Chapter 169: God externalizes God (Part 2) Please vote for monthly votes!

Wu Luo only felt a loud bang in his mind, and the scenery in front of him suddenly changed. He saw the blue waves surging, rolling and bursts of water in his ears. He suddenly realized that he was looking at the world from the perspective of a spiritual dragon!

In this shock, his consciousness immediately peeled off from the spiritual dragon's body. When he looked at the spiritual dragon again, he felt a little strange. With a moving mind, his consciousness came to the spiritual dragon's body again, with a huge wave in his eyes.

Wu Luo was shocked and puzzled: God externalizes God?!

The cold energy that poured into his body actually differentiated and refined his Yuanhun into a divine externalized god and attached it to the body of the spiritual dragon. In other words, the spiritual dragon is now its own divine externalized god.

It is not uncommon to externalize the gods and transform into gods, but for tens of thousands of years, the world of cultivation has not paid attention to the use of wronged souls, so all kinds of methods about the original souls are also remote and no one specializes in practicing.

The mainstream concept in the world of cultivation is that as long as the main soul is strong, other methods are all subtle and minor.

Of course, it is not difficult to say that the gods are externalized to be transformed into gods, which is compared to Wu Luo's previous life. He also wanted to transform into gods and cultivate "Drought Blade Blood Burning" into his second soul, but unfortunately he did not succeed.

Wu Luo in this life is absolutely unable to practice the externalization of the gods.

But I didn't expect that this time it would be done with the flow, and it felt quite like Wu Luo was not used to it. However, Wu Luo didn't know whether this god was good or bad.

But one thing Wu Luo is clear: the spiritual dragon is now equal to another self, that is, if the spiritual dragon has any breakthrough, it needs to smash itself, reshape its body, etc., Wu Luo will definitely empathize!

He couldn't help but smile bitterly, and while he was still thinking about what the cold energy was, suddenly the spiritual dragon moved, and Wu Luo immediately transferred his consciousness to the spiritual dragon's body.

After this change, Wu Luo felt a bone-black cold surging between his chest and abdomen. Wu Luo was shocked: Could it be that the cold power was causing trouble!

But Wu Luo was really unfamiliar with Linglong's body. He was eager to use the "Qilin Arm" to lure the Qilin Divine Fire to extinguish the cold air, but suddenly he felt unhappy. He opened his mouth and a loud dragon roar. The entire lake was shaken by the sound waves of the explosion, and the water droplets splashed everywhere.

A ball of azure blue light spurted out from the dragon's mouth and fell into the lake. There was a "ticticaca" sound of freezing, and frost filled the entire lake.

Then, with the ice blue light as the core, an iceberg slowly rose, vaguely looking like a palace.

Wu Luo was surprised and then felt the ice-blue light that had an inexplicable connection with himself - now the Spirit Dragon -. The spiritual power in the Spirit Dragon's body continued to pour out. As soon as his mind moved, the frozen palace also changed, and as Wu Luo's thoughts changed, the shape was changed.

At this time, as the spiritual power was lost, Wu Luo's body was shrinking. It was as if countless hands were squeezing Wu Luo's brain together, and the pain was extremely painful.

The Nine Dragons' Sun-Swallowing Technique is madly operating, constantly drawing spiritual energy from the outside world.

Wu Luo also took the initiative this time, and there was obviously an opportunity in front of him, so he didn't care about where the cold energy came from and absorbed it together.

This time, these cold forces entered Mingtang Palace, and after walking through the spiritual dragon's body, they merged into the blue light.

The cold air became heavier and soon the ice-blue light shone on the entire Longhu Lake. A layer of frost spread over, and the entire Longhu Lake turned into a huge iceberg. At the top of the iceberg, according to Wu Luo's wishes, an ice crystal palace was transformed into. At present, it was not wide, only three acres in radius. It was a bit reluctant to say that it was a palace, but at present, it looked more like a small manor.

However, this is already the limit of Wu Luo's current ability.

The originally seven feet long spiritual dragon shrank to only half a foot, but its body became more condensed, but it also needed to take good care of it.

Wu Luo had a split headache and forced himself to fly up. He staggered into the Dragon Palace Master Palace Palace, curled up and lay down. He immediately felt his eyelids were extremely heavy and he fell asleep.

The spiritual dragon fell asleep, and Wu Luo's consciousness retreated and returned to his body. However, the feeling of severe pain and fatigue did not weaken at all.

He had no choice but to use a tough attitude to squeeze out the "child laborer" of the movement and let it accompany him to practice.

In any case, he successfully broke through to the Dragon Palace realm, which corresponds to the Nine Palace Marquis realm of ordinary monks, and the power of the Nine Dragons' Sun-Swallowing Dao greatly increased.

A piece of chalcedony, just swallowed and released, all the spiritual energy was sucked and turned into a piece of powder.

After swallowing ninety-nine pieces of chalcedony, the realm of the Dragon Palace was initially stabilized, but the spiritual dragon in the Dragon Palace showed no sign of enlargement and was still sleeping soundly.

Wu Luo opened his eyes, let out a long sigh, and squeaked twice with dissatisfaction. He stared at Wu Luo's big black eyes and waved his small claws twice to express his anger at him forcing the laborers, and then he stumbled back to the "Nation of Heavenly Mansion".

Wu Luo ignored the little guy and swallowed two spiritual pills. He felt that there was no effect. He was about to choose two of the rare medicinal materials he had plundered. He learned to eat them raw by the demon race, and felt a faint aura spread.

That is the momentum of the strong, and only the strong can sense each other.

Wu Luo's realm is not high, but his Yuanhun is the real Yuanhun of the Emperor.

Looking up, Wu Luo looked thoughtfully in the distance. Sure enough, there was a person sitting upright on a small mound just north of the basin.

Wu Luo stood up and walked away.

The location of this mound is subtle, just in the middle of the east and west sides.

Ruan Sheri sat cross-legged on the mound. Compared with the sun, Ruan Sheri looked more elegant under the moonlight. Her loose robe fluttered with the night wind, and her black hair was tied behind her head. The ends of her hair were also fiddling with her clothes in the wind.

In front of him were two wine jars.

Unlike the human race's wine jar with big belly, the demon race's wine jar is more like a wine jar with a big belly, but it has a thin neck and a small mouth, and it also has a handle.

It is already a generous person who can drink with bowls. However, most demons use wine jars to drink directly. It is not surprising that such a design is available.

Ruan Sheri took a big sip, put down the wine jar, and smiled at Wu Luo: "Sit."

He is the high priest of the eight great tombs of gods, and his status is prominent. Even if he is interested in making friends with Wu Luo, he will not be as shallow as the Fire Lion Camel and others. He is not humble in his posture, but instead shows himself as his true nature, which is another way to show closeness.

Compared with Fire Lion Camel and others, these methods are undoubtedly much more clever.

Wu Luo also smiled, picked up another wine jar and took a sip.

Ruan Sheri asked with a smile: "How?"

"Good wine!" Wu Luo slapped the wine jar and praised.

Ruan Sheri was quite proud: "The wine brewed by our roaring Quan Shenzuan is of course extraordinary."

The two of them touched the wine jar and a bang, then the two wine jars each blocked their faces and drank violently. Wu Luo wiped the wine beside his mouth and smiled: "Have fun!"

It's really a long time since I drank so happily. This feeling was only felt when I was with Ma Hong, Qiao Hu and the others in Ruolu Prison.

Ruan Sheri smiled and put down the wine jar and said, "Have you ever heard a saying: Resurrecting the soul first?"

Wu Luo shook his head: "What's the solution?"

Of course he had never heard of it. Not to mention the human race, even the native demon race, few people have heard of this sentence.

Ruan Sheri did not show any pride, but said in a straightforward manner: "This sentence is about this soul-resurrecting grass. The soul-resurrecting grass can indeed lead to life and death, but if you get this soul-resurrecting grass, you will almost inevitably have a fight. In the history of Dongtu, every time the soul-resurrecting grass appears, countless strong people will be buried with you!"

Wu Luo was silent, and the way of heaven was circulating. Since he was dead, he would have to pay a high price to revive.

Ruan Sheri glanced at him and pointed to the annual ring cemetery below and said, "I have some information to share with Brother Wu. I know this information, but Brother Wu doesn't know that we are competing, so it is naturally unfair to you. If I don't tell you, even if I win this game, it will be a victory without martial."

Wu Luo held his fists: "The high priest is open and honest, please give me advice."

This is not a pretentious time. Facing this strange annual ring cemetery, Wu Luo has to be cautious. He is not an immortal golden immortal. If he falls into it and cannot come out, it will be the end of an ancient wood fertilizer.

Know more details and you will naturally have more confidence.

"The tenth floor of the annual ring cemetery is said to be the death of an ancient immortal in the prehistoric years. It was caused by the murder of a traitor, and his eyes were not closed, and his resentment was condensed."

"Just because of this legend, I don't know how many strong men have entered it and wanted to find the treasure of the ancient immortal. Therefore, this annual ring cemetery is actually not at all remote, but those who enter it are all people with extremely high cultivation levels, and ordinary demons do not know it."

Wu Luo nodded silently. He once stood at the peak of this world, and understood the mentality of the super strong men who entered the annual ring cemetery: No one has ascended this world for many years. If the monks who have not reached the peak still have a chance. Those who have reached the peak will be confused. This feeling can drive people crazy. Therefore, I heard that there are ancient immortal relics, even if the chance is so slim that they will not let them go.

"On the contrary, those who have not had very good cultivation skills will know that things cannot be done after entering the first three levels of woods and withdraw obediently. This is why the inside story about the Annual Ring Cemetery is circulated."

"The outermost layer of the ten-layer annual ring woods has the lowest danger, but it is not easy to live. It is said that there are 100,000 ghost soldiers, and each ancient tree is a ghost soldier. There are 100,000 ghost soldiers in total, and a total of 100,000 ghost soldiers are commanded by a thousand ghost generals. It is unknown whether there are ghost commanders and ghost kings above the ghost generals."

"This annual ring cemetery can only grow in a thousand years. The outermost part is the one that has grown in the last thousand years. The more you go, the older the ancient trees are, the older they are, but the innermost circle is obviously more than ten thousand years of life, and the inside story is unknown."
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