he Lord of Great Dreams

Chapter 463: Ninth Prince

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Shen Luo first used the art of communicating with spirits and summoning Lang Sheng to protect him. Then he sat cross-legged outside the magic circle and took out the Qiankun bag and placed it in the center of the magic circle.

He made hand gestures to activate the magic circle, and a black light rose from the magic circle, slowly lifting up the Qiankun bag, and even more black light merged into the bag.

A black light flickered around the Qiankun bag, and a hazy black figure slowly appeared, which was the image of the general ghost.

"Thank you for your help, sir." Shen Luo smiled slightly, stood up and walked into the magic circle, sat down under the Qiankun bag, and the shadow of the general ghost just covered him.

He slowly practiced the secret technique of using ghosts to nourish the spirit, and faint light shone through the ghost's shadow and gathered towards his brows.

Shen Luo frowned slightly, a trace of pain showing on his face, but he forced himself to endure it, using his nameless martial arts to try again to break through the bottleneck of the Soul Condensation Stage.

In the blink of an eye, several months passed.

The New Year has passed, but the weather here in the Yellow River is still getting colder day by day, and it even snowed heavily today.

Snowflakes were dancing on the vast river surface, and the sky and the earth seemed so blurry that it was almost impossible to tell where the river was and where the sky was.

Such weather is not suitable for shipping and fishing, so there is no ship or fishing boat on the river.

However, this kind of beautiful scenery is just right for scholars and nobles who don't worry about their livelihood to enjoy the snow and view the scenery.

I saw a three-story pleasure boat that was about twenty to thirty feet long and sailing slowly in the Yellow River. A bright yellow flag was fluttering on it, with dragons and phoenixes embroidered on it. It was obvious that there were royal family members on the boat.

Waves of stringed and orchestral music, sounds of singing and dancing could be heard from inside, and occasionally someone would recite a poem aloud, enjoying the snow.

At this moment, the surface of the river hundreds of feet in front of the pleasure boat suddenly rolled violently, and a huge whirlpool emerged, with countless small whirlpools appearing alternately around it, causing strong winds to blow nearby.

At the same time, the spiritual energy of the world on the river surface became violently chaotic and gathered towards a huge whirlpool. Gusts of wind also blew up in the sky, forming a larger vortex of air flow, emitting a long, thunderous sound.

The sails of the pleasure boat were also affected by the strong wind and shook violently. Several flags on the boat were directly broken by the strong wind and blown into the sky.

"What's going on!" The singing and dancing on the ship stopped abruptly, and a group of people rushed out of the cabin in a panic.

The leader was a young man wearing a bright yellow robe, a golden crown on his head, and holding a folding fan. He looked to be in his twenties, with starry eyes, beautiful eyebrows, a full forehead, and a purple light faintly visible between his eyebrows, giving people an extremely noble feeling.

There was another person standing next to the young man with the golden crown. She was a girl wearing a bright yellow long skirt and a phoenix crown on her head. She was none other than the girl named Li whom Shen Luo had met twice in the Wanqiu City Market and the Xuanyuan Pavilion Auction.

There were more than a dozen people standing behind the two of them. They were all young men and women in brocade clothes. They had extraordinary demeanor and were obviously people of high status.

There were also a few Taoist priests wearing Taoist robes standing around, but they were all monks.

The young man surnamed Wu was also here at the moment, but he was standing on the edge of the crowd. The arrogance on his face was long gone, replaced by humility and respect.

In front of the young man surnamed Wu stood a middle-aged Taoist priest wearing a purple Taoist robe and a Lei Yang crown. The two men had similar facial features and seemed to be related by blood.