Chapter 417: Battle of the Sages

The sea of ​​thunder gave birth to dragons. Although they were not flesh and blood, they seemed to have their own intelligence. Thousands of dragons roared and screamed.

Wang Xuan was bathed in lightning, and the divine infant escaped into the lowest part of the spine. He called upon the purple essence of blood, the power of creation, and the essence of his soul to begin stimulating and tempering it.

Thirty-three layers of heaven and thirty-three spinal bones form the Tower of Babel. When the divine infant reaches the top of the Tower of Babel, merges with the primordial spirit, and seizes the true spirit fusion from the origin, it will reach the realm of true immortality.

Wang Xuan narrowed his eyes and looked at the sea of ​​thunder. Such a loud noise woke up most of the immortals in Xianwu Mountain. After all, the noise was too shocking.

But what was even more shocking and surprising was that the dragons in the sea of ​​thunder did not rush towards Wang Xuan, but instead fought each other. Pieces of dragon scales and pieces of dragon flesh turned into balls of light and merged into the sea of ​​thunder. Dragons were constantly being swallowed up in the melee.

More than an hour later, the group of dragons tumbling in the sea of ​​thunder disappeared, leaving only a thousand-foot-long real dragon with two horns, four legs and five claws, breathing out lightning.

The dragon scales of this real dragon could be seen with minute lines on them, and it looked like it was made of flesh and blood. Its amber eyes stared coldly at Wang Xuan.

"Has four hundred years passed? Xianwu Mountain has become increasingly powerful, and even the third generation of Wuxian disciples have reached the same level as we did back then.

When this great sage achieved the bloodline of a true dragon, he left a mark between heaven and earth when he passed the tribulation. I never expected that when the younger generation passed the tribulation, this great sage's mark would reappear.

After advancing to the Jade Platform Realm, you have such an aura. You are a good young man, qualified to fight with this young Saint!"

The real dragon was majestic and powerful. Its roar attracted clouds within a thousand miles, and its figure was hazy among the clouds and mist.

He Fang stood on the top of the mountain and watched this scene, reminding Wang Xuan: "This is the mark of the Great Sage of the Dragon Clan when he achieved the True Dragon Bloodline. After the Great Sage achieved immortality, it not only affected his descendants, but also re-refined his past foundation.

This mark lasts forever. When it is recreated, it can perfectly demonstrate the fighting power of the Dragon Clan Great Sage in the past. Although he has just entered the Jade Platform Realm like you, his fighting power is comparable to that of an immortal who has just rebuilt. You must go all out to deal with him."

With such a mark, the combat power is no longer as simple as a young true dragon entering the Jade Platform Realm. It is far stronger than the young Dragon Sage four hundred years ago.

The world's richest man was just an outstanding young man in middle school, but decades later, the glory of the richest man was overshadowed. Many years later, the young man in everyone's memory seemed to be many times better than the person he was back then.

Wang Xuan looked at the real dragon with curiosity and vigilance. He didn't expect that the mark from hundreds of years ago still had its own consciousness.

After the real dragon flew out of the sea of ​​thunder, the sea of ​​thunder was still churning. No one knew what was brewing. The lightning was filled with rippling clouds, and the momentum was extremely terrifying.

"Youngster, if you can survive an hour in my hands without dying, you will be considered to have passed my test!"

After the real dragon finished speaking, it rushed towards him at high speed, with its dragon head opening its bloody mouth and its dragon claws like divine swords from outer space, rushing towards him to kill him.

There were continuous clanging sounds. Wang Xuan faced it with his bare hands. His body was shaken back and blood was dripping from his knuckles.

The dragon clan great saint was so strong that even if it was the mark of his youth, Wang Xuan was injured. It was normal for a real dragon to be strong. You have to know that a real dragon is born with supernatural powers, and the total amount of life essence is thousands of times that of an ordinary person.

"Youngster, you are so arrogant to use your flesh and blood to deal with my strongest and sharpest fang dragon claws!"

After saying that, the thousand-foot dragon body rushed over again. Wang Xuan drew out the black sword, activated the Divine Elephant Golden Bell, and used the power of nature to bless his whole body. In an instant, he swung out three styles of "human sword".

With a loud roar, the huge body of the dragon was shaken and flew backwards. Three deep marks hundreds of feet long appeared on the dragon scales on its side, and wisps of purple lightning overflowed from them.

A man and a dragon confronted each other, and in an instant they collided with each other. The roar was like a never-ending thunder pool in the sky.

An hour later, Wang Xuan had no idea how many times he had practiced the Creation Codex, absorbing and exhaling vast amounts of heaven and earth essence to recover from the consumption caused by the intense explosion.

The wounds all over his body had healed, and his clothes were all dyed red, but Wang Xuan didn't care at all. He even actively discharged the blood from the injury as waste blood, and nurtured more purple blood in his body to undergo a deep transformation.

The tumbling real dragon's body had already shrunk to a hundred feet. Its powerful dragon tail, dragon claws, and dragon teeth had caused serious injuries to Wang Xuan. The pair of dragon horns even attracted thunder forged by the evil spirit of the immortal source, which almost broke Wang Xuan's body.

If it weren't for Wang Xuan's magical way of creation, which expelled the evil spirit that was like a maggot attached to his bones, he would probably have been reincarnated and reborn at this moment. But in the end, Wang Xuan survived, and even won and lost in the battle with this real dragon, without a one-sided situation.

Wang Xuan, relying on his endless magical power, was not afraid of consumption at all, and his injuries could heal quickly.

Up to now, the total amount of magic power left by the Dragon Great Sage from his youth is less than one hundredth, and the dust has settled.

"You are not bad, my junior, but I have another magical power called Nine Dragons Playing with Pearls. I hope you can take it!"

After saying that, the real dragon transformed into nine identical real dragons in the churning sea of ​​clouds. They quickly surrounded Wang Xuan, with lightning flashing all over their bodies, and rushed towards him together.

It seemed that at this moment, Wang Xuan was the dragon ball that nine dragons were fighting over. All the power of the nine real dragons was gathered in the dragon head. If it took a bite, it would probably cut Wang Xuan into nine pieces.

In an instant, the nine dragons gathered together. Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, they saw the collision of the nine dragons like a stellar explosion. Endless light and billions of streams of fire shot in all directions.

The Xianwu Mountain formation had already been triggered, part of its power had been activated, and the aftermath of the battle had all been eliminated by the formation, otherwise it would have been an unimaginable disaster.

Amid the explosion that was powerful enough to reduce a True Immortal to ashes, a sound of footsteps was heard and Wang Xuan staggered out of it, with one of his arms broken into two pieces, with only a thin layer of skin still connected.

"This magical power is clearly used to kill both parties. How could this Dragon Clan Great Sage be so sinister when he was young?"

Wang Xuan reconnected his broken arm, cursed, and looked up at the sea of ​​thunder. A thunder creature that was three times more powerful than the Great Sage's Mark of the Dragon Clan was about to be born.

In order to recover from his injuries as quickly as possible, Wang Xuan finally used the Nine Breaths to Subdue the Qi magical power, and quickly raised his condition to the peak.

Although the Nine Breaths Subduing Qi ability can revive a person to full health, the number of times it can be used in a short period of time is limited and it cannot be used indefinitely.

Feeling the breath in the sea of ​​thunder, Wang Xuan also frowned. Even the mark of the Dragon Great Sage's youth was so difficult to deal with, so this thunder creature might be even more difficult to deal with.

The aura of the creatures in the sea of ​​thunder made all the immortals in Xianwu Mountain feel like they were facing a formidable enemy, and that unparalleled edge seemed to be right at their necks.

The fear of heads falling at any time made their scalps tingle and they broke out in cold sweats, the first thing they had done in years.

Even a true immortal like Wu Zhutian felt a sense of being locked in like a leech attached to their bones, and it seemed that a devastating blow would fall when they were anxious.

This kind of shocking and terrifying scene is the most exhausting. In a short while, all the tense nerves here will break, and most of the energy will be consumed before the battle.

Wang Xuan also felt like he was facing a formidable enemy. As he was an accomplished swordsman, he naturally knew how terrifying such sword intent and murderous intent were.

When it comes to killing, the Great Sage Mark of the Dragon Clan who had fought before was far inferior to this guy!

Stupid!
There was a sound of a dragon roaring and a tiger howling as the sword was unsheathed, and a sword light cut through the sky, shattering the space, and landed on Wang Xuan's head in an instant.

A figure walked out from the sea of ​​thunder. Judging from his beauty, he could be as beautiful as the Queen Mother of the West, and judging from his heroic temperament, he could be a god. He was lonely and unruly, and free and easy.

The three-foot green sword in his hand flew out. His sword seemed to have an unparalleled sharpness that could break all kinds of magic and kill all enemies. Now it had fallen on Wang Xuan's forehead.

Everyone was stunned, not only because of the astonishing sword, but also because of the person who wielded the sword.

They never imagined that the person who walked out of the sea of ​​thunder would be the Lord of Tianjian Mountain, Zhenyao Zhenjun, the peerless swordsman at the pinnacle of swordsmanship!

　I went to watch the game, so I didn't write much...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)