Chapter 370 (2/2)

It has been a year since the temple began to recruit disciples.

Zhao shu, Zhang Fu, Yu Ming and others became more and more anxious, while Huang Peng and Su Yan were also so.

Although Huang Xiaolong often closed down, he has never been closed for such a long time.

Inside the Xumi temple, Huang Xiaolong's body slowly condenses and finally comes back completely. Huang Xiaolong's body radiates a light golden glow, just like the light of a dragon ball.

When Huang Xiaolong's body was completely condensed, the dragon ball flew into his body again, and the congenital dragon Yuan constantly poured into every corner of Huang Xiaolong's body.

But this time, as soon as the Dragon Ball leaked out, it was absorbed by Huang Xiaolong, refined and fused, and did not expand as before.

Huang Xiaolong is suspended in the air.

The black and blue spirits of the two dragons, coiled in the sky above Huang Xiaolong, also continue to absorb the congenital dragon yuan of dragon beads.

At this time, the black and blue dragon spirits were nearly 200 Zhang long, and the dragon body was twice as strong as before.

So, in the past six months, that is, nearly three years after Huang Xiaolong closed down, suddenly, Huang Xiaolong opened his eyes, and a terrible breath swept out of Huang Xiaolong.

With Huang Xiaolong's body as the center, the waves of terror break out continuously. Huang Xiaolong seems like an archaic dragon who has been sleeping for thousands of years. At this moment, he finally wakes up!

Huang Xiaolong is suspended in the air and slowly falls to the ground. He looks at his hands and looks at the body which has been reshaped by the dragon ball and the congenital dragon yuan. There is no flaw in the body.

Now, his body than before, more perfect, comparable to the body of the ancient dragon emperor!Because his body was reshaped by dragon beads and congenital dragon yuan, his strength and defense were much better than before. Huang Xiaolong felt that even if he used ordinary magic weapons, it was difficult to destroy his body.

However, this is not the most important thing. Huang Xiaolong finds that he has broken through to the third level of Holy Land! And it's the peak of the third level of Holy Land!

The congenitally Longyuan among the Dragon beads actually made him reach the peak of the third level of Holy Land!

Huang Xiaolong was shocked and hard to believe. Although he did not know how long he had been closed for this time, it should not be more than 10 years. It should be noted that some of the strongmen of the holy land could not break through from the first level of the holy land to the third level of the holy land, let alone the peak of the third level of the Holy Land in 300 years.

What's more, dragon ball, it seems to have been completely integrated with his body?!

At the center of his brow, there is a mysterious golden rune. This golden rune is the transformation of dragon beads. It is the ancient font of the dragon clan! It's extremely small. If you don't look closely, you can't find it.

Huang Xiaolong stood there like an archaic God.

In the ancient times, some archaic gods practiced to a certain extent. They had magical power and some mysterious runes in their eyebrows.

Huang Xiaolong felt the strength in his body. After a long time, he slowly calmed down. He took out a set of blue brocade robes, put them on, and came out of Xumi temple.

This time, I'm afraid that my parents, zhao shu and others are in a hurry.

”It's the young master!” As soon as Huang Xiaolong came out, zhao shu and Zhang Fu found Huang Xiaolong. They were both overjoyed and cried.

As soon as Zhao Shu and Zhang Fu's voices fell, the figures surged. Huang Peng, Su Yan, Huang Xiaohai and Huang Min all came out of the room in a hurry.

”Dragon, you're out!” Su Yan came forward and said happily.

Huang Xiaolong smiles at his mother, nods, then turns his head and asks zhao shu, ”how long has it been since I closed up this time?”

”It's been almost three years since I went back to Shaozhu.” Zhao Shu said with a respectful smile.

Three years? Huang Xiaolong nods, OK, not too long.