Chapter 229 The Long Golden River, the Giant Dragon in the Sea!

Second floor, quiet room.

Yang An inputted his own mana into the already carved array.

As soon as the mana entered the array, the complex lines on the ground expanded like bubbles.

In just a few breaths, the array, which was originally composed of blood lines, seemed to have turned into flesh and blood.

According to the practice method of the shell-raising technique, Yang An threw the prepared materials into the array one by one.

The materials quickly shattered into pieces after falling into the array and merged with the array.

Soon, when the array and all the materials were combined together, they returned to their original appearance on the ground, as if nothing had happened.

A sour feeling that penetrated the heart spread from the top of the head to the soles of the feet. Yang An pulled out the spinal cord feather from his back and gently placed it in the array.

He muttered something in his mouth, reciting the spell completely according to the practice method, without any mistakes.

Once a mistake is made, it is very likely to fail and cause a certain degree of backlash to oneself.

Fortunately, the process was extremely smooth and there were no mistakes. Soon, the formations seemed to come alive and all attached to the spinal cord feathers, as if they had consciousness and drilled into the spinal cord feathers.

At this moment, Yang An suddenly felt the flow of mana in the spinal cord feathers. Although it was only a faint trace, it was constantly changing more and more.

Although the spinal cord feathers were part of his body, as a part of the body, this thing was still in its infancy and could only be used as a weird weapon.

But when it was trained into its own body with the shell-raising technique, the feeling was completely different.

It seemed that the spinal cord feathers were also like real cultivators, but now the mana was low. Once it grew to a sufficient level in the future, it could also do everything that cultivators could do.

Moreover, don't forget that the spinal cord feathers themselves can continue to evolve. With evolution and practice, the power in the future will certainly be good.

This is not just as simple as having a special part, it is equivalent to at least double the strength, and it is from the same body as Yang An, without any cost.

The Shell Cultivation Technique is indeed a technique from the Earthly Stele, and it is indeed extraordinary!

Yang An let go of the hand holding the Spinal True Feather. Now he no longer needs to hold this thing to work, he only needs to control it with his mind, and he can even let it work freely, which also frees up one of his hands.

Swish, swish, swish——

Countless white feathers are constantly flying in the air, leaving scratches like white lines in the air, and then quickly disappear.

The original white feathers were only extremely sharp, but now with the blessing of magic power, they will become more terrifying.

In addition, because they are integrated, the Spinal True Feather can also activate any technique that Yang An has mastered, without any obscurity.

When the dark red flames burned on countless white feathers, it was as if countless fire snakes were surrounding Yang An's body, which looked much more powerful than the Nine Dragons and Nine Falcons launched by Ye Jin at the beginning.

However, the cultivation aura on the Spinal True Feather is still very weak, and it is impossible to exert Yang An's full strength. Many techniques cannot be used alone for the time being, and they still need to grow.

After putting the spinal cord feather into his body, Yang An took out the Golden Evil Order that the old man Zhuan Yu had just given him.

After inputting the magic power into the Golden Evil Order, the Golden Evil Order suddenly disintegrated and turned into a thick red mist that quickly rotated in the void in front of Yang An.

This also means that the Golden Evil Order has been consumed.

Until the red mist condensed into a dark hole in front of Yang An, like a red eyeball opened in the void, and the entrance to the Golden Thread River was completely formed, Yang An stepped forward and entered it.

The light flashed in front of him, and the scene changed drastically. It was no longer a quiet room in the small attic, but became like the bottom of the abyss.

Along with Yang An's breathing, the water rushed into Yang An's mouth and nose, and entered his chest, and a burning pain suddenly came from his chest.

Yang An obviously didn't expect that entering here through the entrance would be like this. He quickly used his magic power to protect himself and entered the state of holding his breath, which had no effect.

This place is like an ocean bottom, extremely deep and dark, as if it captures all the silence and loneliness.

However, in this dim and quiet world, there are countless red lights.

They seem to float in the dark water, flashing strange red light.

These unique lights are extremely abrupt in the vast seabed, as if telling the secrets hidden deep in the seabed.

At a glance, these lights are full of light, but they still can't illuminate the seabed. It seems to be in darkness forever.

The entrance behind him suddenly disappeared, and turned into red mist again and gathered on the back of Yang An's hand, leaving a flame mark on the back of his hand.

Yang An immediately understood that as long as he got what he wanted, this mark might immediately send him away from here.

But, looking at so many lights, how should he find it?

Just as Yang An had a thought in his mind, he looked at the light closest to him, and the bright light seemed to emit some special breath.

His body slowly floated up, and he was ready to get closer to observe carefully.

At this moment, a pair of huge eyes suddenly lit up in the darkness, like two huge bells. Violent waves suddenly rose on the seabed, and countless lights danced in an instant.

The wave made Yang Yu keep retreating, and he retreated several feet before he could stabilize his figure. However, when he looked in front of him again, his eyes suddenly stagnated.

In the deep seabed, a huge creature snaked in the darkness. On its head, which was full of ferocity and ferociousness, two huge eyes were looking towards Yang Eucalyptus, only ten feet away from Yang Eucalyptus.

Even though the place is full of sea water, Yang Gu can also intuitively feel a cold breath coming to his face and sweeping through his body.

What he was looking directly at was a huge dragon!

The bottom of the sea is sparkling and clear, but it is impossible to look directly into the deep depths. It is a giant dragon with a length of hundreds of feet, twisting its long body on the bottom of the sea, causing crazy waves.

Those red lights were actually hanging on its body, intertwined with flesh and blood extending from its body, filling the seabed.

There is a golden lamp on top of the dragon's head, which looks ferocious and ferocious, shining brightly.

It's just that the light from the lamp was wrapped in a layer of seawater, preventing it from completely penetrating the seawater. It looked like a huge ball of light emitting golden light.

She didn't expect that there would be a giant dragon in the golden river. This was the first time Yang Yu had seen a real dragon, not a dragon demon.

Just when he didn't know what to do, a majestic voice suddenly reached his ears out of thin air.

The giant dragon slightly raised its huge dragon head. Just a small move caused a wave on the bottom of the sea.

A pair of vortexes formed in the two huge nostrils, like a dragon sucking water.

It looks like sniffing the scent of Eucalyptus poplar.

"Jin Zuiling? Are you a disciple of Elder Zhuanyu?"

The dragon's voice sounded like that of a majestic elder.

But when he heard it calling Zhuan Yu an elder and using the honorific title, Yang Yu knew that the status of this giant dragon was obviously not as good as Zhuan Yu.

"Your Excellency, Yang Yu, is the direct disciple of Elder Zhuanyu. He received the Golden Order from Master and came here to seek the Dharma. I have met Mr. Long."

Yang Yu answered truthfully. In view of the pressure of this giant dragon, he could not judge the aura of cultivation emanating from its body, so he respectfully addressed the other party as "Dragon Lord".

"I am the lantern dragon, the guardian of the Golden Thread River, and also your guide."

"Tell me, what do you want?"

Upon hearing that he was a disciple of Old Man Zhuanyu, the dragon's tone softened a little.

Just now, Yang Yu was still thinking about how to find the technique he wanted in this vast field of lights. Unexpectedly, there was a giant dragon guiding him, which was quite miraculous.

Lantern dragon? ……lantern? The names complement each other perfectly.

"I dare to ask Mr. Long, is there any forbidden magic in the river?"

It doesn't matter if you are looking for it yourself, but since it is guided by the lantern dragon, Yang Yu naturally cannot directly talk about light spells, but replaces them with forbidden spells.

After all, in this world, it is not just light magic that is forbidden.

"You want forbidden magic? Haha, interesting!"

Hearing Yang Yu's request, Denglong seemed to laugh, and the corners of his raised mouth were like a huge ravine, even revealing huge fangs.

“It’s not like there are no forbidden arts!

But do you know that once you are contaminated with forbidden arts, even death will become a luxury? "

"Of course I know. I'm just really curious about the forbidden arts. I hope Mr. Long can let me see it."

Hearing Yang Yu's answer, Denglong twisted his huge body slightly, but always looked directly at Yang Yu.

"What kind of forbidden technique do you want?"

"I dare to ask Mr. Long, what kind of forbidden arts are there in this world?"

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