Waste Strong Foundation

From what I said, it seems that if you go to Kunlun, you will definitely die.

Seeing the doubts on the faces of the two, Zhulong hurriedly made amends for himself: "Di Jun and I have always been at odds. Kunlun is his capital in the world. When the gods were discussing how to deal with Nuwa's mortals, I slept through it." I didn’t get to go, and I actually didn’t want to go. Of course, I didn’t expect that losing my vote would cause you to go to great lengths to get rid of Taishibi, even giving up your mediocre divine power.”

This "it wasn't very good" was more like saying it to Fei Mingqiu.

Is it yin and yang?

It's just yin and yang!

Fei Mingqiu held back his complaints and said slowly: "You can only gain if you give up."

Zhulong pursed his lips and let out a sound of disgust, frowned and sighed bitterly: "I have to break it up and explain it clearly!"

Shang Yuan: "Tell me."

Zhulong choked and said cursingly: "Phoenix's method of nirvana is used on gods who are not of his race. The higher the god's rank, the more suffering he suffers. Like you, your soul is missing; the method of nirvana is like The established code program determines that you have not yet completed Nirvana, and you do not know how to change it, thus forcing you to die miserably again and again. Your mortal body is very delicate, but it is a pity that after ten years, it is also a rotten life."

"Yes, it is precisely because of this that I want to get back that ray of spirit." Shang Yuan's eyes turned cold, and he nodded in admission.

Fei Mingqiu's heart moved slightly, and he glanced at Shang Yuan's Adam's apple rolling when he spoke through the silver hair of Zhulong blowing away in the wind.

Candle Dragon: "So what about you?"

Fei Mingqiu pointed at himself: "Me?"

"Yes, what about you?" Zhulong's expression became more and more strange, he licked his lips and muttered what he was talking about, and turned to warn Fei Mingqiu: "He has a reason to go, you'd better not go—no , you must never go to Kunlun Mountain. Do you know that the mountain god Kunlun is dead?"

Fei Mingqiu nodded, "I know."

Zhulong: "Kunwu Mountain is different from Kunlun Mountain. Before he was born, Kunwu, the mountain god, was killed by the enlightened king and made into a jade knife. As a result, the mountains collapsed and the ground cracked, and disappeared into the universe; If you are in a state of extreme hunger, if you don’t leave the Kunlun Realm within three days, you will be in danger of being wiped out and devoured by it. If it wakes up every day, the color of the world may have changed..."

Fei Mingqiu stretched his brows and eyes, thanked him softly, and smoothed the boy's hair.

Candle Dragon was dumbfounded, and the dragon scales on his chin rubbed up to his forehead.

"You, what are you thanking me for? Are you crazy? Jin Shi told me that you ate the sacrifice to the Sea God. I comforted him and said it doesn't matter—"

Fei Mingqiu: "I thought it was only two days. If you say it's at least three days, I'm relieved."

Zhulong was speechless, looked at the two of them for a while, then pulled out two pieces of golden dragon scales from his back as if in pain, and pressed them on the backs of their hands respectively.

As soon as the dragon scale touched the skin, it melted like spring snow.

Zhulong reckoned that Fei Mingqiu had already noticed Xihe's whereabouts, so he didn't stop him anymore, but just sneered: "Ghost Mother, this little girl just needs to take medicine on time for her illness, and the first god she sees when she opens her eyes is you, so I recognize you as my elder brother. Take her away, at least add a bodyguard. The dragon scales I gave you were replaced when I moulted 10 years ago, and you can command the Yangtze River with this thing."

Kunlun Mountain is divided into two realms:

The true source of the gods and the lower capital of the Father God.

The former is far above the gate of heaven; the latter has a real mountain as its body, connected with rivers and rivers, watching the sun, moon and stars.

Shang Yuan was insane and couldn't reach Tianmen through the normal way.

Considering the possible dangers of the unowned Kunlun Mountains, going upstream along the Yangtze River is the best solution.

Fei Mingqiu and Shang Yuan said in unison: "Thank you."

On the contrary, Zhulong seemed to have prickly heat on his chest, he scratched and scratched, and said: "Thank you. I will never see you again."

He was exiled to the misty land in the south, and his personality became quite weird, so no one could guess what was going on in his heart.

Zhulong opened his mouth and wanted to explain something, his eyebrows and eyes were rarely coy.

Suddenly, the ghost mother's delicate and pale oval face protruded from behind his thin, paper-thin shoulders.

She has recently taken medicine and her cheeks have become much thinner, and her slender hands are kneading a little ghost to relieve the acid reflux in her stomach.

The ghost mother stepped around in front of Zhulong, half of her face was kind and gentle, and half of her face was stiff and pale, and said resentfully:

"Those bitter soups with insect excrement and horse urine added, wait until I come back to eat. My illness is much better now, so there is no rush."

Zhulong thought the same, changed the subject, and talked about some ordinary and confident girl literature.

The ghost mother frowned impatiently, and waved her hand to open the ghost gate that was being renovated, "The teleportation power is unstable, let's try it first."

……

……

It is indeed unstable.

The ghost mansion trembled violently. The moment Fei Mingqiu was thrown out of the ghost gate and fell into the Yangtze River and was swept away by the water, he quickly raised his right hand.

A pattern of dragon scales faintly appeared on the back of his hand, and the violent river water gradually became gentle and lovely, carefully supporting him to swim upstream.

Shang Yuan's situation was similar, standing on the reef, holding the ghost mother who had turned into a black tiger in his left hand, and Qingyuan and Jinwu in his right hand.

Fei Mingqiu: "???"

Yuanyuan sneered and said, "I came here by myself. I talk about going back to Kunlun every day, but I can't be left alone in Yanchi in the end, right?"

Jin Shi's eyes were wet with choking, "I—cough, cough cough!"

The little prince of Penglai obviously also had a good reason.He must find his mother, Xi He.

"Okay. It's two thousand miles away from Kunlun," Shang Yuan let go of his hand, "Stop talking and hurry. We're going to Kunlun tonight, okay?"

Yuanyuan lay on a piece of wood, slapped her chest while spitting out river water, and said, "Don't worry, God."

At two o'clock in the morning, Fei Mingqiu kicked sixteen new players who sneaked into the pottery workshop in the middle of the night to play pranks offline.

Of the 8 people, there will always be those who have hands and feet, and their accounts will be banned for two days as a warning.

He slowly opened his eyes, his eyelashes were stained with snow seeds, and he was illuminated by the divine fire contributed by Jinshen to keep him warm, and his eyelids were moistened when he moved his eyes slightly.

There was a blizzard on the road, and the river froze quickly. The scales sent by Zhulong were not very good, so they couldn't reach the destination that night as planned.

Shang Yuan jumped to the shore first and reached out to pick him up.

Fei Mingqiu patted Yuanyuan who was dozing off on his shoulder, exhaled hot air to warm his hands, and jumped off the huge ice floe with his magic fire in his mouth.

Shang Yuan slightly protected his waist to prevent the young man from falling into the snow.

Jin Shixun was kind and walked the fastest. At this time, his head was covered with snow and he ran back and shouted: "You two uncles, we are here, we are here!"

Yuanyuan was sleepy, and shivered while sitting on the ice floe, "Are you in Kunlun?"

In the dark of night, a majestic sacred mountain stands silently in the sky, lights are on in the mountains, and the sound of beating clappers can be heard intermittently.

This is Kunlun Mountain.

Yuanyuan grabbed Jin Shi's sleeve and said, "Let's go! With the gods around, the restrictions outside the mountain are not a problem at all."

Fei Mingqiu was a little out of breath, and stiffly brushed off the snow from the ends of his hair.

The moment he landed, he felt a familiar force drill into his body, arrogantly picking out his memories and thoughts, and examining the source of his soul.

Kunlun Mountain, which has lost its mountain god, can't wait to cry out, wanting to devour his flesh and soul.

Shang Yuan asked with concern: "Are you okay? From now on, three days."

Fei Mingqiu took a big step forward, "Hmm. I know, three days is definitely enough."

He also wanted to whisper a few truths in his ear—he is not the one in novels who likes to pretend nothing happened and then suddenly collapses in front of Gong——

The tall goddess came out of the night carrying a lantern, her red lips parted slightly: "You guessed it right."

The goddess on her back had a ferocious and mournful face, and said hoarsely, "Fuxi, what should we do now?"

Yuanyuan was startled, "Old woman?!"

Jin Zhi glared decisively.