Distress: My Years in Defeng Ancient Road

Chapter 145 The Holy Blood of Ten Thousand Poisons (new volume please subscribe!)
The sound of clang and zither comes from the hall of pure heart, the sound is like a clear spring rushing, like a stream gurgling, washing away dust and meditating.

The mountains are full of pine trees and pavilions, which are lush and clear, and the pine waves are accompanied by Confucian rhyme, giving them tranquility and profoundness.

In the Cuixin Hall, the sound follows the fingers, the sound of the piano echoes around the pillars, the clouds and mists gather and rise, evolving various artistic conceptions, in various poses and styles, it is magnificent.

Lin Chongyang was plucking the strings of the qin, but he was thinking about other things in his mind. As for where the new qin came from, it was naturally made for him by Jiangnan Chunxin according to the scenery of the Defeng Ancient Road before he left in the past.

The name of the piano is Wanhe Songfeng, not to mention other things, because it is specially made, so it feels much better to swing it than Lingxiao Duyou.

After a period of development, Defeng Ancient Road has completely escaped the influence of the Blood River Battle and officially entered the development stage.

Although Xia Chenglin is young, but the quality of the enlightenment education is excellent, coupled with the acquired training, even if it is not enough to be independent, it is still enough for now.

Correspondingly, Zonghengzi is likely to be retained by Xia Kanxuan and become the next generation head of Wenfeng Valley. This kid's talent in strategy is really amazing.

As for the ghost prison, the space fault has been connected, and the seal is still in name only. Lin Chongyang also communicates with his junior brother and Di Longyin from time to time. Except that the ghosts are unwilling to come to the plight even if they commit suicide, everything is fine.

The very Jun is not against the fact that Jun Fengtian came to the Confucian school, as Lin Chongyang thought, the family feud has ended with the annihilation of the empress and empress, it is not beautiful to entangle it any longer, let it go, it is good for everyone .

To put it a little deeper, it is Lin Chongyang's handling method, which highlights the noble character of everyone. As for the empress and empress, it is just a tool. No matter how you say it, it is the ancient way of virtue.

Inside the Defeng Ancient Road, after Jun Fengtian took the position of Haozheng No. [-], Lin Chongyang rebuilt it for him, and the Haofa Xiutang was officially established, which can be regarded as a place for Jun Fengtian to give lectures.

Qicheng, Lin Ruomei and the others were led by the very king to fight in the blood river battle, and after brushing up the qualifications of Bo, they entered the stage of retreat and study again.

Although the several uncles are still in good health, they are also preparing for the handover of the head of the sect, especially Yide Xitian, who has already completed the handover.

The people of the older generation tacitly began to move, either to support the younger generation, or to make way for the younger generation.

Considering that everything is developing smoothly and there is nothing to do recently, Lin Chongyang decided to go out for a walk.

Although the sound of the piano stopped, there was a lingering sound. Lin Chongyang stood up, put the piano away, and transmitted the sound to Ye Yun who was far away in the Vientiane True Collection.

Even though Yeyun is a prison dragon, his current level of education is not inferior to the conventional three religions.

"Yeyun, go out."

If it was back then, with such free time, Lin Chongyang would definitely choose to practice in seclusion.

But up to now, retreat has not had much effect on him. In detail, he has almost reached the so-called peak before taking three steps closer to God. At the bottleneck period.

Although, as far as those people he knew, the improvement in strength was outrageous one by one, Lin Chongyang believed that his own improvement speed was fast enough, and what he needed now was to work hard and consolidate the foundation over and over again.

In a sense, going out to travel is more effective than retreating.

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The Qingxi River is unpredictable, the mountains and rocks are covered with moss, the pines are dew slightly, and the cranes are swimming in the sky.

The bright moon is bright, the silver glow is scattered, the wind and smoke are clean, and the Tianshan Mountains have the same color.

A figure strolled in the mountains, with red hair flowing, and with the movement and stillness of the figure, there was a slight arc, and the black clothes were lightly fluttering, adding a trace of sound to the quiet mountain forest.

A mighty dark purple little dragon stood on his left shoulder, looking into the distance with blue dragon eyes.

Lin Chongyang himself has a completely introverted temperament, without even a trace of energy spreading around his body, just like an ordinary person.

At that time, after leaving Defeng Ancient Road, Lin Chongyang first went to Dao Wu Wang Valley to pay a visit to the senior Dao Emperor. Unfortunately, his friend was in seclusion. After staying for a few days, he resigned and started to travel.

And he came here because a few hours ago, he sensed a violent spatial fluctuation coming from this direction.

Considering the particularity of the plight, he still decided to take a look, in case there is something special to gain, it would not be in vain to make this trip.

All of a sudden, the breeze picked up, and the special but obvious pulsation, the faint but clear sound, along with the sound of the wind, spread to Lin Chongyang's ears from far to near.

At the same time, there was also an extremely strong smell of blood, or in other words, highly poisonous.

In the air, the fine black particles spread continuously with the breeze, wherever they went, it seemed that the sky and the earth were pale, and all life was cut off.

Ye Yun, who was standing on Lin Chongyang's shoulder, shivered as he looked at the scene in front of him, and shrank directly.

"this thing"

With Lin Chongyang's movement, Qingxi was turned into a wave, gathering the black particles within the range of perception.

With the spread of Qi, a deep pit appeared in Lin Chongyang's eyes. In the pit was a huge demon god. The animal bones could be clearly seen on its outer body, showing a state of connected flesh and bones. A pair of huge bone wings gathered together in a protective state.

At the same time, another figure also appeared in his perception.

"It's him. Interesting."

Withdrawing the Qi machine, a ball of black liquid exuding the smell of blood gathered in front of Lin Chongyang, and was then put away by him.

"What is this? It's terrifying!"

To Lin Chongyang, that drop of blood was just an ordinary drop of blood, but to Ye Yun, the power it radiated frightened him.

"Blood, holy blood of all poisons."

Every time I travel, I can encounter some interesting things, especially this time, the people and things involved are even more extraordinary.

Lin Chongyang's thoughts were like lightning, and he quickly flipped through the information in his memory, and finally determined the source of the blood, the god of war from the dead country, the leader of the fire clan - Asura!

Different from other foreign lands, the existence of the dead country, among many foreign lands, only the foreign world can touch it.

Because behind the alien world is the Emperor Abandoned; but the background of the dead country should not be underestimated.

Above the heavens, there is a very arrogant and farsighted white archangel.

Although this person has great wisdom and vision, but because of his personal pursuit of perfection and tough style, he repeatedly violated the rules of heaven in order to complete tasks.

Although he was invincible, he was overly arrogant and conceited, and was finally punished by the sun god to take away his eyes, leaving the mark of sin on his forehead and losing his light.

Because he was deprived of his eyes, he didn't want to wait until the expiration of the criminal law, so he finally decided to abandon his qualifications as a god clan and go to the place of death alone to recreate his own life.

But at this time, a black angel resolutely followed him to give up his protoss qualification, left the heaven together, and entered the fantasy space beyond the six realms and ten realms.

The creation myth of the dead country, the history of the dead country, and the stories of the dead country all started from this.

(End of this chapter)