Su Yiwen Lingzhao

In a beautifully furnished palace.

A group of beautiful maids held jade plates and presented delicious dishes.

Big crabs such as basin-sized crabs, plump and snow-white spirit fish, and thick-armed prawns…

In addition, there are also some dishes such as oysters, scallops, and sixty-six, all with a hint of aura, with a variety of seasonings with different flavors, delicious and delicious.

Ying Que accompanies Su Yi and others for a feast first, and during the conversation, he also learned the identities of Su Yi and others.

When she learned that Su Yi was from Dazhou, Ying Que was stunned for a while, as if she couldn't believe it.

"I heard that the place where Da Zhou is located is the southern border of the Cangqing Continent. Thirty thousand years ago, the first Buddhist holy place in the world, the Prajna Zen Court, occupied that territory. It is said that there is a real dragon enshrined in the Prajna meditation court, and it has a very strong background."

Ying Que laughed.

Such as jade, the style is excellent.

"This Buddhist faction does have a real dragon. I went to its ruins and got a drop of real dragon blood, so I dare to predict that this is true."

Su Yi said casually, he was dealing with a crab the size of a basin, the crab paste was as white as snow, fragrant and refreshing, very fresh.

Ying Que was shocked, and his eyes flashed with a rare frenzy, "Fellow Daoist Su, are the ruins still there?"

He is a black dragon, and the existence of a true dragon in his heart is like the ultimate goal that can be found on the road of cultivation, comparable to a god!

"The place has long since become ruins. Even if you look for it, you will return empty-handed. What's more, a black dragon like you, in the genus of dragons, although the bloodline talent is called It is first-class, but it is almost impossible to truly transform into a real dragon."

As soon as Su Yi said these words, it was like pouring a basin of cold water, which completely extinguished the heat in Ying Que's heart.

He sighed and said with emotion: "The road is difficult, of course, since my generation is determined to be here, we should be brave."

After a pause, Ying Que said with a smile: "Besides, fellow Daoist Su didn't say anything to death, proving that although this road to becoming a dragon is almost impossible, there must be a glimmer of hope."

Su Yi nodded and said nothing.

It is far more difficult for a cultivator to become a real dragon than for a monk to set foot in the imperial realm.

Under such circumstances, if he tells the truth, he should be afraid that he will not be able to withstand such a blow.

Sometimes it’s good to be ignorant and fearless, at least you won’t feel the real despair when you’re looking for the ropeway…

Three rounds of wine and five flavors of food.

Ying Que got up and left the hall with Su Yi.

This shows how clever Ying Que's way of life is. Even if he is anxious to ask Su Yi to help, he is patient. Appears polite and considerate.

Ying Que's move did win Su Yi's favor.

"Father, I brought an expert to help you!"

In a dark and depressing hall covered with heavy bans, as soon as Ying Que entered, he fell to his knees, looking excited and sad.

The so-called help is to free his father from "begging for death", which is the real death.

This corresponds to Que, which is naturally mixed.

Su Yi raised his eyes

In the depths of the hall, lies a dying black dragon, more than ten feet long, and its body is like a small hill lying on the ground, and the whole body is covered like a fan Large black scales.

What is shocking is that a sword is inserted on the head of the black dragon, and the wound is dry with blood.

In the middle of Jiaolong's body, the flesh and blood were blurred, and after it was obviously broken, the wound was sutured.

Undoubtedly, that sword was left by the sword cultivator.

And its broken body was cut by the robbery of the dragon!

A wisp of obscure and strange forbidden aura lingered on the black scorpion, making Su Yi instantly judge that it was the power aura of the dark ancient ban!

As if hearing Ying Que's voice, Hei Jiao's closed eyes opened, dim, full of pain, confusion, tyranny, chaos, and obviously no consciousness.

Immediately, Hei Jiao seemed to be excited, and a hysterical and crazy roar uttered from his lips:

"Liu Qianxing, I want to kill you! Kill you!!"

The sound shook the hall, revealing incomparable hatred.

Seeing the black scorpion struggling to rush over, Ying Que took out a formation plate from his sleeve robe and turned it violently.

Boom!

The forbidden force covering the surrounding of the hall emerged, like a chain of chains, firmly suppressing the black flood dragon.

"Who is Liu Qianxing?"

Su Yi asked.

Ying Que showed pain and resentment, and said: "This person is the sword cultivator who took the opportunity to sneak attack when my father crossed the calamity of the dragon, this person is from the Tianshu Sword Sect An elder, however, was killed as early as when he attacked my father."

Su Yi suddenly realized, no wonder this black Jiao hated Liu Qianxing so much.

He asked: "If I start to destroy the ban on the dark ancient times, your father is afraid that he will not be able to survive the tea time, and he will die suddenly, can you be prepared?"

Ying Que bowed and saluted, and said, "I have been waiting for thousands of years for this day, and I also ask fellow Daoists to help my father out of his difficulties!"

Su Yi nodded.

Clang!

Wings flying inside.

"What a spirit sword!"

What kind of ferocious spirit is this, the breath is so fierce and terrifying?

Not waiting for Que to understand, suddenly his body froze, his skin tingling, his mind was severely suppressed by a supreme sword power, he felt suffocated, and the boundless fear was like a tide It surged all over his body, so shocked that his soul almost came out,

What a power! ?

Almost at the same time, on the Xuanwu sword, the pattern of swallowing the spirit command glowed, and a bright and clean ray of light was lifted from the sword.

But what's more terrifying is a wisp of breath lingering on the blade of the sword.

It was this breath that made Ying Que beside him feel terrified and terrified.

Shhh!

Su Yi slashed with one sword.

But this sword is not aimed at the black Jiao.

Shout!

Almost at the same time, Ying Que, whose mind was repressed and fell into fear, only felt relieved for a while, and the feeling of despair and helplessness disappeared.

However, as if he had escaped from death, his back was shivering, his face changed completely, and he looked at Su Yi with deep awe.

This inediac realm really has the power to kill him!

Thinking of this, Ying Que is more and more fortunate that she hadn't acted rashly before, otherwise, the consequences would be no different from courting death.

regained some sanity.

Clang!

Seeing this scene, Su Yi put away Xuanwu sword, turned and walked out of the hall, "Your father's time is running out, you can have a good chat with him."

"Thank you, friend!"

Ying Que bowed deeply, and her attitude has changed dramatically.

Before, he was self-reliant on his identity and morality. Although he was jealous of Su Yi, his attitude was modest and thoughtful, but it was also because of what he wanted from Su Yi.

And now, having seen Su Yi's methods, Ying Que has been completely shocked by the power that Su Yi has mastered, and he will no longer dare to be disrespectful.

After all, that is the power of the dark ancient ban, so that he can exist in such a spirit realm, he is helpless, he can only watch his father in the torment of "life is better than death" for countless years .

Under the hands of Su Yi, with a single sword, the power of the Dark Ancient Forbidden was swept away!

How can Ying Que not be alarmed or disrespectful?

"My son, is that you?"

A weak and hoarse voice resounded in the depths of this dark and depressing hall.

Ying Que was shocked, his eyes were red with excitement, he hurried forward, knelt down and said: "Father, you are finally awake!"

…

Hoo~

Out of the hall, Su Yi let out a long breath.

However, borrowing the breath of the Nine Prisons Sword consumes a lot of the power of one's own soul, and even after a long time, the soul will also suffer backlash and trauma.

, it can only last for half an hour at most..."

"For more than half a quarter of an hour, if you forcibly borrow it again, it will cause heavy damage to the soul..."

Thinking of this, Su Yi frowned with a hint of helplessness.

This is just an aura that belongs to the Nine Prisons Sword. I don’t know how long it will take to really use the Nine Prisons Sword.

In his previous life, he was called the emperor of the Great Desolate Kyushu, and although he was able to use the Nine Prisons Sword, he could only last for a quarter of an hour.

However, Su Yi has already figured it out. In the future, as long as he can understand the secrets of the Nine Prisons Sword, no matter how high his cultivation level is, he can easily control this sword!

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