ever to unite the Seven Techniques by taking Jihad...

“If the master were still here, he would be very proud of the day that the Sect was out..." Xuan mumbled.

Meanwhile, on a mountain peak in the distance.

Sitting on a cliff, her long legs stretched out and her jade legs were white, shining in the sun.

She waved her legs gently, and her eyes, far away, looked at the circumference of a painful low roar in a flood of water.

Gently rubbing swallowed in his arms, his red lips whispered: “This war belongs to him, we cannot interfere. ”

Though watching Zhou Yuan practise so painfully, her heart is also a little uncomfortable, but it is clear that this battle with Wuhuang and Dawu is the fate of Zhou Yuan.

So Cang Xuanzheng did not forcibly participate in it, directly helping Zhou Yuan to solve Wu Wang, which is actually a good thing for Zhou Yuan.

Whether Wuhuang or Wu Wang is an obstacle that must be crossed on the way to Zhou Yuan's training, but must also be crossed by himself, so that he can truly escape the shadow once left by Dawu.

It is only when he is rightly crushing all this that his mind will truly be able to reach, and his eyes will be diverted from Wu Wang and cast in a farther direction.

She was willing to help Zhou Yuan clear some obstacles, but she didn't want to lose the unprecedented sharpness of Zhou Yuan because of her excessive help, so for two years, many times, she preferred to stand behind Zhou Yuan without a scratch and watch him cut thorns, even if he was so, in exchange for scars, but the cultivation path was already difficult, Zhou Yuan wanted to really go further, even at the end of that gas path, then he had to do so.

Especially this time…

I'm sure even Zhou Yuan herself would be reluctant to swallow her in.

Swallow in your arms, take a look at the distant circumference in a flood of water, shake your tail, and make a low sound.

“You said he would win...”

The young man grabbed a strand of blue silk that dropped down his cheek and a shallow smile appeared on his red lips.

“Absolutely. ”

……

The cultivation in the mountains of the rear has not stopped for a day.

The painful roar of Zhou Yuan, every day, from the mornings of that day onwards, is the mountain after the echo, until the night comes.

His resilience, even Xuan's old look is slight, but his heart is hidden some understanding, why he can do what Xuan's disciples have not done for so many years.

However, under the almost torturous water hammer, Zhou Yuan, despite all the pain, did not suffer in vain.

His flesh, one day stronger than one.

The jade skin and silver bones of the Little Xuan Holy Body are also gradually facing the skin of the Xuan Jade, and the star silver bones begin to change.

This transformation lasted about half a month.

This day.

Old Xuan, standing on the edge of the cliff, his eyelids trembled and looked up at the intersection of the flood, only to see the figure sitting there, seemed to stand up slowly at this time.

No gas originated from his body, flesh and blood vibration, flesh and body power diffused out, it was the flood of water and fire, gradually pushed away.

Ho!

The shadow of his body was bare and his back swung.

The twitching sounds were thunderous and swept back, and the two floods of water broke apart.

Boom!

As soon as his feet stamped, his figure burst into flames, falling heavily on the edge of the cliff, the boulder beneath his feet, flashing straight away.

Xuan Lao's gaze seemed to see only the circumference at this time, and was filled with jade light. That jade light, more crystal clear than ever, was a fierce beast-like force, emanating from his body, like a mountain flood.

Xuan Lao sight, the old face with a glimmer of comfort emerged.

“Congratulations, Zhou Yuan, you have truly made the Holy Body. ”

After nearly twenty days of painstaking cultivation, Zhou Yuan finally transformed his little Xuan Holy Body into a Xuan Holy Body!

Zhou Yuan felt the strength of the fluttering flesh in his body, and the light fluctuated between his eyes. He could feel the strength of his flesh at this time. At this moment, he could truly count as the strongest of the disciples of the Xuanzheng dynasty.

Beyond the flesh of Shang Chunqiu.

Huh.

Zhou Yuan's nostrils, with white air spitting out, he gave Xuan an old gift.

“When do we leave?” Xuan asked.

Now that Zhou Yuan is flesh and body, I'm afraid I can't hold it any longer.

“Tomorrow.” Zhou Yuan's eyes are filled with exalted warfare, low road.

Xuan Lao held the bamboo broom and smiled softly: “Come back alive, you are the first disciple to gather the seven techniques together for so many years. Your future is still far away. A small Wu dynasty should not be your end. ”

Zhou Yuan raised his head and looked away at the distant sky. The sun reflected in his eyes, as if the flames of red were burning.

Wu Wang, there are some things that do not belong to you...

So, are you ready?