"My name is Qu Wu, from the Kailing lineage. The sound of snakes crying in this canyon kept ringing. Many disciples were attracted here... It's strange to say that I have never heard of a White Snake Palace here in the past. ." The disciple who called himself Qu Wu led Ning Xiaoling deeper into the palace while using his spiritual power to treat the wounds.
Ning Xiaoling held an inconspicuous broken knife and carried a bulging cloth bag. She walked beside him and listened to what he said, nodding lightly.
She had never heard Mr. Ling talk about the White Snake Temple or anything like that.
But not only does this temple exist, it is also very large, as big as the Medicine King Palace.
There was no light in the temple, it was dark. Ning Xiaoling opened her sword eyes and found that the walls on both sides of the road leading to the depths of the temple were covered with scratches of scales.
In the walls, there are murals and huge troughs. In the stone troughs, there are figures of women entwined with feathered snakes. The figures are indifferent to men and women, with a strange and holy beauty, and there are many other entrances on both sides. , the end is so deep that you can’t see the bottom at a glance.
Ning Xiaoling glanced at those places.
Qu Wu said: "We had already explored this place before Minglang came."
Ning Xiaoling asked: "Then what is this place?"
Qu Wu replied: "We speculate that the water in the underground Yellow Spring has risen and the Netherworld Qi is sufficient. The Naihe Bridge has changed, so it should have led to the other end of the valley, but instead connected to the Netherworld."
Ning Xiaoling was slightly shocked: "Can I still go back like this?"
Qu Wudao: "We tried it. We can go back by turning back from Naihe Bridge."
Ning Xiaoling felt a little relieved.
The deeper into the hall, the stronger the smell of blood became.
Ning Xiaoling looked at the almost black blood on the ground, her expression slightly condensed.
Qu Wu's injury was temporarily suppressed. He wiped the blood from his forehead and said, "I originally thought these feathered snakes were just legends, but I didn't expect them to actually exist in the world. Fortunately, the feathered snake had just recovered and was still relatively weak. , otherwise we might all die here..."
"The legend of the feathered serpent?" Ning Xiaoling had seen the feathered serpent. When Mrs. Bai made a desperate move and used the red moon to smash into the underworld to cook herself, she turned into a white-bone feathered serpent. The terrifying beauty of walking through the night made her Unforgettable to this day.
Qu Wu asked doubtfully: "Haven't you heard of it?"
Ning Xiaoling shook his head and said: "I am a disciple from Yujian Tianzong. I have only been here for half a year, and many things are still unclear."
Qu Wu nodded and said: "I see... It is said that Lord Ming's body is a feathered snake, but with black scales and white feathers. After Ming's death, the yin and yang were reversed, and his scales turned into countless young feathered snakes. Most of them They all died in the boiling yellow spring water, and those who survived were all white-scaled and black-feathered bodies. They were scattered in every corner of the world, symbolizing revenge. Our husband told us that Master Mingjun will come back one day... "
Ning Xiaoling hummed, and the beautiful appearance of the feathered snake naturally appeared in her mind.
She originally thought it was just her random imagination, but she never expected that it would soon come true.
Deep in the hall, the fire was burning.
A huge feathered snake with snow-white scales is entangled in the center. The scales covering its body are rugged and hard. Its snake eyes glow with a faint golden color, and the bright red letters under its kiss scales are swallowed. Its back is as black as the feathers of eternal night. Scarlet blood dripped, covering its body softly and tiredly.
It kept tumbling, causing the wall behind it to collapse. Above it, a man in white was flying at high speed with a sword, slashing at the feathered snake with sword energy.
The feathered snake was also surrounded by four or five practitioners, all of whom were attracted by the howl of the white snake.
"Come back so soon?" someone asked in surprise.
"Well, I happened to meet this junior sister." Qu Wu replied.
The disciple asked while restraining his spirit and slashing the sword, trying to destroy the feathered snake's scales: "Junior sister, you came just in time, go attack its tail, be careful, and follow the lead of senior brother Minglang!"
Ning Xiaoling looked at the feathered snake, her heart palpitating, and she asked: "Why do you want to kill it? Isn't the feathered snake the god of our sect?"
The disciple explained: "This is the snake that the master suppressed in the White Snake God Valley. It is a betrayer... and now it has somehow escaped..."
Ning Xiaoling said: "Why don't you inform your uncle and the others..."
After saying this, she immediately realized that these disciples should have more or less spiritual treasures on their bodies. They were reluctant to leave with the brocade bag, because using the brocade bag was equivalent to giving up, and the spiritual treasures could not be counted.
"Stop talking nonsense! Those who believe in senior brother, let's kill it together... Qu Wu, you are too seriously injured, rest aside first." The senior brother said quickly: "This snake is also strange. It felt sick before. He was about to die, and suddenly he went crazy again..."
Qu Wu nodded. He covered his chest and sat on the ground with a pale face. The broken sword was thrown aside. He had been accidentally blown off by the feathered snake's wings and hit the ground. Now he is still vomiting blood.
The brothers and sisters were all fighting hard, but deep down in her heart, Ning Xiaoling was unwilling to hurt the snake. She was forced to rush forward aggressively, slashing with her sword and using Yu indiscriminately.
The senior brother glanced at her and asked curiously: "By the way, junior sister, what is that big bag on your back?"
Ning Xiaoling said quickly: "Oh, these are spiritual fruits. I picked more. I'm hungry..."
The senior brother nodded. He looked at the other party's weak sword energy and guessed that the other party's level must be low, so he kindly warned: "By the way, junior sister, kill this feathered snake later. You have to be careful when you go out. Someone about your age seems to be named Ning Xiaoling. It is said that she has robbed many disciples of their treasures and her methods are very cruel. You should be careful."
"..." Ning Xiaoling was silent for a moment and said, "Thank you, senior brother, for reminding me. I will pay attention to it."
They circled and chopped around the feathered snake. Although many white abdominal scales were smashed or peeled off from time to time, the damage to the feathered snake was limited after all. The real main battlefield was above.
Minglang is like a real feathered snake. He changes his figure dexterously in the air. The Lingxu Takong of the Purple Court Realm makes his attacks in a small area seem to flicker.
The feathered serpent had been scarred by the long-term siege, and its vibrating wings could no longer support its huge body.
Under the pressure of everyone, the ancient creature that was once so ferocious but now only half-stepped the Purple Garden shook its spindle-shaped head, opened its bloody mouth and roared in pain. It hit the wall of the temple, instinctively The ground wanted to escape, but the walls of the temple were too thick, so it broke a lot of its own scales.
Minglang did not have a head-on confrontation. Although his realm was higher than this feathered snake, the realm of ancient creatures cannot be measured in a popular sense. In the initial battle, he also suffered a lot.
If this stupid feathered snake hadn't swallowed the number one exotic treasure into its belly and escaped, he would not have chosen to face the enemy head-on.
Along the way, he probably found four spiritual treasures.
Although these four spiritual treasures are not ordinary, they are dispensable to him. He has promised that when he gets the number one rare treasure, he will distribute these four spiritual treasures to The others took it as payment for helping lead the feathered snake.
In the melee, Ning Xiaoling's eyes were always looking at the feathered snake.
She found that something was wrong with this feathered serpent. Its fighting had no logic, and all its attacks were based on the most primitive instincts. This was not consistent with the legendary feathered serpent race that is highly intelligent...
Could it be that the suppression has been too long and now this feathered serpent has become a walking corpse
Just as she was thinking this, thunder exploded in the sky, and the sword light that suddenly appeared was like a purple electric current, falling down.
On the walls on both sides, overflowing electric threads climbed up like spider webs, sputtering out a large amount of dust.
The sword energy fell from the sky.
That's Minglang's sword.
He had been accumulating power in the air for a long time. When the feathered serpent was going crazy, he avoided its sharp edge. Now that the feathered serpent showed weakness again, his sword fell down without hesitation.
Several streams of air followed the purple thunder and lightning, and the edge of the thunder and lightning was faintly tinged with dark black.
Minglang's sword cut into the white snake's scales, and a series of purple and red sparks burst out. His body stepped on the snake's body, pressing it down and falling. The white snake opened its bloody mouth and wanted to flap its wings. Shoot off this parasite clinging to the seven inches.
But the other disciples also rushed forward. They also no longer concealed their strength, and used all kinds of methods. The steel hit the feathered snake that had just broken the seal, and the snake feathers and broken scales were splashing in the screams. .
Minglang stuck the sword into its body.
Strength is imbued into the arms.
With a scoff, the sword sank into the snake's flesh.
The white snake's screams were heartbreaking.
The temple trembled, and the snake's mournful whistle turned into a strong wind.
Ning Xiaoling's figure was repelled by the swish of the snake's tail.
And above, Minglang had stabbed the feathered snake with his sword, dragging it sideways, directly disemboweling the feathered snake.
This creature belonging to the descendants of Hades collapsed like this.
The figure in the bright corridor fell to the ground.
He looked at the sword in his hand and then at the huge corpse on the ground, feeling a sense of unreality.
This feathered snake is not very powerful. If Uncle Master and the others came, they would have killed it long ago. Why did it choose to suppress it in the White Snake Valley
Perhaps it has been so long ago that the masters and uncles have forgotten this matter.
After pondering for a while, he took out his sword, tempered the sharp sword energy, cut open the feathered snake's abdomen, and took out the number one spiritual treasure - the Soul-Calling Banner.
This soul-calling flag is completely different from the ones used by the swindlers in the world.
As long as it is waving, it can attract all the evil spirits within hundreds of miles and make them obey its instructions. When the flags are danced at night, the wind is moving and the scene is spectacular.
Minglang used his sword and fire to burn away the disgusting mucus that came out of the bellies of the feathered serpents on the soul-calling flags.
He looked at the brand new summoning flag and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Congratulations to Senior Brother Minlang." The other disciples also congratulated one after another.
In the Linggu Competition here, the leader is destined to be Minglang.
No one noticed that Ning Xiaoling kept staring at the soul-calling flag, and even secretly swallowed.
But Ning Xiaoling is also self-aware. If she has the strength to live a long life and become an enemy of Minglang, it is equivalent to giving up the spiritual treasures she has accumulated like a little squirrel.
Of course, if the disciples who were robbed by her heard it, they would definitely ask angrily at the cute name of little squirrel.
Minglang turned around and said, "You all have contributed a lot to this hunt. This is the spiritual treasure promised to you."
He distributed the four spiritual treasures to the four disciples.
The disciples thanked him.
Killing the feathered snake this time should be considered a great achievement.
Minglang looked at Ning Xiaoling and said slightly apologetically: "I only found four. I will go out later and I will find another one for you."
The other disciples were very impressed by the "only" he said. After all, the most found in history was only five. But Ning Xiaoling didn't feel any violation. She even waved her hand and comforted: "It's still midnight, senior brother should be able to find more."
"..." Everyone looked at Ning Xiaoling, thinking that this little girl was really just starting out, and she was too ignorant.
Only then did Ning Xiaoling realize that something was wrong, and she immediately tied some bags tightly.
This cloth bag has the function of isolating spiritual energy. The elders designed such a bag to prevent the disciples from fighting for no reason as much as possible. After all, looting is much easier than searching.
Qu Wu, who was sitting aside, also received a spiritual treasure. He said, "I didn't do much, but I got one. I deserve it."
Ming Lang said: "You were injured the most, so you should take it."
Qu Wu smiled. He suddenly looked at Ning Xiaoling, looked at the broken knife in her hand, and said with interest: "Junior sister, can you show me this knife in your hand?"
Ning Xiaoling said: "I won't give it."
Qu Wu smiled helplessly: "Junior sister is too stingy."
Ning Xiaoling hummed a little, this was her rarest weapon now.
Ning Xiaoling looked at the broken sword in his hand and felt familiar for no reason. She asked, "Can you show me your broken sword?"
Qu Wu was very generous: "Of course."
Ning Xiaoling took the broken sword and looked at it for a while. She touched the gap with her fingers and let out a light sigh.
Minglang turned around and looked at the feathered snake, thinking about how to deal with the feathered snake's body.
Ning Xiaoling's pupils shrank... This gap seemed to fit right in with the broken sword he picked up!
White Snake Valley… White Snake God Valley…
She recalled the battle that she had almost forgotten.
There was a battle in the White Snake Valley at that time. Although the traces of the battle were still there, the people disappeared without a trace, leaving only a fragment of a broken sword.
"Junior Brother Quwu, is this the first time you have seen this feathered snake?" Ning Xiaoling asked pretending to be calm.
Qu Wu nodded and said: "Of course, I am later than the two senior brothers."
Ning Xiaoling let out a soft oh, and a terrible thought came to her mind.
She slowly raised her head, hesitated for a moment, and then asked: "Senior brother, can you show me your bag of tips?"
Qu Wu narrowed his eyes slightly: "A bag of tips? Why do you ask this?"
"I just..." Ning Xiaoling was still organizing her words, but suddenly, her expression changed drastically.
"Be careful!" Ning Xiaoling exclaimed loudly.
It's too late.
There was another scoff.
Ming Lang lowered his head and saw a sword thrust out of his chest.
It was a white bone sword.
Qu Wu was standing behind him.
The bone sword slipped out of his sleeve.