Shen Lian had already arrived outside the Emperor Qiu. He was not arrogant and continued to stay in the Emperor's Qiu.
After all, Shen Lian injured the high priest. Just now King Xia's angry dragon punch, even though he defused most of it, still caused his body to suffer hidden injuries.
King Xia's Dragon Fist is actually the ultimate killing move of the body-refining monks. A heavy hammer-like Dragon Fist, when it comes into contact with Shen Lian, the force of the fist invades Shen Lian's body, destroying his smallest blood vessels and meridians. If it were anyone else, there would probably be only a piece of skin left, and the internal organs inside would have turned into bloody mud.
It's been a long time since Shen Lian felt depressed, and this time King Xia really taught him a lesson.
To this day, King Xia's dragon fist still has residual fist power in Shen Lian's body, but it has been suppressed by his tyrannical soul.
But if it is said that King Xia took advantage, it is not the case. The sword intentions of Abi and Yuantu are not so easy to eliminate. Presumably in the dead of night, King Xia, a cultivator who focuses on the physical body, can better understand the meaning of Cone. Heart-piercing pain. In fact, what Shen Lian didn't know was that King Xia had already tried the killing sword before meeting Shen Lian.
The location where Shen Lian was now was in a dark forest. He was leaning against the trunk of a big tree, with Pegasus beside him, chewing leaves, actually relieving the fright he had received before.
Suddenly the Pegasus stopped eating leaves and took a few steps back towards Shen Lian.
A thick black leg was exposed in front, with a terrifying aura, and a stagnant pressure suddenly surged out, approaching Ying Long's level.
The owner of the small black legs must also be a mythical beast comparable to a dragon and a phoenix, so that the Pegasus with dragon blood can be so frightened.
Shen Lian calmly stared at everything in front of him, and the owner of the lower legs finally revealed his full face. It was a black-colored unicorn with soft and shiny hair.
And on the back of the black unicorn, there is actually a man wearing linen clothes sitting, wearing cloud shoes with a few cold stars on them, wearing a cyan headband, and long black and white hair.
From Shen Lian's perspective, he could only see the side profile of the man in linen clothes. He was cold and arrogant, like a work of art carved from rock.
The man riding Mo Qilin seemed not to notice Tianma and Shen Lian, and continued walking forward.
Shen Lian's heart moved, "Fellow Taoist, please stay."
The man in sackcloth wearing a headband seemed to have heard Shen Lian's words, like clouds of smoke gathering and dispersing, suddenly a huge unicorn head appeared in front of Shen Lian, and its breath was so hot that it almost sprayed on Shen Lian's face.
Fortunately, Pegasus had already been tested by the black dragon, and this time he was not frightened and became paralyzed, but remained standing upright. It encouraged itself with its ambition to become Pegasus King, and it must not fall down here.
"I am a poor Taoist, I am about to go to Dao Diqiu. I don't know why you asked me to stay?" The man in linen looks cold, but his words are very kind. Although his hair is a bit white, he actually looks like he is only about thirty. In the prime of life.
Shen Lian smiled slightly and said, "Friend Taoist, why are you going to Diqiu? I happened to be coming out of Diqiu."
"Oh, it turns out that fellow Taoist came from Diqiu. I saw that you had a calm temperament before. I thought you were a fellow Taoist from a famous mountain somewhere. I wanted to disturb you, but after taking a closer look, I saw that you seemed to be unwell. In today's world, Confusion gradually arose, and the poor Taoist did not dare to approach you. He was afraid of causing you to misunderstand, so he turned a blind eye. Unexpectedly, my Taoist friend took the initiative to call me. "
There is a raised flesh mark on Wen Zhong's forehead, which is really like a closed eye, but his words are very contagious, making people feel like a spring breeze, and it is difficult to be wary.
Regardless of whether he was really sincere or pretending, just by looking at his mount Mo Qilin, he knew that Wen Zhong's origins were extraordinary.
Moreover, Shen Lian also knew that in a mythological novel he had read before, there was a very charismatic villain named Wen Zhong, who was the Grand Master of the Yin Shang Dynasty.
A clear context gradually emerged in Shen Lian's mind. This world may be related to the earth's mythology and history, but it is by no means exactly the same as the historical and mythological records he had seen in the past. Some things can only be used as reference, and Not theorem.
Just like the king of Xia, his name is Si Qi, not the tyrant Jie Sigui.
Si Qi had read the myths and history according to Shen Lian, so he should be Si Wenming's son, not a descendant of who knows how many generations.
But Xia Wang Siqi's temperament was like the scorching sun, which no one could ignore, just like the legendary tyrant Xia Jie who compared himself to the sun.
Shen Lian smiled softly and said: "My fellow Taoist has such a keen eye, it can be seen that the techniques are also extraordinary. No wonder he can subdue a primitive alien species like Mo Qilin."
Wen Zhong showed a trace of shyness and said: "Fellow Taoist, you are ridiculous. I didn't subdue it, but my master gave it to me after I accomplished my art. He saw that I still lacked a substitute beast."
"Just listening to Taoist friend's description, it shows that the master must be a person with great power. If there is a chance, I would like to pay a visit." Shen Lianyan said with a smile.
But he was thinking in his heart that if he could give away treasures like Mo Qilin to others at will, Wen Zhong's mentor might be a person with great supernatural powers, even if he was not the legendary Golden Spirit Mother.
Shen Lian increasingly felt like he was at the intersection of myth and history, as if he was not crossing two different worlds, but a chasm in time.
If it is true that time flows against the flow, for Shen Lian, this is a thousand times better than re-entering reincarnation, because the Taoist masters and Buddhas all jumped out of time and sought enlightenment in another way.
To jump out of the long river of time that exists in the Three Realms and Six Paths, you must have the experience of going upstream and downstream. Only then can you condense the past, future and present into a single point and become a special life form, thereby jumping out of the long river of time.
But what details are there? Shen Lian hasn't verified it to that point, so he naturally won't understand.
Wen Zhong sighed and said, "Pindao also wants to see his mentor again. Unfortunately, my master's magical power is so powerful that she has always been the only one to take the initiative to see Pindao. It is extremely difficult for Pindao to take the initiative to see his mentor."
Shen Lian suddenly said seriously: "It turns out that when I heard that my fellow Taoist took the initiative to meet his apprentice, he was following the teachings of his master. No wonder, no wonder."
Shen Lian said "no wonder" twice in a row, with a serious expression. Wen Zhong was stunned for a moment, and then he suddenly reacted and said: "Okay, fellow Taoist is teasing me. It turns out that you have already met the poor Taoist disciple Zi Zhao. I understand." Pindao’s identity.”
"I have admired the name of my Taoist friend for a long time. I just teased you a little bit. I hope you don't take it to heart." Shen Lian said with a smile. He has a sincere attitude and a humble temperament.
Wen Zhong didn't feel upset at all, and now he couldn't even get angry.
He just smiled and said: "Since there is such a reason, I dare to ask fellow Taoists not to worry about it. Taking this elixir will cure your injuries."
While talking, Wen Zhong took out a black pill.