"The door is open, come in quickly! I can't hold this seat for long!"
Di Tian held the crack with both hands, and there were faint blue veins popping out on the corner of his forehead.
Even if he is as strong as the Beast God, it is quite difficult to face the barrier rules left by Dragon God.
"Thank you, senior!"
Wukong and Zi JI did not hesitate, their bodies were like electricity, and they plunged into the white light one after another.
As the two figures were engulfed by the light, the barrier made a muffled sound, the white light converged, and the entire canyon returned to emptiness and deathly silence.
Di Tian retracted the dragon claw, exhaled a long breath, looked at the empty stone beach, and murmured, "Little Monkey, the Lord's injury and the fate of the orcs all depend on what happened to you."
The moment he passed through the light curtain, the world turned upside down.
There was no dizzying feeling of weightlessness, only a sense of chilling and desolation.
Wukong Put his feet on the ground and looked down. Under his feet was a piece of hard, black, scorched earth with no grass growing on it, as if it had been scorched by some kind of Destruction Lie Yan for thousands of years.
Looking up, the sky is a turbid gray-yellow.
Countless huge clouds of different shapes rolled slowly in the low altitude.
Those are not ordinary clouds, but Dragon Clouds, which is completely condensed from the extremely pure dragon energy and dragon soul death energy!
Between the friction of the clouds, there was a faint shadow of a huge dragon head rolling and roaring in the sea of clouds.
The air was horribly thick. Every time I took a breath, it felt like swallowing a ball of pure liquor in my throat, and the domineering breath penetrated crazily into my meridians.
"Is this Dragon Clan Graveyard? It's really scary..."
Zi JI followed Wukong, her delicate body trembling uncontrollably.
The Hell Demon Dragon Bloodline in her body was suppressed to death in this world.
But at the same time, it is purifying itself at an alarming rate.
Wukong turned to look at Zi JI and said with concern, "Sister Zi JI, can you still hold on?"
Zi JI straightened her black hair that was blown by the strong wind, nodded and said, "It doesn't matter. Although the dragon energy here is overbearing, it is a rare opportunity for me. It's just that the pressure is too heavy, I have to suppress the restlessness in my body first."
"That's good."
Wukong Look around.
Looking far into the distance, what you see at the end of your sight is not mountains, but white skeletons stretching across the land!
Some dragon ribs are like soaring swords, piercing the sky; some huge dragon heads are half-buried in the scorched earth, with only one eye socket exposed, which is several times larger than an ordinary house.
Buried here is the entire ancient Dragon Clan army that fell in Dragon God War!
Phew--!
While he was looking at it, a dull whistling sound suddenly came from above his head.
A mass of gray-white Dragon Clouds with a radius of a thousand feet was disturbed by the two people's breath, and slowly pressed down, hovering above their heads.
The clouds and mist surged, condensing into a ferocious Mountain Dragon giant claw, with the force of shattering the sky and the earth, it went straight to Wukong's head to grab it!
This is the instinctive rejection of the ownerless dragon soul!
Zi JI's expression changed, and he was about to resist, but Wukong stopped him and said, "Sister Zi JI, please step back first. Since I have decided to cultivate here, sooner or later, I have to solve this kind of trouble alone."
As he spoke, his mind was spinning.
With a soft buzzing sound, Ice-Fire Twin Dragon Staff appeared out of thin air and fell into his palm.
At both ends of the stick, the carved two-headed dragon totems seem to have awakened from an ancient slumber. The Origin aura of Icefire Dragon Kings is like a lighthouse in the darkness, spreading instantly!
The originally writhing and roaring Qianzhang Dragon Clouds instantly solidified.
The huge remnant consciousness of the ownerless dragon soul shook violently, and the originally violent and ferocious hostility retreated completely in an instant.
What remains in place is the awe and surrender originating from the deepest bloodline.
Hula--
The violent dragon claws suddenly dispersed and turned into circles of gentle breeze.
The huge dragon soul shadow slowly lowered its height, and even meekly lowered its head towards Wukong.
Wukong smiled and said, "It seems that Icefire Dragon Kings's Origin aura is more effective than I thought."
Seeing that the crisis was over, Zi JI also breathed a sigh of relief.
She restrained her body-protecting energy and raised her head to look higher and farther into the sky.
Deep in the gray-yellow sky, there are thick clouds emitting colorful halos suspended, like giant solidified colored cotton, quiet and sacred.
Zi JI's eyes were blazing and he couldn't hide his excitement. "Wukong, look! That's the rumored Dragon Clouds!"
Wukong followed her line of sight.
Zi JI popular science said, "Those Dragon Clouds are condensed from the purest vitality and energy of the Dragon Clan, without any impurities, and without the slightest violent resentment. As long as any living being can refine it, the speed of cultivation will not be comparable to that of ordinary hard work. This thing is much more tonic than Tian Meng."
"It's really good stuff."
Wukong's eyes moved slightly, and the golden light flashed.
His current Soul Power Level is at the threshold of level seventy, and he needs vast accumulation of pure energy to condense Seventh Soul Ring.
He has never been in a hurry to break through before, just because his physical strength has not reached the extreme level he imagined, and he does not want to lower his standards in pursuit of Soul Power progress.
Now that there are Dragon Clouds in the sky, the foundation of Soul Ring that will be condensed in the future is finally settled.
He withdrew his gaze and carefully looked at the desolate land beneath his feet.
Looking around, you can see the broken dragon horns, the broken spine, the huge and mostly weathered dragon head... The remains of the Dragon Clan in the corpse wilderness are scattered all over the mountains and plains, whimpering miserably in the dead wind.
Wukong suddenly remembered the plot of Tang Wulin "The Burial of the Dragon in a Thousand Days".
In the original work, Tang Wulin finally gained recognition and gifts from the entire Dragon Tomb by burying his bones in Dragon Valley for a thousand days.
Although he is not a compassionate saint, he has learned from others, so why not follow his example?
On a smaller scale, you can collect the corpses of the Dragon Clan all over the mountains and bury them in the ground, and obtain the gifts of these remaining dragon souls.
But if you think about it more broadly, you might be able to activate the inheritance mechanism of the Dragon God trial and add strength to the exploration of the core inheritance.
Don't care about your deeds, just do it and you'll be done.
Besides, I originally planned to practice in Dragon Valley, so why not regard moving mountains, filling ravines, and burying dead bones as a form of practice?
Having made up his mind, Wukong turned his head, looked at Zi JI beside him, and said with a sincere expression, "Sister Zi JI, these Dragon Clan seniors died in battle in a foreign land, and their bones have been scattered here for tens of millions of years, suffering from wind and frost. After all, it is not a good thing. The souls have no return, the bones have no support, it is difficult to rest in peace."
He paused and pointed to the boundless wasteland ahead. "We all have to practice here. How about we lend a hand and bury the bones of these seniors properly?"
Zi JI was slightly startled when he heard this, and his heart was filled with waves.
She is a pure blood descendant of the Dragon Clan. She has just set foot here. Apart from being overwhelmed by the coercion and lamenting the impermanence of nature, she has never had the idea of burying the bones of these ancestors in the earth.
On the contrary, this foreigner Stone Monkey, who has no trace of the Dragon Clan blood, can actually have such respect and compassion for his fallen ancestors.
Zi JI pursed her red lips and nodded heavily. "Okay, I'll listen to you."
He claims to bury the dragon in a thousand days, but Wukong is by no means a pedantic person who doesn't know how to adapt.
He was pressed for time, so naturally he would not seriously dig out the land slowly for three years with pickaxe and shovel.
Therefore, Wukong plans to use his clone to cheat!