Ning Tao was sitting cross-legged on a mountain peak, holding the Hidden Immortal Order of the silver-scaled flying dragon and his party in his hand, waiting for the end of the last time.
I don't know how much time passed, but as the Hidden Immortal Order in his hand shone with light and enveloped Ning Tao, Ning Tao returned to the passage again.
But this time, instead of returning to the Five Spirit Realm, he went to a small realm called Lingxiao Realm.
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When Ning Tao's figure appeared again, he had arrived on a beautiful mountain peak.
There are some quaint buildings next to it, as well as some figures sitting cross-legged.
Seeing Ning Tao's appearance, these figures were obviously stunned, but they did not react immediately.
Then he saw Ning Tao turning into a stream of light and galloping away into the distance.
As early as in the memories of the soul searchers, Ning Tao knew that the silver-scaled flying dragon that took him away came from the Ten Thousand Dragons Continent in the Lingxiao Realm.
A large clan called the Yilong Clan.
The Silver Scale Flying Dragon is one of the major branches. In addition, there are many branches with dragon bloodline, which together form this alien dragon clan.
As for the clan ancestor who stole his Hidden Immortal Order, named Feijie Alien, he was a perfect Mahayana alien.
The place where he is now is Feijie's training place.
Facing the foreign race with Mahayana perfection, although the talisman in Ning Tao's hand could injure it, it was impossible to kill it.
So as soon as Ning Tao arrived in the Lingxiao Realm, he galloped away from the Silver Scale Flying Dragon Clan.
In this way, Ning Tao flew for more than half a day.
Suddenly, he felt an astonishing aura speeding toward him tens of thousands of miles away behind him.
Feeling this extreme speed, Ning Tao sighed slightly.
With a thought, he summoned the incomplete spiritual treasure he had obtained in the lower realm, the Hidden Edge Sword.
He turned over his hands and took out a large amount of elixir and drank it. He then controlled all the mana in his body and poured blood into it.
As the whole body's strength was poured into it, a sword energy slowly formed on the hidden edge sword, making up for the missing parts.
At this time, Ning Tao looked as if he was withered, and with a determined look on his face, he lightly drew a line in the void in front of him, and a dark crack with a silver-white light at the edge appeared in front of Ning Tao.
Ning Tao immediately jumped into it.
When Ning Tao flew into it, it didn't take long for the crack to slowly heal, and the previous appearance could still be seen.
After about a cup of tea, a silver light appeared in the place where Ning Tao disappeared just now.
An old man wearing silver armor was revealed.
Feeling Ning Tao's breath still lingering in the air, with a gloomy look on his face, he seemed to feel something.
"The breath of spiritual treasures? Could it be spiritual treasures from other worlds? What a pity!"
After saying this, he pinched the magic formula in his hand, and a trace of dark golden light appeared in his hand, which was restrained and put away.
Then he left this place, looked for Ning Tao nearby, and then left.
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White shores washed by clear waters.
Smoke rises from the small fishing village next to it.
On the coast, a dozen fisherwomen and their children were drying and repairing their fishing nets in preparation for the men's next trip to sea.
They look like they are living and working in peace and contentment on the peaceful island.
At this moment, a strong wind suddenly rose in the distance on the originally calm sea, and the biting wind blew on the faces of these mortals.
The dark clouds in the distance were like black tide covering the originally clear sky. The black clouds pressed over the city, adding a bit of gloom to everyone's hearts.
"The storm is coming, hurry up and pack up the fishing nets, tie up the fishing boats and go home!"
As soon as the storm appeared, there was an old man holding a gong, hunched over and twisting his legs.
As he ran, he banged the gong in his hand and called out to the people in the village to prepare for the coming storm.
It seems like this isn't the first time this has happened.
But a ray of light suddenly flashed in the center of the storm, flying towards the island.
Immediately afterwards, the storm on the sea slowly disappeared, and the calmness returned to before.
Just when the mortals on the island were confused, a dark golden light fell to the shore of the island.
Then there was a loud noise that made these mortals' hearts tremble, and they all ran to their homes to take shelter.
In this dangerous world of immortality, the mere survival of mortals is already a great gift from God.
When encountering this situation, the first thing these mortals think of is to escape.
I don't know how long it took, but the village chief of this mortal village, with a few young men in his hands, headed toward the place where the loud noise came from, holding iron tools such as harpoons in their hands.
"Brother Big Turtle, what do you think the thing that fell just now is? It can't be some monster!"
Among the seven or eight young men, one with a slightly darker teeth than the others asked a rather sturdy man in front of him.
"Hey, Heizi, haven't you ever seen a monster? If it were really a monster, how could we survive now? Let me tell you, it might be some kind of treasure falling from the sky!"
"Ahem, don't tell me, it's really possible. Haven't you heard similar legends before? It's really possible that if you present this treasure to the immortal master, you might be able to accept the children in our village as your disciples. Then you won’t have to be afraid of those monsters!”
"Okay, don't talk, we'll be there soon!"
When these mortals took a few steps forward, a sandpit about ten feet in size appeared in front of them.
At this time, water had begun to seep from the bottom of the bunker.
But one could vaguely see a haggard young man wearing white clothes and a somewhat handsome face, holding a broken sword, lying at the bottom of the sand pit.
Seeing this scene, at the bottom of the bunker is a human figure.
The hanging hearts of these mortals dropped.
With expressions of surprise on their faces, they all started discussing.
"Ah, it turns out to be our human race. I wonder if he is dead!"
"Don't talk nonsense. Who knows if some monster has transformed into a human to seduce us?"
"Tch, just those two ounces of meat of yours. If it were a monster, it would have swallowed you long ago!"
"Look at this man's robe, does he look like the immortal master we worship?"
"Ah, don't tell me, it looks a bit like it!"
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, you can fall from such a high place and still keep your body so intact. Apart from the immortal master, I can't think of anyone else who can do this!"
After observing for a moment, the leader of the old man said to the sturdy young man beside him.
"Big turtle, go down and see if this person is still alive!"
Hearing this, the young man named Big Turtle jumped out of the sand pit with the harpoon in his hand and ran down the sloping sand slope.
After walking around Ning Tao's body for a few times, he observed it carefully.
He cautiously came to Ning Tao's side and fumbled around Ning Tao's body for a while.
He said to the person above with surprise on his face.
"There is still a heartbeat, this person is still alive!"
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