His beard and hair were long and messy. When he raised his head, only his eyes, as sharp as steel knives, remained the same as before.
And Cang Wugu sneered.
"I am very happy."
"Zhao Tianling, do you think you can die so easily? You have severely damaged my Cangliu lineage to this day, and I will definitely repay you in full!"
But the man in the cage let out a long "Hey".
His hair was stained with dirt, but his face was as clear as before, and he could vaguely see that he had a tall and straight figure. He was resting for a while, and he was also a handsome man who "stands like an orchid orchid tree, and smiles like a bright moon in his arms."
Zhao Tianling retorted sarcastically.
"How can it be that you are inferior to others in skills and are like rotten vegetables, but you never admit defeat and insist on provoking, so I just want to let you be a mean person?"
He clapped his hands, said ouch, and sneered.
"People are addicted to food and can't afford to lose. It makes me laugh to death."
Cang Wugu frowned slightly and stopped talking, instead looking at the five long chains that locked his limbs and neck.
The whole chain is covered in a grayish gray color, with mysterious and profound runes on it. Even after years of torrent erosion, it has not worn out.
Five chains stretched out and were tied to a boulder that could be called a hill. Blessed by secret power, Zhao Tianling's magic power was completely imprisoned, making him unable to move.
Seeing Cang Wugu's silent expression, Zhao Tianling rolled his eyes, had some calculations in his mind, and burst into laughter.
"How come your heaven-prisoning chain is so beautiful?"
"Let me guess, could it be that I drained all my luck, talent, and magic to give birth to one or two of the three sons of your Cangliu lineage?"
Cang Wuguo didn't need to answer, but the anger hidden in his brows told Zhao Tianling that he had hit the right answer with his casual guess.
"Ouch, it's so exciting. It's a pity that there is no good wine, otherwise I will drink for seven or eight days."
"Your Cangliu veins are filled with filth and evil, but you are still clean. You deserve to be called Cang Youkuo."
After hearing such sarcasm, the anger on Cang Wujia's face disappeared.
She looked calm and raised her eyebrows slightly.
"Yes, Jiu Ze died."
How could their Cangliu lineage just give up?
They came out in full force and secretly captured Zhao Tianling, who had been promoted to the "Earthly Branch" realm. He was trapped here and used secret techniques to steal his inner energy and feed it back to himself.
Zhao Tianling was truly gifted and blessed with such great luck that he was able to bring back the people who were about to fall out of the Thirteen Meridians of Anxu Blessed Land.
They also relied on secret techniques to create three immortal embryos with unparalleled roots and bones that would surely become great weapons. Ao Jiuze was one of them.
It's a pity that this trip of thousands of dragons flying to the island was forcibly wiped out by the evil ghost Rakshasa lineage. It is really hateful and annoying!
There was a bit of a smile on her elegant face now.
"But Zhao Tianling, do you really think that I used my secret technique in Cangliu to take away your luck?"
The man in the cage suddenly changed his expression. He wanted to stand up, but the five long chains made a clanking sound and banged against each other.
"What do you mean?"
All the playfulness in his eyes receded, and now they were as sharp as a long knife, seeming to condense into substance.
Cang Wugou was very satisfied with his performance and nodded.
"You have ruined Cangliu's fortune, and your reputation and prestige have been greatly reduced. Even if you are imprisoned here, suppressed by the sea for tens of millions of years, and feel the pain of cracking your muscles and bones all the time, I will never be willing to do so!"
"I want your inheritance to perish too!"
"This heaven-prisoning chain will take away not only your destiny, but also your disciples, disciples, and grandchildren in the lower realm."
"Your veins are full of good luck. This can help my Cangliu line to give birth to three or four immortal embryos. With you as the center, I can steal the good luck."
Seeing Zhao Tianling's face change drastically, he turned gloomy. Cang Wugou felt happy in his heart.
The higher the practitioner's realm, the more Qi they can gather, and the Qi they carry will naturally become stronger.
Everyone knows in practice that "blessings and misfortunes depend on each other". Those with high realms will be exposed to dangers that those with low realms can't imagine. This is a 'disaster'. If there is not enough 'blessing' to resist it, it will be a disaster. It is very easy to fall into danger of life and death.
Cang Wugou had previously used Zhao Tianling as a link to extract the Qi Shu Luck Path from the Yi Yuan Dao lineage.
But she didn't tell Zhao Tianling that when she performed the technique recently, she found that the luck in this vein had reunited and was better than before?
This was mysterious, and she used the magic formula, and found that she could no longer control her luck, so she came here to see if something happened to Zhao Tianling.
But looking at it now, he doesn't look like he's being fake, and his cultivation and magic power are still imprisoned. After all, nothing can be concealed in front of his own Heavenly Lord.
The smile on her face faded, she snorted coldly, turned and left.
The sea water surges heavily and the waves roar.
A person is only trapped in a cage, unable to see the light of day.
Zhao Tianling looked at Cang Wugou's leaving figure, and the murderous intention in his heart that had been silent for a long time surged like the sea water sweeping around him!
He took a deep breath, suppressed the severe pain caused by pulling on the chain, and sat down again.
The immortals are divided into "Tibetan stems", "Earthly branches" and "Heavenly stems", which correspond to "people", "earth" and "heaven".
Personal efforts, the environment, and fate are the weavers of all the cause and effect in the world.
Zhao Tianling remained silent, but after a long time he let out a chuckle.
His eyes were clear and as tough as a rock.
…
There are many mountains and green mountains, and the peaks are like clouds.
The sun is high, the wind is gentle and the sun is warm.
Pei Xihe stood in front of the mountain wall on the island. The magic power emerged from his palm and condensed into a ball. Then something strange seemed to change inside. There was a faint explosion and a breath of annihilation.
With a bang, the mana ball exploded.
Pei Xihe let out a long sigh, feeling a little helpless.
The method of transforming and combining spirits recorded in "Seven Transformations of the True Dragon" is really difficult. Just a slight change requires hundreds of thousands or even millions of deductions before it can be truly effective.
And if you are not careful, if you make a mistake in the deduction, just like the mana ball just now, instead of achieving a doubled effect, it will explode itself.
This move turned out to be a common death move, killing a thousand enemies and damaging yourself ten thousand.
Even though Pei Xihe has an extraordinary understanding, it has already taken more than ten days to practice this first transformation, and he has not yet completed one-tenth of it.
And she waved her hand to disperse the embers after the explosion, gathered her energy, and turned to look at a mountain forest.
Pei Xihe's golden eyes flashed, showing some interest.
On the contrary, she was an acquaintance of the Taixue Bachelor, whom she had met at a banquet she had attended.
"Princess Daqian, Yan Mingchen?"
This woman's cultivation has become much more advanced than before. She has broken through from the third realm to the fourth realm and reached the middle stage of immortality.
There were gray shadows leaping beside her, more than one. Pei Xihe looked at it quite strangely. This shadow had the aura of a living thing, but it also seemed like nothingness. However, its cultivation should not be underestimated. They were all late-stage immortals and were protecting them. This woman is fighting against a male cultivator from the Nine Immortal Realms.
Let me explain it, so I won’t take up the number of words in the main text. The description in the main text feels like the number of words is a bit low.
The fate of the last Yuandao was drained, so Zhao Hanfeng and Zhao Qingtang were destined to die when facing the collapse of Shenzhou. It was both their choice and fate.
In addition, "Zhao Qingtang offended Penglai" as described in the previous article, "Zhao Hanfeng, a Mahayana master, actually has no corresponding spiritual stone wealth" and "the heroine first went to Wanzhong Mountain to learn swordsmanship. Zhao Hanfeng planned for her to go to Lieyang Small World to suppress Jin Yan and come back. He accepted him as a disciple, but ended up dying in it." "The inheritance is powerful, but the reputation is not obvious, and few people in Tianxu China know it." All imply that their luck in inheriting this lineage is bleak.
The reason for the reunion of luck is that the heroine has a nine-nine life pattern. After becoming a disciple, she can gather the fortune of heaven. The one who has gained significantly is Zhao Qingtang, and his practice has become much smoother. The help can be compared to the Golden Crow clan lineage, but it is far inferior to this kind of racial relationship. In addition, the fate is overbearing, so the luck cannot be taken away. This is not an imposed setting.
