"Did you make it?"
In the outside world today, in the waters above the Dragon Palace in the South China Sea, countless chariots of important figures have gathered.
The elders of the Immortal Alliance, the God Emperor of the Nine Heavens, the old cultivators of Yi Lou, the ancestors of Nanhai, and the heads of various families with extraordinary status, all of them are earth-shattering people with their actions, but at this time, their faces are solemn, looking at The red light above the South China Sea disappeared, and there was an indescribable complexity in the eyes. Some people felt a little relaxed, but others felt regretful, even sad, and lost.
"Old senior, didn't you say it might succeed this time?"
In the silence, someone spoke in a deep voice. It was Mr. Taixu from the Immortal Alliance. He looked at the white-haired old cultivator from Yi Lou, with a hint of emotion on his face, and whispered: "We have a plan. It’s so good and so many talented people have been selected to join, how could it be..."
The old cultivator from Yi Building glanced at him, and his eyes looked a little complicated at this time.
After a long while, he glanced towards the north and said lightly: "The Immortal Alliance is not clean inside..."
Mr. Taixu suddenly sank, with fire rising in his eyes, but he didn't know how to answer for a moment.
Not only him, but many people around him also fell silent. In fact, before they came to the South China Sea, they had already known through some secret methods that other people had followed them into the Dragon Trail. Not to mention other guesses, Just from this incident, couldn't it be concluded that someone in the Immortal Alliance leaked the secret of this operation, which led to so many changes
But, who is that person
This matter is so serious and complicated that no one dares to make casual guesses.
They just flashed through their minds those big figures from the Immortal Alliance who were usually doing crazy things, and their expressions became more solemn.
"But no matter what, the world will have peace for another twenty years!"
The old man Yi Lou was silent for a long time, then sighed softly and said: "It's just that this heavy burden was finally carried by a little girl!"
The cultivators around him didn't know how to answer, and their silence was filled with depression.
Mr. Taixu whispered: "Such a heavy burden should not be given to a young person like her. It is too early..."
"I think the same thing as you!"
The old man from Yi Lou sighed and said: "Such little babies are still too immature. No matter what their cultivation level is, after all, their time in this world is too short. They have not experienced too many beauties of this world. I don’t know enough about the world, and I don’t have much affection. I didn’t agree with the plan before because I was worried that such a little girl didn’t understand the weight of responsibility. But now it seems that I have misjudged it and we have underestimated it. She still carried this female doll!"
"Of course you underestimated my Ling'er, all of you underestimated her!"
Suddenly there was a deep voice beside her. There was endless anger in that voice, as well as a hint of pride, but it was the ancestor of Nanhai. She held the dragon head crutch tightly in her hand and said solemnly: "I come from Luo Yatou." From a very young age, I told her all the truth. I never thought of hiding it from her. This girl was scared at first and wanted to run away. I even found a stupid kid to save her, but when the responsibility really came , she still took the initiative to greet her, and she was more responsible than many old guys!"
As she spoke, the crutch in her hand was already squeezing tightly: "You said you are afraid that she is too young to bear the heavy burden? Haha, isn't it just because she is young that she takes up the responsibility without hesitation? Have you shouldered this heavy burden? In the past, some people blamed me for trying another method, thinking that I was reluctant to bear her life, thinking that Linger did not dare to bear this responsibility... If she had not always wanted to shoulder this heavy burden, why had she always been there? Waiting in the Dragon Trail, with her ability, if she wants to escape, who can stop her?"
The words of the Nanhai ancestor were very harsh and angry, and they were simply scolding people in public.
But at this time, no one dared to refute her words, they could only listen quietly, and there was silence.
Only the heads of many aristocratic families and others looked no less sad than the ancestors of Nanhai at this time. Naturally, they all understood what this result meant. So many Taoists and geniuses had entered Longji before, just to be able to There is another way to delay this catastrophe. It is not necessary for the Little Saint of the South China Sea to take that step, but the Little Saint of the South China Sea finally walks out, which means...
"So what if it succeeds?"
There was a young family leader who suddenly couldn't help but shouted: "The loss is too heavy! The loss is too heavy. It is obvious that there is no need to lose so many people. It is obvious that we only need to directly use the plan to solve this problem, but it is still very difficult." We want so many geniuses to go in and fight for their lives. Now that they have tried their best, they still used the original plan. Then the losses for these people will be..."
"...Isn't it like dying in vain?"
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"Head of the Liu family, shut up!"
"Brother Liu Dao, be careful what you say!"
The words of the head of the little aristocratic family undoubtedly represented the voices of many, and everyone's emotions changed at this time.
But soon, there were many people nearby shouting in low voices, secretly reminding him.
Because at this time, Nanhai's little ancestor had looked at him with cold eyes, without concealing the killing intent in his eyes, and said solemnly: "These geniuses shouldn't go in and fight to the death, then my Ling'er deserves to die." Was he sacrificed by you when he came up?"
"You didn't want her to sacrifice, but didn't she still end up with this result?"
The head of the Liu family was frightened by this power, his face softened, and he did not dare to say anything, but these words rang in the hearts of many people.
After intimidating the head of the Liu family, the Nanhai ancestor's anger still lingered, and he suddenly looked at the old cultivator Yi Lou coldly, and said solemnly: "Old monster, I'm afraid you also think so. If the method of those talented juniors is If you succeed, you can certainly delay the catastrophe, but those sleeping dragon souls cannot reach your hands. And if my family Ling'er takes that step, those dragon souls will be in your pocket. So, in fact, in your hearts , you also want to let my family Ling'er take this step, right?"
"Dragon Soul?"
Suddenly hearing these words, except for a few distinguished people, everyone else in the room was startled.
Through this sentence, they suddenly guessed a lot...
… I see!
Entering the Dragon Trail this time, in addition to sealing the Three-Inch Spirit Mountain and delaying the catastrophe, it also has such a purpose!
Those dragon souls are the most terrifying existences among the dragon traces. They are all left over from the Dragon Clan’s Great Holy Temple in the ancient times. Each remnant soul contains great supernatural powers and great abilities, which are not inferior to those of transformed gods. And if they can pass If all those dragon souls are brought out in this mission, wouldn't it be possible to immediately create a large number of great monks who are comparable to the realm of gods
No wonder, they are not worried about the sacrifice of Tianjiao junior...
... It turns out that even from a business perspective, they can still make back their original profits!
"It's just...can the dragon soul really be brought out?"
"How many dragon souls are there?"
"Is it possible to assign it to a small aristocratic family like my own?"
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For a time, more and more aristocratic families and orthodoxy figured out these things, and their eyes became a little serious among themselves. They communicated and discussed secretly, and their eyes turned red. After all, this dragon soul is too rare and affects them. It's too important...
boom!
But at this moment, ten miles away from them, ripples suddenly appeared in the void, like ripples on the water surface, and in the center of the ripples, they kept spreading outward, layer by layer, and gradually gradually A channel was formed, and in that channel, extremely abundant spiritual energy emitted. The purple hair spread out, and the spiritual energy dispersed, forming a strong wind on the sea.
"Dragon Trail Channel is open?"
Everyone was refreshed and hurriedly looked up and forward.
Even the Nanhai Ancestor and other important figures were slightly moved at this time, with anxious eyes.
That passage seemed to lead to a certain dilapidated mountain, about a mile long. The cultivators were eagerly waiting for it. Gradually, a few figures appeared in the passage, slowly moving towards the outside. He walked out and gradually revealed his appearance.
The person walking in front was none other than Fang Yuan. He looked silent and sad at this time, holding a bead with a faint red light in his hand. Behind him, there were Song Longzhu, Xu Yuren and others. In addition, everyone The surviving Daozi of the family, Ban Feiyuan, and Yuan Xiao were also in this group, and behind them, Hou Guier, who was riding on the back of a tortoise-shell ferocious dolphin, was looking left and right.
"Are...only these people?"
Someone watched them come out and suddenly cried out in a sad voice.
There was a commotion in the crowd, and countless people's hearts were pounding.
When they entered Dragon Trail, there were thirty-six talented Taoists with profound cultivation and promising future...
… And among all the people who have come out now, are there enough for ten
Some people were saddened by this, especially those who had their own children enter the dragon trail before, but now they did not see them come out.
For a moment, my heart was filled with grief that was difficult to contain;
Some people also saw the figure of their genius appearing in the passage, and they were overjoyed for a moment.
The Taoist nuns who were beside the ancestor of Wangqing Island in the South China Sea saw Fang Yuan coming out alone at the front, and their eyes suddenly turned red. Although they already knew the result, they still looked inside, wanting to see I saw a figure...
And among the complex emotions, some people just stared closely at the bead in Fang Yuan's hand.
There was a burst of surprise and hesitation on their faces, like a mountain roaring and a tsunami roaring.
"The breath of the beads..."
"Is the dragon soul sealed inside that?"
"Each dragon soul is comparable to a powerful god-transformer, but there are actually so many of them?"
In addition to being pleasantly surprised, he discovered something, and his face suddenly changed: "That's not right, how could this bead that sealed the dragon soul be in the hands of the leader of the Six Paths, and why did it feel like that bead was connected to his soul?" So close?"
(End of chapter)