Only Zhao Ning and Peng Jue were left in the main hall. As soon as Shang Xia left the door, he suddenly remembered that he should invite his great-aunt back, so he turned around and looked back. He saw Peng Jue leaning forward slightly, frowning slightly, discussing something with his great-aunt. The attitude seemed to be reversed, it seemed that the great aunt was the Master Yuan Ying.
He was puzzled, but at this moment, his great-aunt's eyes calmly drifted towards him from the hall. He momentarily forgot what he was going to do, and only half nodded and walked away.
"Master Peng Jian, it's not that Zhao Ning is too talkative, but your condition seems to be not good." Zhao Ning warned.
Peng Jue poured a cup of tea by himself, not paying much attention, "I know that since I stopped transforming into a god, my strength has dropped by 60% compared to before transforming into a god, and there is still a faint trend of decline."
"If he falls completely, I'm afraid Master Peng Jing will never be able to recover." Zhao Ning said, he will become a mortal with no realm and no strength, and will reach the end of his destiny like a mortal.
This is probably the reason why every Yuanying powerful person is afraid of transforming into a god. Once transformed into a god, it cannot be stopped unless he is promoted to the Yuan Shen. If a spell is cast in the middle, the process of transforming into a god will be even longer and indefinite, not to mention... Peng Jue simply stopped midway.
Peng Jue drank the tea in one gulp and leaned back, "Promoting to the soul? It's impossible."
He poured another cup of tea and drank it in one gulp. The tea was like wine, "I can't forcefully break through the soul like Leng Shuanglong did."
When Leng Shuanglong killed her husband and achieved enlightenment, Zhao Ning was present. She knew that Leng Shuanglong had not experienced the process of becoming a god, but he had also become a soul. This seemed to be unreasonable.
"Xiao Zhao Ning, you are only over two hundred years old, and you still don't understand what transformation into a god is and what forced transformation into a god is."
He put down the teacup heavily, "Forcibly transforming into a god, cutting off the human nature, using the Dao Fruit to forcefully touch the Dao! The way to be a human being is all about love, but in order to retain some love, she, Leng Shuanglong, used the Tao for the rest of her life in exchange. The love of her true love has been cut off, and she has no chance of overcoming the calamity."
Zhao Ning's fingertips trembled slightly and she closed her eyes. She didn't understand it at the time, but now she understands a little bit.
Peng Jue didn't notice, he just shook his head and leaned back, "I, Peng Jue, don't even bother to gain such a Tao and achieve such a soul, not to mention that I betrayed her and dispelled her obsession. Mortals, forgive your sins and end this life."
Chapter 290
Yanyu is the youngest among the four, and her cultivation has not reached the foundation-building realm. She still has a curiosity about everything in the world of cultivation, and retains her desire for ordinary food. Early the next morning, Yanyu proposed to go to Yun. Go to the most prosperous restaurant in Textile City to try Yangzhou’s spiritual food.
After what happened at night, everything returned to calm, and Senior Yan was fine. Everyone felt relaxed and agreed to Yanyu's suggestion.
Peng Jue devoted himself to the great cause of refining weapons again.
Shang Xia and the others reserved a booth with the widest view in the restaurant. It was surrounded by windows on three sides. When they opened the window and looked out, they could almost see the entire street view of Yunfang City. They waited for the spiritual food to be served and lay down in front of the window to watch. The cultivators on the street bargaining for the sale of spiritual objects also have a lot of fun.
At this moment, there was a sudden noise in front of the long street. When everyone looked, they saw several cultivators wearing unified sect uniforms commandeeringly pushing the pedestrians aside and forcing them to make way for a passage.
"It seems to be someone from the Tianyang Immortal Sect." Shan Shu whispered.
Zhao Ning stood behind them, but it did not affect her sight. Compared to the Tianyang Immortal Sect that they were paying attention to, her eyes fell on a rogue car behind them.
The tiger car slowly drove out of the inner city. The two tigers were very arrogant. If a cultivator came close to take a look, they would roar extremely fiercely, and their huge fangs seemed to tear people apart in the next moment.
The carriage was not completely closed. Through several layers of misty gauze, one could only vaguely see a figure inside. But even so, Zhao Ning could not see through it even if he looked at it casually. The carriage looked ordinary. , in fact, it is blessed with at least Nascent Soul level restrictions.
But blocking his gaze, some unconcealable aura floated in the air.
It was the smell I encountered outside the city yesterday, the cold and salty smell of the deep sea in the northern cold sea.
Perhaps the attitude of this group of people and the gangsters was too strong. The originally lively streets became quiet, and the crowd moved back, allowing the gangster car to drive slowly through the middle of the road.
Until the tiger car passed under the restaurant, the hazy figure in the car seemed to raise his head and glance in their direction, stretched out his hand as if to fiddle with the gauze curtain, only the delicate white fingertips touched the invisible barrier, and turned Shrank back.
The car passed away quietly, and the crowd regrouped at the back, still following the car with their eyes.
"Who is inside?" Zhong Wenyan asked softly.
"Looking at someone so gorgeous and acting like a rogue tiger, he probably belongs to the lineage of the Tianyang Immortal Sect's leader." Shan Shu speculated.
More than a hundred years ago, when Zhao Ning came to Yangzhou, he passed by in a hurry. He didn't know much about Tianyang Immortal Sect, but he had never heard of Tianyang Immortal Sect having such a habit. However, this rogue tiger seemed familiar, and he looked very much like him. A gatekeeper somewhere.
Zhao Ning lowered his eyes, and the scattered clues were like sparks on the grassland, seeming to catch fire.
The cultivators on the road were also very curious about this and asked the same question as Zhong Wenyan in a low voice.
It's probably because the rogue bike has gone far away, and the sounds on the road are no longer covered up, and they are all gossiping.
"What kind of big shot is he? In fact, he is just the plaything of the leader of the Tianyang Immortal Sect." Someone said sarcastically.
"Don't say that." Someone reminded in a low voice, and was about to pull the speaker away, but could not stop the curiosity of some unaware people.
"What plaything? Is it the kind of plaything we understand?"
"Oh, what are you afraid of? Isn't it just a taboo?" the first person said disdainfully, "I heard that the leader of the Tianyang Immortal Sect has a taboo, who has been serving for a hundred years, and he likes it very much. However, there is another saying , this taboo is not a human race, but a demon race, so the Ye family behind the Tianyang Immortal Sect is extremely unhappy about this."
Everyone looked like they had heard big gossip and such business and private matters.
The man snorted again, "You all know that the Tianyang Immortal Sect is about to hold a thousand-year-old ceremony. The old man in this ceremony is still Ye Tianjiao's right-hand man. How can even the leader of the Tianyang Immortal Sect dare to ban | If you put it next to you, I would say it's like sending it out to avoid the limelight."
Everyone was suddenly stunned when he said this. Some people looked at the direction of the rogue car and didn't know what they were thinking. Some people also mocked, "It's really a foreign sect leader who descended from the sky. He really can't be on the stage." They had expressions of resentment, but most of them had expressions that made them happy to hear the gossip.
Zhao Ning lowered her eyes, raised her right hand, and moved her fingertips slightly. The remaining moisture in the air lingered on her fingertips.
Monster clan? The Kraken clan in the Northern Cold Sea.
"I smell the smell of sea water." Yanyu said suddenly, "Is what they gossiped about true? Are there really monsters from the sea sitting there?"
Yanyu's sense of smell was very keen, which reminded Shang Xia, and he murmured, "Monster clan in the sea... Monster clan in the sea..."
Zhao Ning turned to look at him and asked casually, "Did you see him last night?"
Shang Xia was slightly surprised. She didn't know how her great-aunt understood what he was thinking, but she didn't go into details. She just described the scene last night to Zhao Ning, passing through those corrupt scenes, focusing on describing the woman in the depths and the woman behind her. The giant fish tail possessed by man.
"That tail doesn't look like the tail of the shark clan or the ordinary fish demon clan. It looks like it is divided into several sections, long and huge, as if it is spliced together." The picture at that time and the color of the body were too shocking to Shang Xia He couldn't remember his vision clearly. He tried to describe it, "like a sea snake in disguise..."
Before he could finish his words, a scolding voice suddenly came from outside the window, "Get lost, where did you come from, you damn girl."
"Please, I only have these spiritual stones. Give me three soothing incense and let me give my brother a ride." This voice was very familiar.
Yanyu looked down and shouted in surprise, "Xiaoli!"
Xiaoli was the little girl they rescued from Shekou yesterday, but why didn't they come here today to treat her incense?
Who would have thought that when Xiaoli saw them, her eyes instantly burst out with hatred, but she was also afraid of their cultivation. She didn't even beg for An Shenxiang. Instead, she looked at her with hatred and hurriedly mixed into the crowd to stay away, as if she was afraid that they would catch up. Even murder.
Her eyes shocked Shang Xia, who felt confused and weird for a moment. Being hated by others was really not a good thing.
Shang Xia hesitated for a while and then said, "I'll go take a look."
As he said that, he turned over and jumped out of the window, chasing the little girl in the direction in which she escaped.
"Hey! Brother Xia!" Yanyu shouted and chased after him.
Zhong Wenyan and Shan Shu hesitated for a while and wanted to go, but... they looked at Zhao Ning, who was sitting on the main seat, and just said lightly, "Go."
The two of them responded to the great aunt's words and followed them through the window.
The boy downstairs in the restaurant saw someone coming out from upstairs. He ran a few steps after him in a hurry, but saw no one. He rushed to the upstairs compartment in a panic, muttering, "These cultivators, Is it possible that we are freeloading in Yunfang City?"
But as soon as he walked around the cubicle, he saw an elderly woman sitting on the main seat of the Eight Immortals Table.
The smile suddenly appeared again, "Old Immortal Master, will those guests who have gone out come back? Will the spiritual food be returned?"
"Come up." Zhao Ning said calmly, flipping through the wooden menu in her hand, her eyes falling on the drinks, "How about this Yao Meng Zui in your store?"
The boy opened his mouth and boasted, "Old Immortal Master, this Yao Meng Zui can affect the entire Yangzhou, no, now the entire Chiyang Cultivation World. One sip of the best wine, even the ancestor of Yuanying can feel the feeling of being tipsy." A sense of elation. Let’s just say that for the Qianshou Hall that is about to begin, all the drinks used are Yaomeng Zui that was brought here. How about some, the old immortal master?"
Zhao Ning pointed her finger, folded the menu piece by piece and dropped it back on the table, "A little is enough, take a spiritual pot and take it away with me."
"Okay, please wait a moment."
Zhao Ning was not in a hurry to follow Shang Xia and others to search for him. Yesterday, he counted with his fingers and found that the man was already dead and could not be saved even if his soul came to this world.
After Zhao Ning tasted the spiritual food that was so popular in the sky and the earth, she still felt that it was a bit bland, not even as memorable as the ordinary candy.
She accepted the spirit pot sent by the boy, formed the spirit stone, and then disappeared into Yunfang City.
When we settled down again, it was still in the village outside the city. Compared with yesterday, the vitality here had completely disappeared and was filled with a strong aura of death.
After walking a few steps in, there were several corpses lying on the side of the road. After a few steps, he stopped and Zhao Ning lowered his eyes. The corpse he saw at his feet was exactly the vomiting man he saw yesterday.
His eyes swept over the man's body, and there was a look of vanity on his face. This was caused by years of indulgence in desires, but after all, he was a person with one or two levels of cultivation, and would not die from such indulgence. The cause of his death was in his abdomen. There were no wounds, but his abdomen was like a hole, leaking all the vitality in his body, including the innate energy born from his mother's womb.
Zhao Ning turned around and entered the courtyard of Xiaoli's house.
Xiaoli yelled, "It's all you, it's all because of you, my brother is acting like this. He can obviously live for a few more days. Why did he lose all his life in the middle of the night after you treated him? I even lost his soul." I can’t find it. Why! You are evil cultivators, it must be you who took away my brother’s soul! I’m going to kill you! Ah!!!”
Several people allowed Xiaoli to accuse like crazy until Xiaoli used magic to control her.
"let me go!"
"Why does this person feel something is wrong?" Shan Shu said strangely, "Yesterday he almost went crazy, but he was not in such a vain state."
"Don't insult my brother!" Xiaoli shouted, "It was you who picked him up, it was you!"
This was embarrassing and unpleasant for Shan Shu and others. Zhao Ning came in just at this moment. She looked at the corpse in the same state as the corpse outside.
"Grandma," Zhong Wenyan walked up to Zhao Ning and whispered, "Yesterday we helped him clear his meridians. There is absolutely no chance of such a sudden death."
"Have you forgotten yesterday's dream?" Zhao Ning reminded calmly.
Shang Xia had already thought about this, but he approached Zhao Ning and whispered, "I was awake in my dream yesterday and didn't see him there."
Just because it is not last night, it does not mean that this person has not experienced dreams in the past.
Her eyes passed over Shan Shu and the other two people. They did not appear to be alive because of the dream, but were vaguely alive. This means that there is a further step in the dream. This step, to some extent, has already It goes without saying.
At this point, the blade of death is already hanging above my head, but why is it yesterday.
Zhao Ning lowered his eyes, and the seriously injured ghost-faced man flashed past in his consciousness. Everything became clear, and it was really you.
The rich anger in his body is common to these people, or in other words, he may use the anger of these people, or more likely it is innate anger, in an attempt to achieve a certain purpose.
Zhao Ning didn't say much, she just said, "Go and light the incense to calm the spirits, capture his soul, and send him on his way."
"Okay." Shang Xia responded.
Xiaoli was still screaming, "You don't need to send it! Don't be so kind! Get out of here!"
She was restrained by Shan Shu and could not break free. In the end, she could only feel helpless pain.
Zhong Wenyan lit the soothing incense, and Shang Xia pinched a spiritualism. The green smoke lingered, penetrating the underworld, and summoning the souls trapped somewhere.
"Just come back." someone sang.
The lost soul saw a ray of light in the darkness, but he stayed frozen in place, muttering, "No, I can't go."
He confused that light with the light in the dream sea.
Sweat dripped from Shang Xia's forehead, and he kept making hand gestures, while the soothing incense in front of the corpse was already half-burned.
Xiaoli no longer struggled, but seeing this closeness, she seemed to be more determined in her thoughts, "Look, it's you. My brother doesn't even want to come back."
