First Immortal of the Sword Chapter 466: Jianwei Jing Heijiao
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In a beautifully furnished palace.
A group of beautiful maids held a jade plate and presented a series of delicious delicacies.
Big crabs as big as washbasins, plump and snow-white fish, prawns with thick arms…
In addition, there are also some dishes such as oysters, scallops, and scallops.
Ying Que first accompanied Su Yi and others for a banquet. During the conversation, he also learned the identities of Su Yi and others.
When he learned that Su Yi was from Dazhou, Ying Que was stunned for a while, as if he couldn’t believe it.
“I heard that the place where Da Zhou is located is the southern border of Cangqing Continent. Thirty thousand years ago, the first Buddhist holy place in the world, the Prajna Chan Court, was entrenched in that territory. In the court, it is said that there is a real dragon enshrined in it, and it has a very strong background.”
Ying Que laughed out loud.
He is dressed in a long robe, with frosted white temples, and a strange appearance. When his breath is subdued, he does not see a trace of the ferocity that belongs to the spirit-transforming realm demon. good.
“This Buddhist faction does have a real dragon. I went to its ruins and got a drop of real dragon blood, so I dared to predict that this is true.”
Su Yi said casually, he was dealing with a crab the size of a basin. The crab paste was as white as snow, fragrant and refreshing, and very fresh.
Ying Que’s heart was shocked, and a rare frenzy flashed in his eyes, “Fellow Daoist Su, are the ruins still there?”
He is a black dragon, and the existence of a true dragon in his heart is like the ultimate goal that can be found on the road of cultivation, comparable to a god!
“That place has long since become ruins. Even if you go looking for it, you will definitely return empty-handed. What’s more, a black flood dragon like you, in the genus of flood dragons, although the bloodline talent is first-class, but he wants to It is almost impossible to truly transform into a real dragon.”
As soon as Su Yi said these words, it was like pouring a basin of cold water, which completely extinguished the heat in Ying Que’s heart.
He sighed and sighed with emotion: “The road is difficult, of course, since my generation is determined to be here, we should be brave enough to go up.”
After a pause, Ying Que said with a smile: “Besides, fellow Daoist Su didn’t say anything to death, proving that although this road to becoming a dragon is almost impossible, there must be a glimmer of hope.”
Su Yi nodded and said nothing.
It is far more difficult for a dragon to become a real dragon than for a monk to set foot in the imperial realm.
I don’t know how many amazing Flood Dragons have hit this road from ancient times to the present. Those who may succeed, almost all only exist in ethereal legends, and even the true and false cannot be confirmed.
Under such circumstances, if he tells the truth, Ying Que is afraid that he will not be able to withstand such a blow.
Sometimes it’s a good thing to be ignorant and fearless, at least you won’t feel the real despair when you’re searching for the ropeway…
Three rounds of wine and five flavors of food.
Only then did Ying Que get up and leave the hall with Su Yi.
This shows how wise Ying Que’s way of life is. Even if he is anxious to ask Su Yi to help, he is patient. First of all, he invites Su Yi and others to have a dinner, which can not only improve the relationship, but also appear polite and considerate.
Ying Que’s move did win Su Yi a little favor.
“Father, I brought an expert to help you!”
In a dark and depressing palace covered with heavy bans, as soon as Ying Quefu entered, he fell to his knees, looking excited and sad.
The so-called help is to free his father from “begging to die”, which is the real death.
This corresponds to Que, which is naturally a mix of flavors.
Su Yi raised his eyes
Looking at it, I saw in the depths of the hall, a dying black dragon, more than ten feet long, with a body like a small hill lying on the ground, covered with black scales the size of a fan.
What is shocking is that a sword is inserted above the head of this black flood dragon, and the wounds are dry with blood.
And in the middle of the dragon’s body, the flesh and blood were blurred, and after it was obviously broken, the wound was sutured.
Undoubtedly, that sword was left by the sword cultivator back then.
And its broken body was severed by the robbery of the dragon!
A wisp of obscure and strange forbidden aura lingered on Hei Jiao’s body, allowing Su Yi to judge in an instant that it was the power of the forbidden aura of the dark ancient times!
As if hearing Ying Que’s voice, Hei Jiao’s closed eyes opened, dim, full of pain, confusion, tyranny, chaos, and obviously no consciousness.
Immediately, Hei Jiao seemed to be excited, and hysterically roared from his lips:
“Liu Qianxing, this seat is going to kill you! Kill you!!!”
Sound shook the hall, revealing incomparable hatred.
Seeing that the black flood dragon was struggling to rush over, Ying Que took out a formation plate from his sleeve robe and turned it around abruptly.
Boom!
The restraining force covering the surrounding of the main hall emerged, like a chain of chains, firmly suppressing the black flood dragon.
“Who is Liu Qianxing?”
Su Yi asked.
Ying Que showed pain and resentment, and said: “This person is the sword cultivator who took the opportunity to sneak attack when my father crossed the calamity of the dragon. This person is an elder of the Tianshu Sword Sect, but , he was killed as early as when he attacked my father.”
Su Yi suddenly realized that, no wonder this black Jiao hated Liu Qianxing so much.
He asked, “If I start to destroy the ban on the dark ancient times, your father is afraid that he will not be able to survive the tea time, and he will die suddenly, can you be prepared?”
Ying Que bowed and saluted, “I have been waiting for thousands of years for this day
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, I also ask fellow Daoists to help my father out of his difficulties! “
Su Yi nodded.
Chong!
The Xuanwu Sword fell into Su Yi’s palm, and the ethereal sword body braked like the night sky, showing a circle of rippling edges, and vaguely, there seemed to be a phantom of a peerless fierce bird flying across the sword body.
“What a spirit sword!”
Ying Que was shocked, seeing the extraordinaryness of Xuanwu Sword, and even the looming phantom of the ferocious beast on the sword’s body made him feel a dangerous aura.
What kind of ferocious soul is this, the breath is so fierce and terrifying?
Without waiting for Ying Que to understand, his body suddenly froze, his skin tingling, and his mental image was severely suppressed by a supreme sword power. He was so shocked that his soul almost came out,
What a power! ?
With the spiritual transformation he has suppressed for nearly a thousand years, he is enough to look down on today’s Great Xia, but at this moment, he is like a tiny ant, fearless and helpless!
Almost at the same time, on Xuanwu’s sword, the Swallowing Edict pattern glowed, and a bright and clean glow appeared from the sword.
But even more terrifying is a wisp of aura lingering on the edge of the sword.
The breath is like a prison, obscure and mysterious, but it has a terrifying power that overwhelms the ages and dominates the heavens.
It was this breath that made Ying Que beside him feel terrified and terrified.
Shhh!
Su Yi slashed with one sword.
Like an antelope with its horns hanging on its horns, a wisp of invisible sword energy slashed down, and the black flood dragon let out a helpless roar, trembling, and didn’t dare to struggle or resist at all.
But this sword is not aimed at Hei Jiao.
Shout!
A burst of small bursts resounded, and the forbidden power of the dark ancients lingering around the body of the black flood dragon, like a rope that was cut off, collapsed inch by inch, and in the blink of an eye, it disappeared.
Almost at the same time, Ying Que, who was in a state of fear as if his mind was suppressed, only felt relieved, and the feeling of hopelessness and helplessness disappeared.
However, as if he had escaped from the dead, his back was shivering with chills, his face changed completely, and he looked at Su Yi with deep awe.
At this point, Ying Que was completely convinced that Su Yi’s words that were full of contempt on the bank of the Broken Dragon Cliff just now, treating him like a prey to be slaughtered, were not false.
This inescapable young man really has the power to kill him!
Thinking of this, Ying Que is even more fortunate that he didn’t act rashly before, otherwise, the consequences would be no different from courting death.
At this time, the black scorpion lying on the ground deep in the hall also quieted down a little, and the pair of gloomy eyes quietly glowed with a clear color, as if he had recovered some sanity from the endless darkness .
Chong!
Seeing this scene, Su Yi put away the Xuanwu sword, turned and walked out of the hall, “Your father’s time is running out, you can have a good chat with him.”
“Thank you, fellow Daoist!”
Ying Que bowed deeply, and his attitude has changed dramatically.
Before, he was still self-confident about his identity and moral conduct. Although he was jealous of Su Yi, his attitude was modest and thoughtful, but it was also because of what he wanted from Su Yi.
Now, having seen Su Yi’s methods, Ying Que has been completely shocked by the power that Su Yi has mastered, and he no longer dares to be disrespectful.
After all, that was the power of the Dark Ancient Forbidden, so he was helpless to exist in such a spiritual realm, and he could only watch his father in the torment of “life is better than death” for countless years.
Under the hands of Su Yi, the power of the Dark Ancient Forbidden was swept away with a single sword!
How can Ying Que not be alarmed or disrespectful?
“My son, is that you?”
A weak, hoarse voice resounded in the depths of this dark and oppressive hall.
Ying Que’s heart was shocked, his eyes were red with excitement, he hurried forward, knelt down and kowtowed: “Father, you are finally awake!”
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Call~
Out of the hall, Su Yi let out a long breath.
It is very simple to break the ban of dark ancients, just cut it with the breath of the Nine Prisons Sword.
However, borrowing the breath of the Nine Prisons Sword consumes a lot of the power of one’s own soul, and even after a long time, it will also cause the soul to suffer backlash and trauma.
“My current divine soul power is many times stronger than when I killed Old Demon Lihuo and others in the Chaos Spirit Sea, but even so ~IndoMTL.com~ when I used the aura of the Nine Prisons Sword, At most, it can only support half an hour…”
“For more than half a quarter of an hour, if you forcibly borrow it again, the soul will be severely damaged…”
Thinking of this, Su Yi frowned with a hint of helplessness.
This is just an aura that belongs to the Nine Prisons Sword. I don’t know how long it will take to really use the Nine Prisons Sword.
In his previous life, he was known as the emperor of the Great Wilderness Kyushu, and although he was able to use the Nine Prisons Sword, he could only last for a quarter of an hour.
However, Su Yi has already figured it out. In the future, as long as he can penetrate the secrets of the Nine Prisons Sword, no matter how high his cultivation level is, he can easily control this sword!
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