I'm doing business in the Shura field [Rebirth]

Fang Qinghong had never been to the Crystal Palace in his previous life, so he didn't know the correct way to the Jiao King's residence, but he had a stupid way.

The two plunged into the East China Sea, and swam to the place where shrimp soldiers and crab generals were patrolling. Fang Qinghong stopped him, and asked politely: "Excuse me, how can I get to King Jiao's bedroom?"

Fuyao: ...

Shrimp Soldier and Crab General: ...

Stupid, but effective, at least they almost put a rope on the panicked little fish and shrimp, and took him into custody as a prisoner.

At this time, a Jiao clan team that had just returned from cleaning the battlefield passed by.The leader was the merman who had been hunted by the three gates of the Eastern Realm before, and after Fang Qinghong gave him a helping hand and released him into the sea, he looked back at him deeply.

Fang Qinghong's eyes lit up, now it's all right, no need to be tied up to see the Black Flood Dragon King!He hurriedly called out with the voice he used when pretending to be a tall man: "Little brother, little brother, it's me."

The young man stopped, looked left and right, locked his eyes on Fang Qinghong who looked younger than him, and expressed doubts: "Benefactor?"

Fang Qinghong's face didn't turn red and her heart didn't beat: "It's right here."

The shark looked at how he was tied up, and then looked at the expressionless faces around him. As if he didn't know this person, Fuyao was very considerate and didn't show any inappropriate expressions: "Why is the benefactor here?"

Fang Qinghong: "Your king invited me here, but they still don't believe me, let them untie me quickly—by the way, Your Highness is coming back now?"

The merman nodded hesitantly, and waved his hands to make the shrimp soldiers and crab generals retreat. "I just returned to the palace not long ago."

"My name is Fang Qinghong, I am a disciple of Huanhua Sword Sect under Qinglian Peak, what's your name?"

"Ao Kun."

The young shark named Ao Kun has probably never met such a passionate person who still doesn't treat himself as an outsider. He has no experience in dealing with it. He asks questions and answers stupidly, and is completely led by the nose.

Fang Qinghong threw the rope that he had taken off to Ao Kun casually, raised his head and said refreshedly: "It just happened to be on the way, let's go together."

Ao Kun: ...?

Always feel something is wrong.

The sea area is divided into four jurisdictions: east, west, south, and north. The four seas are rich in resources and aura, and countless treasures and fairy grasses are bred on the bottom of the sea, providing the cultivation needs of aliens living on the bottom of the sea.Among them, the East China Sea, which has several fairy islands, is the best, and it is the best geographical location in the four seas.

Since the sea was born to be the training ground for the water-type monster race, the rich environment made them have no ambitions for the outside world, and lacked the desire to expand-sitting on mountains of gold and silver, why bother to go to land.

In order to survive in the great world filled with thousands of races, the prehistoric alien races generally learned to hug each other for warmth.The family-style governance method allows the internal clan to get along harmoniously, and only shows the will to fight with the same enemy when facing natural enemies.

Therefore, when facing Renxiu at the beginning, no matter the scheming of the city government or the experience and will to fight against Tartars, they are not as good as Renxiu.The short-term curiosity about the outside world when we first met quickly disappeared, leaving only endless troubles.

On Ao Kun Road, he thanked Fang Qinghong very solemnly. In his opinion, Fang Qinghong's willingness to restore his companion's body and have the opportunity to find the soul's home again is far more important than curing himself.

This time Fang Qinghong didn't have the nerve to take all the credit for himself, explaining that he was just acting and pretending to be an expert, and it was Fuyao who really contributed.

Ao Kun's expression was blank for a moment, as if he was digesting the intrigue among their race, he looked at him sympathetically for a while, and said, "It's hard work to be a human being."

Fang Qinghong twitched the corners of his mouth, not knowing whether to laugh or cry: "It's okay, life is hard."

These words caused Ao Kun to sigh for a while, imitating the etiquette of the human race at the end, and bowed to Fuyao.The latter hesitated for a while, and finally nodded slightly as a response.

Fang Qinghong rounded up the situation at the side: "He has this personality, he is relatively indifferent, there is no other meaning."

Ao Kun: "I know."

Fang Qinghong: "Huh?"

Ao Kun: "Our family is like this to our own family members, so it's nothing to worry about."

Fang Qinghong: ...

The Crystal Palace really has lived up to its name. It is a huge group of palaces, the whole body is made of glazed stone, reflecting the deep blue of the seabed among the colorful rays of light.

The halo of the big pearls and night pearls reflected the sparkling sea water, leaving the changes of undercurrents and curves on the crystal palace wall.The dense aura combined with the silk and bamboo fairy music played by the girls made the Crystal Palace look as beautiful as a fantasy.

Fang Qinghong and Fuyao were led by Ao Kun through the long porch, across the painted bridges, and when they entered the resplendent and resplendent hall, the Black Flood Dragon King was leaning on a giant pearl oyster with his head on one hand. made on the throne.He waved Ao Kun back, raised his eyelids and said lazily, "Here we are."

It seems that Fang Qinghong's visit has been known for a long time.

The latter saw Li, and made insinuations: "Your Highness will return to the palace early, but there is something important in the clan?"

The Black Flood Dragon King raised his eyebrows: "So what if it is, so what if it is not."

Fang Qinghong immediately changed his words: "Your family's private matters, it's inconvenient for this junior to ask more questions."

The Black Flood Dragon King raised his hand, and the thin streams of water gathered from all directions, turning into a water mirror of human height in the luxurious hall.

Black Flood Dragon King: "Come, watch a show."

Fang Qinghong: ...

Fuyao: ...

Fang Qinghong: I came back with you just to watch the excitement? !

But soon, he was also attracted by the content displayed by the water mirror.

At this time, outside Yingzhou Island, there was a tragic scene of scattered and retreating.The number of people who could escape alive was very limited, almost no two out of ten, but the Jade Immortal Sword Formation did not give up just because of their departure, and the unparalleled sword glow came out powerfully, chasing the living things away.The Mahayana Patriarch who had fought against the Black Jiao King alone in his previous life also arrived at this time, and he was the former Buddha of Tianlu Temple—the Great Venerable Zhishan.

His opponent had changed from the black flood dragon to the sword formation, and the difficulty only increased but not decreased, but as a sect that took Purdue Cihang as its mission, it was naturally impossible to retreat, so it was under pressure to buy time for Renxiu to retreat.

The Black Flood Dragon King was not satisfied with just watching the fire from the other side, and would comment a few words from time to time: "The bald man has a conscience."

Fang Qinghong looked up from a high mountain: "Unexpectedly, I would see another Mahayana ancestor again today. I heard that the great venerable Zhishan had already stepped into the fairyland with one foot. In this way, wouldn't it be different from His Highness?" Xiang Bozhong."

"Not close?"

The Black Flood Dragon King let out a soft snort from his nose, showing disdain unabashedly: "Only him, I don't pay much attention to him. The Zhuxian Sword Formation is the last barrier of Yingzhou Island. When you group of people land on the island, you will be killed." Fighting, killing, and pulling out all the spiritual plants that can be pulled out. I don’t understand the truth that it’s too late. If the island is destroyed like this, how can it not recover? If I don’t take the people away, I will wait for them to be killed by the sword formation. Harvest?"

Fang Qinghong:?It seems that you have a share of the credit here, right?

But the power of Zhuxian Sword Formation cannot be doubted.

It is true that it killed many immortals in ancient times, if not, it would not have the great reputation it has today.

"But—" the Black Flood Dragon King paused and frowned.

In a short while, even Fang Qinghong discovered the problem.

There seems to be something wrong with the Zhuxian Sword Formation, or in other words, it is not powerful enough.Even if there is a Mahayana patriarch with a fairy weapon in hand, it shouldn't take so long.

As early as when the real sword array was born, it had already pushed all the living things within its range to death.

Fuyao said straight to the point: "There is a sword missing."

The other two people in the hall looked at him together.

Fu Yao didn't look sideways, staring at the mighty sword array in the water mirror: "The Zhu Xian sword is gone."

The most important handle of the sword array was missing.

In whose hands did Zhu Xian's sword fall?

Fang Qinghong first ruled out the hypothesis that Jian was in Penglai Xiandao.Because it is not necessary at all, if you want to put it together, put it together. There is a world of difference between three handles and four handles, and an incomplete formation will not be able to exert its due effect at all.

He turned his head to look at the Black Flood Dragon King, thinking about the disappearance of the fairy sword, the local snake that has been entrenched here all year round should know a thing or two.In the end, seeing the gloomy and thoughtful expression on the face of the Black Flood Dragon King, he knew that there was nothing to do.

But at this moment, the sky outside Xiandao suddenly opened up.

Moxiu suddenly appeared, and when Daoxiu's three celestial weapons were fighting against the celestial sword, he summoned two magic soldiers to forcefully hold back the celestial sword.Then grab the sword and run away.

Everyone was stunned.

Fang Qinghong: ...

Fuyao: ...

The Black Flood Dragon King clapped his palms and laughed: "Interesting, interesting, the fisherman gains from the competition between the snipe and the clam!" After speaking, he waved his hand, and the water mirror disappeared in response. "Don't watch it, it's boring to continue."

Indeed, without two swords in the sword formation, it is a foregone conclusion for Renxiu to escape from birth under the escort of the immortal artifact.

Fang Qinghong came back to his senses, and began to mention the purpose of this trip: "Your Highness, in fact, this junior has something to ask about this visit."

The Black Flood Dragon King understood, shifted his gaze to Fuyao, and suddenly said: "This fellow Taoist, please move a half step ahead, I have something to talk to the descendants of this old man."

He spoke politely, but his tone was extremely arrogant.Fuyao's face darkened, and he stared at him coldly, the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

Fang Qinghong subconsciously took a step diagonally, stood in front of Fuyao, and said: "Your Highness, please rest assured, this is a friend of the younger generation, and we have been through life and death together, so I can trust you, but it's okay for you to say so."

"That's nothing to talk about." The Black Flood Dragon King withdrew his gaze, casually playing with the two night pearls in his hand: "This seat is for Dao Yan's face, let you be presumptuous here, but your face is far from big. To the point where I will buy another favor from you."

"Listen or not, you choose." After the Black Flood Dragon King finished speaking, he stopped talking to the two of them.

Fang Qinghong gritted his teeth secretly, the feeling that he was only one step away from the secret was very bad.He couldn't help looking back at Fuyao, and found that the other party was also looking at him, his eyes were calm and calm, as if he would silently accept whatever decision he made.

Fang Qinghong suddenly made up his mind, and said to the Black Flood Dragon King: "I choose..."

A deep male voice suddenly interjected, and Fuyao said calmly, "I'll wait for you outside." After finishing speaking, he turned around and left.

Fang Qinghong grabbed his sleeve suddenly, forced a smile: "I'm not in a hurry, I didn't think so..."

"Wait until you're done." Fuyao grabbed the back of his hand and gently took it away.

The way he looked at Fang Qinghong was like a drop of water falling into the lake, creating ripples.

Fang Qinghong stared blankly at his leaving back, losing the ability to speak.

Hei Jiao on the throne watched the whole process and snorted: "Disgusting."

Fang Qinghong was so angry that he almost rolled his eyes.When he thought about it, he said, "Why did Your Highness target him?"

The Black Flood Dragon King asked instead: "Do you still want to ask about Yan's whereabouts?"

Fang Qinghong found a pillar at random, leaned back with his hands crossed over his chest: "Let's talk, I can't let Fuyao's patience go to waste."

"You boy, pay it back endlessly." The Black Flood Dragon King straightened up, and hummed: "You will know my painstaking efforts later."

Fang Qinghong glanced at him, unwilling.

"Your master is a great talent, but the successor is so small-minded and caressing about everything." After the Black Jiao King praised Immortal Daoyan, he also wanted to despise the rest of the others: "However, bad bamboos will not produce good bamboo shoots a few times. , those short-sighted idiots, how can they be compared with Dao Yan."

Wow, people who don't know will think you are his loyal follower after listening.And aren't you very proficient in using the slang term for "bad bamboo"!

Fang Qinghong finished muttering in his heart, and asked knowingly on his face: "Does Your Highness know where Master Yan has gone?"

Black Flood Dragon King: "He went to the Demon Realm."

Fang Qinghong looked surprised: "This...why?!"

Black Flood Dragon King: "I only know that he is looking for one thing, and that thing is very important. According to him, it is related to the future life and death of all races."

Fang Qinghong's heart was shocked, and he hurriedly asked: "What can have such great power?"

"I don't know." Dissatisfied with his interrupting his behavior, the Black Flood Dragon King squinted at him, and continued: "Dao Yan's original words, if this thing is lost, there will be a catastrophe in the world in the not-too-distant future. At that time, the mountains and rivers will be overthrown and all things will be extinct, which will be worse than the catastrophe in the last years of flood and famine."

Fang Qinghong was speechless for a long while.

This was something he had never heard of in his previous life.He couldn't help but feel scared for a while, because according to what the Demon Lord Helian Wushe said later, Immortal Daoyan died in the Demon Realm.This also means that there are no people who tried to turn the tide.

What about disasters?

Does anyone else know?

What about Helian Wushe, is what he said true or false, is Immortal Daoyan really dead?Can you know the truth of one star and a half?

"Havoc," Fang Qinghong licked his dry lips, "Is it like the five decays of heaven and man in ancient times?"

"wrong."

The face of the Black Flood Dragon King was no longer lazy, he sat up straight, his brows were full of the majesty of a king: "What comes in the last years of the prehistoric times is a natural disaster; but what is born in the future—"

"It's a man-made disaster."

After a long time, Fang Qinghong let out a long breath, and said: "Your Highness told me these things, it's not because you want to reminisce about the past, let's find someone to reminisce about the past."

Black Flood Dragon King: "It's still clever, but it's not in vain for Daoyan to place high hopes on it."

Fang Qinghong was taken aback for a moment: "The Immortal Lord chose me?"

"Before he went to Demon Realm, he came to have a drink with me once." The Black Flood Dragon King regained his original expression, and lay down lazily again: "Otherwise, how did I know what I told you today."

Fang Qinghong couldn't tell for a while, whether Immortal Daoyan could drink or him who was the chosen successor of Immortal Daoyan, which one would make people want to confide more.

At this time, the Black Flood Dragon King threw another topic: "The demon realm is dangerous and full of murderous intentions, but he went there alone without bringing his own natal swords. Do you know why?"

Fang Qinghong shook his head blankly.

Heijiao King: "After drinking for three rounds that day, he told me that if someone in the later generations appears with his sword, I should be more tolerant and carry one. I asked him what he meant, and he said, And treat it as a successor who takes care of an old friend."

Fang Qinghong was tongue-tied, the shock in his heart was beyond words.Could it be that Dao Yan also used mystical techniques to ask divination, so why can he count things more than 1000 years later? !

"This time when I woke up, I didn't detect his aura, so I knew he was still trapped in the demon realm. If you have the heart, go find him."

"Since he was able to set you up after a thousand years, he must have left clues in the Demon Realm. There will be a catastrophe for all races in the future. Since you are his heir, you must inherit the mantle and fulfill his wish."

At the end of the day, the Black Flood Dragon King let out a low laugh, half with emotion and half with annoyance: "I specially woke up this seat from my slumber, and entrusted him with leaving, so he dared to do such a thing."

What is Dao Yan's wish?

Shangqiongbi fell into the underworld, and he wanted to save all living beings from the sea of ​​fire.

Black Flood Dragon King: "You are a member of the Sword Sect, even after thousands of years, you still need to respect him."

Fang Qinghong was fascinated: "Xianjun... what kind of person is he?"

The Black Flood Dragon King answered decisively: "Today's No.1 sword cultivator."

Looking at the handsome man's firm expression, Fang Qinghong suddenly came back to his senses and realized.The Black Flood Dragon King must have a crush on Dao Yan.

The Huanhua Sword Sect is the nun's nunnery and the Emei sect in the cultivation world, and the founder of the Kai sect is naturally a woman.Moreover, dragons and snakes are cold-blooded animals. It is not easy to sleep, and they are very angry when they wake up. When they wake up naturally, they can still make a big mess—such as the hunting in the East China Sea that happened not long ago.Not to mention being woken up abruptly.

When Dao Yan said to drink, they would drink; if he asked him to take care of his younger generation, he would really work hard to give opportunities and information...

For a moment, Fang Qinghong looked at the Black Flood Dragon King strangely.If he remembered correctly, this old Jiao must have eighteen concubines in his harem.

The Black Flood Dragon King narrowed his eyes dangerously: "What do you mean?"

Fang Qinghong: "No, no! I just want to ask how many monster clans that inherit the prehistoric bloodline exist besides the Jiao clan."

The Black Flood Dragon King snorted, and said, "Monster, that's the name the human race gave us later. In ancient times, you didn't dare to call it that."

In ancient times, there were many ethnic groups, and they were at their peak. Whether it was competition for resources, or hatred, there were always conflicts between the various ethnic groups.At that time, the human race could only be counted as one of them, and it was far from the glory of dominating the five domains today and seeming to be the only one in the world.

For the prehistoric and powerful race with a proud past, the human race arbitrarily defined the so-called norms, gave the tribes a defined form, and took some "names", which made them very disgusted.

Due to geographical factors, Jiejiao has some connections with various tribes in the East China Sea, so the lineage of the Black Flood Dragon King has received some inheritance from the Master Tongtian.Otherwise, the Yingzhou Fairy Scroll would not have fallen into the hands of the Jiao Clan.

The leader of the Tongtian sect has a relationship with the foreign race, so the foreign race will not make too much trouble in his mansion, which is why the Black Jiao King "accepts as soon as he sees it".

After the calamity of heaven and earth, there was a gap in history, and the alien race fell into silence for a long time. There are indeed many species now, and they are not the species before the prehistoric times.The withering of the alien race also made the spirit monsters born later gradually weaker in front of the human race with strong reproductive ability.

But the Black Flood Dragon's lineage is different, their ancestors once participated in the battle with Ying Longshen.Back then, all those who obeyed the destiny and made meritorious deeds for the Yellow Emperor Gongsun Xuanyuan in the battle, all received the blessing of Hongmeng Tianji, and even if they died, they also earned blessings for future generations.

Under the continuous blessing, the Jiao clan escaped unharmed.But even so, by the generation of the Black Flood Dragon King, the bloodline is already very thin.

The higher the level of living beings, the harder it is to reproduce. In addition, there are not many clansmen who survived by chance. They can only continue to marry with foreign clans to ensure the continuation of the bloodline.Not only the Black Flood Dragon King, his father, his grandfather, and his great-grandfather are all three thousand in the harem.

"There are not many. Among the beasts, only Bai Ze can live well. It has a long life. The Qilin tribe has the blessing of the Queen Mother of the West, and there may be two fish that slipped through the net. The ancient real dragon has only the lineage of Yinglong God, and they have long since died in battle. The Feng Clan didn't know that they had Nirvana blood in their bodies, and they were reborn with supernatural powers. They were hunted down by the desperate immortals at the time, so they must have been extinct long ago."

When the Black Flood Dragon King said this, he couldn't help but sneered: "A group of idiots, they think that phoenix blood is the medicine of longevity. Under the catastrophe, even the damned can't escape."

At the end of the day, he added: "Your friend who is a descendant of Yinglong, the power of the inherited blood is no longer good. If you want to return to your ancestors, it will be difficult to reach the sky."

Yinglong is the ancestor of the Dragon Clan, and also the ultimate goal of the Hundred-scale Clan to realize the leap of life.

Fang Qinghong was curious, and couldn't help asking: "Why? Is it okay to inherit its blood?"

Black Flood Dragon King: "It's not that the blood is bad, it's that the human physique is bad. With the fragile body of the human race, how can they stand the dominance of the blood of the real dragon. If you want to conceive a dragon fetus, the pregnant person will die early."

"We and other races rely on our blood to inherit our ancestors' experience and innate supernatural powers. It is probably because the blood contains the power of law and esoteric runes. These things are already very destructive. How can the human body bear it? In the process of inheritance , there must be a lot of information missing, so how many things are left after generations?"

Fang Qinghong suddenly realized that it was so!

"Then is it possible to deduce a complete inheritance rune by myself after the cultivation base has improved?" He asked.

"Look at understanding, I've lived for such a long time, I haven't seen it before." The Black Flood Dragon King made another stab: "Even if he can gather the runes, he can't transform a dragon if he hasn't seen a real dragon."

Fang Qinghong grasped the key point: "Is it okay if you haven't seen it?"

The Black Jiao King asked back: "If you don't know the power of a real dragon, how do you transform into a dragon?"

... also oh.

"Your companion," the Black Flood Dragon King changed the subject and suddenly mentioned Fuyao: "He has dirty things on him, be careful."

At the same time, the Kunlun Mountains in the west.

The transmission formation in the square behind the Yunding Golden Palace suddenly lit up, and then, Liu Menghan helped Yuan Hong, who was covered in blood and unconscious, to walk out.Behind him was only one elder who staggered and followed loyally, and the other one was already guarding them to open the passage, but was pierced by Yu Feng of the Immortal Sword.

Liu Fengsheng stood with his hands behind his back, facing the successive tragedies in Kunlun Palace, he remained motionless: "Just come back."

Liu Menghan wiped off the blood on the corner of his mouth, bowed his head and saluted: "I made father worry."

Liu Fengsheng turned his head and told the people around him to take the two seriously injured elders down to recuperate, and then said to Liu Menghan, "Follow me first. It's rare for the ancestor to wake up, and he has been waiting for you for a long time."

"Yes."

The two imperial weapons flew straight into the middle of the Kunlun Mountains where Fang Qinghong could not set foot in time.The sky is high and the clouds are light, the wind is bitter, and the continuous mountains are covered with snow that does not melt all the year round.

"puff."

"puff."

When they came to a mountain top, they jumped off the magic weapon one after another and stepped on the thick snow.

After walking for hundreds of meters, I came to the entrance of the black cave.Liu Fengsheng stopped, raised his arms to stop him, his eyes signaled Liu Menghan to get ready.

An old voice came faintly from the cave, "The voice of the phoenix is ​​coming."

"See the old ancestor." Liu Fengsheng changed his calm and calm attitude, and bowed his head towards the entrance of the cave with a respectful and humble attitude, and bowed deeply, "The person you want to see, this junior has already brought you."

"Menghan, come."

Liu Fengsheng patted the young man's elbow and urged in a low voice: "Go quickly."

Liu Menghan closed his eyes, and as he walked a few steps towards the ancestor's cave, a chilly air rushed over his face.The closer he was to the entrance of the cave, the more obvious the bone-chilling coolness that seemed to be stared at by a poisonous snake.

He couldn't help but stop and looked back at his father who was standing there.The other party's expression at this time was unprecedentedly strange.