A deafening dragon roar reverberated through the sky!
Qinchuan felt the nine divine dragons in his body give off a domineering aura. Then, he realized that his body was slowly changing, becoming bigger. The terrifying fusion of the nine divine dragons gave him a very familiar feeling.
Qinchuan transformed into a divine dragon, 100 meters long. His entire body shone with golden light, giving off a terrifying divine dragon aura. Most importantly, his strength had increased by a lot. His cultivation realm did not change, but his actual combat strength had greatly increased.
Although it was only 100 meters, it gave off a shocking and ferocious feeling.
Especially now, Qin Chuan could feel that only the Hundred Dragons Divine Might Technique, Vajra Divine Dragon Claw, Divine Dragon Tail Whip, and Divine Dragon Five Elemental Hands could unleash their true power. The Dragon Pearl, Dragon Core, and Divine Dragon Power all seemed to be connected to each other, becoming one entity.
Also, Qinchuan felt that his resistance in the Dragon State had increased by a lot.
Dragon Transformation was really a godly technique. Thinking about Canglan's Blood River Chariot, Demon King Possession, these abilities were all great daos and mystic arts.
100 meters seemed a little small, but it was only at the basic level. In the future, it might be unimaginable. Only then could he fight the heavens and earth, or even compete with those legendary gods and devils.
Dragon Transformation became a terrifying trump card for Qinchuan.
After close to five months, Qinchuan had finally reached the basic level of Dragon Transformation. However, the benefits were huge. Today, he could finally heave a sigh of relief. The most important thing was to stabilize his foundation. The quality of his foundation determined how far he could go and how high he could fly. It was like a foundation, like the string of a kite.
However, Qinchuan had to rest for a few days. After so many days of intense training, it was time for him to relax.
Actually, he did relax during this period. After all, there were beauties to accompany him for dinner, stroll, and play with dragons and phoenixes.
Although the Demon Monarch's Dragon Binding Seal was not cultivated, she learned many things from it. She combined it with some of her mystic arts and mutated.
That was not surprising. Truth be told, Qin Chuan's immortal technique, Dragon Metamorphosis, was a combination of the Son of Heaven's Dragon Metamorphosis. Although it could not be considered a mutation, the mutation was similar to this. Only, it was on a much larger scale.
The others also cultivated these two immortal arts. After all, the content was not much and they could easily memorize it. As for whether or not they could cultivate it successfully, that would depend on their own luck.
Their powers of comprehension were quite good, but this wasn't something that could be achieved through comprehension alone. Azure Dragon's powers of comprehension were also quite good, but he still hadn't learned it. At the very least, he hadn't learned it during his battle with Qinchuan.
While Qinchuan was cultivating, he had also touched the door. As long as one was willing to put in the effort and persevere, there was still hope that one could learn it. However, the speed was too slow, and no one would persevere.
Because some persistence was not worth it. It was a waste of life.
Today, Qinchuan and the Demon Lord walked out of the small courtyard and the main gate. Qinchuan did not know if the others were cultivating, nor did he disturb them.
The street was crowded with people. Qinchuan and Ye Zichen walked to the stone statue again.
Qinchuan naturally took another look.
"Let's go somewhere else. I've seen this place already." The Demon Lord said softly.
Qinchuan knew that the Demon Lord was worried, so he smiled, "Okay!"
The Demon Lord smiled, held Qinchuan's hand, and walked towards the large square in the distance.
The square of the City of the Medicine King was very big, and there were many people here. There were many tea stalls, and there were some new things. People came to the square to relax and chat, so there were more tea stalls, chess, calligraphy and painting.
Comparatively speaking, this place looked more elegant.
Martial artists all lived a life of fighting and killing. If they weren't fighting with humans, they would fight with monsters. So, when they were free, they would bring their women and children to the square to experience the different atmosphere and mood. So, this was a place that many people liked.
They came here to experience the atmosphere, to feel the peace and tranquility. In this place, they could relax. This was extremely precious, and it was something that money couldn't buy. It was as if they had left the previous world, the world that was filled with danger.
After finding a place, Qinchuan took out his own tea set and brewed a pot of tea.
This was actually a public facility. Many people brought their own things to brew tea, which made it more romantic.
But this time, it was the Demon Lord who brewed the tea.
Her movements were very beautiful and practiced. Qinchuan actually didn't understand the art or order of brewing tea, but he felt that the way the Demon Lord brewed tea was very beautiful, very beautiful.
Qinchuan had never thought that drinking tea needed to be so particular. He had never felt that he was a refined person, nor did he want to be one. So, when he met some bastard, he would scold them. One shouldn't put so many shackles on oneself. After all, people were born with shackles all over their bodies. Why make yourself uncomfortable?
Tea was to be drunk. It didn't need to be used to quench one's thirst. One could just drink it slowly.
Qinchuan's tea was very good, but in Qinchuan's eyes, there wasn't much to drink. It would be better to drink wine, or eat meat …
Every time Qinchuan said this to the Demon Lord, the Demon Lord would smile very happily.
Drinking tea was actually a kind of mood. When one was in a good mood, one would drink tea. When one was in a bad mood, one could drink wine. When one was in a bad mood, one would basically not drink tea.
Qinchuan and the Demon Lord sat in a corner, in a very inconspicuous position, but the two of them were too conspicuous. The woman was as beautiful as a fairy, but the man had a head of snow-white hair, elegant and otherworldly, as clear as an immortal's.
This pair would attract the attention of many people wherever they went.
But since it was like this, they had to get used to it.
But there was no shortage of fools, no shortage of idiots. For example, at this moment, a crude and barbaric man sat at the table next to Qinchuan.
He was tall and burly, but he was dressed in embroidered clothes and wore a government official's hat. He held a large pipe, had a mustache, and was extremely stocky. He sat there, staring blankly at Qinchuan and the Demon Lord.
But his gaze was more focused on the Demon Lord.
Qinchuan frowned slightly. This was the City of the Medicine King, and the other party was also a powerful person. Since he dared to be so unbridled, there was only one possibility. The other party's background was not ordinary, otherwise he would not dare to be so arrogant.
Hmm?
He hadn't noticed before, but now he realized that this tall and stocky man, who was dressed in embroidered clothes but gave off a nondescript feeling, was actually a demon.
This was a demon king, the Celestial Pig.
The Celestial Pig race!
This was a demon race that had been passed down from ancient times, and this person's bloodline was very pure. The Celestial Pig race had a strong reproductive ability, strong vitality, and strong adaptability. This race was still a powerful existence in the current world. Because of their long history, large numbers, and strong talent, their strength was extraordinary.
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