Standing in this majestic palace, Zhang Qing could feel that endless energy and matter were wandering around him.

As long as he wants, he can make a new transformation of his life form in an instant.

Looking at the appearance of the 100,000 giant dragons outside, Zhang Qing guessed that if he changed, at least he would be a giant dragon, not a dragon.

But the surrounding matter and energy, as well as the inheritance factors released by this palace, were not pressed.

Zhang Qing must take the initiative to lead to all this.

And the reason why this is so is because the dragon bloodline of this palace is not the only choice, and in the environment of fair competition, Zhang Qing cannot be persecuted.

Otherwise, as soon as Zhang Qing came in, he would have been forcibly changed into a giant dragon species.

Thinking of this, Zhang Qing's eyes narrowed slightly.

He exited the palace, it was not easy to get in, but it was much easier to leave.

Standing in the middle of a coral bush again, Zhang Qing looked up at the front, or rather, overhead.

After a few more hours, Zhang Qing appeared in front of the second palace, and in the tall portal, a hideous one-horned dragon was carved, even if it was a sculpture, the terrifying aura still made Zhang Qing's face slightly pale.

He didn't enter, but stopped where he was.

"If I'm not mistaken, these appearances are all things that exist in the real Dragon Palace, but ......"

"The Dragon Palace here is definitely not the immortal artifact itself, but the power of the immortal artifact projection."

"So, in fact, even if I enter it, I can't become the appearance of these real dragons, but ......"

"Zhenhai Dragon!"

Zhang Qing's eyes lit up slightly, the 100,000 dragons outside were all Zhenhai dragons with the same appearance, and the projection of this Dragon Palace Immortal Weapon seemed to be in their hands, and they could affect the life forms of all the demons who turned into dragons.

In short, let all the demons who turn into dragons become the appearance of the Zhenhai Dragon Clan.

So, will the palace at the top change?

Or is it that even if you go to the highest place, what will be affected is only the concentration of the bloodline after becoming the Zhenhai Dragon Clan, and whether it is possible for the bloodline to sublimate into the true dragon bloodline behind the Zhenhai Dragon Clan.

The power of an immortal artifact projection to create a hundred thousand dragons is already shocking enough, if it can be stronger, Zhang Qing has to be afraid in his heart.

So he hesitated.

After a long time, Zhang Qingxin smiled.

"Even if I really get to the top of the mountain, I won't turn into a dragon, why bother so much, it's better to take a look, among the dragons, what is the most powerful bloodline."

Zhang Qing walked upward, but the next moment he turned his head again and walked to the foot of the mountain.

He can't turn into a dragon because he can have the power of a dragon in other ways.

The first demon that appeared in Zhang Qing's eyes was a little strange, it was a male lion with limbs, wings under his ribs, and a trace of dragon blood in his body.

"It's a good chance to be here so early."

"But now, it's all mine."

Zhang Qing stretched out his hand, he could feel that there was an invisible prohibition in this Dragon Palace, which could not cause a large-scale killing, but the power of the projection of this immortal weapon did not seem to be able to stop the three Qings.

One day, two days, and a whole month have passed, and Zhang Qing has already felt that there are demons that do not belong to the dragon bloodline and have also appeared in this dragon palace.

Thinking about it in the past month, a lot of changes have taken place outside, and countless deep-sea demons who have sensed the aura of the Dragon Palace have arrived here.

As soon as he thought of this, Zhang Qing looked at the more than two hundred low-level demons around him, and led all of them towards the top of the mountain.

Of course, having mastered these doppelgangers, he also understood the name of the mountain.

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Dragon Mound.

The source of countless true dragon bloodlines, the end of life.

Since he wanted to install some of his own clones in the Zhenhai Dragon Clan, of course Zhang Qing would not let these demons be at the bottom.

He took more than two hundred low-level demons across the first, second, and third towers, and did not stop until his speed was so slow that it was unbearable to the fifth Dragon Mound Palace.

Among the dragons, they don't mind that one dragon attains the Tao, the rules for the whole clan to ascend to heaven, and even this kind of thing itself is a major feature of the dragon genus.

As long as the dragon transformation is successful, the entire clan will benefit immensely, so Zhang Qing's behavior of bearing the pressure in the dragon mound on behalf of these demons did not cause too much dissatisfaction.

It's just that the price is that Zhang Qing needs to pay more strength to resist, which is more based on his own standards, rather than those low-level demons who practice qi and build foundation cultivation.

Theoretically, even a demon who is ignorant and has never drawn qi can reach the peak of the dragon mound.

At the location of the fifth palace, Zhang Qing left nearly eighty low-level demons, and he could feel that these demons were the worst among these 'clones'.

He continued to move forward, without a third of the burden, and Zhang Qing's speed was a little faster.

In the fifteenth palace, Zhang Qing left thirty demons behind.

His speed did not increase, because the rest of the journey, the pressure imposed on him by the surrounding heaven and earth, became more and more terrifying.

The bones clicked, and in front of the twenty-sixth palace, the real dragon carving with wings, Zhang Qing left all the demons under him.

In an instant, like a wild horse on the loose, without hundreds of times the pressure, Zhang Qing ran wildly again.

One day, two days, a month, two months, until half a year later, he saw the ninety-ninth palace.

The appearance of the real dragon above made him familiar.

"Green Dragon."

Zhang Qing was a little amazed, the green dragon was in the dragon bloodline, didn't it even reach the top?

I can't say that, it's all here, and even if there is a gap, it can't be too bad.

The green dragon is one of the few top bloodlines in the dragon genus, and even if there is one stronger than it, I am afraid it will not be much stronger.

Moreover, this is just the bloodline, in the same realm, the true dragon behind must be the opponent of the green dragon?

Zhang Qing continued to move forward, he was out of breath, and saw a pitch-black true dragon that was as black as ink, as if it could darken the world, and even its pupils were not like other dragons.

I also saw the golden true dragon with five claws on its belly, moving in the boundless sea of snow-white clouds.

I also saw that it was hidden in the field of vision and could not be captured, but it was certain that it was a sculpture, a blood-colored true dragon that randomly triggered a monstrous blood wave.

The appearance of these real dragons even made Zhang Qing wonder if they still existed in this world.

In the end, with the blessing of countless 'clones', he finally came to the top of the mountain.

There is only an old stone hall here, and it even looks a little small, and the portal is only three feet high, compared to the palace seen before, it looks like an ant.

But it is such a small stone temple, but it gives Zhang Qing a feeling of suppressing the immeasurable situation between heaven and earth.

The other party is located on the top of this dragon mound, which makes this dragon palace, this immeasurable dragon in the world, look down on all things proudly.

There was a carving on the portal, which seemed to be some kind of sharp weapon, but Zhang Qing felt that it might be some kind of claw carved into the appearance of a real dragon.

On the stone portal, it was not possible to show bright colors, but the moment he looked at the real dragon, Zhang Qing's whole soul seemed to appear in an endless sky with an endless sea of clouds.

He looked in the direction where the sun was shining, his eyes narrowing slightly, terrified that it was one eye.

The four eyes were facing each other, the sea of clouds was turbid and boiling, and in the gap between the faint white clouds, Zhang Qing saw the purple scales that covered the sky, and the nine claws that the heavens and the earth could not contain.

At this moment, the sea of clouds was smeared into a brilliant purple, and the monstrous majesty descended on Zhang Qing's body.