手心影视

At a time when he should be absorbing the inheritances with all his might, this kid was hitting the cold pool used for healing!

“There really seems to be more!”

“Continue!”

“More!”

“Very good, very good!”

“I want more, more!”

Seeing that Feng Xia was becoming more and more engrossed in playing with water, the old flood dragon finally let out a low shout in an attempt to make this young man realize his mistake. “Jiao Jiao! Wake up!”

“Jiao Jiao! Wake up quickly!”

“This is not the time to be engrossed. Wake up quickly and continue with the inheritances of the 10,000 Dragons Painting!”

No matter what, this was the last member of the East Sea Flood Dragon Clan.

Therefore, Jiao Jiao must accept the inheritance!

“Ah?” Feng Xia finally stopped what he was doing and looked over in shock. “Senior, are you seeing things because you’re old? I’m completely fine. Does it look like I’m asleep?”

He felt a little sorry for Jiao Qingtu.

What kind of calamity had such a terrifying expert encountered, which resulted in not a single member of the huge East Sea Flood Dragon Clan being able to survive? Even this expert himself had suffered such terrifying injuries?

Then again, could it be that this old senior was seeing things…

If that was the case, should he consider imparting the Sword-Heart to Jiao Qingtu?

“Seeing things? Asleep?”

Jiao Qingtu was choked speechless. His turbid old eyes widened as he looked at the young man’s innocent appearance. For a moment, he let his chest rise and fall violently, but it was difficult for him to say a complete sentence.

Snap! Snap! Snap!

Biu Biu Biu!

A few consecutive explosions rang out as a few wounds opened up on Jiao Qingtu’s body, blood splattering everywhere as the metallic stench spread out.

Jiao Qingtu was about to reach out to press on the wounds when there was a sudden cracking sound and one of his hands broke at the wrist.

The old flood dragon bent down to pick up the broken hand, but with a puff, one of his eyeballs slid down and rolled far away on the ground.

Feng Xia was so shocked that he could not even speak.

Initially, he thought that this senior Jiao Qingtu was extremely powerful. Therefore, even though he was seriously injured, he was still able to travel thousands of miles to the Demon Capital, and then brought him here to receive the inheritance of the East Sea Flood Dragon Clan.

However, looking at the current situation…

Old buddy, this does not seem to be a matter of whether your injuries are serious or not!

Jiao Qingtu seemed to be the kind of… the kind of… corpse that had already been dead for at least a few days and had started to rot!

However, it was obvious that Jiao Qingtu was still alive. Not only could he communicate with others freely, but he could also circulate his magical power and bring Feng Xia to the cold pool to receive the inheritance. This was really quite strange.

“Senior… are you alright?”

“It’s fine, it’s fine. It’s just a small problem. You’ll get used to it.”

However, Jiao Qingtu acted as if nothing had happened. He waved his rough and skinny hand at Feng Xia and popped back the broken hand. Then, he used his magical power to retrieve the eyeball that had rolled away and stuffed it back into his eye socket.

The entire process was smooth, as if it had been done many times before.

After the parts on his body returned to their original positions, the old man looked coldly at Feng Xia with a look of disappointment and immediately shouted sternly, “What’s wrong with you, kid? Don’t forget that you’re still receiving the inheritances of the Ten Thousand Dragon Cave! If you want to play with water, after you have received the inheritance and return to the East Sea, you can play for as long as you want!”

“But I’m cultivating!”

Feng Xia could not help but retort and said sincerely, “Although it looks like I’m playing around, and what I’m doing also looks like I’m playing around, you have to believe that I’m really cultivating hard!”

There was probably no other person in this world… who worked so hard at playing in the water for the sake of cultivation.

Feng Xia thought for a moment and added, “Senior, there’s something you don’t know. On the surface, I look like I’m playing with water, but in fact, I’m using this method to understand the world and feel the rhythm of the Great Dao imprinted in the cold pool…”

“Nonsense and rubbish!”

At this point, Jiao Qingtu interrupted Feng Xia and shouted angrily, “Although there is Dao to be attained in everything in the world, to be able to do this, you would need to be at the True Spirit Realm. If you are, why do you still need to accept this old man’s inheritance?”

You should choose a more reasonable story if you want to brag!

Boasting in front of a Dharma Characteristic Realm cultivator, did he not think about how to spell the word “death”?

At the thought of this, Jiao Qingtu’s head hurt again. He raised his hand and dug into his temples again, as if doing this could alleviate the pain.

“But…” Feng Xia wanted to say something else.

“There are no buts,” Jiao Qingtu’s expression was stern as he spoke with a thunderous voice. “My clan values strength the most. Since you say that you are cultivating, then show me the results of your cultivation!”

Kaboom—

The 10,000 Dragons Painting shook violently and pale dragons flew out one after another, filled with similar but different auras. At the same time, they roared and pounced towards Feng Xia. There were already more than 50 of them!

The only thing they had in common was…

They were cold!

It was a chill that froze one’s soul. Every pale dragon represented a Dragon Clan inheritance related to coldness and mystic yin. There were divine powers, cultivation techniques and secret techniques!

“Prove to me that you’re really cultivating!”

“I’ll prove it!”

Feng Xia was speechless.

However, although he was speechless, his movements were not slow at all. When the dragons attacked, he had already punched out both fists with interlocked fingers. With one strike, the Eight Notes of the Celestial Dragon was instantly formed!

“Kid, even if this is a pure Dragon Clan divine power, if it’s not Mystic Yin…”

Halfway through his sentence, Jiao Qingtu heard Feng Xia spit out a few words, “Mystic Yin Mode.”

Jiao Qingtu: “?!”

Clang—

In the next moment, the invisible bell wave became tangible. Inch by inch, snow-white frost condensed from the void and pale fog filled the surroundings, like cold moonlight sweeping across the ground. In an instant, it froze the oncoming dragon figures!

Not only that, but the frost was also spreading crazily into the distance. In the blink of an eye, it turned this valley into a silvery white world!

There was only a silver color for 30 miles!

“Uh…”

In an instant, Jiao Qingtu felt as if his neck was being strangled. His face turned green and purple and he could not even say a word.

After a few seconds of silence, perhaps because of his elevated blood pressure, his two eyeballs popped out at the same time.

“Ah! My eyes—”

He searched for his eyeballs in a panic and heard a calm voice enter his ears as it was smiling.

“Senior, do you think this is enough?”