long night walk

Chapter 921 The Sword of the Small Country
After reuniting with Yin Baishuang at the foot of the mountain, Junhe also found Bai Lian.

After probing his contacts and dark forces, he finally got news about Xiao Bailong.

Bai Lian was observing and imitating the two purple talismans in his hand, and when he heard the news from Junhe, he couldn't help frowning for a moment.

He raised his head to look at Junhe, and said with a solemn expression: "Eldest brother said that three years ago, during the battle of Luanyougu, the white dragon carried my corpse in its mouth and rode the wind for millions of miles.

Passing through the Tiangang Wind God Formation, breaking through the thunder and sky tribulation of the gods, flying around the nine heavens for three months without end, and finally being captured by Fengxu, the Jinxian Fengxu of Kaijiang Mountain in the fairy world? "

Yin Baishuang asked in puzzlement, "Why does Bailong fly around the Nine Heavens for three months?"

The Nine Heavens belong to the Immortal Realm, which is a symbol of the Nine Tribulations of Ascension to the Supreme God.

Among the four realms, all those who ascend to cross the catastrophe are determined by the destiny, and the trajectories of the astrolabe are all recorded.

If one forcibly breaks one's fate and crosses the Nine Heavens by force, then one is disobeying one's destiny, what is the meaning of going against the sky?

Not to mention the strong wind and fire of the Nine Heavens, and the day and night training of the Nine Heavens Thunder Tribulation, flying around for three months without falling.

This move is tantamount to provoking Tianwei even more, treating the order of the six realms as nothing, which will inevitably lead to Jinxian's suppression.

This is thanks to the fact that the person who trespassed on the Nine Heavens was a real dragon that disappeared in ancient times, and the emperor would not bear the severance of the blood of the dragon clan, and imposed the punishment of heaven.

If not, if it were someone else, I'm afraid they would have already been wiped out under the calamity of thousands of thunders.

Hearing this, Bai Lian fell silent, and couldn't help closing his eyes, suppressing the surging emotions in his chest.

It took a long time before he said in a dull voice: "It wants to go to Putuo Mountain and seek to get away from the fire dragon spirit."

The dragon is the most powerful and longest living creature in the world. Its body can stand shoulder to shoulder with the gods, and its soul is born to be holy.

Mount Putuo, the land of the West Buddha, has raised a real dragon to protect the mountain in ancient times.

In the long time ago, there have been countless horrible disasters that shocked even the gods and immortals.

The sky collapsed, and the torrent poured into the sky. It was the real dragon named 'Li Huo' who burned his body, burned the torrent, and propped up the western world.

Therefore, Mount Putuo has been able to continue to this day, and most of the immortals in ancient times have continued to multiply.

The dragon's body is burnt out, but its soul still lives on forever.

There are rumors in the Six Realms that anyone who wears the bones of the dead, tempers the dragon spirit, and bathes in the light of the soul can rekindle the fire of life.

Mount Putuo is located in the hidden place of the gods in the west, and it is a little white dragon with the blood of a real dragon.

If he wanted to find this mountain, he could only keep soaring in the Nine Heavens, smelling the soul power in the wind, and chasing the breath of the wind.

Although Bai Lian has passed the catastrophe, he is a demon body after all, and cannot ascend to the fairy world.

Regarding the matter of the Qing court, he is far less familiar with it than the human world.

I don't even know who this Jinxian Fengxu is in the fairy world, and what kind of power he is.

But even so, in the fairy world of the upper qing, whoever can squeeze into the realm of the golden fairy, who is a vulgar fairy?
It is the head of the three sects who are deeply respected and used by the emperor, Baili Yu, Su Guanhai, Yin Dufeng and other strong men in the world.

It is also necessary to follow the Dao smoothly, and there will be no catastrophe in the cultivation career, and it will take another thousand years to achieve the body of the Golden Immortal.

Calculated in this way, this Zhenlong Jinxian is actually stronger and more difficult to contend with than the heads of the three sects.

Jun He saw Bai Li'an's worry, and sighed: "According to common sense, the immortals of Shangqingjie shouldn't meddle in the affairs of the world.

It's just that this white dragon had ascended into the country in 200 years to protect Nanyao Immortal Lake.

It is not allowed to leave without the emperor's order, but it has only been flying into the pool for more than ten years, and then disobeyed the emperor's order, entered the lower world without authorization, and violated the rules of heaven.

Although this dragon has the blood of a real dragon, it is already on the list of arrests in the fairy world. It is well deserved for Jinxian Fengxu to suppress it this time. "

Hearing this, Bai Li'an's heart sank, and he said: "That means, if you want to rescue Xiao Bailong, you must negotiate with that Jinxian Fengxu directly?"

Jun He couldn't understand why Bai Lian wanted to rescue Bailong, and frowned, "Forgive me, the young master doesn't have to do this. It's really irrational to offend a golden fairy. If the young master is eager to find the bones...

If the Taiyin Emperor hadn't asked for it, Jinxian Fengxu would have given the Emperor a face. "

Although Junhe's suggestion is good, it doesn't work in Bailian.

Not to mention that it is absolutely impossible for Bai Lian to abandon the little white dragon and let it suffer the pain of punishment from heaven.

Based on what Bai Lian knew about Little White Dragon, since it was able to perceive the year of his death 200 years ago, it violated the heavenly rules and lower realms.

200 years later, he swallowed his bones and entered Jiuchongtian without authorization.

He believed that it would not be too difficult for Emperor Taiyin to ask for the bones.

It's just that the real difficulty is that Xiao Bailong will never spit out his dead body easily and hand it over to others.

At that time, Jinxian Fengxu was worried that he would offend Zunxian Taiyin, so he would naturally use all means.

Dissect the dragon's abdomen, dig out the dragon's stomach, and take the bones by force.

As a result, Xiao Bailong couldn't avoid a lot of suffering.

Seeing that Bai Lian fell silent, Jun He knew that he didn't agree with his thoughts, so he could only retreat and continue to say:

"If the young master wants to protect this dragon, he doesn't have to contend head-on with Jinxian Fengxu.

I also received a message that Fang You, the lord of Shifang City, has been suffering from hidden dangers and serious illnesses all year round. In recent years, the attacks have been particularly frequent, and it is said that his life is threatened.

In Shifang City, there are secret doctors offering holy prescriptions, and gentian is used as medicine.

Although Shifang City belongs to a human force, it is related by marriage to the master of Zhonghua's Immortal Mansion, and his daughter Fang Geyu is inextricably related to the Kunlun God Lord.

Although Fang You did not enter the Qing court, and his strength is not considered the strongest in the world, but in the fairy world, many immortals need to look at his face.

I heard that the Golden Immortal Fengxu and Fang You have a very close relationship. Fengxu intends to auction Yinglong at the Shifang City Auction in March next year. "

It's called an auction, but in fact, no one knows that in the heaven and the earth, the only one who is the most wealthy and powerful is the ten directions.

The ancient real dragon is unique, and its whole body is full of treasures. Shifang City has a lot of schemes, so naturally it wants to give this golden fairy enough benefits.

Jun He said again: "In the past three years, the young master has secretly established 'A Drop of Blood' and achieved a lot, but after all, the development period is too short.

In terms of financial resources, it can only be compared with the first-class Xianmen forces, and it is far less than a behemoth like Shifang City. "

Bai Lian thought for a moment, then said: "The auction meeting will be held in March next year, which means there are still seven months..."

He raised his eyes to look at Junhe, his pupils were pitch black: "If we can swallow the underground dark city before then, senior brother thinks, can we compete with Shifang City?"

Jun He was really shocked by Bai Lian's quiet ambition.

But after thinking about it carefully, it is still a method worth taking a risk.

It's just... seven months is like annexing the mysterious forces stationed in the dark and dirty land of the world, which is a bit of a fantasy.

Bai Lian is not only good at dreaming all unrealistic big dreams, of course he knows the difficulty of this matter.

"If you want to make things happen, blindly planning the layout will definitely not work. This matter needs to be discussed in the long run."

He was trapped in the Nine Nether Fires for three full years, and now that he set foot in the human world again, of course he needs to get acquainted with this human world first, before making plans.

Although the road ahead is as difficult and dangerous as a mountain, for Bai Lian, it is great news to have Xiaobai's news now.

According to Junhe's description, the underground dark city organization closest to the place where Bai Li'an is at the moment is in the border of Zhao State, which is seven hundred miles east.

The state of Zhao is a group of nations, a small number of countries in the middle and lower reaches, and most of the immortal sects supported by the state are third-rate.

Even the sect of the state religion is only a second-rate immortal sect. In recent years, it has been severely poisoned by the rampant underground dark city.

According to Junhe's news, the king of the Zhao Kingdom is cowardly and greedy for life, and the master of Qingluo Palace, the sect of his country, is the leader and surrenders to the underground dark city.

Even the disciples under the gate of his own palace can be dedicated to the sub-altar masters of the underground dark city for secret arts experiments.

There are complaints from all over the country, ordinary people, and the people are in dire straits, and the whole country is full of smog.

In a few years, the domestic value will be squeezed out of the underground dark city, and I am afraid that it will be easily discarded and let other countries carve up and eat away.

Bai Lian happened to want to buy some news in the underground dark city.

Unlike Junhe, he has a heart-wrenching memory experience, although he is familiar with human affairs and devil affairs.

But no matter how strong he is, he can't reach into the fairy world, so he can only do nothing about Jinxian Fengxu.

But the lord of this underground dark city is Zhao Wenjun, the eldest princess of the Qin Dynasty. This woman has hidden gold for many years, and in terms of skills and means, she is actually above Baili Yu.

In her hands, this underground dark city is indeed flourishing. No one in the Six Realms can match the information selling alone.

Things that cannot be found in Junhe's hands may be received in the underground dark city.

With the footsteps of Bai Li'an, Yin Baishuang, and Ying Ji, the journey of seven hundred miles is only an hour's work.

Junhe had already prepared the conditions for Bai Lian to enter the underground city, but the facts proved that Junhe still overestimated the strength of the King of Zhao.

Before everyone in Baili'an entered the city, they just happened to witness the day of Zhao's death.

The gates of Zhao Guoguo's capital were wide open, and countless people came out with their bags and children on their hands.

Outside the city wall, no army was seen pressing down on the border.

In the city, there are no horns of horns, only the sword energy is criss-crossing, killing and cutting all over the city.

It's just that the fierce sword energy didn't fall on the mortals in the city who didn't know how to cultivate.

Occasionally, a ray of sword energy cut into the crowd, but the ones who were killed were the monks in the city who were trying to confuse others and fled out of the country through the mortal crowd.

Baili'an Yujian landed on the top of the city, looking through the bloody wind and rain, watching the Yujian shuttling in the sky, the sky was recognizable, and the sword robe was hunting.

The totem coat of arms of the black and red fire-riding unicorn looks like a cloud under the blood-stained sunset, and its charm and demeanor are definitely beyond the comparison of ordinary monks of the immortal sect.

Complicated waves appeared in Bai Li'an's eyes.

As soon as he left Zhongyou, he bumped into the disciple of Tianxi Sword Sect at the very first moment.

Bai Li'an couldn't help suspecting that Jun He's actions might have been deliberately arranged, and Bai Li'an also saw a familiar figure from the back in the slender main sword formation above the sky.

I saw the Xuexue Sword sweeping across the air, the sword energy was strong and then strongly retracted, the explosive power was astonishing and overbearing, and there was a hint of distant ancient coldness, the space was suddenly cold, the sword energy left traces in the wind, and the sharp breath rolled in the wind like Frost is like dust.

In the northwest, the troops are concentrated, protecting the more than a thousand people who the King of Zhao is about to break out of the city in a desperate battle.

Under the sweeping sweep of this traceable sword energy, a spiritual power node three inches below the neck exploded instantly, and blood suddenly appeared, and his cultivation base was completely wiped out by the sword.

A whole thousand elite troops lost their mobility in an instant, and couldn't even hold the epee steady in their hands. Amidst the wailing and screaming, they fell down one after another like onions.

Only Yu Nayongjun stood there terrified, weeping.

Yun Rong just stood quietly above the void, in the golden light of the setting sun, her black clothes and black hair matched her complexion and white snow, her neck was slender, her pupils were clear and bright, and her eyebrows were as bright as plum blossoms.

Even in this bloody slaughter, her posture is somewhat indifferent and idle.

The sword in her hand was full of murderous aura, but when she drew it, no one was killed.

I saw Yunrong raised her slender and well-proportioned hands, and lightly closed the slightly loose sword robe on her body.

She calmly glanced at the tragic situation in the city, her fair side face turned slightly, and she ordered an inner disciple behind her: "Capture those captives and hand them over to the second senior sister for interrogation."

The young disciple had already bowed his hands and was about to answer yes.

But at this time, an even fiercer gust of wind came from a high place. The strong wind shook the towers of the earth, and the sound of dragons and swords was hidden deep in it. The giant palm wipes away all traces of life.

The wind tore the clothes, and the heads of more than a thousand monks fell from the tree like ripe fruits, rolling down.

The ground was stained red with blood, and even when the gust of wind surged, there was a strong smell of blood.

Although the fleeing people in the city knew that their lives were not in danger, seeing this bloody scene, they couldn't help screaming and crying.

Bai Lian suddenly sensed some subtle fluctuations in the breath beside him, and he felt it in his heart, and looked over.

On the tall buildings where the mountains and the sky meet in the distance, a black and red sword robe stands in the slanting light of the setting sun like blood, as if it is incompatible with this killing battlefield, so strange and quiet.

As if it was about to melt into the sky, it was hard to feel the slightest bit of warmth on the sword robe that was once high-spirited.

He walked down the tall building step by step, the sticky blood that was about to solidify on the red lacquered wooden steps soon stained the white soles of his boots red, and the man's palm was firmly pressed on the unsheathed sword at his waist.

That sword is no longer the world-famous Shenglong, but an ordinary Dao sword that can be seen everywhere in Xianmen.

"Don't kill me...don't kill me...it has nothing to do with me...it really has nothing to do with me..."

When Zhao Guoguo saw the person coming, his soul seemed to be scared away.

Her legs were trembling, and she couldn't even get into the habit of calling herself "Zhen" on weekdays.

Rubbing his hands together in front of his chest in panic, he begged for mercy in a humble and pitiful gesture.

Baili Yu's face was expressionless, and even his eyes seemed to be falling straight into the abyss.

He didn't look sideways, and even the palm of his hand left the sword at his waist when he passed Zhao Guona Yongjun.

Zhao Guoguo's voice suddenly disappeared. He was cut in half and fell into a pool of blood without making a sound.

Baili Yu raised his eyes, his cold eyes seemed to glance at Yun Rong, and he said softly: "Under the wicked, there are no prisoners."

It was only then that Bai Lian discovered that his former father, the sword master of the world, the head of the seven princes of the Qin Kingdom, and the most handsome man among the nations.

At this time, the hair was gray and rotten, full of death.

The pair of eyes that were once bright as sword stars also seemed to be drowned in the muddy quagmire, and they could no longer see half of their brilliance.

　It's been a day, I'm going to be dehydrated

　　
　
(End of this chapter)