Do Not Seek Fairy Fate

Chapter 689

"happy!"

The gigantic goat shrunk and turned into an old man with a three-inch beard. He licked his tongue and showed a happy face:

"Here is full of energy and inspiration, and the dragonborn is a great tonic."

"If I can stay here for a hundred years and eat raw dragons from time to time to nourish my body and soul, I'm afraid I can advance to the late ghost king stage."

"Congratulations, senior, for making progress again." A young man stood not far away and cupped his hands:

"However, this world is not safe. If we attract the attention of the eight dragons, we may not have a chance even if we want to escape."

"I understand." Yang Jun turned his head and glanced at the young man:

"Boy, when will you break through?"

"The longest is two or three months, and the shortest is more than ten days." The young man smiled lightly:

"Senior, don't worry, I have already forged the body of the ghost king. I just need to accumulate enough to be promoted. It's just a matter of time."

"Actually!"

"If it wasn't for worrying about attracting the attention of my elder brothers, the younger generation would have had the opportunity to prove the ghost king as early as in the underworld."

"That's good." Mr. Yang nodded:

"Let's change the place for now. The nearby dragonborn are a little restless these days, and I'm afraid they have already noticed our existence."

"Exactly." The young man said with a smile:

"Now that I have just entered the world, brothers are still secretly collecting blood. If the top dragon descendants know that outsiders have come to this world..."

"Thinking about it, it must be interesting!"

"Borrowing a knife to kill someone?" Yang Jun raised his eyebrows:

"Boy, aren't you afraid that the knife will fall on you?"

"Isn't there still a senior here?" The young man looked sideways:

"Instead of looking for them one by one, let the dragon descendants of this world take action. With fewer competitors, I am more likely to inherit the throne of King Lu."

"Hmm..." Mr. Yang lowered his head and looked at the young man thoughtfully:

"Meng Tian, ​​it's no wonder the lord has taken a fancy to you, and even agreed to the marriage between the princess and you. I hope this time it will really come true as you wish."

"Walk!"

With a low drink in his mouth, the wind was steep in the arena, and he went straight to a dragon cave in the distance.

…………

"puff!"

A pitch-black short blade appeared in the middle of a pair of dragon eyes.

The hard dragon scales were like nothing before the sharp edge of the short blade, and were easily broken, and a yin and cold air went straight into the dragon soul.

With just one blow, the vitality in the dragon eye is gone.

"Crack..."

The bull demon Zhang Ji lightly tapped his palms and came from not far away:

"However, after only a few months in the area, Brother Bai has already made great progress in his cultivation. It seems that he is only one step away from the middle stage of Ghost King."

"It's no match for Brother Zhang." Uncle Bai shook his head, retracting the dagger:

"My bloodline level is not high. Although it is easy to advance, my strength is limited. I can only do some sneaky and shady things."

"Uncle Bai is too modest." Di Ku said:

"How many people in the world can escape Uncle Bai's shadowless blade, and there are still a few people like Mo Taoist."

"Why!"

Uncle Bai sighed, there was no interface.

It was a big blow for him to suffer from Mo Qiu. After all, the opponent is only Jindan, but he is a ghost king.

Even if you are not good at close combat, it shouldn't be like this.

but……

It's different now!

After shaking hands, after slaughtering dragon descendants and seizing blood during this period, his cultivation and strength have improved by leaps and bounds.

Not only him!

Di Ku, who was originally stuck at the limit of the ghost general, is about to advance to the ghost king.

Moqiu's disciple, Wang Hu, has also completed his golden core, and even devoured the blood essence of a thunder dragon, the power of wind and thunder is extremely amazing.

have to say.

Without attracting the attention of the top dragon descendants, Dragon Burial Heaven is a huge treasure trove, with endless benefits waiting to be excavated.

…………

Kazehara.

This is the junction of Xiangliu and Qinglong forces.

Qinglong is a wood, born with the power to control the vitality of all things, but it is cruel by nature, and likes to plunder the vitality of other people for its own use.

"boom!"

The hurricane and Shenmu collided in the air.

A wave of terrifying divine thoughts swept back and forth in Fengyuan.

The earth felt as if it had been plowed, the soil was torn and rolled, and the land as large as Li Xu rushed straight into the sky, and then exploded in the air.

The land of thousands of miles becomes a battlefield.

The hurricane swept across thousands of miles, and the sound of the wind was like howling ghosts, deafening.

"Liu Tian, ​​you trespassed on our clan's territory and slaughtered the blood of the dragon descendants. Today I will pay for your life. I know that the Qinglong bloodline is not easy to bully!"

"fart!"

"It's obvious that you sneaked into our place. In the past few months, Xiangliu's lineage has had several dragon descendants either seriously injured or disappeared."

"Do you dare to say that you didn't do it?"

"of course not!"

"nonsense!"

"kill!"

"Boom..."

The roar continued for days.

until a certain day.

A hundred-foot-long blue dragon crossed its legs in the air, its eyes bursting with divine light, and hundreds of clansman's spiritual thoughts blessed it, sweeping wildly across thousands of miles.

"Young Patriarch!"

In the sky, a stream of light flew over, revealing a human dragon imperial envoy:

"There is a message from the Sun Palace that someone from the outside world has sneaked into the Dragon Burial Heaven and secretly killed the dragon descendants. There may be a misunderstanding between our clan and Xiangliu's lineage."

"Um?"

"Huh!"

In the distance, the hurricane suddenly stagnated.

Apparently, Xiangliu's lineage also got the news, and the two sides froze on the spot. Finally, they said a few harsh words and retreated towards the rear.

The contradiction between Xiangliu and Qinglong has lasted for millions of years, and it is impossible to let it go easily.

However, this kind of conflict is difficult to resolve in a short time, so you might as well put it aside for the time being, but it is extremely rare for someone from the outside world to come.

If you can find a passage to the outside world...

It must be a great achievement!

first,

It is to find someone from the outside world.

"Send an order to find out which dragon descendants have disappeared or been killed in our clan recently, and submit them as soon as possible after sorting them out."

"yes!"

With an order, many dragon descendants and dragon imperial envoys scattered away, like a huge net opened, catching possible fish.

…………

secluded abyss.

Mo Qiu doesn't know how deep he has fallen and where he is.

But the instincts of his body and soul told him that this is the most suitable place to break through.

The thick Yin Qi floats around as if it has substance, like a thick smog, completely obscuring people's sight and perception.

Even for him, it's hard to tell what happened to Li Xu.

In the dark, cold, and dead world, a dim and deep halo flickers from time to time, and Mo Qiu is in the middle of the halo.

He sat cross-legged, his eyes closed tightly, and his breath dropped to freezing point.

The Abyss is not safe.

Resentment is intertwined, and the dragon soul is raging. Whenever there is the breath of living creatures, they will be torn apart and swallowed up by them.

Fortunately, Mo Qiu is not unprepared.

On his body, there is the King Ming Armor whose defensive power is not inferior to the top-notch magic weapon. This armor not only has amazing defensive power, but also can lock all auras.

If the breath does not leak out, it will naturally not attract foreign objects.

Three thousand runes surround King Ming's armor, and each rune is like a heavenly soldier, protecting the body with three thousand heavenly soldiers, forming a second layer of defense.

Heavenly Soldiers Body Tempering Art!

As the Taoist robe of Quanzhen Dao inheritance bestowed by Taiyizong, Mo Qiu naturally also wore it on his body, and the magic power on it was also revealed.

The illusory long river covers more than ten feet.

It doesn't look big, but every inch inside is stretched to the limit, even if the real Nascent Soul comes here, it is difficult to get close in an instant.

Beyond the long river, there is a gloomy and undulating halo.

Halo, from Hellmap.

The map of hell manifests the realm of eighteen layers of hell, like eighteen layers of invisible shell, which wraps Moqiu firmly on the outside.

Many defenses did not lock his perception of the outside world.

Quite the opposite.

Many methods, on the contrary, are like layers of amplifiers, allowing Mo Qiu to know the surrounding situation well, and everything is under control.

"call……"

"suck!"

The chest and abdomen rose and fell slightly, and the mind slowly became silent.

Dantian place,

Yuan Tai, who was also sitting cross-legged, suddenly opened his eyes, and a cold halo appeared in his eyes and shone through.

"Crack!"

Golden core, a crack appeared.

The golden core is broken, and it is almost impossible to consummate it.

That is.

Advanced Nascent Soul, if you don't succeed, all previous efforts will be wasted!

In this life, there is no possibility of advancement.

The existence of the golden elixir, on the one hand, provides sufficient essence for the birth of the primordial fetus, and secondly, it can also prevent the weak primordial fetus from being affected by demons.

But when the primordial fetus grows up, it becomes a bondage.

Only by breaking the shackles can the original fetus be truly transformed into an infant.

The higher the cultivation base, the stronger the strength, the more abundant the accumulation, the stronger the shell of the golden core, the greater the bondage to the original body, and the harder it is to break.

certainly,

This is not difficult for Mo Qiu.

"Crack..."

There are more and more cracks, and the originally flawless golden core gradually spread through the cracks, and a pure aura also began to emerge from them.

some moment.

"Peng!"

The golden core shattered.

A faint light suddenly spread.

In the middle of the gloomy light, Mo Qiu sat cross-legged, as if shrunk by more than ten times, the spirit fire around his body rose and fell, and the lotus platform below him crossed his legs, his figure rapidly became larger.

Three inches, one foot, three feet...

up to the size of a person.

at this time.

The physical body that once provided nourishment for the Nascent Embryo has once again become a hindrance to the Nascent Infant's formation. Huge pressure comes from all directions.

Yuan Ying opened his eyes, and lightly squeezed the Yin Jue with his ten fingers.

"break!"

"boom……"

Hundreds of orifices in the body suddenly opened, and terrifying essence roared out, gathering outside the body.

A phantom also quietly emerged.

Nascent Soul Dharma Form!

The newborn Nascent Soul is illusory and unreal, but the invisible avenue between heaven and earth is self-generated, and several heavenly punishments have already been sent down.

at the same time.

The dense yin energy from hundreds of miles around gathered towards the Nascent Soul as if inspired.

Instantly.

The world changes color.

Nascent Soul...

forming!

…………

somewhere in the mountains.

The saint sits cross-legged in the formation.

She has gone through the reincarnation of three lives, and her primordial spirit does not disperse.

Now, through the blessing of the formation, this mysterious fluctuation contained in the third world spreads at a speed that is difficult to distinguish and silent.

Other people, ghosts, and dragons cannot perceive anything.

But there is an existence that is extremely sensitive to it.

The third evil dragon!

"hold head high!"

In the void, a melodious, high-pitched, and excited roar suddenly came.

"Third Evil Dragon!"

Cheng Tianhou moved his eyes:

"It's really coming."

"The evil dragons of the third generation were born with a sense of heaven and earth. They have almost no similar kind, but the dragon's nature is sinful, and the instinct to reproduce offspring is rooted in the bloodline primordial spirit." Jiang Luxian said slowly:

"This evil dragon of the third generation has been holding back for countless tens of thousands of years. Now that he senses the appearance of a 'similar', he will definitely come here in a hurry."

"Same kind?" Cheng Tianhou touched his chin with a strange expression on his face:

"So, this male dragon intends to marry the saint and continue the offspring?"

"It's not a male dragon." The mysterious man from the ancestral temple said coldly:

"The third evil dragon has no distinction between male and female, male and female. It can change male and female and adapt itself. There is no difference between male and female."

"but……"

"The Dharma door practiced by the Holy Maiden cannot be defiled, so I need all of you to work together to help the Holy Maiden take down the evil dragon."

"certainly!"

The ghosts nodded, then calmed down, lost their breath, and stared into the distance.

Not long.

An illusory dragon-shaped thing approached quietly.

"coming!"

All the ghosts tensed their bodies together.

The third evil dragon is extraordinary, its strength is comparable to that of a middle-level ghost king. Even if all the ghosts work together, they may not be sure to take it down.

Visible to the naked eye, the evil dragon is approaching rapidly.

suddenly.

Nielong's figure suddenly froze, his head swayed slightly, and he looked back into the distance, his eyes seemed to be full of surprise.

Immediately, it turned into ecstasy.

"hold head high!"

With a loud and long howl, the Nielong of the Third World suddenly turned around and flew towards the rear.

It can sense that there is another existence that agrees with its request.

The existence in front is just the primordial spirit of the third generation, and the existence there seems to have experienced the reincarnation of the third generation even with some kind of strange origin.

"Successful!"

"Do it!"

Cheng Tianhou shouted loudly.