Qingxizi was one against two and never lost. He swayed his magic power and struck harder and harder, razing a thousand miles of Xilin Mountain to the ground, but he still failed to make a final decision. The blood ancestor and old woman are very cunning, and her true body is hidden in the blood, so she can't hold on to his little tail, so that's it. The thief obviously has a shallow way of doing things, and is not even a golden immortal. He stumbles around like a marionette, but every time Turning danger into safety made her fearful and she had to be distracted and vigilant.
The three parties fought fiercely for a long time, until the sky collapsed and the earth was torn apart, and the sun and the moon lost all light. I don't know since when, Qingxizi noticed that something was wrong in this world. His movements were constrained, and there was a hint of rejection. His energy gradually declined, and it was unstoppable. Her heart trembled, and she looked intently. Not only was her opponent undisturbed, but the attack was getting stronger and stronger, like a divine aid. Qing Xizi's eyelids twitched, and his stomach secretly growled. This was a sign that the world had abandoned his body's Taoism. Although there was no sign of defeat at the moment, it would inevitably lead to losses in a long war.
Just when she was about to retreat, the layers of red clouds swayed, and a cold and obscure aura crashed into this world, overwhelming the world. Qingxizi's whole body relaxed, knowing that it was the Emperor of Heaven who came to help, and she immediately raised her heart. , eyes closed tightly, the black energy between the eyebrows rotating like a nebula, suddenly cracked
Qingxizi had a splitting headache and had no time to prepare the Blood Qi Ancestor. He turned to look at Shen Yuanqiong while still raising his eyebrows. She saw a mass of indescribable darkness, swallowing up all light, so thick that it was almost substantial. The next moment, a pair of eyes slowly opened, and the yellow light rose for a while, and then swirled. The Taoism waxed and waned, grew and faded, and the stalemate lasted only a few breaths. Qingxizi yelled, retreated like an arrow, curled up into a ball, crashed into the void, and disappeared.
With a soft sound, the Blood Ancestor fell to the ground like a kite with its string cut off, and fell into a "big" shape. His body twisted into a snake, and his hands and feet kept twitching. Ninety-nine percent of his life was lost, and only half a breath was left. The yellow light in Shen Yuanqiong's eyes gradually weakened, only to be the size of a mung bean. Two lines of blood and tears dripped from the corners of his eyes, and his field of vision was stained with a faint crimson, as if separated by a layer of window paper, blurred. The world seems to wake up from a deep sleep, the mountains roar and the tsunami sends out
it's all over. Everything has just begun. Shen Yuanqiong stared blankly at the Blood Ancestor, moved his feet unsteadily, approached step by step, and fell on him, opening his mouth to reveal his teeth, and his throat was like a bottomless pit.
It was a dream that was ridiculously long, lasting several years. In the dream, he was very hungry, so hungry that his hands and feet were numb, and he was so hungry that his consciousness was blurred. If he waited a moment longer, his teeth would rebel and gnawed all the flesh on his arms, and his stomach would rebel and swallow all his heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys. Next...it's better to eat someone than to eat yourself! Just like that, he did not hesitate to eat at the ancestor of blood and energy, drink the blood like hair, eat it alive, eat the skin and bones, eat the bones and muscles, chew the bones and organs, eat the soul, from head to toe, from the outside to the inside, without any waste. .
In the dream, he ate for several years and was very full.
No matter how long the dream is, there is a time to wake up. Shen Yuanqiong burped and woke up leisurely. He looked up at the sky. The night was gentle and weeping. The stars were like cold eyes. He looked down at his hands. They were clean and there was no trace of them. Bloodstains. Everything that happened in the dream was so real. He frowned and turned his head to look around. The landslides and the ground were still devastated. Everything stayed at the moment of the fierce battle between the three.
Shen Yuanqiong shuddered, slowly got up, and recalled all the past events. At that time, he didn't know what evil was possessed, and he took the initiative to intervene in the dispute between the Golden Immortals. He actually frightened Qingxizi away, and to save his life, he even did a ridiculous thing. Sutra's strange dream... Just when he was suspicious, a string of scorching thunder suddenly sounded in the air, and the silver snakes danced wildly, tearing the void violently, and a wolf figure crashed in, with disheveled hair and gnashing teeth. It was Qing Xizi, the golden immortal of heaven. She glared at Shen Yuanqiong angrily, her body was riddled with black feathers, her mahogany hairpin in her hand was broken into two pieces, her brows were white and smooth, and the black energy entrenched in them was gone.
Shen Yuanqiong narrowed his eyes slightly, and two balls of yellow light danced in his eyes. In an instant, the sky and the earth rose up like wild beasts, and endless pressure swept over him. Qingxizi exclaimed, his face changed drastically, and he hurriedly stopped and took advantage of the opportunity. Before the void closed, he turned around and fled, disappearing into the depths of thunder and lightning. He came in a hurry and left in a hurry. The world returned to peace. Shen Yuanqiong stood there for a long time, thoughtful and guessing. Qing Xizi did not hesitate to destroy the peach wood hairpin, tear through the void and return to this world. His journey was delayed, and it would take several years. His feeling was not accurate... That dream did not last for a few years... he swallowed his flesh and blood alive. Ancestor, neither
It's a dream...
Shen Yuanqiong took a deep breath, the magic power in his body surged like a tide, the abyss was as deep as the sea, the body and mind were as close as heaven and earth, the Taoism was running smoothly, and the "feeding technique" also made great progress, all of which were given by the ancestor of blood and energy. . Eat bait, eat bait, people are bait, demons are bait, immortals are bait, everything in the world, visible and invisible, is bait. Those who follow me will prosper, and those who go against me will perish. If the damage is not enough, there will be more than enough. This is the Huangquan Taoism he upholds. It is also the fundamental way to awaken this world.
He had never been stronger, and he had never been so alone.
After standing there for a long time, the east gradually turned white. Shen Yuanqiong gathered his mood and walked away. Daxia Buddhism and Taoism have many talented and beautiful people. The masters are like crucian carp crossing the river. The outstanding ones reach the sky in one step and enter the heaven. However, to Shen Yuanqiong, those people are nothing more than local chickens and dogs. His enemy is in heaven, and his opportunity is also in heaven. To Shen Yuanqiong, this world is just a small pond. The water is shallow and it is difficult to raise a real dragon. Sooner or later, he will go to heaven to meet Qingxizi for a while. Settle old scores.
From that day on, Shen Yuanqiong traveled all over the Great Xia, experiencing experiences and cultivating along the way, extracting powerful souls as resources, and promoted the "Food Technique" to refine the sea of consciousness and warm up the mind. I don’t know if it’s because he swallowed the blood ancestor. All the obstacles he encountered before melted away like ice and snow, and suddenly he became enlightened. The sea of consciousness gradually became stronger, and his spiritual thoughts also grew stronger. Even the great demon with profound Taoism was reduced to a piece of fish. , let him slaughter you.
On this day, Shen Yuanqiong finally returned to Dadu.
It's like a spring dream without a trace. Zhang Haishang's large ship was gone forever. Six to seven hundred people, tens of thousands of kilograms of goods, full of silk, brocade, pottery and porcelain, together with his most valued son Zhang Chengyun, were taken away by the Sea Dragon King. Shen Wujiang was in ruins, his jewelry business was in disarray, and his savings for many years were turned into drug dregs on the streets. It is said that he was suffering from old age and illness, and he wanted to return to his roots. He set out to return to Jiannan, and died halfway. Those children who were feasting and entertaining in those days drifted with the tide of the generations. Some went upstairs, some were buried in deep ditches, and fell into the weeds and rain. Their fate was ill-fated.
He spent a lot of money to enjoy fine wines and delicacies at Guanhe Tower, tasted big dragon dumplings and small dragon dumplings at Zhu Skull Teahouse, pampered the most beautiful and beautiful courtesans at Linshui Pavilion, and went boating on Songjiang Lake, Chunshen Lake, and Fengyi Lake. moon. In this familiar and warm city, Shen Yuanqiong was alone, without any pretense, leaving a legend.
