Chapter 108: The Jiaochi tribe, right? Wait for me!
In the final stage of refining the two spiritual treasures, Xuyang tried to engrave golden seal characters on them according to the theory of the soul-dividing cave. As a result, he succeeded by following the instructions. The Hunyuan Mace was only engraved with one character representing "heavy" and could no longer withstand a second one.
The Fengling Mace was engraved with the characters 'Qian Kun', which represents space, and 'Feng', which was written in golden seal script. As soon as these golden seal scripts were engraved, the aura of the two spiritual treasures increased by several times.
Just the clumsy imitation like learning to walk in Handan has such an effect of turning decay into magic, which further strengthened Xuyang's idea of comprehending the golden seal script.
"It seems that when I can walk in the spirit world, I should meet Dong Tian as soon as possible and comprehend the original page of the Golden Palace Jade Book face to face."
A month later, Xuyang, who was sitting cross-legged, opened his eyes. After he had initially comprehended the Tongbao Jue, he also took the two new spiritual treasures into his body. From then on, he would use his innate elixir fire to refine the spiritual treasures day and night, and strive to achieve the level of human-vessel harmony before entering Kunwu Mountain, so that they would not be easily taken away by Yuansha.
At this time, Xuyang looked to the side not far away from him. Above a small white bone ruler that looked like jade but not jade and was refined by the three Bingfengs, four phantoms that looked like roaring spirit beasts appeared out of thin air. However, it was very difficult to condense the phantoms, and only their movements could be seen, but no roars were heard.
"Continue to use the Fengli Ice Flame to refine, don't relax!"
Xuyang smiled slightly, and a small Xutian Ding appeared out of thin air in front of him, emitting a long and thin colorful mist and injecting it into the white bone ruler. Under Bingfeng's delighted gaze, the shadows of four spirit beasts suddenly condensed into shape, and each began to emit a faint roar. Four different groups of spiritual light began to gather under the spirit beasts, and the white bone ruler also began to emanate an astonishing chill.
At this moment, Xuyang suddenly felt inexplicably uneasy in his heart, but it only lasted for a short while and then his mood calmed down again as if nothing had happened.
Xuyang was very surprised. While watching the small ruler taking shape, he began to recite the Soul-Solidifying Chapter silently. After a while, he found that there was nothing unusual with his soul. He thought to himself that he would be facing Yuansha soon, so it was normal to feel a little uneasy. Then he stopped paying attention to it.
But just when Xuyang felt a little uneasy, in a mysterious palace somewhere in the Thunder Continent of the Spirit Realm, on the highest floor wrapped in layers of terrifyingly evil restrictions, a large group of one-horned aliens, each emitting amazing spiritual pressure, surrounded the middle-aged beautiful woman, the white-robed old man, and a middle-aged man in front of them with awe. At this moment, all of them were looking at the emerald green stone platform in the center with gloomy faces.
On the stone platform that was shining with a mysterious emerald green color, there was a small snow-white and translucent bell floating. Just now, the small bell made a clear sound, and a circle of strange power of law spread out.
Originally on the stone platform, there were nine middle-aged monks wearing Nine Palaces and Eight Diagrams Taoist robes surrounding the snow-white bell. They closed their eyes and made hand gestures with their ten fingers like wheels, at the moment when this circle of law power spread out.
Eight of them groaned, and black blood suddenly flowed from all their orifices. The huge spiritual light on their bodies suddenly disappeared. Before they could even say a word, they were instantly backfired by the power of evolution, and died after their lifespans were exhausted.
The last abbot, who had strange little black and white horns on his head, had thick black hair that turned snow-white in an instant, and his face became dry and terrifying at the moment his eight colleagues died. He turned around and said something in a low voice to the three leaders of the group of people behind him, and then he became stiff and motionless, with no sign of life.
“In the spirit world, and also not in the spirit world!”
The three of them looked at each other solemnly. The middle-aged beautiful woman with green horns on her head gently held her chin with her bare hands, confusion flashed in her beautiful eyes, and she muttered to herself:
"In the spirit world! And not in the spirit world! What does this mean?"
The other old man, wearing a white robe and with a strange blue spot between his eyebrows, remained calm at this moment. He stretched out his hand to twitch his beard and spoke lightly without turning his head.
"Are there any useful Tianji masters in Tianyan Pavilion?"
A big man with golden horns on his head hurried forward and said respectfully: "Reporting to the Supreme! This is the last batch of Tianji warriors that can be used! There are two teams reserved, but according to the original plan of the tribe, they still have to prepare for the Guanghan Realm thousands of years later!"
The old man with green spots' eyes suddenly gleamed, and he fell silent.
At this time, the last of the three leaders, a white-faced, beardless man in a blue robe, smiled faintly: "Brother Shi Xin, Guanghan Realm is related to our clan's 100,000-year plan. No matter what, we must ensure that when Guanghan Realm is opened, there will be people who can smoothly calculate the coordinates of Guanghan Realm. The people of Tianji Pavilion cannot be buried here in vain!
Otherwise, each Guanghan Order can only carry more than ten people. If there is no advantage in numbers when Guanghan Realm opens next time, not only will the original 100,000-year plan come to an end, but all previous investments will be ruined. With this increase and decrease, the other major clans in Leiming Continent will reap a lot! It is not impossible for the offensive and defensive positions to change in the future!"
The beautiful middle-aged woman's eyes flickered as she retorted, "If the Xuantian Soul-Slaying Sword can be obtained by our clan, our clan will be able to directly become the overlord of the Thunder Continent. By then, we will own the entire continent, so what long-term plan would be needed?"
The man in blue robe frowned and a trace of anger flashed across his face. Just as he was about to speak, a noise came from behind. The three of them turned around in surprise.
"Greetings to the Great Elder Tianji!"
"Greetings to the Supreme Heavenly Heart!"
A tall old man with unusually long white beard and eyebrows, and a small horn on his head that was also pure white, with an extremely ordinary appearance and no spiritual energy fluctuations on his body, walked in slowly. However, all the one-horned aliens in the palace changed their expressions and saluted respectfully the moment they saw the old man. The three leaders who were arguing also changed their expressions and did not dare to neglect the courtesy of the juniors. The old man with green spots, who had been looking normal, even performed the courtesy of a half-teacher and hurriedly said with concern:
“Brother Tianxin! How did you get out of the burial ground? If you can’t suppress the fluctuations of your magic power, the ascension calamity will befall you immediately!”
The tall old man looked at the tragic scene on the stone platform expressionlessly. After a moment of silence, he laughed and said, "I have lived in the burial ground for 50,000 years. The power of the absolute soul in it is no longer useful to me, and I have to overcome the ascension tribulation.
Because I was hurt in the last catastrophe, my roots were also damaged. I don’t even have half a chance of passing the ascension catastrophe at this time. In order not to waste the hundreds of thousands of years of support from my tribe, I have decided to use this old body to personally perform the Nine Palaces Blood Sacrifice to calculate the whereabouts of the Xuantian Soul-Slaying Sword this time!"
"What!?"
“Brother, you can’t do that! Once the Nine Palaces Blood Sacrifice is performed, the backlash of the law will kill even those in the Tribulation Crossing Stage! Is it worth it for an uncertain Xuantian object?”
The three of them were horrified and tried to dissuade him, and the old man with green spots became so impatient that he shouted out loud.
"A half-crippled old body in exchange for a slight chance of obtaining the third Xuantian object. It's worth it! What's more, Great Elder Tianchi has already agreed!" Loneliness, nostalgia, and calmness flashed alternately in the tall old man's eyes. After a moment, he stepped onto the stone platform, sat down cross-legged, and spoke lightly.
In Lingmiao Garden in the human world, Bingfeng, after refining the Four Symbols Ruler, had already left for the Ice Sea, preparing for the advancement to the Spiritual Transformation Stage that could have been achieved ten thousand years ago. They agreed to meet at Bingyuan Island ten years later.
Xuyang sent Dayan and Linglong to the Xutian Ding, and the two of them comprehended and modified the Dayan Jue so that it could allow the bodies of spiritual beasts to practice.
As for Xuyang himself, he began to continuously offer sacrifices to and refine new spiritual treasures, and from time to time he would take out one or two spiritual eyes that he had looted from Tiannan and refine their true blood.
Three days later, Xuyang, who was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, suddenly felt a palpitation in his heart. He suddenly opened his eyes and looked around, looking as if he was facing a formidable enemy.
"What's going on! This is the second time this has happened! It's much more severe than the last time! Why?"
After a moment, Xuyang's eyes flashed, and he suddenly remembered something. He probed his spiritual sense into the Xutian Ding, and saw Dayan and Yinlang chatting in a corner of the cauldron. He quickly passed them by.
The divine consciousness came to an independent forbidden magic circle in the Xutian Ding. Under the rays of sunlight, there was a black jade box covered with layers of forbidden talismans. The spiritual light of the talismans on the surface was flickering continuously.
"really."
Xuyang waited there with a solemn expression for a while. The throbbing feeling became stronger and stronger. At this moment, the gray boundary wall above Lingmiao Garden suddenly rippled like water waves according to a mysterious law, but strangely, there was no spatial fluctuation.
The water waves gradually turned, and a three-foot-wide illusory misty light curtain slowly unfolded, gradually becoming clearer like a mirage, and a white figure could be vaguely seen swaying behind it.
Xuyang was startled, his mind raced, remembering that he was in the human world, he grinned fiercely, and with a thunderclap, his body grew wildly, and a nearly 100-foot-long five-clawed dragon appeared, raising its head and letting out an indescribable roar, it continued to use its huge magic, and it seemed that the Lingmiao Garden could no longer accommodate it.
Oh~~!
At this time, the light curtain in the water waves became clearer. Although the figure's face could not be seen clearly, the conspicuous white horn on its head was clearly visible!
The upper world! Aliens! Unicorns! Who else dares to plot against Xuantian!
The five-clawed dragon flicked its whiskers, and the black horns of its ferocious dragon head pierced the sky. Its mouth opened and closed, and it roared in the ancient barbaric language taught by Dongtian!
"The Horned Chi Tribe!!!"
At the same time, in the palace of Thunder Continent, the white-browed old man holding a small milky white bell had eyes full of a strange amber color. At this moment, his eyes, like an amber mirror, also reflected the scene of Xuyang looking up and roaring. His pupils shrank immediately, and he muttered to himself: "True Dragon Clan! God does not bless me, Jiao Chi! I regret it!"
After saying this, the old man with white eyebrows turned into ashes in a strange fluctuation of laws.
Leaving behind a group of Jiaochi tribe leaders looking at each other in bewilderment.
The beautiful middle-aged woman's lips trembled and she murmured in disbelief.
"The Xuantian Soul-Slaying Sword has been obtained by the True Dragon Clan! It turned out to be the companion spiritual treasure of a young dragon! What should we do now!"
Here it comes! Here it comes!
(End of this chapter)
