After reuniting with Yin Baishuang at the foot of the mountain, Junhe also found Bailian.
After inquiring about his connections and secret forces, he finally got the news about Xiao Bailong.
Balian was observing and copying the two purple-grade talismans in his hand. When he heard the news from Jun He, his brows furrowed tightly for a moment.
He looked up at Jun He and said solemnly: "Elder brother is saying that during the battle in Luanyou Valley three years ago, the white dragon carried my bones in its mouth and rode the wind for a million miles.
Passed through the Tiangang Wind God Formation, broke into the Thunder Heavenly Tribulation of the Gods, flew around the Nine Heavens for three months without stopping, and was finally captured by the Golden Immortal Fengxu of Weijiangshan in the immortal world? "
Yin Baishuang asked in confusion: "Why does the white dragon fly around the nine heavens for three months?"
The Nine Heavens are under the control of the immortal world and are a symbol of the nine tribulations for ascension to the gods.
Among the four realms, all those who ascend to transcend tribulations are determined by destiny, and their trajectories are recorded in the astrolabe.
If you forcibly break your destiny and cross the Nine Heavens, that would be disobeying the destiny of heaven. What does it mean to go against heaven?
Not to mention enduring the fierce winds and fierce fires of the Nine Heavens, and the day and night training of the Nine Heavens Thunder Tribulation, flying around for three months without falling.
This move is tantamount to provoking the power of Heaven, treating the order of the six realms as nothing, which will inevitably lead to suppression by the Golden Immortal.
This is thanks to the fact that those who trespass on the ninth level of heaven are true dragons that have been destroyed in ancient times. The emperor will not bear the bloodline of the dragon clan to be cut off and impose the punishment of heavenly punishment.
If not, if it had been someone else, he would have been wiped out by a thunderstorm.
After hearing this, Bailian fell silent and couldn't help but close his eyes, suppressing the thousands of emotions surging in his chest.
After a long time, he said in a dull voice: "It wants to go to Putuo Mountain to seek the Li Fire Dragon Spirit."
The dragon is the most powerful and long-lasting creature in the world. Its body can stand side by side with the gods, and its soul is born to be a saint.
Putuo Mountain, the land of Western Buddha, in ancient times, this mountain once raised a mountain-protecting true dragon.
In ancient times, there have been countless horrific disasters that shocked even the gods and immortals.
The sky fell and the mountains collapsed, and the torrent poured into the sky. It was the real dragon named "Lihuo" who burned his body, dried up the torrent, and held up the western world.
Therefore, Putuo Mountain has been able to continue to this day, and most of the immortals and gods in ancient times were also proud to continue to multiply.
The dragon's body is burned, but its soul remains forever.
There are rumors in the Six Realms that anyone who wears the bones of the deceased, tempers the dragon spirit, and bathes in the light of the soul can rekindle the fire of life.
Putuo Mountain is located in the hidden land of the west, and it is the little white dragon with the blood of the true dragon.
If you want to find this mountain, you can only keep flying in the Nine Heavens, smelling the soul power in the wind, and chasing the breath of the wind.
Although Bai Lian has survived the tribulation, he is still a demon body and cannot ascend to the fairy world.
Regarding the affairs of the Shangqing Court, they are far less knowledgeable and understanding than those in the human world.
I don’t even know who the golden immortal Fengxu is in the immortal world and what kind of power he has.
But even so, in the realm of the Pure Immortal, among those who can squeeze into the realm of the Golden Immortal, which one is an ordinary Immortal?
They are the top of the three sects who are highly respected by the emperor, such powerful men as Bailiyu, Su Guanhai and Yin Dufeng.
It is also necessary to have the great road to follow, and there will be no disaster in the monastic career. It will take thousands of years to achieve the body of a golden immortal.
Calculated in this way, this Dragon Suppressing Golden Immortal is actually more powerful than the heads of the three sects and is difficult to contend with.
Jun He saw Bai Lian's worries and sighed: "According to common sense, the immortals in the Qing Dynasty should not interfere in human affairs.
It's just that this white dragon had already ascended to China two hundred years ago to protect the Nanyao Immortal Pond.
It was not allowed to leave without the emperor's order, but it had only been flying into the pool for ten years before it disobeyed the emperor's order and entered the lower realm without authorization, violating the rules of heaven.
Although this dragon has the blood of a true dragon, it is already on the Immortal Realm's wanted list. This time Jinxian Fengxu has captured it, and it is truly worthy of its title. "
Hearing this, Bailian's heart sank and said: "Does this mean that if you want to rescue Xiao Bailong, you must negotiate head-on with the Golden Immortal Fengxu?"
Jun He couldn't understand why Bai Lian wanted to rescue Bai Long, and frowned: "With all due respect, young master, there is no need to do this. It is really unreasonable to offend a golden immortal. If young master is eager to retrieve the bones...
If Emperor Taiyin had not come forward to ask for it, Jinxian Fengxu would definitely give the emperor some face. "
Although Jun He's suggestion is good, it won't work in Bailian.
Not to mention that Balian would never abandon the little white dragon and let it suffer the pain of heavenly punishment.
Based on Balian's understanding of the little white dragon, since it was able to sense that he violated the rules of heaven two hundred years ago when he died.
Two hundred years later, he swallowed his bones and entered the ninth heaven.
He believed that it would not be too difficult for the Taiyin Emperor to come forward and ask for the bones.
But what's really difficult is that Xiao Bailong will never spit out his body and hand it over to others easily.
At that time, Jinxian Fengxu was worried that he would offend Zunxian Taiyin, so he would naturally resort to violent means.
Cut open the dragon's belly, dig out the dragon's stomach, and take the bones by force.
As a result, Xiao Bailong could not avoid suffering a lot.
Seeing Bai Lian fall silent, Jun He knew in his heart that he did not agree with his idea, so he had to retreat and continue:
"If the young master wants to protect this dragon, he doesn't have to confront Jinxian Fengxu head-on.
I also received news that Fang You, the Lord of Shifang City, has been suffering from hidden dangers and serious illnesses all year round. In recent years, the attacks have been particularly frequent and it is said that his life has been threatened.
There are secret doctors in Shifang City who offer holy prescriptions, which require gentian as medicine.
Although Shifang City is a human force, it is related by marriage to the master of Zhonghuaxian Mansion, and his daughter Fang Geyu is inextricably related to the Kunlun God Lord.
Although Fang You has not entered the Shangqing Court and is not considered the strongest in the world, many immortals in the immortal world need to look at his face.
I heard that the golden immortal Fengxu has a close relationship with Fang You. Fengxu intends to auction Yinglong at the Shifang City auction in March next year. "
It's called an auction, but in fact, no one knows that in this world, in terms of wealth, only Shifang has the most wealth.
The ancient true dragon is unique, and its whole body is filled with treasures. Shifang City has a big plan, so it will naturally give enough benefits to this Golden Immortal.
Jun He added: "Young Master, in the past three years, although you have secretly established 'One Drop of Blood' and made a lot of achievements, the development period is too short after all.
In terms of financial resources, it can only be compared with the first-class immortal sect forces, and is far less than a behemoth like Shifang City. "
Bailian thought for a moment and then said: "The auction will be held in March next year, which means there are still seven months..."
He raised his eyes and looked at Junhe, his eyes dark: "If we can swallow the underground city before this, senior brother, do you think we can compete with Shifang City?"
Junhe was really shocked by Bailian's quiet ambition.
But if you think about it carefully, it is still a method worth taking the risk.
It's just that... seven months is like annexing the mysterious forces stationed under the dark and dirty land of the human world, which is a bit of a fantasy.
Balian is not just a dreamer of unrealistic dreams. Of course he knows how difficult this matter is.
"If you want to achieve something, blind planning will definitely not work. This matter needs to be considered in the long term."
He had been trapped in the Nine Netherworld Fire for three full years, and now he was setting foot on the human world again. Of course, he needed to get familiar with this world first before making any plans.
Although the road ahead is as difficult and dangerous as a ten thousand-foot mountain, for Bai Lian, the news about Xiaobai now is great news.
According to Jun He's description, the underground dark city organization closest to where Bai Lian is at this moment is located in the Zhao Kingdom, which is 700 miles east.
The Zhao State is a small country in the middle and lower reaches of the country, and most of the immortal sects supported in the country are third-rate.
Even the National Sect is no more than a second-rate Immortal Sect. In recent years, it has been deeply poisoned by the rampant underground city.
According to Junhe's news, the king of Zhao was cowardly and greedy, and the head of his country's sect, Qingluo Palace, led him to surrender to the underground city.
Even the disciples under his own palace gate can be offered to the branch master in the underground city for secret experiments.
Complaints abounded throughout the country, and the common people were in dire straits, and the whole country was in a state of chaos.
I think it will take less than a few years for the domestic value to be squeezed out of the underground city, and I am afraid it will be easily abandoned and let other countries carve it up and cannibalize it.
By chance, Balian wanted to buy some information in the underground city.
Unlike Junhe, he has a heart-breaking memory experience, although he is familiar with both human affairs and demonic affairs.
But no matter how strong he is, he can't reach into the immortal world, so he can only do nothing about Jinxian Fengxu.
But the lord of this underground city is Zhao Wenjun, the eldest princess of Qin State. This woman has been hiding gold for many years. In terms of skills and means, she is actually above Baili Yu.
In her hands, this underground city is indeed running smoothly. In terms of selling information, no one in the Six Realms can match it.
Things that can't be found in Jun He's hands may be found in the underground city.
Based on the distance traveled by Bailian, Yin Baishuang, and Ying Ji, the journey of 700 miles only took an hour.
Junhe had already prepared the conditions for Baili'an to enter the underground city, but it turned out that Junhe still overestimated the strength of the king of Zhao.
Before everyone in Bailian entered the city, they happened to witness the fall of Zhao State with their own eyes.
The gates of the capital of the State of Zhao were wide open, and countless people filed out carrying parcels and bags, holding their children.
Outside the city wall, no large army was seen pressing the border.
In the city, there are no more smoke and horns, only swords and swords are seen, killing all over the city.
It's just that the sharp sword energy did not fall on the ordinary people in the city who were not familiar with cultivation.
Occasionally, a wisp of sword energy cut into the crowd, but what it killed was the monk in the city who was trying to confuse the ordinary people and escape from the country.
Bai Lian's sword landed on the city's head, looking through the bloody storm, he watched the swords flying endlessly in the sky, with their green postures and sword robes hunting.
The totem emblem of the black and red fire-walking night unicorn looks like clouds under the blood-stained sunset. Its charm and grace are beyond the comparison of ordinary immortal monks.
Balian's eyes couldn't help but have complicated emotions.
As soon as he left Zhongyou, he bumped into a disciple of the Tianxi Sword Sect.
Balian couldn't help but suspect that Jun He might have arranged this on purpose. In the main sword formation crisscrossing the sky, Balian also saw a familiar figure from behind.
I saw the Snow-Cleaning Sword sweeping across the air, the sword energy forcefully coming out and then withdrawing, the explosive power was astonishing and overbearing with a hint of distant ancient cold. The space suddenly became cold, the sword energy left traces in the wind, and the sharp aura was swirling in the wind. Frost is like dust.
In the northwest, troops were concentrated to protect the king of Zhao, who was preparing to fight to the death and break out of the city with more than a thousand people.
Under the sweeping sweep of this traceable sword energy, a spiritual node three inches below his neck exploded instantly, blood suddenly appeared, and his entire body was wiped clean by the sword.
More than a thousand elite troops lost their mobility in an instant and could not even hold the heavy sword in their hands. They whined and screamed and fell down one after another like onions.
Only the Yongjun stood there in shock and fear, with tears streaming down his face.
Yun Rong just stood calmly and quietly in the void. In the golden light of the setting sun, her black clothes and black hair made her skin white and snowy, her neck slender, her pair of autumn water ruffles clear and bright, and her brows as bright as plum blossoms.
Even in this bloody carnage, her posture was a bit cold and leisurely.
The sword in her hand was filled with murderous intent, but no one was hurt when the sword was drawn.
I saw Yun Rong raising his slender and graceful hands and gently picking up the slightly loose sword robe on his body.
She calmly glanced at the tragic situation in the city, tilted her fair face slightly, and ordered an inner disciple behind her: "Capture those prisoners and hand them over to Second Senior Sister for interrogation."
The young disciple had already bowed his hands and was about to answer yes.
At this moment, an even stronger and hemp-like wind blew up from a high place. The strong wind shook the city towers on the ground, and the deep sound of dragons and swords sounded like the sonorous shouts of thousands of soldiers and horses, but also like gods. The giant palm wipes away all traces of life.
The wind tore their clothes, and the heads of the more than a thousand monks rolled down like ripe fruits falling from the trees.
Blood dyed the ground red, and even the strong winds carried a strong smell of blood.
Although the people fleeing for their lives in the city knew that their lives were not threatened, they still couldn't help but scream and cry when they saw this bloody scene.
Balian suddenly felt some subtle fluctuations in the breath beside him. He felt something in his heart and looked over.
At the tall building where the mountains and the sky meet in the distance, a man wearing a black and red sword robe stood in the setting sun that looked like blood bathing. He seemed to be incompatible with this killing battlefield, so strange and quiet.
As if he was about to melt into the sky, it was difficult to feel the slightest warmth on the sword robe that he once wore so vigorously.
He walked down the tall building step by step, and the thick and almost solidified blood on the red-painted wooden steps quickly stained the white soles of his boots. The man's palm was firmly pressed on the unsheathed sword at his waist.
That sword is no longer the world-famous Shenglong, but an ordinary Dao sword that can be seen everywhere in the immortal sect.
"Don't kill me...don't kill me...it has nothing to do with me...it really has nothing to do with me..."
When the king of Zhao Kingdom saw the coming person, he seemed to be scared out of his mind.
His legs were shaking like a sway, and he couldn't even bear the habit of calling himself "I".
He rubbed his hands in front of his chest in panic, begging for mercy in a humble and pitiful manner.
Bailiyu's face was expressionless, and even his eyes seemed to be staring straight into the abyss.
He didn't look sideways, and when he passed by Na Yongjun of Zhao State, he even took his hand off the sword at his waist.
The voice of the King of Zhao suddenly disappeared. He was cut in half and fell into a pool of blood, making no sound anymore.
Bailiyu raised his eyes, glanced at Yun Rong with a cold gaze, and said in a low voice: "There are no prisoners among the evil disciples."
Only then did Balian discover that his former father was the Master of Swords in the World, the first of the Seven Young Masters of the Qin Kingdom, and the most handsome man among all the nations.
At this time, the hair was already gray and rotten, and it was full of death.
The eyes that were once as bright as sword stars seemed to be drowning in a turbid quagmire, and no trace of their brilliance could be seen anymore.
