Chapter 33: Dragon God's Debut Transformation (Seeking Member Points and Votes)

  Don't be fooled by his holy magic aura, he was wounded by me, and now he's just a mediocre magician." Just then, the imprisoned old man said in a hoarse voice.

  Qī Běi's eyes flashed with golden light, and he let out a low growl as he suddenly sprang into action. The black longsword in his hand chopped out a golden sword aura that shot straight at the old man's throat like lightning.

  A metallic clanging sound rang out, and a black light suddenly appeared in the throat of the withered old corpse, like the hardest diamond, blocking Qi Bei's lightning-fast strike.

  Hehehe

  The withered old man let out a chilling, eerie laugh, his branch-like claws stretched out, and dozens of black smoke instantly wrapped around Qi Bei, lifting him into the air.

  "Even if the real body is just a low-ranking magician, killing you would be as easy as turning over one's hand." As he spoke, the withered old corpse swung his withered arm, and Qi Bei instantly flew out, heavily smashing into the black crystal wall.

  "Pffft" Qi Bei spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, his internal organs convulsing in agony.

  This is indeed the legendary magician, unexpectedly so powerful.

  A magician who has reached the realm of a senior magician is considered a true magician. At this point, the magician already possesses certain defensive capabilities that match powerful magical attacks, which is truly frightening, not to mention earth-shattering magicians.

  This withered old corpse before me was once the Saint of Black Darkness Magic, who stood at the pinnacle of the entire world. To say that his strength had fallen to that of a low-ranking magician would be an understatement - even as a novice magician, he wouldn't have been someone to be trifled with.

  Zi Bei's strength was almost comparable to that of a general Wangpin warrior, but in front of this old corpse, he couldn't withstand even one blow.

  "Contribute your soul and blood, let me recover to my heavenly strength..." The withered old man waved his staff, a string of obscure incantations spewed out of his mouth at an unimaginable speed.

  A black aura shot out from the skull at the top of the sceptre, enveloping Qi Bei who was curled up into a ball.

  In an instant, a massive suction force permeated into Qi Bei's body, as if to absorb all the essence and blood from his entire body.

  Zi Bei only felt that the blood in his body was out of control, wanting to drill out of his body. His blood vessels began to swell, and a string of blue veins bulged from all over his body. His handsome face was now full of constantly swelling blue veins, like a crawling centipede, and his eyeballs were also congested with rage, looking like an evil spirit that had crawled out of hell.

  At the same time, his soul was also being pulled out by a force, lightly and gently wanting to break free from the constraints of his body.

  "Ka ka ka......" Qi Bei gritted his teeth, the inner power of Shen Long Jue began to frantically circulate, attempting to suppress this strange and enormous suction force.

  At this time, the black long sword that fell beside Qi Bei began to tremble slightly, without touching Qi Bei's body. The information it conveyed could not enter Qi Bei's mind.

  "What a strong will! However, your struggles are futile. The old corpse seemed to be somewhat unexpected, but he didn't take it to heart. No matter how strong the will is, it can't resist his Soul Devouring Technique after all. The gap between their strengths can be described as insurmountable."

  The old corpse spoke another incantation, and the suction force suddenly doubled.

  The entire northern region began to leave the ground, and was sucked up by that enormous suction force.

  Some tiny capillaries began to rupture and seep out from the skin, flying towards the desiccated old man.

  A gurgling sound like water emerged from his throat, and a thread of fresh blood seeped out of his mouth.

  "Hahaha, little ant, give up your resistance, it's better to die quickly this way." The withered old man cackled, the stronger Qi Bei's willpower was, the stronger his soul would be, how could he not be delighted?

  At this moment, the blood color in Qibei's pupils was replaced by gold, and the humming sound in his throat also gradually became low and deep, listening to it, it seemed like a dragon's hum from afar.

  Suddenly, the withered old man felt his suction power being fixed, and a terrifying aura was emanating from Qi Bei's ghostly body.

  "Not good!" The withered old man sensed something was amiss, but the soul power that had merged into the Devouring Soul Technique could not be recalled.

  While Qi Bei lifted his head, the blue veins on his face began to subside. His pair of icy and arrogant golden pupils stared at the withered old man, as if in this instant, their identities had been swapped, and the withered old man was the one who was insignificant and tiny.

  Zi Bei's massive hand suddenly began to swell, and dense golden scales appeared on its surface. Sharp claws gleamed with a cold light, exuding an aura of destruction.

  "Dragon... Dragon's breath..." The withered old man screamed in terror, his soul power firmly trapped. If he wanted to escape, he would have to abandon it, and his strength would plummet to that of a king-grade magician or even just an advanced magician.

  "Die!" Qi Bei's icy voice thundered, as the dragon claw radiating golden light directly grasped towards the heart of the withered old man.

  The old corpse's pupils contracted again, and his body was once more covered in a wave of black thorns.

  The dragon's claw touched the black wheat, hesitated for a moment, but then the black wheat burst into pieces, and the sharp claws pierced into the dry corpse old man's chest.

  At this moment, the corpse old man's body shook violently, and he actually forcibly cut off the power of his soul, a burst of terrifying dark energy exploded instantly.

  The air wave rolled in the black crystal chamber, and Qi Bei was blown out.

  "Bastard, I'll make sure you die without a place to rest." The old corpse's angry roar continued, and the skull in his hand emitted wisps of black fog that gradually condensed into the shape of a wolf.

  "I offer my soul as a sacrifice..." At this moment, the trapped old man suddenly began to chant mysterious incantations in a strange rhythm. His face was devout and calm, but his body emitted a faint white holy light.

  A mysterious giant rune condensed and suddenly enveloped the withered old corpse.

  Such an opportunity, how could Qi Bei miss it? He let out a loud roar and two huge dragon claws pierced the heart of the dry corpse old man, one piercing his skull.

  "No..." The withered old man let out a reluctant scream, the wolf-like specter that had taken shape began to dissipate, and the skull staff fell from mid-air.

  Qī Bě extracted the dragon's claws, one of which grasped a heart that was still lightly jumping, while the other claw pulled out a lump of white and flower-like brain.

  The withered old man fell like a rotten piece of meat, and the invisible energy that dissipated from his body was greedily absorbed by the black long sword.

  His mouth twitched at the corner, under his two claws, his internal force had been consumed completely, the dragon claw began to recover into a hand, and his body also felt extremely weak in an instant.

  "Little friend, can you still make it over here?" At this time, the imprisoned old man spoke up.

  Qī Běi turned his head and was shocked to see that the old man's body was slowly becoming transparent. He dragged his heavy footsteps and walked to the old man's side, and if he hadn't used a mysterious technique to fix the withered corpse of the old man, he would have been in grave danger.