Pei Xihe looked around and saw a lonely field of gray in front of him.
The various spiritual boats hanging in the sky were showing extraordinary fluctuations. It was obvious that they were the major forces of the Daqian Dynasty and Anxu Paradise who did not want to miss this opportunity.
Under the large gray shroud, there are one thousand three hundred and ninety-four flying islands. They are scattered and arranged, but they secretly coincide with the formation and Taoist rhyme.
Outside the barrier, there are white clouds, flying birds, and green trees with beautiful pistils.
Within the Dragon Realm, there is still water and calm wind, and it is dark and gray.
As time passed, the dark scroll seemed to be painted by a magical hand, and it was like a mirror lake being thrown into a rock and causing sudden waves.
When all the gray color dissipated, more than a thousand islands suspended in the sky were seen rumbling and trembling, each emitting wisps of pale white air, which condensed into little dragons of cloud and mist.
Those mist dragons leaped towards the sky and gathered on the dome. Intangible things turned into tangible things. The ethereal clouds and mist bodies transformed, and dragon scales like black jade quickly grew.
The real dragon hovers in the sky, and majestic pressure pours from the sky.
As recorded in the classics: "The horns are like a deer, the head is like a camel, the eyes are like a rabbit, the neck is like a snake, the belly is like a mirage, the scales are like a fish, the claws are like an eagle, the palms are like a tiger, and the ears are like an ox." The black dragon is thousands of feet long and is a majestic creation of the gods of heaven and earth.
In front of this real dragon is the Tianzun Realm of Zhengdao Palace. Even the remaining residual power makes the scholars tremble all over. It is like seeing something terrifying, and the robes of many cultivators have been soaked in cold sweat.
Pei Xihe also felt a majestic pressure coming towards her, like a mountain falling on her.
The Tao meridians in her body are circulating, magic power is surging, Shenwu's blood is rushing and roaring, and golden flames are rising, trying her best to eliminate this pressure.
This is not the suppression of blood, but the distance between the realms is like a mountain ravine. Even a wisp of magic power from the Tianzun realm is enough to easily overwhelm millions of immortal cultivators.
The Immortal, with a bright lamp on, walks on the long and dark road, with blue strands on the road, weathering the wind and rain, just hoping to step into the palace of the road and transform into a deity.
One is to seek the Tao, and the other is to obtain the Tao. Then you can imagine the power of the monks in the Tianzun realm.
Pei Xihe embraced the blood of Shenwu and was an innate creature, but he was only entering the second realm for the first time. It was quite difficult to resist such pressure.
Fortunately, it didn't last long, and the intimidation suddenly receded like a tide. Pei Xihe stretched out his hand to wipe away the cold sweat on his forehead, with an unknown dark light shining in his eyes.
This was the first time she had faced the pressure of the Heavenly Realm's magic power.
In the past, Pei Xihe killed Liu Qingci and dealt with the ray of spirit belonging to Han Minglou, but it was separated by a boundary wall and isolated by the will of heaven. Then he fired the Lingtian Spear, which was controlled by the Emperor's Song. Leave your mana behind to attack and kill him.
The Lingtian Spear was a Taoist weapon that she could not use now. After consuming the remaining mana, it fell into the endless void, waiting for Pei Xihe to return one day as his cultivation progressed.
The Heavenly Lord of the Golden Crow clan regards her as a treasure and worships her as a bright sun, so he will not let her truly experience the horror of this realm.
Except for Pei Xihe, the rest of the bachelors in Zhenxing's team also turned pale, looking at the trembling islands with fear, and their hearts became more and more vigilant.
However, the seven Immortal Academic Officers did not protect them. If they could not withstand this pressure, how could they get their hands on the treasure left behind by the true dragon?
One thousand, three hundred and ninety-four islands in the sky were seen floating and flying, bringing with them dust and rocks, and finally gathered to form the dragon form.
The huge black dragon transformed by the clouds and mist on the dome flew down, merged into the island, and dissipated invisible, leaving only a real dragon roar between the sky and the earth, causing the mountains and rivers to shatter, the rivers and seas to flow backwards, and all beasts to crawl.
Shuoli Shangxian looked at the seven people in his team and said quietly: "If you are afraid, just stay on this spirit boat."
In the dragon-shaped islet group composed of thousands of islands, there is only a bright silver-white bead in the mouth of the dragon head. The whirlpool inside is the entrance.
Once you enter it, you will be scattered all over the place by the rules left by the real dragon, separated into major islands, but the method of traveling through the islands is not yet known.
But as the entrance suddenly opened, countless rays of spiritual light transformed from the body of the cultivator passed through.
Shuo Li clapped his hands lightly, smiled lightly and said, "Let's go."
The seven Taixue scholars looked at each other and raised their hands, urging their body movements to jump towards it.
Pei Xihe's body transformed into golden light and jumped into the huge silver-white ball held in the dragon's mouth. The majestic power of space twisted the surroundings and caused ripples.
And where the silvery white light fell, the figure disappeared on the spot.
Pei Xihe lowered his eyes. He did not resist this irresistible force, but felt the mystery in it.
She practiced "Eighteen Poems on Blowing Dreams" and made great progress in the Tao of Space. Now she suddenly felt that wherever she was splashed by light, she was moved to another place by the strange spatial twist.
This kind of movement does not harm the physical body. It appears to be extremely mysterious. It has the charm of a large movement in space, but it also has some more charm that she cannot clearly see.
But Pei Xihe felt a little unsure.
This movement was naturally the method left behind by the fallen true dragon, and I asked myself, if after my death, the latter had excavated the burial ground with the intention of seeking the treasure left behind, would I have used such a gentle method?
Pei Xihe took a deep breath and suppressed his worries before his body completely disappeared.
From all she could think of, how could the Daqian Dynasty not think of it? Since she is willing to let the Supreme Immortal Academic Officer lead the Tianjiao Scholar here, she has naturally made considerations that she was not aware of.
If something unexpected happens, then Pei Xihe still has the imprint of magic power left by Xixuan on his body, so he can turn disaster into good luck.
She was certain in her heart that she would randomly throw herself onto a suspended island due to the surge of space power.
…
The young man was walking on the waves with an indifferent expression. He looked at the visitor, frowned, sneered, and snorted.
He has a strong build, and his upper body is bare, showing smooth muscle lines, and his whole body glows like a wave of water.
There is a mysterious mark in the center of his eyebrows. If you look closely, it is a green dragon circling into a ring, and a blue sky whale leaping in the ring. At this moment, he didn't use any magic power and punched directly in front of him.
"Bang!"
The space was like a mirror, with cracks like cobwebs being blasted out. Black and gray voids were faintly visible in it. The air waves turned from virtual to real, condensing into the shape of dragon claws, and his body's energy and blood were rising, as if there were dragon roars.
The dragon claws condensed by the air waves are bombarding the person in front of him.
The female figure has a graceful figure, like a beautiful woman, extremely charming, and her pair of blue eyes are so captivating that they give people a chill for no reason.
Rakshasa is an evil ghost. It eats human flesh and blood, either flying in the air or walking on the ground, and its swiftness and speed are terrifying!
Nan Qianman's face was gloomy, full of fear, and he scolded sternly.
"You and I both came from the blessed land of Anxu, why are we so quarreling with each other?! It would be better for you and me to join forces than to waste all our strength at this time."
Seeing that the punch was coming fiercely and unabated, she clenched her silver teeth and finally unleashed the true form of the Dharma contained in her soul.
"Rakshasa Heaven!"
I saw that she was twelve feet tall, wearing four armors, holding a sword in her right hand at her waist, sitting on a white lion, and each had a goddess waiting on her left and right.
"Erya Wings" records that "the horns are like a deer, the head is like a camel, the eyes are like a rabbit, the neck is like a snake, the belly is like a mirage, the scales are like a fish, the claws are like an eagle, the palms are like a tiger, and the ears are like an ox"
(End of chapter)
