Medical Sovereign

"The invincible existence among the pinnacle demigods. If he hadn't been extremely ambitious and made bold words, he would never have entered the divine realm until he became a peerless demigod. I'm afraid he would have come to the earthly world to seek revenge on you."

Long Luo said with a bitter look on his face.

The Dragon King was silent. There was no doubt about the power of the two martial souls. Although Ji Wentian and he were now in the peak demigod realm, he knew that Ji Wentian was no match for him.

If Ji Wenzhen breaks through the trance, he will not be afraid. After all, there are shackles from heaven and earth, and a strong trance state will be restrained when they come to the earthly world, unable to display their true strength.

But Ji Wentian was able to break through, but he always suppressed his strength and refused to break through. Once he comes to the secular world to seek revenge, he will definitely not be his opponent, and the end may be extremely miserable.

Being crushed to ashes and broken into pieces may be minor. With Ji Wentian's temperament, it is more likely that his soul will be extracted by him, and he will be subjected to the torture of soul refining that is worse than death all the time.

"Brother, you are in a very bad situation now. You have aroused public outrage by killing so many people. Now you are charged with being a wanted criminal in the God's Domain. Once Ji Wentian is released from prison, he will definitely be killed on this charge. You, even if our Long family is dissatisfied, we can't say anything."

Long Luo said worriedly: "So, my father and I put on a show, expelled me from the Long family, and relegated me to the outer palace for training. I took the opportunity of searching for a special physique to go out, and I came to the secular world to inform you and let you Hurry up and find a place to hide, to avoid being caught by Ji Wentian."

"Father?"

The Dragon King trembled all over, and his eyes changed slightly. He probably didn't expect that his always indifferent father would still care about his life and death, which made him feel warm in his heart. But when he thought of his situation, he shook his head bitterly: "Ji They are good at divination, and even if I hide to the ends of the earth, I can’t escape their pursuit.”

"Of course my father knows this very well, so he asked me to tell you something: Five Elements Escape, Eight Gates Hidden, Nine Flowers Appearing, Heaven and Earth Tribulation, Void God-Being Road, Ten Thousand Years Climb to the Immortal Platform."

Long Luo said solemnly: "Father said, this is an ancestral precept that only the most core senior leaders of the Eight Sects of Qimen are qualified to know. It must not be spread easily. According to the calculations of the fortune teller, this time you narrowly escape death and your only chance of survival is It’s in this sentence.”

"Five Elements Escape, Eight Gates Hidden, Nine Flowers Appearing, Heaven and Earth Tribulations, Void God-Being Road, Ten Thousand Years Climbing the Immortal Platform, what do you mean?"

The Dragon King muttered these words softly and asked with a confused look on his face.

Long Luo spread his hands irresponsibly: "I don't understand what it means. Anyway, my father asked me to tell you, so I will tell you word for word."

"All right,

Although I don’t understand what it means, since it was said by my father, there must be a deep meaning in it. I will think about it carefully later to see if I can figure out the meaning. "

The Dragon King muttered helplessly, stared at Long Luo and asked, "Do you have other missions in this world?"

"Well, Ji Wentian has condensed two martial souls. Our Long family is in a very bad situation, so the family fortune teller did not hesitate to waste his lifespan to make another prediction for the family."

Long Luo didn't hide anything from the Dragon King, and said with a serious expression: "The fortune teller gave us a prediction that the fate of the Long family is the same as yours. It's a near-death situation. There is still a glimmer of hope in a desperate situation."

"What is the hexagram?"

Although the Dragon King risked his life to escape from the divine realm in order not to implicate his family, he still had great feelings for his family and asked nervously after hearing this.

"The dragon rises and returns to the sea, the eastern paradise, the sky is south and the sea is north, and the misty sky is clear."

Long Luo looked at the Dragon King expectantly. He racked his brains and couldn't figure out what this hexagram meant. He could only place all his hopes on his elder brother.

result……

The Dragon King asked with a confused face: "What do you mean?"

"I wish I knew what it meant."

Long Luo scratched his head in distress and muttered with a frustrated face.

"No hints?"

Dragon King asked sarcastically.

"No, the fortune teller coughed up blood after he finished the calculation. He said that he had revealed the secret and counted people who shouldn't have been counted. Their lives were not long. No matter how much I asked him, he refused to say more."

Long Luo sighed and said quietly.

"Hey! What these fortune tellers talk about all day long is not to get more rewards."

The Dragon King said disdainfully that he knew what kind of virtue these fortune tellers were, and they must have some skills, but they liked to pretend the most, using the excuse of revealing secrets and losing their longevity, rather than wanting to get more rewards.

Long Luo's expression became a little strange: "I think this fortune teller didn't lie, because he died that night."

"ah?"

The Dragon King opened his mouth in astonishment, his face immediately became serious, and he said thoughtfully: "No wonder my father believed in his fortune-telling so much that he sent you to the earthly world to find hope for life."

"Who says it's not the case? After that fortune teller died, I went to consult other fortune tellers with the divination. As a result, those guys who are usually greedy for money were unwilling to interpret the divination no matter how much money I was given. They all followed me. Like a ghost, afraid of snakes and scorpions."

Long Luo said with a depressed face: "Just these four hexagrams, my head is almost spinning, and I can't come up with any clues."

"The dragon rises and returns to the sea, the eastern paradise, the sky south and the sea north, the misty sky, what exactly is this metaphor?"

Seeing his brother's troubled look, the Dragon King subconsciously murmured softly.

Kong Lei on the side glanced at their brothers in surprise when he heard this, with a thoughtful look on his face, muttering to himself, "I don't know what it means to ascend the dragon and return to the sea, but the Eastern Paradise?" Where is the paradise in the east? There is a paradise island.

As for the last two sentences: The sky is south and the sea is north, and the sky is misty.

After she pondered for a moment, her expression became strange.

Ding Ning is about to establish Tianze Sect on Piaomiao Immortal Island in Beihai. Although Beihai is called Beihai, it is actually the northernmost point of South China Sea, which corresponds to Tiannanhaibei and Piaomiaotianze. Aren’t these two sentences referring to Tianzezong?

This made her immediately alert. The news that Tianze Sect was established on Piaomiao Fairy Island has not been announced to the outside world. Currently, only some of her own people know about it. How did the Dragon King know about it? What does he want to do?

I immediately paid attention secretly in my heart and pricked my ears to eavesdrop on what they were talking about.

It's a pity that the Dragon King brothers have been talking through sound transmission. Before, the Dragon King also whispered to himself when he was thinking hard, and then he didn't make any sound again, which made Kong Lei feel very depressed.

He secretly decided to tell Ding Ning about this matter immediately afterward, reminding him to be careful about the Dragon King brothers in the future. After all, they are from the three major temples, and who knows what crooked ideas they are planning.

At this moment, the situation in the field has undergone subtle changes. No matter how Francis increases his momentum, Ding Lie remains as unmoving as a stubborn stone in the turbulent torrent, constantly using this pressure to sharpen his sword.

With Francis' strength, how could he not see that Ding Lie regarded him as a whetstone and actually used his pressure to sharpen his sword. This made him ashamed, annoyed and angry, and he wanted to slap this humble insect to death.

But at this moment, he was riding a tiger and couldn't get off. Ding Lie's sword intent was condensed and undissipated, which actually posed a huge threat to him. It formed a wonderful connection with his "power" that was interdependent but mutually exclusive.

He had an intuition that if he dared to take back his "power" rashly, Ding Lie's knife intention would definitely flow in and pose a serious threat to his life.

This made him very angry. The swordsman in front of him, who had a low level of cultivation, actually used his sword intent to compete with him. This was a great shame and humiliation for him who thought highly of himself.

He did not have the noble sentiments of adult beauty, and with the thought of luck, quietly, quietly, and secretly, he retreated a little bit.

As a result, as he expected, the sword intent that had been suppressed by his power was condensed into a ball and pursued the victory like a shark smelling the smell of blood. It surged in like a flood that burst a dam, frightening him to stop immediately. With the move of retreat, he desperately exuded more power to fight with the sword intent. It took the boss a lot of effort to suppress the increasingly stronger sword intent and regain his footing.

Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, Ding Lie, who had closed his eyes and fell into a state of enlightenment, began to become restless again. The sword's intention was rippling and slashing at him, making him scramble for a while before he finally suppressed it.

This made him groan secretly in his heart, and he wanted to forcefully take back his power, and kill this hateful Chinese insect even with the threat of the sword intent entering his body.

But he thought about it again and again and rejected the idea. After all, there was more than one Ding Lie at the scene, as well as two strong men, Dragon King and Ding Ning.

If he dared to kill Ding Lie even though he was injured, he didn't dare say Dragon King, Ding Ning would definitely fight him to the death.

Before coming, he didn't take Ding Ning seriously at all, but after witnessing his feat of physically carrying missiles, he immediately put aside his contempt and elevated his threat to the highest level.

If Ding Ning hadn't been obviously seriously injured, which made him see the advantage, to be honest, he might not have shown up to intercept.

After all, the older a person gets, the more afraid of death he becomes. As Odin's martial boy, even if he is just a servant, he is like a patron saint in the eyes of the top management of the United States. He enjoys being respected by thousands of people and treated with respect. Wonderful feeling.

Therefore, at this moment, his intestines are about to turn green. If he had known that this humble insect could force him into the dilemma he is in now, he would never send out any damn "power" to frighten the opponent. He would raise his hand and directly slap Duo to death. save trouble.

Unfortunately, there is no such thing as regret in the world. No matter how regretful Francis is, it will not help. He can only be extremely "cooperative" and act as his whetstone, allowing Ding Lie to use his influence to sharpen his sword. He only hopes that he will complete his epiphany as soon as possible. If he takes the initiative to get out of this entangled state, he will definitely slap him to death without hesitation.

As time goes by, Ding Lie's sword intention becomes more and more powerful, and his whole body is full of sword energy, exuding a wild and domineering attitude that looks down on the world.

What Francis couldn't accept was that Daoyi seemed to be no longer satisfied with just clinging to that one-third of an acre of land, and began to become restless. Frequent provocations separated his power, forcing him to release more power. Maintain a balanced confrontation situation.

There were even several times when he couldn't help but unleash all his strength, hoping to suppress Ding Lie's sword intent in one fell swoop and end this alternative confrontation that left him extremely passive and aggrieved.

It's a pity that Ding Lie's sword intention is too cunning. Once he realizes that his "power" is too concentrated and poses a threat, he immediately retreats in a cunning manner to attack those that are more dispersed, leaving Francis exhausted.

At this moment, Ding Lie played the essence of guerrilla warfare of "when the enemy advances, we retreat, when the enemy is stationed, we harass, when the enemy is tired, we attack, when the enemy retreats, we pursue" the essence of guerrilla warfare was played with such mastery and proficiency that Francis was so angry that he wanted to vomit blood.

But he did not dare to ignore the intrusion of the sword intention. If he relaxed even a little, the sword intention would most likely cut through his momentum and drive straight in, directly attack his body and kill him.

As a result, he had to be led by Ding Lie. Wherever the knife's intention invaded, he would immediately mobilize his "power" to rush to put out the fire, which made him exhausted and complaining endlessly.

Ding Ning watched all this silently, with a relieved smile on his lips, and began to close his eyes in peace of mind to heal.