In just a few breaths, Long Yuan was completely devoured by these more than a hundred young monks. Like the birds on the dome, he was annihilated until he returned to nothingness.
The aura of the people below actually jumped up a level just because of Xi and this little bit of Long Yuan. Some of the young monks at the front were even about to break through their own small realm, which was extremely shocking.
At this time, Xihe once again returned to his original lazy look with his hands on his chin, glanced at the crowd lightly and said:
"Okay, okay, Xingyu will take them to stay, and the rest will go back to their tribes. Let's disperse."
"Yes! Xihe, sir!"
The monk named Xingyu led the others sitting in a row and agreed in unison.
This Xingyu is also an overly young monk in the Concentration Realm. He has a pair of bright orange pupils with a hint of golden light, his hair is also orange, and his handsome appearance is as natural as a miniature sculpture.
As if there was no need to say it clearly, everyone knew who "they" Xi He was talking about, and the eyes of those who left all had strong envy in their eyes, but no one dared to say even a few words.
After these young monks turned into birds and scattered, except for Xihe and Yinghong who were at the head, only Xingyu and four or five powerful young monks were left standing in the hall of Nuo Da.
What’s interesting is that the auras exuded by these young people are very similar, but their dressing styles are completely different.
For example, a handsome young man named Xingyu, who is thin and wears a long robe that is indistinguishable from the Kyushu monks. At first glance, he is no different from a human being. However, some people are just like Yinghong, they are all primitive and unique. Wildness is in sharp contrast to Xingyu.
"What, how many of you are there today?"
Xihe seemed not to have cared about how many people were there at all. He raised his eyebrows and realized that there were only a handful of people left.
"Ahem, sir, it's my clan's turn to teach this year, and most of the students have gone to the Sifengyi adults."
Yinghong coughed awkwardly and reminded her at the right time.
"Oh, that's it. Hey, then why are you by my side?"
"Well…"
"Haha, just kidding you, I'm a bit sleepy, but I'm not an old fool yet!"
Xihe's teasing made Yinghong feel angry and annoyed, but she still didn't dare to break out, which caused low laughter from below. It was obvious that these young people had much less respect for Xihe than Yinghong.
At least in private.
However, when the conversation changed, Xihe suddenly stopped all his laziness and glanced at Xingyu and the others like a hawk. The powerful aura of a superior immediately made the young men straighten their backs. Don't dare to laugh even a little bit more.
"As you can see, I was injured just now."
Xi He's words were like a ground-breaking shock. Except for Ying Hong, who had already guessed, the four or five young Concentration Realm monks all took a deep breath, their smart heads short-circuited, and they were all dumbfounded.
Xi and the adults were actually injured!
There are still people in the world who can hurt Xi and the adults!
who is it?
Could it be the rumored messenger from the upper realm?
He must be an immortal from the Void Refining Realm! ! !
They looked at me and me, and I looked at you. No one dared to use their spiritual thoughts to send messages, but the words rotting in their stomachs were exactly the same.
Seeing their ridiculous expressions, Xihe chuckled and said:
"Although I can't ascend, for now, there are really very few people in this world who can hurt me."
These words immediately made a few people feel at ease. After all, Xihe also knew what a transcendent existence he, including the other eight, held in the entire ethnic group.
Not to mention their death, even their injuries as he said, would be a serious blow to the faith of the ethnic group.
The conversation changed and Xihe said again:
"I just had a trace of my spiritual thoughts wandering outside and was killed by someone. Although that person's cultivation was far inferior to mine, it was his soul that killed me, which made me a little surprised."
"Soul spirit?"
Yinghong blurted out and asked.
"Yes, the soul essence is the ultimate form that can be formed after the soul of the soul-returning monk is strong enough to separate the spiritual thoughts. Its power can reach at least 10% of its own soul. But generally Speaking of which, few people can easily condense the essence of the soul, because once it is damaged, it will be like a monk burning or sacrificing his true essence, and the consequences can be imagined."
"I see."
Everyone nodded in understanding.
Xi He's meaning is obvious. His spiritual thoughts may still be extremely powerful, but facing a monk who dares to condense his spirit soul, it is normal to suffer a small loss.
"Well, this person's cultivation may have reached the late stage of returning to the spirit or even higher. I think he may be planning to create an external incarnation to try to resist the ascension catastrophe. Otherwise, there is no need to condense such a powerful soul essence."
Xihe just held his chin with one hand, gently tapped the huge stone seat with the other hand, and said softly.
Regarding his confession of failure in front of the juniors, he did not show any shame on his face, but became calmer and calmer. The young men did not understand what Xi and the adults wanted, so they could only stare at him in silence.
"Okay, having said all that, does anyone dare to investigate for me?"
The corners of his mouth curled up, and Xihe's voice began to slowly return to a playful and lazy tone.
"Master Xihe, you are the leader of the Nine Dragons. If the enemy can even kill your spiritual thoughts, wouldn't it be a waste if we go there?"
Everyone looked at me and I looked at you. It took a while before someone spoke first.
The speaker was a young man standing next to Xingyu. His majestic figure and deep voice gave people a very intuitive sense of honesty.
Xihe still glanced at him with a faint smile, as if he didn't care about the man's stage fright, and then turned his attention to Xingyu.
"Xingyu?"
However, after just saying his name, Xingyu backed down without changing his expression before he could finish the sentence, which made Xihe look dumbfounded.
"Cowardsless people."
Yinghong gestured with her mouth, but didn't dare to say anything.
However, his actions were seen by another person in the audience. He couldn't help but snorted coldly and said loudly:
"Sir, Yun Chen is willing to go!"
Seeing this, Xihe glanced at the young man named Yun Chen who was standing next to him in surprise, and the look of surprise on his face became even stronger.
This person is wearing a robe as black as ink, which is different from Yinghong's wild and natural appearance, and also different from Xingyu or Xihe. To be more precise, it is similar to the standard disciple robes in some sects in Kyushu. It is tight and capable. But without losing temperament and grace.
"Yun Chen? I remember that you are a descendant of Cang Yuan, right?"
These words immediately made Yun Chen feel embarrassed, "Master Xindao, I have been cultivating here for how many years, and you don't even remember who my ancestors are?"
"Yes."
Seeing the unnatural look on Yun Chen's face, Xi He laughed immediately, feeling like a child who had succeeded in playing tricks on him.
"It's a joke, don't take it seriously. Of course I remember who you are, and I also know whose bloodline has advanced the fastest recently. By the way, how is Cangyuan?"
Xi He's words immediately benefited Yun Chen immensely. He was praised by Xi He, the leader of the Nine Dragons Elders, and he felt like a spiritual light could be emitted from the top of his head.
Looking at the other people somewhat provocatively, Yun Chen said loudly again:
"Hui Xi and my lord, my ancestor is still in seclusion. It is said that it may take another hundred years."
"A hundred years, a hundred years, time passes so slowly!"
Xihe first sighed with emotion, then looked at the few people who had not yet spoken, and asked:
"Xingyu and Giantan have given up, but Yunchen is willing to go. What about you, Zijing and Chiyue?"
The other two young men named Zi Jing and Chi Yue looked at each other and shook their heads in rejection like the previous two.
"Cowardsless people."
To paraphrase Yinghong's words, but this time the sound coming from Yun Chen's mouth reached my ears.
However, a few people were not angry when they heard this. After all, the boss who could kill Xi and Shen Nian could kill them ten thousand times with just one look. Fear of the strong was never a shameful thing.
But they all also understand that risks often coexist with opportunities. As the noblest rulers of the ethnic group, Jiulong Lao and Sifengyi, even though they have achieved great cultivation in their hometown, they have never been able to step out of their ancestral court. They will not go. Naturally, someone will go for Xi and the adults.
Now that Yun Chen has taken the initiative to ask for help, Xi and his Excellency will definitely not treat him badly.
Sure enough, just when everyone refused, Xi He flicked his finger, and Yun Chen had no time to react, and a drop of bright red blood flew straight into his mouth.
"Essence and blood! Zulong's essence and blood!"
Including Xingyu, who was first named by Xihe, everyone's eyes were filled with surprise at first, then envy, and finally deep regret.
Especially Xingyu, who was the first to refuse, besides still roaring crazily in his heart, all he wanted now was to slap himself hard on the ears.
When a drop of essence and blood entered the body, Yun Chen's whole aura was lifted by 10% out of thin air again, and even his body became three points stronger. Everyone also understood that this drop of blood and essence entered the body of Xi He, and Yun Chen stepped on it. Entering the spirit realm is basically a certainty.
Immediately afterwards, Xi He swung his five-color robe with wide sleeves, and a left arm covered with scales stretched out from it. Then he directly pulled out a shining scale from it and threw it to Yun Chen again.
"Drink my essence and blood, get my dragon scales, the world is so big, you can go it alone!"
Xi He curled his lips, and the temperament of a superior person was fully revealed.
"Thank you, Master Zuzu!"
Just this drop of essence and blood can at least be worth Yun Chen's hundreds of years of hard work!
The most important thing is that this drop of essence and blood has almost paved the way for him to advance in the future. He is sure that in at least two thousand years, he will be able to step into the spirit-returning realm and become the most shining and dazzling one in the Cangyuan lineage. The genius!
However, although the unprecedented improvement in strength made him more confident and inflated, the more he became so, the heavier his awe for Old Jiulong became.
"It is said that the Jiulong elders are on par with each other, but Xi and Sir are probably a bit stronger than the Cangyuan ancestors."
Yun Chen was secretly shocked.
His achievements today are mainly due to the respect of Patriarch Cangyuan, who also gave him a ray of spiritual protection!
But today, a drop of Xihe's essence and blood actually allowed him to break through several barriers in a row, and his state was close to the perfection of the middle stage of concentration, which fully shows how terrifying the legendary "first ancestor" is.
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