Chapter 607: The Last Heavenly Owl (I)

In the Wind Dragon Palace, under the dim silver light, it seemed silent.

Several guardian sculptures stand on the edge of the abyss, showing a simple momentum. The curling silver smoke wafting in the abyss has gradually diluted, and this is the last trace of the Wind Soul Ancestral Soul. 100,000 years ago, it slaughtered the world, and then it was killed by the fire of the underworld, and imprisoned here, no matter whether its sins were atonement or not, it didn't have to carry anything. Because it has completely returned to the embrace of death.

Ye Qingcheng sat cross-legged on the ground, always closing his eyes, calmly condensing his soul. The soul devoured the source of eternal injury, and the body would not be able to bear it for a while, and he had to be given a few days to recuperate.

Liu Beishui has been looking forward to Ye Qingcheng's cultivation, and he can take advantage of this breakthrough, but he has never been promoted. Xiaobai crawled on the ground for a while, and actually staggered to his feet, but he didn't take a few steps before crawling again.

"Take a few extra steps. Liu Beishui encouraged.

"Hey, hey. Xiao Bai really laughed. He had the Guben Dragon Pill around his neck, and the rift on the Dan was slowly healing under the shroud of his soul's breath.

Finally, three days after the soul returned to his body, Ye Qingcheng opened his eyes.

"How?" Liu Beishui threw the wine gourd over.

"All injuries are absorbed by the source of eternal wounds. Ye Qingcheng smiled slightly and took the wine gourd.

"Does this mean that you can quickly absorb all injuries in the future?" asked Liu Beishui.

Ye Qingcheng shook his head and said, "It's not as good as you think." An opponent who is stronger than me can still hit me hard. However, opponents who are weaker than me probably won't hurt me. ”

"That's already pretty impressive. Then, Liu Beishui asked puzzledly, "Why did you absorb all the sources of eternal injury and didn't make a breakthrough in your cultivation?"

"My path of cultivation depends on comprehension. Ye Qingcheng said: "However, I don't have time to concentrate on epiphany now. Besides, although he fought with the Dragon Wind Ancestral Soul and suffered a tragic tempering, he always felt that he was still lacking, and it was not time for retreat. ”

"Understood. Liu Beishui nodded and said, "However, the strength should have improved a lot, right?"

"Well, after all, I got the source of eternal damage. Ye Qingcheng said. The fourth form of Qianhua, the Eternal Wounded Palm and the new Dragon Lotus Sword Technique, was one of his biggest gains here.

As he spoke, Ye Qingcheng took out a small black box with a silver wind dragon printed on it, this was the dragon seal, which was the trophy of defeating the wind dragon ancestral soul. He opened the box and said, "Beishui, I have considered the establishment of the city that you told me before. ”

"Oh?" Liu Beishui became curious.

"In addition to the Green Dragon Hall and the Wind Dragon Palace, there is also the disappearing Thunder Dragon Palace. There are still four dragon slaying halls left, the Blood Dragon Hall is targeted by the Yongmen Ancient Guard, and the rest are guarded by the Shura Sea, the Dragon Clan, and the Hero City, and we will not be able to covet them for a while. If you want to capture them, I am afraid that there is a long way to go. Ye Qingcheng said: "When we go out, if we want to take the blood dragon seal from the hands of the Yongmen Gu Shou, the chances are estimated to be very slim." ”

"There shouldn't be that possibility. Liu Beishui said: "The ancient guard of Yongmen already knew that we were coming in, and he also sent Bai Ze and Lei Qilin, two hero-level powerhouses, to come in and hunt us down." ”

"What!" Ye Qingcheng was startled, stood up suddenly, and said, "When did it happen?"

"The other day. Liu Beishui said: "However, the two of them were stopped outside by King Jingfeng. ”

"It seems that the Yongmen Ancient Guard is going to give us a killing order. Ye Qingcheng said.

Liu Beishui smiled helplessly and said, "With his imperial character, stealing his things must be unacceptable to him." ”

"Forget it, if the Blood Dragon Hall doesn't have a chance. Ye Qingcheng said: "Let's go directly to the Dragon Clan, this time the Dragon Spirit is Xiaohuo, and it has long wanted to challenge the Beast Soul List." ”

"What's next for us?"

"Challenge the beast list, create a legion, build a city, and look for opportunities to capture other dragon seals. Ye Qingcheng said.

Liu Beishui smiled and said, "Your heart is getting bigger and bigger, and you have the courage of an emperor." ”

"Aren't these all planned by you for me?" Ye Qingcheng stretched out his hand, grabbed Liu Beishui's shoulder, and said, "Let's go out." ”

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Thundered.

With that, the door of the Dragon Slaying Hall was pushed open, and a violent wind rushed towards him.

The ancient, quiet world outside has been turned upside down in a few days. The sky cracked black space-time cracks, and there were circles of spiritual power vortices dancing wildly in the sky dome. A series of black space-time tornadoes raged on the earth, and the ancient forest below burned with raging fires, which looked like a mess.

However, by this time the battle was over, and there were no more sounds of battle around.

"Finished fighting?" Ye Qingcheng asked.

Liu Beishui shook his head and did not speak.

"Go down and have a look. With that, Ye Qingcheng flew down from the top of the mountain and rushed towards a sea of silver flames below.

Ancient forests, large swaths of the fire turned to ashes.

On the ground, a series of melodious and vicissitudes of flute sound echoed in this apocalyptic scene, making people's hearts suddenly sad.

The forest that had been thousands of miles away before was vast, but now this forest was almost in ruins in the battle of the three guardians. The two brothers of Ye Qingcheng flew east in search of the sound of the flute.

In the distance, on a dead tree that had been burned to charcoal, a purple figure of a wolf appeared in the background. He sat down leaning on a dead branch, holding a flute in both hands, and played in solitude. The purple wings behind him had withered away, and sticky purple blood kept dripping from his wings. Under the tree beside him, there was a broken ancient halberd diagonally.

His scaly hands resemble eagle claws, and they dance skillfully on the flute, and the sound of the flute is like a blow from ancient times, carrying infinite nostalgia and desolation.

"Seniors. Ye Qingcheng and Liu Beishui flew over and greeted them in unison.

King Jingfeng stopped the flute in his hand and glanced up at Ye Qingcheng, even if his heart was like stagnant water, he was still startled by Ye Qingcheng. His eyelids twitched, and he stared at Ye Qingcheng incredulously, and said, "Eternal injury has changed hands?"

"Thank you seniors for guarding me during my challenge. Ye Qingcheng said gratefully.

"Don't thank me, I just want to have a good fight before I leave. King Jingfeng said.

"Senior, what about Lei Qilin and Bai Ze?" asked Liu Beishui.

King Jingfeng dropped the flute and said, "I left two days ago, and it seems that something big happened outside." ”

However, King Jingfeng didn't care about anything, it was Ye Qingcheng who impressed him, he looked at Ye Qingcheng carefully, and said, "How did you endure the torture of eternal injury?"

"Thanks to the reminder of my predecessors, use memories and dreams to fight pain. Ye Qingcheng said.

"It's that simple?" said King Jingfeng disapprovingly. If it's really that simple, it's a fairy tale. After thinking about it for a while, the only thing he could think of was Ye Qingcheng's bloodline, and said, "Maybe it's half of the Nuwa bloodline in your body that saved you." ”

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