C572 The Southern Kingdom

"The world of the South is terrifying, and the laws here are surging. A few days ago, I sensed that an ancient well of Laws had appeared. It was like an ocean. Although it disappeared in an instant, it truly appeared. If my guess is correct, there might be secrets related to this world within the Southern Kingdom! " A fierce look appeared in Ying Zhao's eyes, "This is also another reason why I'm staying here. I won't become a Sovereign. I won't go back! "

Hong Zheng suddenly understood why Wei Zhongli chose the Golden Great Dao, avoided the law of Donghuang, and stepped onto the Dao Integration Stage to become a Sovereign.

"Isn't it possible to avoid the law of Donghuang?" Hong Zheng asked.

"En. In Green Emperor's era, there was a man called Wei Zhongli. He was ready to avoid the law of Donghuang and walk on an ancient path. There was another path called the Heaven Connecting Bone Path. This path contained a great secret. Even some Great Sovereigns followed this path. I've been searching for it." Ying Zhao said.

"That's why I understand what you're thinking. If you want to establish yourself in the Southern Country, you need a suitable identity. You don't need to be hunted down by others, and you need to settle down here peacefully. Am I right?" Ying Zhao asked.

"If you want to return to the Donghuang, I can't help you. The suppression was too great. The barrier between the Southern Country and the Donghuang was so strong that even the Great Sovereigns were attacking Bupo. However, it was much easier to come from the Donghuang to the Southern. There were a lot of rogue cultivators from the Donghuang in the Southern Country, and they were all experts." Ying Zhao said," If you want to merge into this place, you must become a cultivator of the Southern Country! "

" Transform into a devil, become a psychic, and become a psychic, one of the types of people who are separated from each other. Furthermore, if you continue to maintain the state of the Donghuang Myriad Clans... In less than three years, you will be poisoned, and the Primordial Spirit will become Immortal." Ying Zhao looked at Hong Zheng with a fierce gaze, "Are you looking for a way back within three years, or are you going to transform into a devil? Transform into a South Country Cultivator, you have to consider it carefully!"

Hong Zheng became silent. If he returned within three years, unless it was those experts from the Donghuang who had been searching for countless years in the Southern Country, they might be able to grasp one or two ancient paths. With his current cultivation base, even if he returned, he would be immediately sensed by the two great Sky Reaching King. They would come and hunt him down again.

He couldn't go back, but he had to settle down. There was only one way - to transform into a devil!

"I understand your feelings. I was the same back then." Ying Zhao spoke. Then, he retreated ten li and looked at Hong Zheng from afar. "Look at me!"

Along with his loud shout, under Hong Zheng's shocked gaze, Ying Zhao changed!

His body quickly enlarged, and his entire body was covered with black scales. It flickered with a metallic luster. A ferocious bone spur quickly stretched out from the Spine. It was lined up in a row and rushed into the clouds. It was very sinister. His head was also rapidly enlarging. It turned into a dragon head. His handsome face had become incomparably ferocious at this moment. The dragon horns were complicated and emitted a divine light.

A tail stretched out from his butt and dragged behind him. It was sixty meters long. The sawtooth was neatly arranged. It was still in human form, but it was much fiercer. He stood there, cutting the void in half. His entire body was filled with primal fog. It was as if he was standing in primal chaos, appearing hazy and dreamlike.

He was three thousand zhang tall, towering into the clouds. He held a long spear in his hands, bone joints on his arms even growing sharp spikes that were like steel blades. With a weng weng sound, even the void was split apart.

An extremely ferocious aura rose from his body. His aura was many times stronger than that of the pure-blooded Barbarian Clan. He was an old monster that had lived for at least ten thousand years.

His eyes were like a pair of blood lanterns as they erupted with a dazzling light.

The entire Exile Zone was silent. Everything was under his control.

"Hong Zheng, do you see that? This is my true body now, so... I can't go back!" Ying Zhao said once again.

"Sender... which expert did you touch?" Hong Zheng asked in surprise.

To become a Perceptor, one had to be able to directly touch the body of a supreme expert. One also had to obtain the recognition of an expert, otherwise, it would be difficult to succeed. However, the Ying Zhao in front of him had succeeded. Furthermore, with his current condition... Better suited for battle.

An earth-shattering pressure came from Ying Zhao's body, and it felt like it was going to break Hong Zheng into pieces. This was the result of Ying Zhao's intense suppression. If Ying Zhao let go of ___... * Hong Long...... *

Ying Zhao's body shook, and all the bone spikes retracted. After that, he once again transformed into the appearance of a divine jade and appeared in front of Hong Zheng.

"I can bring you here. This is the corpse of the first ancestor of the Donghuang Myriad Clans that came to the Southern Country." Ying Zhao said. After that, he brought Hong Zheng across tens of thousands of miles and arrived at the core area of the Exile Zone.

In the core area, a thatched cottage appeared. It wasn't big. It was covered with dust. He brought Hong Zheng in and pushed open the door. The layout of the thatched cottage was very simple. There was only one bed. There was a table, a chair, and nothing else.

On the bed, there was a corpse that was only a meter long. Hong Zheng's pupils shrank when he saw the corpse.

Dragon!

It was a real dragon!

It was only a meter long, and its entire body was pitch black. Its black scales looked like they were made of steel. It flickered with a cold luster. It was extremely sinister and terrifying. Two dragon whiskers reached out from its mouth, and its dragon horns became dim and dim. This dragon corpse had already passed away in meditation. There was not a trace of essence, energy, and spirit in his body. Its life force had been extinguished.

"His name is Loong Mozi. He is one of the first batch of people to come to the Donghuang Myriad Clans of the Southern Country. Originally, it was a Five-clawed Golden Dragon that absorbed the essence of the Southern Kingdom for a long period of time. In the end, it transformed into a devil dragon." Ying Zhao looked at the dragon corpse with admiration in his eyes.

"The first batch of people who came are all very great. They came here to explore the secrets of the world and the stability of Donghuang. However, after they died, they didn't return to their roots, even their corpses fell in the other side." Ying Zhao said.

When Hong Zheng saw Loong Mozi, a sense of familiarity welled up in his heart. Strictly speaking, he was also a True Dragon. He had forged the foundation of a True Dragon, and once he grew, he would become a super True Dragon.

He was from the same bloodline as Loong Mozi.

"Actually, when Loong Mozi came here, he was only twelve years old. He had just given birth to a dragon. During that chaotic era, countless Donghuang Myriad Clans came to this place one after another. Of course, Loong Mozi knew that a young dragon like him had come to the Southern Country. What did it mean? He would be completely demonized and turn into a South Country Cultivator. His cultivation base was at the Heaven Connecting, but he had no hope of becoming a Sovereign. In the end, his lifespan would be cut off. He died here. If he was in the Donghuang, he would be able to live even longer. Perhaps he could live until now. The lifespan of all the cultivators who came to the Southern Country would decrease drastically. For example, I don't have much time left to live." Ying Zhao's tone was somewhat downcast.

"Senior, how much longer do you have left?" Hong Zheng asked.

"Why are you asking this? Do you want me to die early?" Ying Zhao curled his lips, "It's not that long. I can only live for about fifty thousand years."

Fifty thousand years?

Hong Zheng almost bit his own tongue off.

Fifty thousand years wasn't long?

Give me another five thousand years and I will be able to break through this world!