Immortal Road

The blood-red light suddenly surged dozens of feet, and half of the sky was illuminated by a blood-red color.

However, the blood-red mist only existed within a few feet of Ishikawa.

Ishikawa only felt the stinging pain in his dantian, and his spiritual power and divine power stopped working at the same time and could not be used by Ishikawa.

Ishikawa was greatly shocked. Although Ishikawa could not be in any danger in this valley, it was understandable that his spiritual power was imprisoned, but how could his divine power be imprisoned? Could there be something super-divine here?

Can this blood soul bead and mining pick treasure imprison divine power?

The blood soul bead slowly approached the position of the mining pick dragon head.

And the mining pick treasure seemed to tremble, and the black covering on it kept shaking, like old bark, falling off bit by bit.

This process was very slow, and the mining pick treasure seemed to be undergoing a transformation, which was an extremely complicated process.

The dragon head seemed to be about to stretch out, wanting to swallow the blood soul bead, but the blood soul bead seemed to deliberately lure it, circling in the air, never falling into the dragon's mouth.

Soon, the sound of bustling footsteps came from afar, and the people in the valley also discovered the strange phenomenon here, and they all rushed over, pointing and talking dozens of feet away from Ishikawa. There were also a few brave people who came closer to take a closer look.

"Saint, what's wrong?" An old man in his fifties came forward and asked respectfully. His clothes and words showed that he was of high status.

"There is nothing for you here. You can leave for now!" Zhong Qing looked at the crowd in the distance. She said lightly.

Her attention was always on Ishikawa.

She was a little worried in her heart. But she didn't show it in her words.

The saint spoke softly, but everyone heard it clearly. In the valley, the saint with an ageless face was almost worshiped as a god, and no one dared to disobey the saint's words.

The old man looked at the curious people in the valley and said, "The saint has ordered us to leave quickly."

Everyone looked at Ishikawa curiously. They were ready to leave. However, they only saw the side of Ishikawa and could not see his face clearly.

At this moment, a thin middle-aged man in his forties walked up slowly without listening to the saint's order.

His eyes stared at Ishikawa without blinking, as if there was something strange on Ishikawa's face.

And he slowly walked in front of Ishikawa.

This action angered the old man, who couldn't help but shouting: "Hurry back, didn't you hear the saint's words?"

The forty-year-old middle-aged man continued to walk forward as if he hadn't heard it at all. There was a look of horror on his face, and his mouth opened wide, as if he saw something that shocked him very much.

On the other side, a middle-aged woman also hurried over: "Husband, hurry up and leave. The order of the saint cannot be disobeyed."

But the middle-aged man was like a wooden stake. No matter how the woman pulled, he did not move.

"Ishikawa! Fellow Daoist Shi! Is it you? How is this possible?" The middle-aged man muttered to himself, with a look of disbelief on his face.

Zhong Qing naturally noticed the abnormal behavior of the middle-aged man. When she heard the middle-aged man call out Ishikawa's name, her eyebrows slightly raised.

"Let him stay, you all go back!" Zhong Qing said again.

The old man heard it and hurriedly said respectfully: "Yes!" He quickly waved his hand and took everyone away. And the woman next to the middle-aged man.

Soon, there were only three people left.

Ishikawa covered in blood-red light. Zhong Qing silently watched Ishikawa's back in front of the thatched house, and the middle-aged man staring at Ishikawa in a daze.

Silence.

Ishikawa's eyes were already blood-red.

Ishikawa was very conscious, but the scenery in front of him was blood red, and all the scenery was covered by red light.

"Pah! Pah!" The black thing on the pickaxe treasure began to fall off slowly, revealing a blood-red scaly thing, which slowly turned dark red as time went by.

More and more black things fell off, from the middle of the pickaxe to both ends.

"Buzz!" A light sound was transmitted nearby.

It seemed to be a cry from the dragon's mouth.

It seemed to be calling, and it seemed to be thirsty for the blood soul bead.

After two hours, the sky became dark, and the blood light enveloped the river beach.

A more intense red light suddenly appeared on the blood soul bead, and this red light rose straight up, passing through layers of valley fog, and pierced the sky.

"Bang!" The last piece of black on the pickaxe treasure finally fell off.

A blood-red dragon head appeared in front of Ishikawa in its entirety.

As soon as the dragon head appeared, the whole treasure seemed to come alive, slightly stretched in the air, and flew towards the blood soul bead.

The blood soul bead, of course, refused to give in easily, and fled far away, continuing to seduce the blood dragon.

But the blood dragon's escape speed was extremely fast, it flew up and swallowed the blood soul bead into its stomach.

At this moment, Ishikawa felt the pores around his body dilate, as if he had experienced a great catastrophe.

The divine power began to flow slowly, and in the dantian, it seemed that because of the departure of the blood soul bead, the divine power primordial infant and the origin primordial infant were in a state of tripartite.

After the blood dragon swallowed the blood soul bead, it flew back to Ishikawa, turned into a sharp sword, and inserted into the sand.

The hilt of the sword is in the shape of a dragon head, and the sword has fine scales, just like the body of a blood dragon.

The sword is dark red and exudes a strong bloody smell.

Although Zhong Qing did not move, his face was not good. His face was pale and seemed to be greatly hurt.

As for the middle-aged man, he actually retreated several feet away involuntarily. He really couldn't bear this bloody force.

Ishikawa slowly opened his eyes, stretched out his hand, and the dark red blood sword was grabbed by Ishikawa.

A feeling of blood connection immediately spread throughout Ishikawa's body.

The dragon head suddenly stretched out from the hilt, bit Ishikawa's arm, and then turned into a red light, flowing into Ishikawa's body along the wound, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

And in this process, Ishikawa did not feel any pain.

When Ishikawa got the mining pick treasure from the auction, he was deeply attracted by it and tried to refine it, but he did not succeed. However, in the process of using it, he had an inexplicable tacit understanding with the treasure.

Although Ishikawa hid the treasure here, there was also a trace of blood power in his body, which may be the reason for the formation of the blood bead.

Ishikawa's mind was immersed in his body, and he found that there seemed to be a dragon in his blood, flowing against the current in his blood.

It seemed to be a part of Ishikawa, and there was no strange feeling brought by the blood bead.

Ishikawa also secretly considered that this dark red blood sword might need the nourishment of blood like the natal magic weapon, but Ishikawa felt that it would not cause much damage to himself.

"Shi Daoyou, is it really you?" A heavy voice interrupted Ishikawa's thoughts.

Ishikawa then noticed that the middle-aged man not far away came.

But Ishikawa did not have much impression of this person, but from what he said, he seemed to be familiar with himself.

This made Ishikawa a little confused.

Ishikawa also noticed that there was a very small fluctuation of spiritual power on this person, which was different from other people in Yougu.

This is Yougu, a place where spiritual power can be imprisoned. The spiritual power on this person also indicates that this person should be an outsider cultivator, not a native resident of Yougu.

Although this spiritual power could not play any role, it was definitely spiritual power.

"Maybe there is really a connection with this person!" Ishikawa thought in his heart. After all, Ishikawa's appearance has hardly changed. It is possible that some Taoist friends who had a shallow acquaintance in the past recognized him.

The middle-aged man smiled bitterly, shook his head and said: "It is normal that Daoyou Shi did not recognize me in my current appearance. After all, we have not seen each other for decades. My name is Cang Cun. Does Daoyou Shi still remember me?"

"Daoyou Cang? How could I not remember!" Ishikawa looked at the middle-aged man in disbelief, and could not find any trace of Cang Cun in his appearance.

In fact, Ishikawa had never thought that Cang Cun would survive, let alone that Cang Cun would appear in Yougu.

When Qingyun Sect sealed off the ancient ruins, most of the cultivators died tragically.

Cang Cun's cultivation was only middle-low, but he was able to survive, and even left the ancient ruins and came here. This is definitely a miracle.

How could this not surprise Ishikawa?

Ishikawa remembered that when he came to Yougu, he stayed here for quite a while, and did not see Cang Cun.

Cang Cun must have arrived here later.

Cang Cun sighed, bowed respectfully to Zhong Qing, and said: "Friend Zhong, this is a good friend of mine. I hope you can help him find a suitable girl to marry as soon as possible, otherwise his spiritual power will be imprisoned soon."

When these words came out, Ishikawa and Zhong Qing were stunned, but soon they all knew Cang Cun's idea.

Cang Cun wanted Ishikawa to take the golden thread grass as soon as possible, so as to extend the time when his spiritual power would not be completely imprisoned.

Moreover, there was still a trace of spiritual power fluctuation in Cang Cun's body, which means that Cang Cun should have found a special way to keep his spiritual power from being imprisoned. However, this method should not be very effective, otherwise Cang Cun would not have only such a trace of spiritual power left.

"Saint! Although I, Cang Cun, have not done anything big since I came to Yougu, I have made some contributions. I hope that Saint will agree to my request for my hard work over the years!" Cang Cun said respectfully.

Zhong Qing showed a bitter smile on his face, which seemed extremely helpless. (To be continued...)

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