Its head was pressed against the bow of the boat and it was squirming forward. Without Qin Keyuan's magic power to maintain it, the awning boat might collapse in an instant.
"Are you...are you...the Yinglong God...the divine envoy..." It almost squeezed into the mouth of the tent and stared at Qin Keyuan closely, "Are you...are you here...to take us away..."
Qin Keyuan took Zhao Ning back two steps. Zhao Ning raised his eyes. His uncle's brows were filled with suspicion. He obviously didn't recognize his statement.
"Your Excellency, you are wrong..." Before he finished speaking, the dragon suddenly widened his eyes, as if gathering the last bit of consciousness to confirm, hatred suddenly gathered in his eyes, "No, no... you are not! You are a pulse thief... Pulse-stealing bastard!"
Qin Keyuan hugged Zhao Ning and abandoned the boat to escape. At the same time, "Ah -" the dragon suddenly went crazy and smashed the awning boat with his head.
Almost passing by the fragments of the ship's hull, it flew thousands of feet into the sky, and the huge waves carried by the dragon followed closely behind.
The edgeless sword was ready to go. Zhao Ning looked down from his arms. The huge waves approaching quickly were reflected in his dark eyes. The cold color in his eyes became colder and colder, and the marks of the Nine Spirits Conferring God Technique between his eyebrows gradually turned pale.
However, the top of the huge wave was only three feet away from them, but it seemed that it reached the top, and then collapsed and retreated.
Blood surged out of the dragon's mouth, rolling like a river, its scales peeled off piece by piece, and its body fell out of control, but its voice was covered in blood and grunted as it shouted, "The founder is no more, the shrine is no more, and the divine envoy is no more... Hahahahaha …”
Boom - it hit the river hard, and the whole river area was dyed red with blood. Soon, the river area returned to calm, and the dragon was dead.
"Uncle Master, look at the sky." Sensation reminded Zhao Ning that the threat came from higher places.
The dragon fell from the sky at first, and the thick clouds in the sky were pushed away by the fall. The scene higher up in the thick clouds appeared, with bursts of brilliance and heavy pressure. It was a fight above the soul.
"Let's go first." Qin Keyuan frowned, shattering the void with Zhao Ning, and escaped thousands of miles away.
They landed on the plains to the east of Zhuohua Mansion, out of the thick clouds and far away from the center of the fighting. The sky here was cloudless, blue and clean. Looking at the high sky where they came from, they could vaguely see the fighting between the five forces. It was extremely high, almost close to them. The sky curtain, so that every time the mana collides, the sky curtain seems to be broken, but at this moment, when it is about to be broken, a purple light flashes and then recovers.
A high-level fight spans space. This period of fighting was high in the sky when it came, and then it completely disappeared from there and went to an unknown place. The sky within sight has returned to calm.
Qin Keyuan checked Zhao Ning's situation, "Fortunately, it didn't affect your soul." The eyebrows had disappeared when the dragon fell into the river, and her face turned pale because her mortal body was shattering into the void. Even if it is protected, it is still somewhat affected.
He gathered up the Zhao Ning cloak, put on her hood, raised his eyes, and his consciousness swept across the field. After a while, the sound of horse hooves came galloping, and a one-horned leopard (bó) raised its feet high, slowed down, and honestly The ground stopped before them.
This beast looks like a wild horse, with a single horn, a white body and a black tail. It can eat tigers and leopards, and is extremely ferocious. However, it is as docile as a horse at the moment and plays the role of a horse.
Qin Keyuan put Zhao Ning on the Dujiaoguan's back and drove the Dujiaoguan to the north to continue their journey.
The one-horned jig can be regarded as half a strange beast. It is able to surrender like this not only because of the pressure of Qin Keyuan's Nascent Soul, but also the pressure of Yinglong's bloodline. However, the theory of the dragon dying...stealing its pulse?
Zhao Ning turned her head and raised her eyes to look at him. She said nothing, but her eyes were curious. The derogatory term "stealing pulse" would not arouse Zhao Ning's suspicion of Qin Keyuan, but was the master uncle really not Ying Long? Then what happened to the appearance of Shixu Yinglong before?
"Yu Yu Tianhe's true interpretation takes Yinglong as the dharma image." Qin Keyuan explained with a smile, "Moreover, do you still remember the Dragon Palace at the bottom of the Qingmo River?"
Zhao Ning was in a daze, "That drop of ancient dragon's blood." At that time, a drop of blood repaired the broken golden elixir, allowed the master's uncle to improve all the way, and even gave Qin Keyuan enough power to forcefully trigger the Thunder Tribulation.
However, the three tribulation souls in Shixu took away the heart-protecting scales from the master's uncle. If Yinglong was just the incarnation of the Dharma, what did the heart-protecting scales mean?
Zhao Ning raised her head to look at her uncle, her eyes filled with the emotions at that time and the hesitation at the moment. Qin Keyuan thought she was injured when she was worried about giving birth to a baby, and said with a smile, "It has healed."
As he spoke, he lowered his head and touched the corner of her lips. Zhao Ning instantly shrank her head and half-hidden it in his arms.
Uncle Master's laughter could be heard in his ears, and Zhao Ning's covered eyes were filled with hesitation.
Heart-protecting scales...heart-protecting scales...the basis of life-saving...life?
The Dujiaoguo kept steady and very slow, as if they were taking a leisurely stroll. However, they were not in a hurry. The time of the Lord Yuanshen was measured in years. It would take at least several years from the time the news was spread to the official opening of the altar to preach. Here we go. The summit is fifteen thousand miles away, and the slow journey only lasts for three years.
Along the way, there were occasionally low-level cultivators walking with them. They didn't know their level of cultivation, but just to relieve their boredom on the way, they came together to chat and laugh about some interesting things about Zhuohua Mansion.
For example, a Second Tribulation Soul from Shuohua Cave Heaven spent fifty thousand years cultivating to give birth to an heir...
For example, a Yuanying Venerable in the Fen Valley jumped directly into the Samsara Pond because he was afraid of the long road to becoming a god...
For example, all the ten soul lamps of the elders of Qingyu Immortal Sect were extinguished. When everyone thought something big had happened, it turned out that the leader's beloved spirit beast had the power to eat souls and he accidentally swallowed them all while drunk...
Such interesting stories are almost always mentioned by different travelers, chatting and laughing, and eventually they part ways after a while.
Most of the time, Zhao Ning would sleep lightly in his uncle's arms, or fall asleep again while talking about a random topic. There were no conflicts, no sudden traps, and no catastrophes from heaven. He did not consider cultivation, nor did he fall asleep. Worrying about the future and not worrying about the overall situation is the only peace in the past three hundred years.
Chapter 334
Five years later, the summit dojo.
Three hundred miles south of the entrance to the Tianjing Sea and five hundred miles west of the Qingmo River, a stone peak rises from the ground. It is completely black rock and has no vegetation. It towers into the clouds. From a distance, it looks like a stone pillar supporting the sky. When you get up close to the foot of the peak, you can tell it covers an area Thirty miles.
The summit dojo is right on top of the peak.
The stone peak is eight thousand miles high, so monks under the Nascent Soul cannot directly wield swords or ride on clouds to reach the top. There is a spiral plank road outside the stone peak. The plank road is only half a foot wide. Walking on it, only one foot can be placed. , its steepness is frightening.
But there are already hundreds of cultivators climbing on this plank road. Looking at it, most of them are in the foundation-building realm, with a few golden elixirs and Qi refining.
Those in the realm of foundation building and golden elixir usually stop and renovate between wielding a sword or flying in the clouds, but cultivators in the realm of refining qi actually do it step by step, which is really impressive.
"It is rumored that those who insist on walking this plank road and finally reach the top will receive the true biography of the Venerable."
Qin Keyuan took Zhao Ning up into the air. It was difficult for mortals to breathe high in the air. Zhao Ning had a few cloud breath talismans drawn with ancient cloud patterns on his body, and he was barely affected.
"Has anyone ever walked this plank road?" Zhao Ning was curious.
"Nothing heard yet."
They landed on the top of the peak, which was empty. The dojo was paved with white jade, and Taoist flags were erected every three feet on the edge.
Standing at the edge of the dojo, you can overlook most of the continent. The Patio Sea with a radius of hundreds of miles is like a silver mirror embedded in the ground. The Qianren Mountains in the southeast seem to be floating in the air between the clouds and mist. The Qingmo River is like a green ribbon dividing the two sides. , there are high mountains on one side, and wilderness and plains on the other. Therefore, looking at the low-level cultivators climbing like this, they are as small as dust.
"Maybe someone will reach the top this time." Zhao Ning said with a smile, which was just a smooth remark.
The dojo is circular, with a simple brown and yellow futon in the center. There is no figure of the Venerable Yuanshen. In the outer circle, there are hundreds of cultivators sitting on the ground, chatting or closing their eyes to meditate.
Qin Keyuan and Zhao Ning only chose a seat at the edge with few people. As soon as he sat down, he heard someone greeting him not far away, "Brother Qin, you came a lot late. I thought you weren't coming."
It was Bi Xiucheng who came to deliver the news.
"Fellow Taoist Xiucheng." Qin Keyuan responded, "It's not too late until the Lord arrives."
"Hahaha, that makes sense." Bi Xiucheng came closer, raised his eyebrows and glanced at Zhao Ning, "Is the fairy's injury not healed yet?"
Probably because he knew that the last address was too abrupt, he restrained himself a lot. Zhao Ning nodded slightly and responded, "I'm sorry, sir, my injury won't be a problem."
Bi Xiucheng said, "The injury is not serious, but this venerable preaching can last for a hundred days or a few years, which is very difficult for a mortal body. What's more, the opening of the altar this time may be delayed again."
"Thank you, Master, for reminding me." Zhao Ning asked again, "What's the delay?" He was inexplicably thinking of the battle between the gods high above the Qingmo River five years ago.
"There has been news recently about the exotic treasure that appeared thousands of years ago. There have been a lot of battles in recent years." Bi Xiucheng said, "That is a Taoist-level exotic treasure. We can't covet it. We can only listen to the interesting stories of the fight." , I heard that the shadow of the fight flashed near here a few months ago, and the venerable has not shown up yet, maybe he was involved... Let me tell you..."
"Xiucheng!" Before he could finish his words, someone from a distance called him, it was an elder who came with him.
The elder stared here with great indifference, and there seemed to be a scolding between his brows telling him not to say more.
Bi Xiucheng's scalp tightened and he had to leave. He handed over to Qin Keyuan, "Brother Qin, we'll talk later!"
After saying that, he instantly returned to his home cave. Zhao Ning looked at his situation, which was a little strange. According to his uncle's evaluation, this person was just a casual acquaintance, but he showed up extremely eagerly every time.
Zhao Ning asked in a low voice, "Uncle Master, does Bi Xiucheng want something?"
"Wuya Dongtian intended for him to leave the cave independently and open an affiliated sect on the deserted island in the East China Sea. He had very few followers and lacked strength, so he mentioned it to me several times."
No wonder he is so diligent, this is to gather connections in order to establish his own sect.
Zhao Ning stopped worrying about this and thought about what Bi Xiucheng said about the Taoist Unusual Treasure. "Uncle Master, you don't seem to be surprised by what he said. Maybe you have also heard about this news."
"I heard it when I first entered the time and space node. I heard that it was born a hundred thousand years ago and has no spirit, but it is hard to find a trace." Qin Keyuan's eyes moved slightly, "I heard that it was the third Tao embryo born at this time and space node. .”
Zhao Ning was surprised that the Tao Fei was the remnant of the Great Dao from the beginning of heaven and earth. After years of condensation, it formed the Dao Spirit Embryo, which is the acquired spiritual fetus. It is the prototype of a magic weapon that is more miraculous than the Tongtian Lingbao.
The entire Kyushu has never been born. Even in Tu Bo's memory, there are no Tao fetuses. Why can this place give birth to so many?
For a time, this space-time node added another magical touch.
The two closed their eyes and rested in the dojo. Although Zhao Ning had no cultivation at the moment, the artistic conception of cultivation everywhere in the dojo made people feel a little bit in their hearts. At this moment, it seemed that the dancing and changes of figures could be sensed in the mind.
It was worthy of the Venerable's technique. Every move had the power of law surging, which shocked Zhao Ning's heart.
But Zhao Ning did not last long. Her body was not strong enough to adapt to such ever-changing conditions. Zhao Ning opened her eyes and saw that the surroundings were still the same as before. Her uncle was meditating beside her, so she sat next to her. , soon sleepiness rolled in, and Zhao Ning half leaned on his uncle's shoulder. After a long time, when Zhao Ning woke up again, there was still no change.
Calculating the time, almost dozens of days have passed. No one expected to stay in the dojo for such a long time.
Some people in the Nascent Soul Realm are no longer willing to wait, but after all, it is an immortal dojo and they dare not say anything in it, so they can only leave silently.
One of his companions persuaded him to stay, "This is His Holiness's sermon. You can't just miss it."
He explained, "Before I came here, there was news that another dojo has opened an altar for preaching, so I'd better go there."
The fellow Taoist who blocked him was also stunned. He never thought that there would be other venerable people preaching at this time. Generally, such behavior is rare.
He was confused and a little ready to make a move. There were many people who had this idea, but they did not continue, but remained where they were.
There are also many people who have finally come up after going through untold hardships. Most of them are Nascent Souls, and there are only a few Golden Elixir and Foundation-building monks. These people did not come up step by step, but after riding a cloud or wielding a sword for a period of time, Rest on the plank road and fly upward again.
These people were unwilling to rush forward with all their strength but had no way to get preached by the venerable, so they just stood there and waited.
This process was very long, and it took several months in a blink of an eye. Zhao Ning was already used to it, but more people in the dojo were not used to such a thing, and only half of the people in the dojo were left.
The rest were hardly gathered together, they were all resting with their eyes closed.
Zhao Ning felt something was wrong. She glanced into the void, and her senses told her that something was watching her.
But her consciousness was not fully present, and Zhao Ning suddenly felt in her heart that perhaps the Lord was always here.
Just then, the Venerable appeared on the futon as expected, and everyone was very excited. However, the Venerable just meditated calmly on the futon with the glow all over his body, without any expression.
Zhao Ning felt strange. She and Qin Keyuan looked at each other. Qin Keyuan didn't say anything and closed his eyes and continued to meditate.
The excited sounds in the dojo stopped temporarily. At this moment, a humming sound was heard, which was the sound of the exertion of mountain climbing.
Very close to Zhao Ning and Qin Keyuan's position, Zhao Ning then saw someone climbing to the top.
She was a little surprised, but also felt suddenly that the venerable opened his eyes.
It was a tired, dusty fairy who was in the foundation-building realm. Judging from her state, it didn't look like she had flown up with a sword, but more like she had climbed up step by step.
Venerable Gao Feng looked at her with a smile. Everyone in the dojo focused on her for a moment, and the fairy looked shy.
This fairy was not very old, at most a hundred years old. She even trembled a little under the venerable gaze, but she gradually came closer under the encouragement of the gaze.
At this moment, everyone in the dojo had a clear understanding. It turned out that it was not a fight for the Taoist fetus, but it turned out that they were waiting for her.
When he walked up to the venerable man and knelt down to salute him, the venerable man smiled and said, "Yes, he is a good seedling."
He tapped his finger lightly, and just like that, the fairy floated in the air. The aura and all kinds of power in the sky scattered around her like ribbons, and then merged into her body.
The eyes of the people around him were very complicated, some were envious, some were astonished, some were expressionless, and some were congratulatory.
