Feng Hua Dang Song

In the eyes of the old man, Qu Liuying's indifferent words suddenly overlapped the beautiful figure in front of him with the shadow deep in his memory, and the monstrous black mist continuously gushed out from his body, dispelling the shadows above his head. The heavier the rain falls.

"How is it possible! He didn't hesitate to destroy his own life, and ended up in a state of disastrous death, so he suppressed me here for thousands of years. Even if you find his skull, you can't get his power. You are bluffing, thinking Trick me into messing around!"

Qu Liuying raised her palm to control the rain, and suddenly asked, "Why don't you continue to use the title 'Wu'?"

The old man's pupils shrank suddenly, and half of the black mist that had finally gathered was washed away by the rainstorm.

Qu Liuying said again indifferently, "Because you know very well that you are just an idea stripped from the ancestor, and you are not worthy of calling yourself the honorary title of the ancestor."

"You are talking nonsense! I am him, and I am one with him!"

"You are just the shadow formed when the ancestor peeled off his own evil thoughts. The ancestor is merciful, thinking that you have given birth to wisdom, and cannot bear to erase you with his own hands. The prophet counts the world, but he cannot count himself. From this meaning From the looks of it, you are indeed a part of the ancestors."

"You privately used the altar of your ancestors to collude with people from outside the territory, intending to seize the blood of your ancestors and occupy the magpie's nest. The ancestors had no choice but to kill the strong outsiders at the cost of burning their lives and suppress you here. "

"You are tenacious. Not only did you not get purified by the Suppressing Demon Talisman, but you stole its power to keep yourself alive until now."

What Qu Liuying said was known only to the ancient prophet and the old man. Now, he no longer suspects that Qu Liuying was fabricating lies to deceive him. When he mentioned the past that had been sealed with the years, the old man seemed very angry. And unwilling.

"What is the magic-suppressing talisman? I know what he knows. I am more courageous and ambitious than him. Why should I let him control me? If he is really clean-hearted, how could I be born? You are all the same, full of mouths." Fake benevolence!"

As soon as Qu Liuying closed her gesture, the heavy rain suddenly stopped, and she said coldly to the old man, "It doesn't matter whether it's true sage, idleness, or false benevolence, it doesn't matter now, because your greed and stupidity forced the ancestor to perish. Leading to the power of the outside world to set up a situation to eat away at the power of Jiuxiao Continent"

"Martial artists from the Nine Nights Continent are no longer able to practice profound strength. In this situation, although you are not the culprit, you are the most violent pusher. Today, I will clean up the door for the ancestor."

The old man didn't dare to believe what Qu Liuying said was true, he laughed angrily, "I can't do anything about him being forced to perish, what can you do?"

After all, before the warbler could speak, the strength of the old man exploded, the whole area began to vibrate violently, and the magic-suppressing talisman under his feet became extremely unstable, as if it was about to shatter at any time.

Crooked Oriole stared at him calmly, like staring at a dying wolf, dying to show its fangs and bite off a piece of flesh from its opponent.

"Leverage the power of my ancestors to help me set a precedent"

With the last word of Wen Liuying, all the turmoil stopped abruptly, and the space suddenly became quiet.

Immediately afterwards, everyone felt a ding-dong sound coming from their ears, as if a spring was rushing down, flowing towards this area.

"First of its kind! Impossible, that old thing couldn't do it when he was dying, I don't believe it, I'm not reconciled!"

Although the old man said he didn't believe it, his last sentence still revealed his truest thoughts. Black mist billowed out of his body like thick smoke, but he couldn't gain half a point of advantage.

The protective cover above the square disappeared, and a river shrouded in the shining holy light seemed to pour from the sky, falling around the old man.

Wherever it passed, all the evils were instantly purified and dissolved, and the old man also disappeared in the roar and the ding-dong sound of the spring water.

The river water was poured on the Demon Suppressing Talisman, and after smoothing out the previous damage, it continued to pour down and pour into the abyss below, and a rainbow suddenly floated under everyone's feet.

The rainbow is like an arch bridge, hanging across the side of Xianhe. Duan Yilan stepped on the colorful, walked to Qu Liu Ying, pulled her catkins, and said softly, "Liu Ying, thank you for your hard work."

Borrowing the power of the ancestors to seize the good fortune seems indeed majestic, but at least this process is extremely uncomfortable physically, and one carelessness will cause oneself to explode and die.

Duan Yilan tried it once before when he was fighting against the ghost, and the taste is simply indescribable.

Qu Liuying's hands were wrapped in the familiar temperature, and she trembled subconsciously. It was not until Duan Yilan's soft voice came from her ears that her body gradually relaxed.

The starry sky-like depth in the pupils receded, and Duan Yilan was the only one in the autumn water-like pupils.

The tense body relaxed in vain, and a strong sense of weakness immediately surged up. Qu Liuying's delicate body swayed slightly, and she seemed to be a little unstable. Before she could speak, she was wrapped in a pair of slender and powerful arms and hugged her .

Qu Liuying was indeed exhausted. Although she didn't fight the old man, she was really exhausted before.

Afterwards, she used the power of the ancient prophet to start a precedent. If the timing was not right now, she really wanted to sleep in this warm embrace.

Duan Yilan didn't speak again, and caressed the white hair of the person in her arms, waiting for the latter to rest for a while before discussing what to do next.

Qingluan stood hanging in the air not far away, she really didn't want to look at the two figures embracing each other, but she couldn't help but squinted and peeked again and again.

This time, he didn't interrupt the two of them with a loud voice as usual, but just scratched his chicken paw in a bit of annoyance.

There was a sound of water, a tall and thin figure suddenly stepped out of the river, and the person did not see the person destroying the cultivation technique, but the moving speed was extremely fast, and he came to Duan Yilan and Qu Liuying in the blink of an eye .

The visitor had a white beard and white hair, with a fairy-like appearance, just like the old man who disappeared earlier.

Duan Yilan's scalp was numb, and his heart that had just been relaxed was tightened like a stone. He was about to run away with Qu Liuying in his arms, when he heard a familiar soft voice from his arms, "Yilan, he is the ancestor, let me down."

Before Duan Yilan could react, Qu Liuying jumped out of Duan Yilan's arms, and she dared not neglect in front of her ancestor.

"Meet the Grandfather"

The real body of the ancient prophet fell thousands of years ago, and what is now presented to the people is nothing but a soul body hidden in secret, which was found by Qu Liuying at the bottom of the abyss and successfully awakened.

The ancient prophet stretched out his hand and lifted Qu Liuying, who was bowing to him, and then looked at the latter lovingly and said, "You are doing well."

The communication between the two of them doesn't require much words, just a thought can send a lot of information to each other. Of course, even if Qu Liuying doesn't move any thoughts, the ancient prophet can still see what she is thinking at a glance.

Without any extra words, the ancient prophet flicked his fingers, and saw a platform suddenly exposed above Xianhe where it connected to the sky.

"Go, accept my inheritance"

After saying that, Qu Liuying's figure disappeared in place, which surprised Duan Yilan and Qingluan who had already rushed to her side.

They didn't breathe a sigh of relief at the same time until they looked up and saw the figure of the warbler sitting upright on the platform above the sky.

The old man just now had all kinds of bad deeds, he was pretending and deceitful, and his figure and appearance were exactly the same as the one in front of him, which made Duan Yilan and Qingluan really worried.

The water of the first river poured down slowly, forming a holy light curtain around the body of the warbler, isolating the prying eyes of the outside world, being baptized by the first river, and receiving the inheritance of the prophet.

Seeing that Qu Liuying had entered the state of cultivation, the ancient prophet turned his gaze to Duan Yilan. His pupils were not as deep as stars and unfathomable as the old man before, but more like a quiet and clear pool of water .

Being stared at by these pupils, Duan Yilan felt that her somewhat chaotic state of mind instantly calmed down.

"Duan Yilan"

When the other party called out her name, Duan Yilan's heart tensed again subconsciously, and she quickly saluted with fists in her hands, "This junior is here, I know what you have ordered from senior, and I will definitely do my best to complete it"

With a slight smile on his face, the ancient prophet stretched out his hand to caress her slightly messy head, and said softly, "I don't need to ask you, you have already done it."

Although the Ancient Prophet did not specify it, Duan Yilan knew very clearly that he was referring to his love for Qu Liuying. Before he could answer, the Ancient Prophet said again, "Everything in the world has a definite number, and there is a cycle of good and bad. , causal impermanence"

Duan Yilan knew that he must have something to say, so she didn't make any noise to disturb each other, she just stood aside and listened carefully.

"Jiuxiao Continent has become like this, and I have an inescapable responsibility. Now I only have a wisp of remnant soul, which will soon dissipate completely, and I can no longer make up for it. Changing the situation of Jiuxiao cannot be done overnight."

"The baptism of Liuying will take some time. You can stay here to practice. It is the first of its kind. Only those who have my blood can open it, and it can only be opened once in a lifetime. When you leave this space, the first of its kind will also be opened. will go away”

Duan Yilan knew that the raindrops were extraordinary when he came into contact with them before, but only now did he realize that those raindrops just now came from the water of the first river.

"Thank you, Senior Prophet!"

The Ancient Prophet waved his hand and said with a smile, "Liuying is the pioneer of Xianhe, who can get the greatest care from Xianhe, but the second person is not treated so well."

"You do what you can, quit if you can't hold on, but you only have one chance, after you quit, you can't re-enter"

Duan Yilan wanted to ask one or two more questions, but before he could ask, the moment his body lightened, he was lifted up by a soft force, and then fell towards the abyss under his feet.

I didn't pay much attention to it before, but when I looked down, I saw that the bottomless abyss had turned into a deep pool at some time, the holy light shone, and the whole abyss was filled with the water of the first river.

Duan Yilan was extremely happy, being able to cultivate in the water of the first river, at least one day is equivalent to several days in the outside world, the ancient prophet really gave himself a great opportunity.

Duan Yilan's idea was right. After entering the pool, pure energy rushed towards her along with the water. Even if she didn't take the initiative to absorb it, the energy would still penetrate into her flesh and blood.

And it was only at this moment that Duan Yilan understood what the ancient prophet told her to do according to her ability.

The energy of the water of the first river is indeed so pure that there is nothing to say, but the pressure in it is also so strong that it makes the scalp tingle.

Duan Yilan had to stop after only diving to two hundred feet. This position is already the limit of the pressure she can bear, and if she goes further down, she has no doubt that such strong pressure can directly blow herself into blood foam.

Duan Yilan sat cross-legged in the pool, absorbed the extremely pure energy around her, guided them to run along the meridians, and finally turned it into her own power and stored it in her dantian.

However, while absorbing these energies, she also had to exert great energy to resist the pressure.

The body seems to be clamped tightly by an invisible iron clamp. Duan Yilan can even hear the creaking sound from his bones. If he has the slightest effort, some of the relatively fragile bones will shatter and crack.

Threads of bright red blood drilled out from between its pores, dyeing a circle of light red around the pool where she was.

Duan Yilan frowned tightly as the severe pain hit her, and veins like earthworms climbed onto her exposed skin, shaking her original soft and handsome face a little scary.

Although the process is painful, it has to be said that the effect of this practice is immediate.

Under the tremendous pressure, every ounce of strength Duan Yilan stored in his dantian was extremely solid, and he no longer had any worries about his strength growing too fast and causing his cultivation to be vain.

And after her flesh, meridians, and bones withstood the high-voltage attack, they also gradually became stronger and stronger in the repair of pure energy.

More than a month later, all the distorted blue veins on Duan Yilan's face disappeared, and the ubiquitous squeezing pain still existed, but it no longer required her to exert all her strength to persist.

The strong pressure is gone, and staying here can no longer achieve the best cultivation effect, Duan Yilan exited from the cultivation state, lowered his head to look at the deeper pool, his face twitched for no reason.

Taking a deep breath, he dived deeper again.

Speaking of which, one month ago, after Qingluan saw Duan Yilan was thrown into the river by the ancient prophet to practice, she also hurriedly flapped her wings and looked eagerly at the old man with immortal spirit, hoping that he would not forget himself.

The ancient prophet stroked his long beard, and it took him a long time to call out "Qingluan"

Qingluan immediately raised her head and raised her chest, only waiting for the ancient prophet to speak, she immediately threw herself into the pool, but what she was waiting for was another sentence from the ancient prophet, "Except for the pioneer, only one person can enter the history"

After Qingluan heard this, he died immediately, and was just about to leave silently, but he heard from behind, "I have a close relationship with the Luanniao clan, and I have something left by your ancestors here."

Qingluan's eyes were about to burst into tears, today's ups and downs, his heart was so stimulated that he couldn't bear it, and before he could recover, a green light shot towards his eyes.

Qingluan took a look and found that what the ancient prophet gave him was actually a feather from the ancestor of the luanniao!

There are cyan runes all over the feathers, and there is still an ancient clear sound faintly swaying. This gift is too precious, and Qingluan is a little dazed for a while.

"You go to practice too. The power of my remnant soul is limited, and that's all I can do. What will become of Jiuxiao Continent in the future depends on you little fellows."

The words fell, and when Qingluan looked at each other again, the ancient prophet had disappeared. After bowing respectfully to the place where he stood before, Qingluan didn't delay any longer, and retreated outside the square. Went to the bamboo forest to refine the feathers.

Cultivation does not know how long the years are. When the three people in the ruins are moving forward, a year has passed in the blink of an eye.