I picked up the scattered attributes

Feng Xia no longer had the strength to even open her mouth to refute.

But this thing standing in front of you... oops, this guy isn't a dragon from the East Sea at all!

In this situation, Feng Xia actually hoped that the Creation Profound Technique wouldn't be so powerful. If it had revealed some obvious flaws earlier, perhaps this old dragon wouldn't have come after him... but would have just slapped him to death.

Okay, still no solution.

With a long, speechless sigh, Feng Xia was still somewhat unwilling and tentatively asked, "The Demon Emperor's Tomb is about to open, I can't stay here for too long..."

"The Demon Emperor's Mausoleum is indeed a good place; we should definitely go if we can."

The old man chuckled, a hint of reminiscence in his eyes, and said leisurely, "However, I won't take up too much of your time. Three days. I will pass on all the inheritance to you in just three days. As for how much you can master, that depends on your own destiny."

Feng Xia hesitated for a long time before finally nodding: "If it's only three days, it's not unacceptable."

"Hey, you're not as arrogant as your name suggests."

The old man gave him a half-smile, then slowly waved his hand. One after another, streams of light and color instantly rose into the air, transforming into a magnificent scroll that completely enveloped Feng Xia in an instant.

"Little guy, now it's up to you to show your skills."

Then, the scroll flew up and landed behind the old man's head.

From a distance, the painting depicts towering waves crashing against the sky, with dark clouds obscuring the heavens. Occasionally, pale lightning rips through the clouds, revealing a colossal creature hidden within.

Dragons battle in the wild!

Dragon.

The East Sea Jiao Clan can be considered a branch of the Dragon Clan.

This painting of ten thousand dragons depicts Jiao Qingtu's vision for the future and his fantasy of his most perfect form. It originated from his Dao foundation and is engraved with the Dao imprint of this powerful Jiao clan member!

By presenting the Myriad Dragons Diagram to Feng Xia in this way, it was tantamount to handing over the entire heritage of the East Sea Dragon Clan to Feng Xia without reservation.

Jiao Qingtu slowly closed his eyes, his breath fluctuating, waiting for the arrival of the three-day straight line.

"What's the point?"

However, Feng Xia waited in place for a long time, but nothing happened. Since he couldn't beat the old man, he had no choice but to patiently ask.

The old man's calm expression suddenly froze.

"you……"

He opened his eyes in disbelief, casting a bewildered glance at Feng Xia: "How come... you didn't go into the Myriad Dragons Map?"

"What Ten Thousand Dragons Map?" Feng Xia glanced at the scroll, somewhat speechless. "Is it just these scribbles?"

"Scribbles &#%!..."

Jiao Qingtu barely managed to maintain his aloof image, but when he looked at this descendant named "Jiao Jiao" again, his eyes inevitably carried a hint of something strange.

This is the Dharma Image Diagram that he is very proud of!

But when this kid said it, it turned into some kind of nonsense. Does anyone talk like that?

"But... why isn't this kid reacting?"

After the initial shock, Jiao Qingtu couldn't help but feel a sense of doubt. Logically speaking, even a Yuan Dan realm cultivator would be trapped within his Dao Diagram scroll, and only a very few top Yuan Dan realm cultivators could barely withstand the power of the Dao Diagram.

"As expected, you have a big secret, otherwise you wouldn't be so dismissive of the Jiao Clan's heritage..." Jiao Qingtu shook his head secretly, a deep smile appearing on his old face, and said lightly, "However, now that I have captured you, don't think you can get away easily."

Feng Xia immediately sensed something was wrong. He saw that the old man's body was as withered as a rake, but his clothes were billowing in the wind. From the Ten Thousand Dragons Painting behind his head, one after another, long dragons roared angrily and flew out of the painting, rushing towards him one after another!

"Young man, I have a total of 10,372 dragon forms here. Each form represents a tradition of my clan. As long as you defeat the corresponding dragon form, the corresponding tradition will become yours!"

Rumbling--

This time, Feng Xia was truly and completely submerged:

Dragon Dragon Dragon Dragon Dragon

Dragon Dragon Dragon Dragon Dragon

Dragon Wind Summer Dragon

Dragon Dragon Dragon Dragon Dragon

Dragon Dragon Dragon Dragon Dragon

……

Chapter 0204

A vast, overwhelming dragon-shaped attack swept in, instantly engulfing Feng Xia completely.

As far as the eye can see, there are countless roaring dragons, some stirring up clouds and rain, some soaring through the heavens, some traversing the void, and some awe-inspiring all things in the world!

"You should be looking for Long Da for this! That guy has so many dragons in his name!"

Moreover, Feng Xia thought about it and felt that something was not quite right...

Aren't you guys from the Jiaolong clan?

The entire Dharma imagery diagrams are made up of dragons... This is blatant worship of foreign things!

Unfortunately, even though he had a million complaints in his heart, the countless dragon shapes that attacked him instantly boiled over, giving him no time to think. In the blink of an eye, more than ten dragon shapes crashed into Feng Xia.

"Get out of here!"

Feng Xia finally couldn't hold back any longer. His vast and boundless blood and energy erupted, his muscles bulged, and his white robe stretched taut against his body. He did not transform into a dragon, but at this moment, Feng Xia seemed like a humanoid savage dragon, exuding a chilling aura.

He suddenly opened his mouth and roared, and wave after wave of sound waves erupted. Countless strange phenomena evolved in the sound waves, like an ancient celestial dragon roaring. With one roar, he shattered the primordial chaos, divided yin and yang, established the three powers, set up the four symbols, and performed the five elements circulation in the world!

Tianlong Eight-Tone Bell!

Snapped!

clap clap clap!

Several dragon-shaped objects exploded in succession, and after a weak struggle, they were shattered into nothingness by Feng Xia's roar.

"Huh?" The dragon-shaped image on the blue stone suddenly opened its eyes, revealing a deep sense of disbelief.

Immediately afterward, disbelief transformed into greed: "This boy's fortunes are extraordinary. If I could obtain his secrets, perhaps this old man could..."

Just as he was thinking of this, Jiao Qingtu suddenly felt a sharp pain in his head. He subconsciously reached out his fingers to rub his aching temples.

But the next moment, his finger slipped and pierced a hole.

"Hmm? So it hurts here?"

Jiao Qingtu twirled his fingers and dug around in the hole a few times, getting a red and white grime on his finger. Looking at his palm, the old dragon couldn't help but shake his head. He then dug around in the hole a few more times before feeling much better.

"Where was I thinking just now?"

"Oh right, this kid's life has been extraordinary to obtain the pure dragon's great divine power. Choosing him as our clan's successor is definitely the right decision. Perhaps one day, he will be able to slay that monster and restore our clan's divine prestige."

But as he pondered, the old dragon grew worried again: "However, if it's just this kid, the bloodline of my dragon clan will eventually become extinct. Where am I supposed to find some female dragons for him to breed with..."

bang——

At the same time, Feng Xia unleashed both fists with wide and sweeping moves. Between each episode, a Heavenly Dragon Eight-Tone Bell manifested, its waves vibrating and sweeping across the area, blasting earth and rocks into the air, and stirring up thousands of waves in the distant cold pool.

One dragon shape after another was shattered by the wind and summer, but in the next instant, even more dragon shapes swarmed in, densely packed, leaving no gaps.

"grass!"

Feng Xia only had time to let out a scream before being struck by more than ten dragon-shaped attacks. Blood splattered all over his body, and he was sent flying like a sack, crashing into the distant icy pool.

"hiss--"

The screams turned into gasps of cold air.

It was a feeling that was hard to describe in words. The icy cold water seeped into the wound, intensifying the pain while simultaneously freezing the energy within it, preventing it from worsening and spreading. If I had to describe it, it would be a classic case of bittersweet pain. The more it hurt, the more pleasure it brought, and gradually, the pain turned into a feeling of pure joy...

"What exactly is this pool of water?!"

A chill that seemed to freeze one's soul caused Feng Xia to shiver involuntarily. He slammed his fist into the water's surface: "Fortunately, it's similar to what happened back then with Ancestor Chen Hai. Defeating these dragon-shaped creatures will drop attribute orbs, and the probability is quite high... Hmm, what are these?"

As he was talking to himself, Feng Xia was stunned by his sudden appearance.

He stared blankly at his hand, when suddenly several orbs of elemental light appeared!

Feng Xia could see very clearly that these attribute light orbs were not from the dragon form cast by the old dragon, but rather emerged from the surface of the cold pool. They were filled with a pale color, and anyone who looked at them would feel their soul frozen!

【玄阴】×2.

[Divine Vitality] ×1.

"What the hell are these two? Xuan Yin seems to be some kind of physical attribute, like strength, agility, or constitution, but what about that Divine Yuan Qi..."

The first thing Feng Xia thought of was the divine-level primordial energy of heaven and earth.

But how terrifying is the divine primordial energy?

Even the slightest bit of energy could burst him instantly; there's no way anything could go wrong in this matter.

"Strange, where did this wisp of divine energy go..." After examining his inner self, Feng Xia turned his gaze to his Purple Mansion. In his memory, attribute-based superpowers would occasionally drop some strange things, many of which would appear in his Purple Mansion.

However, even after his consciousness wandered around the Purple Mansion, he still found nothing.

The primordial chaos remained the same, a vast expanse where the clear and the turbid were indistinguishable.

"How about... we try again?"

In the icy pool, Feng Xia, soaked to the bone, opened his eyes. A hint of doubt flashed in his eyes. After a slight hesitation, he raised his fist again and slammed it into the water.