Qiantian Continent.
Red Mountain.
On the top of the crimson bald mountain, in the secret practice room of Sect Leader Liu Lingyun, a tall and fat, domineering man, like a small mountain, sat at the table.
His upper body was naked, with a blue shirt covering his lower body from the waist down.
Liu Lingyun was serving him with her clothes half undressed. Deep in her watery eyes was an extreme satisfaction after the pleasure.
A plate of delicious snacks she had carefully prepared, accompanied by a pot of fragrant tea, was placed on the white jade table.
She came close to him and offered him some fragrant tea. Then she said in a soft and gentle voice, "Li Lang, are you here to see me or to visit your new disciple?"
"Yun'er, of course I came here specially to see you."
Li Zhaotian chuckled and drank the fragrant tea in the cup in one gulp. Without waiting for Liu Lingyun to continue pouring, he turned the teapot and drank it.
"Still as vulgar as ever!"
Liu Lingyun scolded and laughed, but the look she gave him was full of fascination and admiration.
"That kid hasn't come to the Sword Tower to pay his respects to me yet, how can he be as important as you?"
Li Zhaotian hugged him and held him in his lap.
The relatively tall leader of Hongshan sat on his hairy legs, as petite as a little girl. He shook his head and snorted in dissatisfaction, "My apprentice's temper is not like mine. He needs to change it!"
"Like you? I think we should give up."
Liu Lingyun shook her head repeatedly.
"By the way, I heard that there is a girl named Zhao Yuanqi in your Hongshan, who has extraordinary aptitude for cultivation. How much spiritual consciousness has she condensed in the Dongxuan realm?"
Li Zhaotian asked with a smile as he touched her all over.
"One hundred and seven."
Liu Lingyun answered with heavy breathing.
"Just barely enough."
Li Zhaotian grinned and laughed proudly, "My disciple who has not yet entered the sect is also at the Dongxuan realm, with a total of 136 spiritual consciousnesses. In the second realm, in the past 1,200 years, no one has more spiritual consciousnesses than him."
"ah!"
Liu Lingyun, the leader of Hongshan Sect, suddenly exclaimed, not knowing whether she was shocked or for some other reason.
"From now on, you can give the position of the leader of Hongshan Sect to that little girl, and let her have the same relationship with my disciple as we do, how about that?"
Li Zhaotian asked with a smile.
"I, I..."
Liu Lingyun was unable to utter a word.
…
Two days later.
Zhao Yuanqi received news from Hongshan, telling her that in half a month, a brand new Chixia boat would be sent to Xuefeng City.
Sect leader Liu Lingyun sent a message asking her to accompany Pang Jian with Zhou Qingchen and others for the time being.
"Why accompany him?"
The silver-haired girl snorted and frowned, "Once the Red Cloud Boat arrives, we should go our separate ways."
…
Snow Peak City.
Pang Jian practiced hard day and night, focusing on the control of his spiritual consciousness, and the total number of spiritual consciousness he could control finally exceeded one hundred.
In his spare time, he drank and had fun in the courtyard with Zhou Qingchen and others, and enjoyed a rare period of peace.
One day, Pang Jian, who was practicing, received a call for help from the dark giant anaconda for the first time.
As soon as the mind moves, the perception between the two is established.
An inky black sea immediately filled Pang Jian's vision, and he also saw many islands standing on the Black Sea.
At this moment, Fan Guzai and Yu Xin of the Celestial Clan were on the shore of an island.
The celestial maiden Yu Xin, her pure white robe stained with blood, fell in a pool of her own blood.
There was not a single silver-like dazzling feather left on her six pairs of holy wings, only bloody feather bones remained.
She was obviously seriously injured and was in a coma.
Next to her, the dark giant anaconda's scaly, sinuous body was riddled with bloody holes from being pierced by the sharp blades, and blood was oozing out.
It was not unconscious, but looked up at the Black Sea in the distance, as if it was afraid of the arrival of the enemy.
It summoned Pang Jian in a hurry because its master in the fifth realm was seriously injured and it had no ability to treat him.
Also, it knows that the enemy will eventually come.
"You're injured like this."
Pang Jian, who was staring in secret, was somewhat surprised.
The goddess of the celestial race has always been respected by those alien races, and almost everyone obeys her orders.
Pang Jian couldn't imagine that there was anyone who could be so cruel to her and want to kill her.
The dark anaconda immediately sent a message to Pang Jian, telling him that the people who wanted it and the goddess to die were a tribe from another continent.
"Finally, I can express my thoughts and feelings more accurately."
Pang Jian realized that the dark giant anaconda must have undergone a major transformation recently by being with Yu Xin of the Celestial Clan, so its intelligence has increased rapidly.
The dark anaconda kept begging Pang Jian to lend a helping hand and rescue its master in the fifth realm.
"Put her in your mouth and place her on top of your tongue."
Pang Jian ordered.
The traitor, who was also seriously injured, swam on the sand with his winding body, came to the fallen Yu Xin, and swallowed her into his mouth as he was told.
Only then did Pang Jian notice that, without his noticing, the dark anaconda had grown larger than the one in the black water pool.
The small horn on its forehead also became pointed and long, emitting a shiny black light.
"I'm starting."
As Pang Jian exerted his strength in the third realm, a strong life energy suddenly emerged from the mouth of the dark giant anaconda.
The tender green light waves of life submerged the delicate body of the goddess Yu Xin in a short time.
The broken organs beneath her feather bones and inside her waist and back were hungrily devouring the life energy.
The blood that flowed out of it also quietly turned green, and a strong vitality emerged.
After a long time, Pang Jian felt tired. He silently swallowed a soul-nourishing pill and expressed his gratitude to Yunze's small tree.
The man in the third realm had been supplying abundant life energy to a man and a beast in the fifth realm for such a long time, which was a huge drain on his mental and spiritual energy.
"Xiao Hei, Xiao Hei..."
Yu Xin woke up and called out to the dark anaconda anxiously.
Her brows were furrowed, as if she was in a terrible dream. She subconsciously clawed at the wings of the dark anaconda with her hands, as if she wanted to pull them towards her back.
"The master you recognized is... not bad."
Pang Jian commented secretly.
Then, he signaled to the traitor that he could spit out the alien goddess.
The traitor did as he was told immediately.
Yu Xin landed gently on the ground. There was no blood left on her six pairs of bone wings. She knelt down with her head down and regulated her breathing.
After a while, she placed her tender white hand on a small piece of her breast that was exposed due to serious injuries. Gratitude then appeared in her black eyes, and she looked up into the eyes of the dark anaconda.
"You... saved me."
Enduring the pain in her body, she bowed slightly.
After getting the consent of the Dark Anaconda, she placed her other hand on Xiao Hei's forehead.
She and Pang Jian immediately established a connection.
Once this induction is achieved, Pang Jian can still use his life energy to continuously supply life force to her and the dark anaconda.
"What's going on?"
Pang Jian's consciousness was generated in the mind of the dark giant anaconda.
"I was invited to the Fourth Continent. In this vast black sea between our Fifth and Fourth Continents, there lives a tribe called the Batwing Tribe. They were driven to the islands in the Black Sea by our Sky Tribe."
"The Winged Tribe has always been very weak and full of fear of us, and has never dared to resist."
"Recently, the god they believed in suddenly descended with a broken body. With the help of this broken body, the Winged Tribe, who have always been timid and cowardly, had the courage to attack me."
"… "
With the nourishment of life energy, the communication between Yu Xin and Pang Jian became smoother and smoother.
"The Winged Tribe, a mutilated body suddenly descended upon us?"
The first thing Pang Jian thought of was the alien god from another world that looked like a dark bat and left the forbidden area of Qi Ling.
So he thought about it and visualized the dark bat he had seen in the mind of the dark anaconda.
“It is He!”
Yu Xin was extremely shocked.
Deep in Xiao Hei's mind, she saw Pang Jian's concrete opponent and asked, "You... have seen Him in the upper realm?"
"He left from the forbidden place of prayer in the third world."
Pang Jian responded.
"The third realm, Qiling... It is one of the sacred places of some tribes."
When Yu Xin was delivering the message, she hesitated for a moment, then put down her other hand that was pressing on her chest, took out bottles of medicine and drank them.
The moment she let go, Pang Jian noticed through the dark anaconda's pupils that the white skin she was pressing on was slightly bulging.
Yu Xin, with a shy look on her fair and tender cheeks, swallowed all seven bottles of medicine. Her six pairs of bone wings were gradually covered by holy divine light.
After a moment, new white feathers began to condense.
"The weapon in my hand was lost during the battle."
This sentence was not the sound of her soul, but her mumbling to herself.
On the other side, Pang Jian had many doubts in his mind, about the forbidden land of prayer spirits, about alien races and alien gods.
He resisted the urge to ask immediately, but...
The dark anaconda whimpered, and suddenly spat out a huge black iron stick, followed by pieces of tree bark containing withering evil power, and two animal skins.
One of the animal skins was the snake skin that Pang Jian had obtained from the ghost clan. It was able to emit a strong and dirty strange power.
"this… "
Yu Xin's hand loosened from the dark anaconda's forehead, and her slender body moved to the huge black iron rod.
She squatted down and covered part of the iron rod with her six pairs of wings that were growing feathers.
She reached out to touch it again, and her willow-like eyebrows slightly wrinkled, as if she was feeling it with her heart.
“Wow!”
The huge black iron rod suddenly shrank to a length and thickness that she could just hold in one hand, becoming an object that she was comfortable with.
A violent and bloodthirsty aura was released from the iron rod that had shrunk several times, and her eyes suddenly lit up.
“Very good, really very good!”
She looked into the dark anaconda's eyes in gratitude.
She pointed with her other hand, and the two animal skins and the leaves that were emitting withered vitality floated beside her with her power.
“I can use them all.”
She narrowed her eyes slightly, her heart filled with gratitude, and she came up to touch Xiao Hei's forehead and asked softly, "What can I do for you?"
"Spirit Jade."
"Spirit Jade?"
"Um."
"When I defeat that alien god and punish those Winged Tribe, I will present you with the spiritual jade."
"very good."
…
(End of this chapter)