Rong Yu saw that the eighth-layer heaven and earth aura was absorbed by him, and the time to open the door was still early, so he practiced the exercises in Benze's memory.

At great speed, it will leave a trail of figures, but it is blurry, and it can only confuse the opponent.

The power of the Afterimage Fist is that you leave behind a real image with breath, another self that can be controlled, and a martial art that can not only confuse but also attack.

Now Rong Yu can only make one clone, and the attack power is very low. This is because the pressure here suppresses his performance, and then his realm is too low to support himself to make too many afterimages.

He practiced this afterimage fist again and again, and he knew the truth that practice makes perfect, and he didn't always have to exert his body in an environment of eighty times the gravity.

Boom! The stone door opened, and the time was up.

Rong Yu walked out of the eighth layer of the tower with a clanging tower, he looked up at the ninth floor above, and thought to himself, "I don't know what will be on the last floor?"

The sound of Ta Ling spread to every corner, and the martial artists of the entire Wangyan City were talking about it, everyone wanted to know what kind of person this person who had set a new record, and what would he get on the nine-story tower?

Rong Yu had already stepped on the steps of the ninth floor, a kind of bloodline summoning made his blood gush out, and there was a mysterious power upstairs that was deeply attracting him.

"What the hell is on it, it actually makes the ancestral dragon's blood burn!" Rong Yu wondered.

Slowly walked up to the ninth floor, facing a quaint screen with a strange totem carved on it. It was a vague image of a figure slashing at a giant dragon with a sword in hand.

The huge body of the dragon is in stark contrast to the human, but the people in the picture seem to turn a deaf ear to the dragon's threat, but the dragon seems to be very afraid of the sword, and the dragon's eyes are full of jealousy.

Bypassing the screen, a huge appearance wrapped in golden silk appeared in front of him, Rong Yu's blood was rushing, and his heart was beating wildly.

The ancestral dragon in the sea of knowledge roared and resounded throughout the earth. With this dragon groan, its huge body left the Earth Tree and rushed out of Rong Yu's body without hesitation.

The huge dragon roar resounded through the sky, and all the creatures within a radius of a hundred miles to Yancheng were shocked. Countless spirit beasts lowered their heads and roared and hid in the cave.

"What the hell is going on!"

"What a horrible thing has appeared!"

"Is our world going to ruin?"

Frightened faces, people at a loss, ordinary people are hiding at home and afraid to go out.

The ancestral dragon's body rushed forward, and the yellow silk was blown up by the wind, leaking out of Sensen's white bones.

"Keel! a whole keel!"

Rong Yu looked at the huge keel in shock, and his heart was shocked!

"Ask what, there's a dragon here!Who killed it!" Rong Yu muttered to himself.

"My son, you are here, and we still want to see each other one day. Zu Long's voice was slightly desolate.

"Are you saying he's your son?" asked Rong Yu.

"Yes, it's the most like me of my nine sons, it's just that he resembles me, it's too much like me!" the ancestral dragon stretched out its illusory claws and stroked the skeleton's head.

Miao Jin Wei didn't show up for a long time, he silently appeared beside Rong Yu, and said in a low voice: "The last dragon that the Human Emperor killed was it, and the decline of the Dragon Clan could not be changed, but although this dragon was underage, he insisted on challenging the Human Emperor on behalf of the Dragon Clan, so he ......"

It may be that he was afraid of the ancestral dragon's soul, but he didn't say any more, but just looked directly at the skeleton of the young dragon.

"That's not right! There is no way that the dragon clan that was killed by the dragon sword will still exist after a thousand years?

"Here is a spiritual eye, there will be a large amount of heaven and earth spiritual energy gushing out, protecting my son's keel, this is a face that the human emperor gave me. Zu Long said.

It was the first time that Rong Yu had heard of the Heaven and Earth Spirit Eye, so he was at a loss.

"Terran boy, now use your heavenly fire to refine my son's dragon bone, I will use the spirit attraction technique to fuse it with you, if you become a god one day, that is, my son will become a dragon god, it can be regarded as giving you a chance, and it can be regarded as comforting my son's soul!" said Zu Long with a little sadness.

"Spiritual Channeling Technique!Dragon Clan's Transcendence Technique!Boy, you are blessed, it is a high-level spiritual transformation technique that takes reality as a reality, and it will bring you a dragon bone, don't hurry up!" Miao Jinwei hurriedly returned to Rong Yu's body with the next sentence.

"Heavenly Thunder Fire, now!" Rong Yu hurriedly sacrificed his Heavenly Fire and wrapped the young dragon's keel.

"Huh, boy, it seems that you have mastered the Nether Fire, it seems that it is really a relief of heaven, and I am still worried that you will not be able to refine my son's keel, it seems..."

Under Rong Yu's control, the faint blue flame increased at a speed visible to the naked eye, gradually enveloping the entire keel.

The ancestral dragon groaned, and an invisible force that seemed to come from ancient times covered the keel, and gradually the young dragon keel shrank, and finally turned into a gray shadow that enveloped Rong Yu's body.

Rong Yu's bones are crackling, and the bones in his body are gradually becoming thicker, gradually transforming from the bottom up.

When his last bone was also changed, the ancestral dragon reluctantly entered the sea of knowledge and hid in the tree of heaven and earth.

Rong Yu's blood boiled again, and the blood in his whole body wrapped the transformed bones, burning, and soaking!

When everything was back to normal, Rong Yu moved his muscles and bones, feeling that his whole body had inexhaustible strength, and he swung his fist into the air.

"Whew!"

A clear sound of breaking the air came, which made Rong Yu feel ecstatic in his heart!

"My body has actually returned to its original form! This is something that only a Divine Monarch can do, and I can actually do it in the early stage of the Spirit Martial Realm!"

Returning to the true nature is a typical representative of the physical body of a martial artist after cultivating to the Divine Monarch Realm, and the body density of the immortal cultivator at this time has reached a very tight state, and the immortal cultivator calls it the body of a half-immortal.

Rong Yu bowed to the place where the keel was originally placed, and said silently: "Don't worry! Merging with me will not insult your identity as an ancestral dragon, we will definitely become gods, and you will be at ease in the spirit of the sky!"

Rong Yu got used to the time of a stick of incense here again, and then slowly walked down the stairs. When he felt the breath of countless warriors on the first floor, he ran the wind and stepped on the shadows, and he didn't feel that he disappeared into the crowd.

He didn't go back to his residence, but went to the courtyard in the back mountain, he wanted to see the old hermit who had been watching the door, and he wanted to say goodbye to him for the last time.