Traveling through the heavens as a myth

The keel spear shot out like a dragon, and thousands of golden dragons rose into the sky, trying their best to withstand the four golden worlds.

But the Golden Light World is too heavy, and there are four in one, and the pressure is not only four times as simple as the overlap.

"Puff!"

"Puff!"

"Keng!"

"Keng!"

The ultimate move True Dragon Jitian is indeed powerful, half of which can penetrate the golden world of four overlapping additions, but half is still blocked.

"Boom!"

The world of four golden lights fell heavily, like four rounds of great sun descending on the world, pressing Long Aotian and falling towards the ring.

"boom!"

The ring had already disappeared, and the four-fold golden light world directly pressed Long Aotian and smashed it onto the ground of the demon holy original.

The Demon Sage is different from the temporary arena. It is a place created by the ancient demon sages. After a long period of time, the demon sage's power has been infiltrated. It can be said that without the permission of the demon sage, no one can destroy the demon sage. No dust can lift up.

Ning Yang's move was too powerful, triggering the demon saint's self-preservation instinct, making the ground extremely hard.

Therefore, Long Aotian was firmly pressed on the ground of the demon sacred original, and he literally endured the attacks of the four-fold golden world.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The huge roar resounded through the Demon Sage Yuan, and even spread farther away, and with each roar, the Demon Sage Yuan shook.

"This year's Ten Thousand Demons Ceremony can be described as the strongest in history, and it's very static!"

"Others are hard to say, at least this matchup is the most exciting matchup in history!"

"Ape Clan, this is the ancestral grave, except for a genius like Sun Yang!"

"..."

Although the viewing environment is harsh, it does not affect the enthusiasm of the audience. Cheers, shouts, and discussions are endless.

After a while, the golden light dissipated, and so did the smoke, leaving only a deep pit full of golden blood on the ground.

"Puff...Puff! Puff! Puff!"

A string of bubbles floated and shattered, the golden blood in the deep pit gradually decreased, and Long Aotian gradually revealed his figure.

I saw that the terrifying wound on Long Aotian's body was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and soon disappeared without a trace.

However, after using the "True Dragon Immortal Secret Technique" to treat all his injuries this time, Long Aotian's face turned pale and seemed a little weak.

This is as it should be.

The secret technique of true dragon immortality is indeed a secret technique against the sky. It can recover any injury within a few breaths and keep oneself at the peak.

But the use of such a secret technique is not without cost.

This price is the power of origin.

Whether it is a human race, a monster race, or any other creatures, they all possess the power of origin.

The power of the source is the foundation of life. Once the power of the source is lost, death will come.

The higher the life level, the higher the cultivation base, and the greater and stronger the original power.

But this also has a limit.

Therefore, the Secret Technique of True Dragon Immortality cannot be used unlimitedly.

Once the power of the source is on the verge of exhaustion, it must stop using it, otherwise it will be a struggle.

Long Aotian has performed the secret technique of true dragon immortality several times, and the power of the original source is slightly lacking. If it is used again, it may affect future cultivation and even life span.

Of course Long Aotian understood this, so he was ready to use his own trick at the bottom of the box.

Long Aotian looked solemn, raised his hands high, and looked up at the sky at the same time, then shouted loudly.

"I summon the soul of the ancestor dragon in the name of the dragon proud of heaven!"

As soon as these words came out, the entire demon world suddenly shook, and a huge will seemed to come to life.

In an instant, hurricanes passed across the Demon Realm, tsunamis swept across, landslides and volcanoes erupted, which can be described as frequent natural disasters.

On the Demon Sage Plain, all the monster races under the Demon Soul Realm were forced to kneel to the ground, unable to even lift their heads.

Even the powerful monster race in the Demon Soul Realm bowed their heads to show respect.

Above the white clouds, the demon clan heaven, in the hall of all demons.

All the ministers bowed their heads, their eyes full of awe.

On the throne, the Demon Emperor also nodded slightly.

The so-called ancestor dragon is the ancestor of the dragon family, the first dragon in the world.

In the legend of the demon tribe, it was Zulong who created the demon world.

Therefore, Zulong is also the ancestor of the demon world.

The ancestral dragon has already fallen, the reason is unknown, but there is still the will of the ancestral dragon, scattered between the sky and the earth.

And summoning these remaining ancestral dragon will is one of the last and most powerful methods of the dragon clan.

The will of Ancestral Dragon descended on the Demon Sacred Plain, seeming to examine all the monster races on the Demon Sacred Plain.

When I scanned Ning Yang, I stopped for a while. I don't know whether it was because Ning Yang didn't salute respectfully like other monster races, or he noticed something familiar in Ning Yang.

In the end, Ancestral Dragon's will did not have any special movements, turned into a stream of light, and merged into Long Aotian's body.

"what--"

Long Aotian made a scream from the sky, and saw that the dragon horns on his head were getting longer, the branches were getting more branches, and the shape of the dragon scales on his body was also changing, becoming closer to a diamond shape.

After a few breaths, the change finally stopped.

Long Aotian seemed to have completely changed a person, with an ancient, mysterious, noble, unknowable, and indescribable aura on his body.

Long Aotian looked at Ning Yang, and the vicissitudes of eyes made Ning Yang's hair horrified.