I will survive with proficiency

Dome ruins, above ground.

The core area is an imperial city-like palace and square. Only a few of those palaces are intact, and most of them are in ruins, have a wall damaged, or have no roof.

The temples and squares are covered with a variety of vegetation.

It gives people a feeling of great changes.

On both sides of the square, rows of stone beasts were also covered with moss, and some of the stone beasts' bodies had even cracked.

"Damn, these places have really been explored a long time ago. The rumors in the world are true. I have been exploring for more than half a year, lost six companions, and found nothing." A man with a scar on his face spat. One mouthful.

"Let's go, this place is unlucky. This time we are unlucky. There were nine Nascent Souls when we came, but now there are only three left." Another Nascent Soul female cultivator thought she was unlucky.

"Look again, damn, it's really a big loss, let alone ancient magic weapons, spiritual treasures, elixirs, and secret books. I can't even find a decent low-level magic weapon. It's so fucking unlucky." Scarface Vomited a mouthful of thick phlegm.

Scarface was unwilling to knock here and there, trying to find some dusty pearls that his predecessors had not noticed.

Scarface leaned over and approached a stone beast. He knocked it with a clang, and the tail of the stone beast broke.

It seems to be an ordinary stone with no value.

Scarface was very sorry.

He lowered his head again and saw that the fallen stone beast's eyeball seemed extraordinary, so he picked it up and looked at it.

But just by looking at it, Scarface's pupils suddenly turned gray.

In the next breath, his movements became stiff.

A strange light suddenly shone in the distant sky, and the Nascent Soul female cultivator had an ominous premonition in her heart.

But before he could react, he heard his companion Scarface start laughing wildly.

The Nascent Soul female cultivator and another elderly cultivator thought Scarface had found the treasure, and couldn't help but feel happy.

But then something was wrong.

Scarface laughed, flew into the sky and began to harm himself.

"Poof" an arm was broken.

"Poof" one leg was broken.

But Scarface was oblivious to the pain, his face was full of intoxication, and he kept swinging the knife to hurt himself.

"Hahaha~"

"Fellow Daoist Haji, wake up." Nascent Soul female cultivator shouted.

But Scarface had no intention of stopping.

The Nascent Soul female cultivator's scalp was numb and she shouted to her only remaining companion: "Go, go, this place is too weird, let's go."

The two figures flew out with a whoosh.

After a moment, those ancient stone beasts roared and turned into the appearance of a human monk.

All of them are Nascent Soul cultivators.

"Mr. Mi, do you want to deal with another one?" One of the middle-aged men walked towards the leader of the old man.

"No, it doesn't make much difference if one goes back or two go back." Mi Lao laughed.

Only if these people return alive can they bring back the news that there is no chance for the dome ruins.

"Have the soul marks planted by fellow Taoist Dugu completely disappeared over the years?" Mi Lao turned to look at the middle-aged monk.

This middle-aged monk is clearly Dugu Yuan.

"Hui Mi Lao has been completely eliminated. Not only eliminated, but the injuries he suffered over the years have also been fully recovered." Dugu Yuan said quickly.

The rich Taoist rhyme of the dome ruins played a huge role in the recovery of his injuries.

Mentioning this matter, Dugu Yuan thought of Dugu Jijiu again, and couldn't help feeling a little sad.

That is the most talented disciple of the Dugu family.

Fortunately, in the past few years, the Dugu family has produced another Yuanying disciple. Dugu Yuan glanced at the new Yuanying disciple of the family beside him, and felt a little more relieved.

Mi Lao saw this and said:

"Fellow Taoist Dugu, you don't have to blame yourself for guarding the ruins here for more than a hundred years and delaying the guidance of the path of cultivating immortality to worship the Nine Nephews. The journey of cultivating immortality is all about "fate". The situation at the time of worshiping the Nine Nephews, Even if fellow Taoist Dugu didn’t come to guard the ruins, he might not be able to stop it.”

"This is life."

Mr. Mi looked at the young man beside Lonely Ape:

"No, little friend Rainbow has grown up now. I'm waiting for these old men. At this age, there is almost no hope of further progress in cultivation. I can bring up the younger generations one by one and watch them grow up. It’s the greatest blessing.”

Dugu Yuan said quickly:

"What Mr. Mi said makes sense."

"I would also like to thank Mr. Mi for his advice to Rainbow, which gave him the opportunity to enter here."

"Rainbow, why don't you thank Mi Lao quickly?"

The young man Dugu Caihong immediately bowed and bowed:

"Thank you, Mr. Mi, for the opportunity."

Mi Lao waved his hands and laughed:

"This dome ruins is an opportunity for all of us here. You must protect it. If something goes wrong, even if we are buried with our families, it will not quell the anger."

As he spoke, he pointed to the sky.

"Yes." *N.

When Mi Lao walked away, Dugu Yuan's face darkened.

He thought of Dugu Jijiu's death again, and how he had been inexplicably cursed by heretics.

His face was extremely cold.

After so many years, he collected a lot of bits and pieces and found out that the possibility of those old guys in Suixi City committing crimes was very small. After peeling off the cocoon, I figured out one thing. Fairy Biyuan was most likely responsible for Dugu Jijiu's death.

The only reason why Fairy Biyuan acted was because of Chen Ping.

He couldn't deal with Fairy Biyuan.

But dealing with Chen Ping is different.

"Caihong, you have to remember that in addition to the openly hostile forces of our Dugu family, there is also a hostile force that cannot be stated openly, and that is Bixian Pavilion and Chen Ping. This opponent should never be forgotten." Dugu Ape said with a black face.

"Yes, head of the family." The young man behind him said solemnly.

Dugu Yuan nodded, glanced at Dugu Ruhong, and recalled Mi Lao's words again, feeling that they made sense.

The deceased has passed away, and there is no way to recover.

But there are still ready-made descendants of Nascent Soul.

I'm afraid it will be difficult to improve my cultivation in this life, but if I can bring up a junior like Dugu Caihong, there will be no regrets.

Dugu Yuan secretly vowed to protect this junior in his life.

We have already lost a Dugu Jijiu, and we cannot lose another Dugu Rainbow.

You can no longer give a person with white hair to a person with black hair.

At this moment, the hall suddenly shook violently.

Immediately afterwards, several irresistible breaths swept over.

"Oops, an enemy has entered the formation center and is ready to fight." Mi Lao was the first to react.

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a unicorn rising into the sky and launching an indiscriminate attack on the entire site, with countless rays of light shooting towards it.

Several site guardians were unable to dodge and were instantly pierced by light.

The sky changed dramatically.

The huge pressure made it difficult for everyone to breathe.

The entire site turned into a sea of ​​flames.

The Nascent Soul cultivator shut down his life instantly?

Become a god?

Dugu Yuan had never seen such a terrifying demon race in his life. He broke into a cold sweat for a while. Looking up, he saw a human monk sitting on Qilin's back.

A gray-haired old man.

Someone can actually use a blood unicorn as a mount?

But for some reason, Dugu Yuan always felt that the old man looked familiar.

An inexplicable feeling of familiarity.

But I can't remember where I saw it.

Suddenly, countless divine energy swords attacked here.

"careful."

Dugu Yuan's pupils shrank, he stretched out one hand, and a light shield formed in front of the junior Dugu Caihong, shielding him from the wind and rain.

Protecting the younger generation is what an old man like him should do.

Seeing that the light shield was not broken, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Grabbing Dugu Caihong with one hand, he flipped backwards to avoid the attack of the God-Transforming Monster Clan.

"Are you okay?"

Dugu Yuan stared at the Qilin in the sky and the high-spirited old man on the Qilin's back.

Not hearing Dugu Caihong's reply, Dugu Yuan subconsciously looked back at the hope of the family he was desperately protecting.

My heart suddenly went numb.

"Rainbow!" he shouted.

There was a huge hole in Dugu Caihong's dantian, emitting black smoke from burnt flesh.

Lifeless.

"Ah, ah, ah." Dugu Yuan roared to the sky.

Once again, the white-haired man gave the black-haired man a gift.

Why?

Why wasn't I the one who died? But the young juniors.

What evil has our Dugu family done?

on the sky.

Like an evil dragon, Qilin spewed out countless corrosive fluids at the dome ruins.

The entire dome site was in flames.

This is what Chen Ping needs to achieve.

With this turmoil, the white-bearded Taoist would not focus on the escape of a mere Nascent Soul monk.

Maybe, the turmoil here will attract the attention of the entire Shengxian Valley.

The whole process only lasted for tens of breaths. Before anyone could come from Shengxian Valley, Qilin carried Chen Ping and disappeared in an instant.

Chen Ping, who was in the clouds, looked back and saw that in the center of the dome ruins, there seemed to be a ladder leading to heaven.

At this moment, the ladder is breaking and falling inch by inch.

In the underground palace of Tianyin Sect.

Shiba heard the ground shaking coming from outside, and felt the underground palace constantly shaking and crumbling.

The Taoist rhyme in the underground palace became chaotic.

The corners of Shiba's mouth twitched and he couldn't help but curse:

"Bastard Chen Ping, I asked you not to mess around, stop messing around. What the hell did you do again?"

"If this underground palace collapses, I will be punished for hundreds of years because of you."

She cursed, but still got out of the underground palace.

After a while, Shiba, who was in the quicksand, felt an overwhelming sense of pressure, which made her breathless.

She raised her head with difficulty and saw a red unicorn quickly sliding across the sky.

On top of the unicorn, an old man sat.

She recognized that old man.

——Chen Ping.

asshole.

He can actually control the Holy Blood Kirin!

Watching Qilin disappear quickly, she saw something rushing towards her with a whoosh and stuck in the quicksand at her feet.

She picked it up and took a look.

It was a unicorn scale.

This kind of holy-blood Qilin body object is an extremely rare medicine for the cultivation of god-transforming monks, or for refining high-level elixirs or even refining weapons.

Mountains of Death.

There is a fog everywhere, evil spirits are everywhere, the wind is roaring, the living are entering, and the dead are leaving. That’s why it’s called the Death Mountains.

It is hundreds of thousands of miles away and is inaccessible to people.

In such a deadly mountain range, there is a hidden family that lives here all year round, isolated from the world.

now.

An officer of the Hidden World Family was on patrol when he suddenly felt a fluctuation in the array pattern and was shocked.

It can make this formation fluctuate, at least in the middle stage of Nascent Soul.

However, he did not panic, but waited and watched.

It wasn't until he saw a fairy-like female cultivator in a white dress heading this way with a clear goal, and even started to touch the valley-protecting formation, that the officer on duty quickly summoned the disciples around him:

"Quick, go back and inform our ancestors that there is a powerful enemy coming."

The officer on duty himself stared at the invading fairy. When he confirmed that the other party had noticed the abnormality in the valley, he activated part of the formation function and shouted:

"Fairy, this mountain range already has an owner. Outsiders are not welcome."

"Please ask the fairy to take a detour."

The fairy in a white dress had a clear voice:

"Go and inform your family that I am Biyuan."

As soon as Fairy Biyuan finished speaking, a loud voice suddenly came out from the valley:

"Bi Yuan, how dare you come back!"

With the arrival of the sound, the surrounding fog quickly dissipated, the formation patterns shone, the evil spirit disappeared, and the formation between Fairy Biyuan and the valley opened a gap.

There was a formation that opened a gap between a group of people who were speeding towards Fairy Biyuan.

Bi Yuan looked at the people in the formation, his red lips moved slightly, hesitating.

Finally, he shouted with difficulty:

"father!"

"I don't have a daughter like you, so don't call me daddy." Among the group of people, a middle-aged monk said angrily.

Fairy Biyuan was silent.

In the middle of the crowd, a white-haired old man stepped forward and looked at Fairy Biyuan with cloudy eyes:

"Has become a god?"

Biyuan nodded slightly.

With this nod, the countless disciples behind the old man suddenly looked at each other, and the bustle of low-pitched exchanges could be heard in the scene.

The white-haired old man nodded slightly:

"Since you have become a god, why do you want to come back?"

Biyuan lowered his eyes and said:

"Ancestor, Biyuan wants to borrow something from the family."

"What?" The ancestor's voice was thick.

"A pair of turtles."

At this point, before the ancestor could speak, the middle-aged man who was called daddy by Biyuan immediately became furious:

"A pair of turtles?"

"Do you know what you're talking about?"

"Back then, when the family's survival was in danger, in the most difficult time, you ignored the family's pleading and insisted on leaving the family. Now you have the nerve to come back and ask for a pair of turtles?"

"Do you know what those turtles mean to the family?"

"Where did you get your face?"

Another middle-aged monk also said:

"Bi Yuan, let's go."

"Back then, when you insisted on leaving, you and your family were completely cut off from each other. Although you are a god, we are not afraid of death. Today, even if you insist on taking action regardless of your status, we will never let you go. "

"."

The ancestor did not speak, his eyes remained unwavering, as if he was waiting for Biyuan to speak.

"In exchange, I can protect the family for 300 years." Biyuan did not refute anyone's words.

As soon as these words came out, the discussion instantly exploded among the crowd.

The 300 years of guardianship of the cultivator of the God Transformation can lead to the growth of a large number of family disciples.

It’s a long road.

But under the footsteps of the Qilin, the demon clan, it seems that it can shrink to an inch.

The distance is shortening rapidly.

Halfway through, a female cultivator with splendid robes, a slender figure, and a pale face "looked" at the sky. The young man who had transformed into an old man was riding a holy unicorn towards the black mist forest.

She originally wanted to go to the Black Mist Forest.

But when she saw this scene, she raised her eyebrows slightly, turned around, mounted the white jade dragon, and headed towards the west wilderness.

The sky is cloudy and misty.

Chen Ping rode on Qilin's back and looked at the scales in his hand.

The scales of the Holy Kirin have a special characteristic. The scales that the Kirin peels off voluntarily are rare treasures and are of astonishing value. If the Kirin peels off its scales involuntarily, it will lose its spirituality and be worthless.

Qilin presented a total of two scales, one to Biyuan and one to himself.

It can be regarded as repaying Biyuan's kindness.

From now on, the two have nothing to do with each other.

"My dear friend, ahead is the Black Mist Mountain Range. But there is also a human monk from the God Transformation Mountains." came the rich voice of the Qilin Demon Clan.

Chen Ping's heart palpitated.

Qilin is very strong, but after being trapped in the dungeon altar for an unknown number of years and being bled for an unknown number of years, if he really encounters the powerful human race of transformed gods, it will probably be a tough battle.

Before I could answer, I heard Qilin say again:

"But it doesn't look like she meant any harm."

"She was wearing a veil, so she couldn't recognize who she was."

veil?

"What kind of robe should I wear? How about a headdress or something like that?" Chen Ping asked quickly.

It's actually Biyuan?

After listening to Qilin's extremely abstract description, Chen Ping concluded that the god-changing monk was Biyuan.

"Fly over, don't worry, she is an old friend." Chen Ping said thoughtfully.

One person and one beast quickly disappeared into the Black Mist Mountains and landed next to Fairy Biyuan.

"My dear friend, this is the human world. It is inconvenient for me to stay here any longer. Since I have arrived at my destination, I will leave here." Qilin said after confirming that the two of them knew each other.

"Thank you Demon Ancestor." Chen Ping held his hand.

It is indeed inconvenient for Qilin to stay here longer.

Destroying the dome ruins is indeed very satisfying, but it will inevitably alarm Shengxian Valley. After Shengxian Valley reacts, Qilin may be arrested.

Qilin was seriously injured. If he really had to fight against the powerful human god, he might not be able to get an advantage.

In addition, Saint Qilin is full of treasures.

Some neutral human race god-transformation monks may not be able to encircle and suppress Holy Qilin under the banner of "people who are not from my race must have different hearts."

Every second it stays here is the more dangerous it is.

"Farewell."

Qilin turned into an afterimage and disappeared.