Treasure Delivered to My Doorstep, Mystic Immortal Ant, Die!

No wonder this Ink Flood Dragon could enter the Ancestral Dragon Pool; it seems to have relied on the power of this Dragon Pearl.

With the aura of one Dragon Pearl, coupled with the Ink Flood Dragon's own Dragon Clan bloodline, entering here is not impossible.

It's just that if that's the case, this Dragon Transformation Pool's formation will likely not be able to stop this fellow.

Lin Changqing looked down with a solemn expression. The Dragon Clan's Dragon Pearl in the Ink Flood Dragon's hand is, of course, inferior to the one he holds.

A Quasi-Saint-level Dragon Clan Dragon Pearl, even if not unique in the Primordial World, is definitely a top-tier treasure and not commonly seen.

However, the Dragon Pearl in the Ink Flood Dragon's hand, judging by its aura, is at most from a Grand Unity Golden Immortal-level Dragon Clan, though it is indeed a True Dragon's Dragon Pearl.

At this moment, the Ink Flood Dragon clenched the Dragon Pearl in its claw, and countless dark green energies swirled up, converging on its claw.

The cracks on the Dragon Scale spread rapidly, and it instantly shattered on the spot.

Countless golden energies converged, and the thousand-zhang True Dragon phantom became even more solid, with an aura of the Dragon Clan rapidly surging.

At this moment, the Ink Flood Dragon actually opened its mouth and swallowed the Dragon Pearl in one gulp.

"Roar!!!"

A roar of pain erupted from the Ink Flood Dragon's mouth, shaking the entire Dragon Transformation Pool.

Lin Changqing, at this moment, frowned even more.

This is, forced dragon transformation!

Relying on the Dragon Pearl and the existence of the Dragon Clan bloodline, one can transform into a dragon for a short period, but this transformation cannot compare to a true dragon transformation.

But even so, the Ink Flood Dragon already had a relatively dense bloodline and was a late-stage Golden Immortal. At this moment, its aura directly surged by fifty percent.

On its forehead, beside the black single horn belonging to the Flood Dragon, two pale golden dragon horns slowly grew out again.

The scales all over its body were also quietly plated with a layer of gold.

Even the Flood Dragon's four claws were slowly changing towards the five claws of a True Dragon.

However, as it was not a true dragon transformation, this process was only half complete. The newly grown dragon claws only grew halfway before stopping completely.

The Ink Flood Dragon's eyes blazed with golden flames, boundless killing intent surging, pressing down towards the Dragon Transformation Pool.

With a fifty percent surge in strength, coupled with its late-stage Golden Immortal cultivation, its aura was now far more powerful than before.

The obstruction of the Dragon Transformation Pool's formation also greatly reduced its resistance.

But it was not a True Dragon, and golden light was still blocking the Ink Flood Dragon. However, it was impossible for it to be as completely unable to enter as before.

The Ink Flood Dragon roared, and the True Dragon phantom transformed into a golden light, clinging to the Ink Flood Dragon's horns, charging towards the barrier ahead.

In the Ancestral Dragon Pool, Ao Ying remained unchanged, enduring the infinite pain of bloodline purification.

She had boundless trust in Lin Changqing and believed that at this moment, Lin Changqing would protect her!

Regarding this, Lin Changqing could only force a bitter smile. Your trust is certainly sufficient.

I never thought I would just run away?

Shaking his head, Lin Changqing certainly would not run away himself.

At this moment, Lin Changqing's body was surging with blood.

A surge of hot blood rushed to his heart.

At Kunlun Mountain, he battled an early-stage Golden Immortal, not using his full strength, as he still had to show some respect to the Saint.

When killing the Golden Condor, he used his full strength and was almost tricked.

When killing the Green Vine, he took it by surprise, using lightning-fast methods to directly kill it.

Now, he was about to cross an entire major realm and fight a late-stage Golden Immortal!

Lin Changqing was extremely apprehensive at this moment. The Ink Flood Dragon's strength was far beyond what the previous Green Vine could compare to. He felt a sense of unease in his heart.

But to abandon Ao Ying and leave?

Not to mention whether Lin Changqing's conscience would allow it, but doing so would definitely leave him with a mental demon and damage his Dao heart. Lin Changqing would never do such a thing!

At this moment, the three thousand six hundred Divine Demon phantoms within his body were all mobilized. Endless blood energy emanated from the pores of his body, and streams of blood-colored light surged out, intertwining all over his body.

A blood-colored armor, covering his entire body, enveloped Lin Changqing.

To fight, he would go all out!

And he had to stall for time.

Lin Changqing was not prepared to use the extremely power-consuming Supreme Grade Innate Spiritual Treasure at this moment.

But he couldn't just charge in bare-handed.

"Spear of Divine Demons!"

With a low shout, blood-colored energy rapidly condensed in his hand, forming a blood-colored spear inscribed with divine patterns. The aura of slaughter permeated the surroundings, and it instantly appeared in his hand.

"Divine Demon Wings!"

Behind him, a pair of blood-colored wings instantly unfurled, and rapid, dark light spread all over his body.

Although he wasn't charging in recklessly, apart from the Heart-Piercing Lock, which was a major drain on energy, Lin Changqing had used all his other powers without reservation.

The exhaustion from the previous battle with the Green Vine had fully recovered, and his strength had even improved due to the fight.

At this moment, two divine abilities coalesced into a blood-colored armor, consuming only forty percent of his Divine Demon Power.

With sixty percent remaining, holding back a late-stage Golden Immortal wouldn't be a problem.

It happened in the blink of an eye, the changes occurring in an instant.

Lin Changqing's lips curved upwards, a murderous intent flashing in his eyes.

A late-stage Golden Immortal, I should test your capabilities!

"What lowly scoundrel hides your face and form, come out!!"

Within the golden mist, a streak of blood rose. It naturally didn't escape the Ink Flood Dragon's eyes. With a roar, the Ink Flood Dragon's claws flashed like lightning, tearing through the air and lunging towards Lin Changqing.

As for the Ink Flood Dragon's true form, the power of the Dragon Pearl was limited, so it had to be used where it mattered most.

The Ink Flood Dragon soared upwards, its massive fifteen-hundred-zhang body rippling with dark energy. Golden light surged from its dragon horns.

Along with its previous dragon horns, the triangular tips grew sharper. True Dragon aura surged out, smashing towards the golden barrier!

With such momentum, even breaking through the barrier was expected. After all, the Ancestral Dragon Pool was a treasure trove for the Dragon Clan's descendants, and there was no reason to block True Dragon energy.

However, being able to break through and being allowed to break through were two different matters.

"Since when did a little black snake want to transform into a dragon?"

"This Dragon Transformation Pool is probably not a place you can enter!"

Lin Changqing snorted coldly, immediately entering taunt mode.

What divine ability could compare to a verbal assault? No consumption, no cooldown, and it could even fight across realms.

Lin Changqing, who dared to speak frankly even to Saints, showed no fear of a mere Ink Flood Dragon.

Within the golden mist, Lin Changqing flew out directly. Blood-colored wings behind him stirred the mist, and his spear swept out, shattering the claw attack from the Ink Flood Dragon.

His blood-colored armor, though only a few zhang in size, exuded an aura of looking down on the world and fearing nothing, causing the surrounding mist to tremble.

"Presumptuous!"

Already enraged, his opportunity was about to be snatched away. The Ink Flood Dragon was filled with anger. Now, someone dared to provoke him, courting death!

The Ink Flood Dragon roared and looked up at the mist, only to see Lin Changqing's figure.

"Mystic Immortal?"

"Hahahaha! A mere Mystic Immortal ant dares to act so wildly before this seat!"

"To be able to block my attack, it seems that spear is a decent Spiritual Treasure."

"Kid, you came to your death yourself, don't blame me. Die!"

The Ink Flood Dragon changed direction, golden light flashing above its head. Its dragon horns immediately unleashed boundless sharpness, showering down towards the sky.

In an instant, the confined space vibrated continuously. The sharpness that tore through the heavens rapidly approached, smashing towards Lin Changqing.

If he didn't dodge, he would surely die!

Such an attack, even a mid-stage Golden Immortal wouldn't dare to face head-on!

However, Lin Changqing merely smiled.

"Is that all?"