From the pure blood dragon clan, I started to become a human being

It was an ordinary day, but the mural city was in a frenzy.

After a period of sixty years, the sixth goddess left the mural and identified the master she served.

According to previous examples, this means that the lucky person is destined to be promoted to a terrestrial immortal and become a local ancestor in the future. Moreover, the five pairs of goddesses and servants before him have all become Taoist couples, so he is very lucky.

In the city, the lines of the pictures on the walls are dim.

Before the people around could see clearly who was making the move, the Rain Goddess disappeared from their sight.

Jinhua, the only son of the Lord of Jinwu Palace, suddenly felt it was a difficult matter, not only because that guy was very lucky, but also because the goddess herself possessed extraordinary strength. The white jade bowl in her hand was a top-grade magic weapon. Legend has it that it was specially used to gather water transport and was extremely restraining for water-loving monks. It usually absorbed the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, which could make cultivation twice as effective with half the effort.

They need a strange beast similar to the treasure-swallowing dog to go to Baojing Mountain to seek blessings, but this does not mean it is worth provoking a major feud. For the Jinwu Palace, it is obviously a losing business.

"Master, we only have two choices now. One is that you kowtow and admit your mistake. The worst that can happen is that I will give up my martial arts. The other is to fight to the death and do everything possible to kill that guy. Don't wait until he becomes an earthly immortal and then regret it. Master saved my life in the past and treated me with courtesy for decades. I will listen to you on this matter and will never regret it. You are a genius who has broken through the cave realm at a young age. Now you must believe in your heart and intuition."

The old man in hemp clothes spoke in a heavy tone. He also wanted to leave, but if things were not made clear, it might become a huge trouble for the Jinwu Palace in twenty or thirty years.

Jin Hua's face kept changing, and the treasured folding fan in his hand had been crushed. It was obvious that the next choice would determine his future.

"Just an apology, okay?"

The old man in hemp clothes was a little disappointed. "You are still ten miles behind your brother, that child, in terms of decisiveness! If that person has a high level of cultivation, how could he not know that after we take away the treasure-swallowing dog, we still have to do the act of severing cause and effect? ​​If he has a low level of cultivation, he will suddenly become rich and noble, so why would he care about the Golden Crow Palace or the Silver Crow Palace? Isn't it better to vent your anger? In recent years, at least eighty of the direct descendants of the wealthy and powerful sects who came from the Central Plains have died at the hands of the sword immortals. You have to take a gamble, is your face really that precious!?"

Jin Hua's face turned from green to red. Because of the emergence of a young and senior great-grandmaster, Liu Zhiqing, the disciples of the Jinwu Palace were particularly domineering, and the reputation of the palace had plummeted compared to before. As a direct descendant, he was also in the same situation, but he remembered his father's teachings firmly and would not kill people in the streets.

After a moment, Jin Hua had made up his mind. The old man in hemp clothes was very pleased. In the Aquarius Continent in the south, if one reached the Cave Realm at the age of thirty, he could be called a beautiful jade of cultivation. And his young master had crossed the first big hurdle of a cultivator when he came of age. Now, nine years later, he had reached the Guanhai Realm and was highly valued by the Jinwu Palace. In the Daguan Dynasty and a dozen surrounding vassal states, he won the reputation of "Second Young Master Liu", meaning the second Liu Zhiqing.

The only drawback is that he is not a swordsman.

Jinhua straightened his embroidered robe, took the initiative to step forward with a sincere attitude, and was about to kneel. The Rain Goddess disappeared, perhaps she was hiding somewhere, ready to launch a thundering attack.

"Senior, today's mistake is my fault..."

The man turned around, with a look of realization in his eyes.

"I almost forgot about you. Since you don't want to run away, then you can die if you want."

The old man in sackcloth clothes was stunned.

Jinhua's heart of Taoism shattered like falling glass in the blink of an eye.

The yellow dog rolled around with a smile. When it came to having fun, Brother Jiang's stroke of genius far surpassed his own. The key was that the other party might not really intend to kill these two guys. It was simply not worth drawing a sword.

Jiang Yuan swept out with one finger, and a ray of black sword energy burst out, like a tornado that shattered the ground along the way. The streets on both sides shook violently but did not collapse. The power was extremely condensed after being gathered, and the sword energy sharpened the vacuum, causing a sharp friction sound, which made the surrounding spectators cover their ears. The two escort warriors immediately punched out, and all were torn apart by the sword energy. The old man in hemp clothes risked his life to block in front of his young master, and delivered a perfect punch of a warrior in the Golden Body Realm. As a result, the sword energy annihilated the fist energy and abundant fist intention, pierced through the protective energy, penetrated into the warrior's physique, chewed up his bones and flesh, and killed his life, leaving a tragic wound as big as a millstone on the body of the warrior in the seventh realm of martial arts.

The flesh and blood stopped moving, the old man in hemp clothes swallowed a few mouthfuls of blood, then staggered and fell to the ground. From beginning to end, the aftermath of the battle did not spread more than a few feet away. All the pure murderous intent was realized, destroying his soul and completely burying him.

With half the sword remaining, continue forward.

Jin Hua reluctantly looked at the old man in hemp clothes whom he regarded as a relative, and crushed three priceless golden earth talismans with his hands. This kind of earth-shrinking talisman could allow him to retreat ten feet away in one breath, or more accurately, to move to any position within ten feet. Using the three small earth-shrinking talismans together, Jin Hua's figure suddenly appeared at the end of the street.

But the sword light kept following closely.

Jin Hua hardened his heart and took out a Pagoda Mountain Talisman that he had treasured for a long time, which was also a Earth Talisman. After using it, it transformed into a small mountain blocking the street. When his life was at stake, he directly took out the precious treasure from the mountain that had just completed the great refining from his Dantian Qi Sea, threw it at the enemy, and then turned and ran.

The moment the magic weapon left his body, Jin Hua's face turned as pale as paper, and blood gushed out from his seven orifices. He had lost his greatest reliance on reaching the Dragon Gate in the future, or even forming the golden elixir of life.

This precious treasure on the mountain looks like a wax seal with the natural words "Although the fire is small, it can eventually set the fields on fire" engraved on it. The strokes are vigorous and powerful, and it belongs to the successive heirs of the Jinwu Palace. It is not very powerful in normal fighting, but it can subtly improve the holder's fire magic aptitude by "sealing the dantian". The younger the age of Taoism, the greater the room for change. When the fire sets the fields on fire, it is in line with the essence of the divine will, so its self-detonation can destroy half of the mural city blessed by the magic circle.

"The evil is so arrogant!"

An angry shout came from afar.

Someone flew to the vicinity of the wax seal with a sword first, flicked his sleeves, and ten transparent golden earth talismans flew out. These small shackles emerged with ancient iron chains connected in series, which tightly wrapped around and bound it. The originally violent magic power disappeared, and the wax seal fell into the palm of his hand.

On the other side, half of the sword light easily cut through the Pagoda Mountain and caught up with Jin Hua to destroy his body. During this period, a not-so-small accident occurred. The Lord of the Jinwu Palace actually lit a lotus lamp for the eldest son.

When disciples of powerful sects go out to travel, they are most afraid of unexpected events. As for those core disciples whom they value the most, their teachers and relatives will light an exclusive soul-returning lamp in advance to attract souls and save their lives after accidental death.

The price of the Soul-Returning Lamp is extremely high, because once it is lit, it cannot be extinguished. The lamp oil can only be replaced by Grain Rain Money, and ordinary immortals with the word "Zong" in their names can only light three or five lamps with their best efforts. Even if they ascend to Taoism, ten places are already the limit. To make a Soul-Returning Lamp, one needs to cut off a wisp of the soul of a cultivator in the past, not to mention that it will affect the practice of the Tao. After attracting the soul, only one in ten of the previous good talents and beautiful qualities will remain. It is usually prepared by the great masters to pamper their descendants.

Unfortunately, one's sword light knows no distance. As long as there is the moon in one's heart, one can raise a cup and drink together anywhere.

……

The ancestral hall of Jinwu Palace.

An elder from the Longmen Realm guards a lotus lamp on the altar day and night.

Suddenly, the moonlight filled the sky.

The lotus lamp shattered, and the last wisp of Jinhua's soul died and completely dissipated between heaven and earth.

The first person to arrive here was a middle-aged man, the master of Jinwu Palace who had mastered the art of fire magic. His eyes were red, and he looked even more ferocious and terrifying at this moment.

The second person to arrive was a handsome young man, a famous swordsman with extraordinary talent in the southern part of Uttarakuru. He was a golden elixir sword practitioner who had just turned forty after the New Year. His cultivation was close to perfection and his aptitude was extraordinary.

Just as the Lord of Jinwu Palace was about to speak, he was interrupted by the handsome young man.

"Your Jindan realm is useless. I'm going to ask for an explanation. At least I have to get the Huohuo seal back."

The Lord of the Jinwu Palace was very humble, as he had high hopes for his eldest son. If his wife, the daughter of the mountain god of Ghost Valley, knew about this, she would be very anxious. Uncle Liu was the fifth of the ten young men in Northern Juluzhou and had been the mainstay of the Jinwu Palace since the old Palace Lord, a Nascent Soul Sword cultivator, passed away.

(End of this chapter)