Book of Nine Heavens

The hairs on both sides stood on end, and they hugged each other even tighter.

"help me……"

"help me……"

There seemed to be many ghosts, and they all spoke, and their voices echoed in the garden.

"Help you for what?" Little Shi Hao asked boldly.

"Help me...find the sword!" The old man finally spoke completely.

"Looking for a sword?" Huo Ling'er was even more sure, almost crying in anxiety.

"It's over, he's entangled us!" Huo Ling'er cried.

"What sword are you looking for? Isn't his sword on his head?" Little Shi Hao felt chills in his heart when he looked at the sword.

The ancient sword, which was originally extremely sharp, is now covered with rust on the hilt. It is hard to imagine how long it has gone through.

"No, that is his enemy's sword, his sword has already been lost!" Huo Ling'er explained to little Shi Hao.

"The sword that was lost many years ago?" Little Shi Hao's face changed, "If you can't find it, will you die?"

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Little Shi Hao also felt tricky, "Then what should I do?"

"Can I only help him find the sword?"

"Yes."

"..."

"Okay, grandpa, we'll find you a sword, can you step aside?" Little Shi Hao tentatively asked.

As soon as this sentence came out, the sky and the earth became pale, the wind was loud, the lightning flashed, and the old man disappeared directly, and was never seen again.

"Is that so?"

Little Shi Hao and Huo Ling'er fled away in a hurry without looking back, fleeing from Ji Ling's habitat.

Butian Pavilion is huge, vast and boundless, the two of them rushed for tens of miles in one breath, and finally escaped from the dwelling place of Jiling. .

"Don't run away!" Huo Ling'er and little Shi Hao stopped, with their hands on their hips, expressions of thought.

"What's wrong?" Little Shi Hao suddenly felt bad.

"You seem to have promised him just now!" Huo Ling'er frowned, "So it's useless for us to go anywhere, he will always find him."

"Ah?!" Little Shi Hao thought he had already escaped, but he didn't expect it to be so.

"We're going to the Baiduan Mountains!" Huo Ling'er took a deep breath.

"Baiduan Mountain Range?" Little Shi Hao seemed to have heard of this name before.

"The conditions you've heard about at your own auction! Well, the ghost's sword is probably inside." Huo Ling'er thought of more things about Ghost at this time.

"The Baiduan Mountain Range is a battlefield in the ancient times. Countless strong men have fallen in it, and there are countless opportunities. And after that great battle, only the following people can enter."

There are too many opportunities in Baiduan Mountain. It may be inherited by the saints, a piece of heaven bone may be found, and the holy medicine may be found. It is simply a sacred land.

"Then let's go!" Hearing about such a good place, little Shi Hao's heart was suddenly moved. These things are what he lacks the most as a child who came out of a small mountain village!

"It's very dangerous there!" Huo Ling'er stared.

"How dangerous can it be? I dare to go to any dangerous place!" Little Shi Hao became excited, he was not afraid of the Baiduan Mountain Range at all, instead he had a sense of excitement about becoming a treasure.

Huo Ling'er's face changed several times in an instant, thinking of that Uncle Jiang who was following the little kid, and also thinking of the little kid's own super combat power, really few people can beat him to death!

oh so angry...

Huo Ling'er didn't talk to little Shi Hao anymore, but found the veteran of Butian Pavilion.

"What? Ghost!"

The elders of Butian Pavilion also changed color, and the little princess of Huo Kingdom can't afford to lose!

"I want to enter the Baiduan Mountains!" Huo Ling'er said to Wei Yuan, "I will take care of it with my father!"

The elder of Butian Pavilion's expression improved a lot when he heard the words. If the power of the Fire Nation intervened, the situation might be much better.

"Linger..."

"I have made up my mind, I will find that sword! And I will be responsible for convincing my father!" Huo Ling'er, relying on her status as a princess, has great self-confidence in Butian Pavilion. On the Fire Emperor's side, she already has full confidence.

"Okay! I will arrange it for you!" The elder finally agreed.

"Are we going to the Baiduan Mountains?" Things went extremely smoothly, and little Shi Hao was dumbfounded.

"Naturally!" Huo Ling'er was proud, and in front of little Shi Hao, she used the Vermilion Bird Art she had obtained, and branded the runes on it into the letter, and asked the servant to send it back to Fire Country.

In the pretext of entering Baiduan Mountain to search for traces of the Suzaku treasure technique, her father will definitely agree.

"You know how good my sister is! Come please me later!" Huo Ling'er said proudly.

"Hmph! What's the big deal!" Little Shi Hao didn't care.

The next half a month was a quiet day, nothing happened except that the Ghost Lord manifested from time to time to make people jump.

And Qingfeng has already gained a firm foothold in the Butian Pavilion, and with his own strength, he defeated the strongest disciple of the genius camp and was promoted.

Now the elders have personally taught.

In the future, taking out the animal skin paper can get better training.

The elders of Butian Pavilion must have guessed that little Shi Hao had already entered Butian Pavilion, but they couldn't find him.

Little Shihao and Huo Ling'er went to practice in the garden of Butian Pavilion to worship spirits when they had free time. With the blessing of the blue gourd, their cultivation base improved greatly, and they looked forward to the Baiduan Mountain Range even more.

Finally, when the time came, the two of them would set out on the road to the Baiduan Mountains.

"There is a gathering of heroes there, and the people who will appear will be the top disciples of the major forces. You must be careful when you go, and you must not be careless!" Before leaving, a group of elders warned.

Not only the two of them, Butian Pavilion also has other disciples who want to enter Baiduan Mountain.

"I'll emphasize one more point, you may actually encounter the cubs of the ancient beasts, as well as peers who are too powerful to be defeated. You must find a way to survive!"

In the end, they entered the habitation of the sacrificial spirit and came to the courtyard not far from the gourd vine. The elders prayed silently, and then placed the bones of the ancient relics.

With a bang, there was a ray of sunshine, a green gourd appeared and shook, and a cyan passage was successfully constructed.

This is like a road forged from lapis lazuli, shining green clouds, and all kinds of complex symbols appear together, just like the stars dotted the sky, making this place mysterious and peaceful.

After a group of people stepped in, there was a feeling of time fragments passing and spatial levels being disordered. The body and spirit seemed to be separated and peeled off alone. This was a strange experience.

It seems that it has been so far away for a lifetime, and it seems that it has just started. The broken gold is shining, the blue light is transpiring, and a luminous portal appears in front of it, and it has reached the end of the road.

"This is Duankong City?" Little Shi Hao walked out of the passage, looking at the magnificent city in front of him.

"Well, geniuses from the wasteland will gather here, this time it will be a battle of countless geniuses!" Huo Ling'er nodded.

This time, little Shi Hao still entered as Huo Linger's follower, avoiding many unnecessary troubles.

Little Shi Hao and others entered Duankong City, and Jiang Wangdao also manifested his mind body at this time, walking in Duankong City.

"There are wonderful medicines in the mountains." Jiang Wangdao thoughtfully and walked towards Baiduan Mountain.

Although this Baiduan Mountain is called a mountain, it is a vast space with many ancient relics and precious medicines.

It's just that for Jiang Wangdao today, the things he needs for healing are naturally extraordinary things. There are not many kinds in these eight domains, and one of them is an acquaintance.

Willow God is naturally, even the best, to chop off the body of the willow tree, extract the essence, and refine it into a fairy medicine, which is an excellent choice.

It's just that acquaintances are not easy to start with, so we have to find other similar ones.

Coincidentally, such a thing might exist in the Baiduan Mountains.

Jiang Wangdao took a step and came outside the barrier of Baiduan Mountain. He just glanced at it, found an opening, and slipped in.

In the next moment, he came to a vibrant world.

There is a lake in front of it, clear and clear, with wisps of spiritual energy steaming up, the fragrance of ancient medicines nearby, and the roar of wild animals in the distance.

Some mountain peaks are full of splendor, full of vines and trees, like a fairyland.

Chapter 389 Please help me heal my injuries

Just as Jiang Wangdao set foot on this land, he looked in one of the directions and sensed what he was looking for.

Devil tree!

According to legend, in the ancient years, there was a demon catfish tree with great strength, which was hunted down from the upper realm to the lower realm, stirring up endless turmoil in the eight realms, and devouring an unknown number of living beings.

In the end, the whole world suppressed him, and it was difficult to kill him.

But in fact, the most powerful catfish tree is the immortal king of a foreign land!

That is an immortal king, his strength is too powerful, he beheaded countless masters of the Nine Heavens, according to legend, his whole body is stronger than the Scarlet King, but not weaker.

It must be known that the Scarlet King is a pervert, and he once devoured the Immortal King with the Scarlet King Furnace.

However, Pu Mowang's fate was not good enough, he encountered one after another, always collided with the strongest, first fought against the real dragon, then met the reincarnation king of the six realms, and finally went to fight against the endless fairy king when he killed the red eye shopping.

He was killed by the Endless Immortal King!

However, no one could find his body, which disappeared after the war.

This time, Jiang Wangdao's target was the Demon King Pu.

In fact, the so-called fallen Demon King Pu still has backhands. He has left blood essence in a foreign land, and he can return against the sky as long as he finds a supreme elixir.

Its state is somewhat similar to that of Niaoye and Jingbi, both of which are separate from the soul and the body, unable to blend together, and unable to perceive each other.

As for the primordial spirit of Napu Demon King, it is here.

At this time, the Pu Demon Tree clan has not yet sent the Primordial Spirit of the Pu Demon King away!

"Let me see if you are good enough?" Jiang Wangdao smiled, and traveled across time and space to the center of Baiduan Mountain in a single thought.

Here, snow velvet is flying, filling every inch of space, and the ground is dead and silent, there is no life at all, just like a dead zone.

And after Jiang Wangdao stepped here, the velvet was attracted and fell towards Jiang Wangdao.

Jiang Wangdao caught one piece, felt the Dao rhyme in it, smiled slightly, and finally found the right person.

He took another step and saw an ancient coffin.

There is an ancient coffin on display here. I don't know what age it is. There are only some cracked pieces of fleshy skin with scales inside. It's hard to say what race it is.

In addition, he saw a strange bone altar in the coffin, which was small and not big, with five horns in total.

"The First World War was still very fierce!" Jiang Wangdao raised his eyebrows slightly. The things in the ancient coffin were left over from the First World War, which corresponded to several opponents of Pu Demon King at that time.

The scales came from real dragons, which were torn apart by Demon King Pu in the First World War, and the altar came from the Immortal King of Six Paths of Samsara, which had the aura of the legendary artifact of the Immortal King——Six Paths of Samsara.

As for why Jiang Wangdao knew so much about the First World War, it is still due to Liu Shen.

Liu Shen learned that Jiang Wangdao was very curious about the First World War, so he used his magical powers to reflect the various events of that year.

This helped Jiang Wangdao a lot.

"Sleep soundly." Jiang Wangdao looked at it, and the state of the primordial spirit of Pu Mowang was extremely poor. He could only hang his breath, and he couldn't even wake up.

No wonder he doesn't even have the ability to go out by himself, so he can only be rescued by his own descendants and sent back to a foreign land.

"Tsk, is it so hot? It's even worse than Niaoye and the others." Jiang Wangdao thought of life, and endless Dao patterns spread in this space, imprisoning it and stripping it from the original time and space.

"It's too weak!" Finally, Jiang Wangdao confirmed that the current Pu Mowang would be killed if he was not careful, and he was not suitable for refining medicine.

"Then I'll help you recover!" Jiang Wangdao stretched out his hand to grab it, and he grabbed the only one in the eight regions.

"Who!" Pu Moshu woke up startled, with countless velvet hanging down from his body, trying to cover Jiang Wangdao.

"Be quiet." Jiang Wangdao reminded, Pu Moshu suddenly lost his voice, and could no longer make a sound.

"This... this... and this, perfect!"

Jiang Wangdao tore apart the Demonic Pumo Tree in his hand with both hands, extracted its blood, and even crushed its Yuanshen to take out a little Yuanling.

This is the most proud thing of the Pu Moshu Clan, and it is derived from the blood and inheritance of the Pu Demon King.

These things have a great connection with Po Demon King, which is enough to wake up Po Demon King.

It's just that it's not enough, these things alone can't make Pu Mowang recover and meet Jiang Wangdao's requirements.

"Dead Soul!"