Passing through the passage, there is a peaceful and quiet scene, with misty fairy mist, thousands of auspicious colors, and life essence spurting out everywhere. The chaos is escaping with strands of fairy spirit, a picture of the pure land on earth.
The hair of the blue-haired female ancestor was flying, her blue eyes were bursting with lightning, and with a light stroke of the blue jade staff in her hand, she annihilated the illusory scene in front of her!
"Buzz!"
In an instant, the mist shattered, the light and shadow were messy, and yellow sand entered the eyes. This was a deserted land that was extremely lonely. The black lines running through the sky were wandering, constantly depriving this place of all its essence.
The sky was black, and in the distance was the endless turbulence of the void. Lan Qi frowned, and all his limbs were blooming with fairy light, flowing with dreamy blue light, fighting against the laws of this place.
However, it still didn't work. Those black threads were like gangrene attached to the bones, which the saint could not resist at all.
The female ancestor formed a magic seal and stretched out her fingers to carve dao patterns on the surface of her body, trying to seal herself, but she still felt that all her energy was being evaporated and kept leaking out.
This is a wonderful place!
She stepped forward, walked dozens of miles, and suddenly stopped.
Ahead are some snow-white bones!
"Saint, there are even the remains of the Holy King!"
Lan Qi looked gloomy and reached out to pick up the bones. There was a trace of despair in his eyes, and his originally free mood was fettered again.
Hundreds of steps later, she saw another piece of human skin. The wrinkles were dull and the few drops of blood on it were indistinguishable from ordinary blood.
This is the human skin of the Great Sage!
The blue-haired female saint traveled more than a hundred miles and discovered a terrible fact. There were traces of self-destruction by more than a dozen saints here and there. Those people may have wanted to escape from this place, but they all failed.
The radius of this place was only two hundred miles, and she had reached the end. There was only chaos surrounding the surrounding area, and she could not approach it at all.
At the edge of darkness, a huge stone tablet stands, with four huge mottled ancient characters on it - "Beihai Magic Eye"!
"The ancient place of exile! Gods and demons were refined, heaven and earth were swallowed up, and even the Great Sage was consumed to death here."
Ancestor King Lan Qi rubbed the bluestone tablet, his eyes became increasingly dim as he stared at this terrible place.
The next moment, the blue-haired female saint's eyes narrowed and she looked ahead in disbelief!
There are several intact corpses under the stone tablet, two from the human race, and five from other races, all of which are great saints.
Seven great saints!
If you include the broken bones seen earlier, at least nearly thirty saints have been exiled from this place.
After knowing this, King Lan Qi became more and more desperate and couldn't see any hope at all.
Even the great sages have fallen one after another, so what can she do? Her future is cut off and there is only the prospect of death...
In the center of the Beihai Magic Eye, the Fusang Sacred Tree is fixed in the central area like a bright lamp, and the golden light of the tree becomes a sun.
Gold leaves drooped down, like thousands of strands of silk, covering a man in a silver shirt.
There is also a sarcophagus, a mottled stone tower, and a purple scroll on the side!
Anyone who sees it will be moved. A piece of Ji Dao Emperor Weapon and a map of the ancient Imperial Dao. If obtained, it will be enough to run rampant in the world, and the existence of non-Imperial Dao will be unstoppable!
However, no one can get close to this place, because the sarcophagi are spread across the place and the energy is so powerful that they block everything!
Su Yu closed his eyes tightly and fell into the deepest state of enlightenment!
In the inner world, on the glittering fairy platform, a golden man sits cross-legged on a green lotus.
Under the lotus platform, with clear light falling and divine flames lingering, a female saint was dressed in a black dress, which made her snow-white skin even more crystal clear, alluring and charming.
And behind it, there are several snow-white fox tails, swaying gently, full of strange charm.
Such an ancient ancestral king has the instinct to dominate the world, and he also has a seductive charm. His big watery eyes blink, and his demeanor can be changed in a single thought, which can drive countless monks crazy.
However, at this moment, this female saint from the Yinmei Clan was caught in the Heavenly Tribulation of Six Desires. Her body was pink and extremely coquettish. She was entangled with Su Yu. Both of their souls were ethereal, and they had both entered a wonderful realm, practicing Taoism!
In the sky above the two of them, a glistening and simple copper furnace floated and floated, surrounded by chaotic light. The goddesses carved on it were spread out, exuding endless Taoist charm.
Since obtaining this ancient artifact, Su Yu obtained the legendary Six Desires Art!
This secret technique is suspected to have been created by the founder of the path of human desire. It is extremely mysterious. It starts from the foundation of heaven and earth - the two paths of yin and yang. It is practiced and transformed, and it ascends to the level of enlightenment!
Different from the secret technique of dual cultivation that An Miaoyi obtained from Buddhism and Taoism, the Six Desires Heavenly Technique is more mysterious and complex. It is the ultimate dual cultivation method and the ultimate way of tonic!
When he was in the Beidou Star Territory, because there were too few powerful female cultivators, Su Yu did not practice the method of harvesting yin and replenishing yang. Instead, he used his vast divine power to baptize Yu'er and the others. The benefits he could get were negligible.
It is truly a blessing to meet these female ancestors this time!
After mastering the Secret Art of Six Desires, Su Yu worked day and night to participate in the Dao with the goddess, cultivating both body and soul, and studying Taoism intensively, hoping to climb to a higher realm!
From a brief life, into eternity, overlooking the long river of time, this is his obsession!
With the operation of the "Immortal Heavenly Art", the aura of the black-dressed female saint became more and more attenuated, her face gradually turned pale, and she slowly fell from the eighth level of the saint to the first level of the saint.
After that, Su Yu returned to the divine power of chaos and baptized her. Only then did the complexion of the female ancestor of the Yinmei clan gradually recover, and her aura stabilized in the realm of the sixth heaven of the saint.
The former is due to the loss of yin and yang, and the latter is due to the improvement of yin and yang cultivation!
The next moment, Su Yu's eyes opened and closed, and two rays of purple fairy light shot out from his eyes, penetrating through the clouds and mist, and his soul became more and more crystal clear, like divine glass, flowing with silvery light.
This is the space path line, the space path fruit he harvested from the other party!
The light flowed, and silver threads flew between heaven and earth, gathering at the center of Su Yu's eyebrows, outlining a wisp of silver traces!
This is a space mark, and he has been recognized by the original laws of heaven and earth!
Looking at the female ancestor of the Yinmei tribe who was slumped on the green lotus platform, Su Yu's eyes moved slightly and said to himself: "Female cultivators who are nourished by the art of six desires often fall into the realm of greatness, but my physique seems to be a little special, which makes up for it a little bit. !”
"ah......"
A soft cry sounded. The woman in the black dress exhaled like silk. The seven white tails on her back swayed. She woke up from her sinking and looked at the man in silver robe in front of her with great nostalgia.
During this practice, she gained the ultimate joy, and the doors of potential in her body were also opened a lot, and she was on the verge of breaking through.
However, the other party not only grabbed her Yuan Yin Qi, but also harvested a large amount of her mana, causing her to fall into the realm. Fortunately, the other party did not continue in the end, otherwise she would definitely fall into the holy realm...
Thinking of this, the female saint in black skirt woke up from her coquettish state and regained her majesty as a saint. Her expression was complicated. She didn't know how to face this enemy for a while!
"Take good care of yourself!" Su Yu said in a gentle tone, waved his sleeves, took out a black gourd from behind, and handed it to the other party.
Looking at the crystal gourd in front of her, the woman in black dress trembled in her soul, feeling the power of the extreme, and said with some trembling: "Ancient Imperial Soldier!"
Su Yu shook his head, with silver marks all over his body flashing, and held the other person in his arms, then raised the gourd to drink a sip of the spiritual spring, and kissed him.
"Well, ah..."
The female ancestor was still struggling a little, but soon she was immersed in the warmth. Her two frost-like lotus-root arms hugged Su Yu's head tightly, unwilling to let go.
After administering the medicine, Su Yu pulled the witch's hand away, then hugged her and comforted her before taking her into the Immortal Palace.
With his previous efforts in replenishing, even with the help of the spiritual spring source, it would take a certain amount of time for the other party to recover.
The road to joint participation needs to be gradual and step-by-step, and there is no need to rush. Su Yu has enough patience for this!
After doing all this, Su Yu waved his sleeves, chaotic light swelled, and countless runes flowed, outlining a light and shadow in front of him.
Looking at the blue-haired female ancestor with a desperate look on her face and constantly attacking the realm with her jade staff, he smiled lightly: "Fight, even the seven great saints can't break this cage, let alone you."
In the past, the Buddha cut off his meat to feed eagles, and the Bodhisattva sacrificed his body to feed the demons!
Today he also performed some meritorious deeds. Without him, this female saint from Huolin Cave could only wait silently for death!
The Demonic Eye of the North Sea, King Lan Qi stood in the sky, waving the blue jade staff in his hand continuously, making loud bombardment sounds, firelight splashing, Taisu's light continued to surge, impacting the misty void, trying to open up a way to life!
"Boom!"
After a loud noise, endless ripples appeared in the void, the space was noisy, and wrinkles were revealed.
In the void, nine chains of order emerged one by one, blooming into a divine ring, like a huge net, covering this place!
"The phantom of the ancestor emperor!"
King Lan Qizu shook his jade hand, and bright blue light burst out, and he immediately waved his jade staff and struck out.
In an instant, the sky shook, and a majestic unicorn roar appeared. A blue unicorn quickly took shape in a moment. It was handsome and majestic, surrounded by fairy light, and exuded a faint ray of ancient emperor's power, which shocked the past and the present. Such a formation is frightening.
The blue unicorn took shape, looked up to the sky and roared, and rushed towards the big net of Heavenly Dao.
However, at this moment, the absolute spirit law here suddenly deepened, and the black mist surged out from the void divine abyss, covering the sky and the sun, filling the area.
The blue-haired female saint's divine power stagnated and she could no longer sustain it. The extremely powerful ancestral unicorn instantly turned into clouds and smoke and disappeared in the sky.
A stream of light fell and hit the black magic soil hard. The beautiful blue jade staff also fell into the sky and got stuck in the black gravel, where a big hole exploded.
Lan Qi was completely powerless, his heart was cold, and he stared blankly ahead, not even retrieving his divine weapon.
There is no hope, no dawn, only despair!
"Father, Lan'er can't go back..."
A drop of clear tears fell from the corner of the blue-haired female saint's eyes, and she murmured to herself. Her emotions fell into the lowest point, and the life essence in her body was constantly draining.
Unexpectedly, those human monks would imprison her here!
Suddenly, her nose moved slightly and she smelled the fragrant aroma of the magical medicine. Her limbs and bones stretched out, longing for the life essence.
Lan Qi's gloomy eyes sparkled and he discovered the source of everything.
Under the star sapphire staff, a slender body was exposed.
This is a man, dressed in silver, very handsome, almost demonic, more beautiful than women.
That extremely fragrant aroma comes from there!
Lan Qi's beautiful eyes flashed, and with a move of her jade hand, she took back the blue jade staff, then stood up and walked over.
However, after just one glance, she could no longer move her eyes away and collapsed directly to the ground, her face turned pale.
"How is it possible? This throbbing blood could be the prince of the ancestral land!"
That man actually had extremely pure Qilin blood, and the pressure of the imperial blood, which was so terrifying that it made Lan Qi's delicate body tremble, unable to calm down, and the blood in his body surged, making him want to surrender to him.
Then, she opened her heavenly eyes and observed carefully, and found that the other party's aura was weak, his spiritual power had been lost a lot, and his body was in chaos. If he hadn't been treated in time, he might not have survived today in this terrible place.
The blue-haired female saint gasped, bit her silver teeth, hugged the silver-robed man, and then reached out to hold the other man's wrist, trying to pass the magic power.
However, the man's silent body burst out with countless rays of light, and dense illusory veins appeared on the surface of his body, blocking most of his body, leaving only a few parts spared.
Lan Qi was silent for a while, then took out a black-blond hairpin from Yun's temples and made a slit on his wrist.
In an instant, the bright blue divine blood flowed out, exuding a faint fragrance.
The female ancestor turned pale and fed the true blood into the man's mouth, but it didn't have much effect and the man still fell asleep.
"Your Highness..."
Lan Qi opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but stopped mid-sentence, with a wry smile on his face.
She couldn't even protect herself, so how could she save him.
At this moment, the man in her arms coughed violently, opened his eyes with difficulty, and murmured: "Am I dead? I can never go back to Huolin Cave... .”
"Your Highness, you wake up!"
Lan Qi was very excited, stretched out her hands to comb her hair, and looked at the man with great tenderness.
"You are... a tribesman..."
The man's voice was weak, and the hand held by Lan Qi was trembling. His eyes were complicated, with sighs, loneliness, and joy.
"Your Highness, hold on, we can get out."
The blue-haired female saint's voice trembled, and she cut a wound on her wrist again, trying to save the other party with blood and essence, but the man refused.
"It doesn't have to be like this. I failed and brought shame to my father. There is no need to live!" The young man said, his eyes were dim, as if he had lost everything.
He reluctantly summoned a bit of divine power, reached out and touched Lan Qi's eyebrows, and passed an ancient scripture to the other party.
"This is an ancient imperial scripture that I got. It may give you a little hope to live well..."
After saying this, the Yinshan man passed out again, his brows filled with aura, and only the crying female voice continued to echo.
Time passed slowly, and the years left no trace. As night approached, the blue-haired female saint hugged the silver-robed man and sat under the huge black stone tablet. The two of them were covered with a crystal blue jade gauze dress, with countless runes floating on it. , blocking the leakage of essence in the body.
The black mist surged, and the Demonic Land was silent. Lan Qi's eyes were calm, looking at the world indifferently. Only when he looked around did he feel a touch of tenderness.
In a desperate situation, having a blood-connected companion is both a relief and a sadness.
The other party has pure royal blood and is definitely the ancient prince of Huolin Cave. But now he is going to die here with her. Thinking of this, Lan Qi's heart feels cramped and she cannot accept it all!
It doesn't matter if she dies, the ancestor's blood cannot perish here!
"Want to save him?"
Suddenly, a misty voice came from the darkness, from far to near, coming from the void, filled with chaotic fairy light, shaking the world.
"who is it?"
The blue-haired female saint's expression turned cold, and she gently placed the silver-robed man on the gauze garment with both hands. Then she held a sapphire staff, her hair full of green hair fluttering, and looked indifferently into the void.
A blurry shadow walked out of the black mist, its entire body shrouded in colorful rays of light, like a god descending from the dust, ethereal and immortal!
Su Yu disappeared into the mist of chaos and said calmly: "He is Qilinzi, the prince of Huolin Cave, you should recognize him!"
"It's you!"
Lan Qi heard Su Yu's voice, and his eyes instantly glowed with hatred.
It was this human monk who suppressed her!
However, the opponent is indeed terrifyingly strong. The semi-saint realm can actually defeat the ancestor king at the peak of the saint. Even with the blessing of formation patterns, it is incredible. No wonder even His Highness is unable to defeat him.
"No, His Highness has become the king. This human race has a high level of control over others. The blood of the ancestors cannot be defeated!"
Lan Qi's eyes were as bright as lightning, and he stared at the chaotic figure hatefully. His mind was very uneasy, and his chest was heaving violently, outlining a perfect curve, which was breathtakingly beautiful.
This is a completely different temperament from the female saint of the Yinmei tribe. This female ancestor of the Fire Lin Cave is full of heroic spirit, and every part of her body is blooming with agility and light, attracting people's attention.
Su Yu did not reply, but took his time admiring the female saint.
The two rays of silver light emitted from the chaotic mist made Lan Qi very uncomfortable, as if she was being looked at from the inside out. Her heart was raging, much like a big battle.
However, for the life of His Royal Highness, she endured it!
"Human monks, since you know our identities, why do you do this? You must know that spying on the royal scriptures is the public enemy of all races. No one will tolerate this kind of thing!"
The blue-haired female saint spoke with a divine light in her eyes, wanting to overwhelm others with the power of the ancient royal family.
"Wanzu, huh, Wanzu are nothing, they are just a bunch of ants. Even the princes of your clan are no match for me. Use the Fire Lin Cave to suppress me. You made the wrong idea!" Su Yu sneered, and a terrifying power erupted from his body. The pressure shook the blue-haired woman to the point of falling.
Then, a lustful look appeared in his eyes, and he said leisurely: "If you weren't of some value, do you think I would spare your life?"
Knowing what the other party meant, Lan Qi sighed inwardly, suppressed all the humiliation, his eyes glowed with blue light, and said calmly: "What do you want, just say it!"
"Become my slave girl for a hundred years, and I can give Qilinzi a chance to live!" Su Yu said, looking at her up and down, and stated her conditions.
Hearing these words, Lan Qi's delicate body trembled, and then quickly regained her composure. She closed her eyes, like a puppet, losing all her emotional fluctuations and making no response.
"I'll give you one day, and I'll come back tomorrow!" Su Yu smiled lightly, turned into a breeze, and disappeared into the darkness.
Tonight is another night of hard work!
The world has returned to deathly silence, and the scorching black wind is howling, burning everything here, black stones, white bones, fragments, huge stone monuments, thousands of ravines, and the broken emperor. Everything represents death!
After a long time, the blue-haired female saint opened her eyes and looked at the sleeping man beside her. A trace of tenderness appeared on her face. There was a smile on her pale face, but there were tears in her eyes.
"Don't cry. The blood of the ancestors cannot be like this. You are carrying the glory of your clan!"
A white hand was raised and wiped away the tears from the corner of Lan Qi's eyes. The man looked weak and struggled to smile.
At this moment, sadness and tranquility turned into eternity, the distant wind was silent, and the black mist gradually faded away. Everything was caught in the context of the years, sketching out an ancient picture.
