Do Not Seek Fairy Fate

Chapter 673 Dragon

Compared with the brothers and sisters who appeared in the barren land and in a safe place, the places where some ghosts appeared were not satisfactory.

In a swamp.

Dozens of loach-like flood dragons roared out, with a huge body and terrifying power, they wiped out all the ghosts.

Even a ghost general comparable to Jindan, facing the tearing of more than a dozen flood dragons, could only let out a powerless roar, and was cut to pieces on the spot.

Not long.

Accompanied by a few small belches, the dragon slowly sank into the swamp, and the miasma filled the air again, completely covering up the place.

Sun Palace.

This is where the Red Fire Dragon God lives.

The Red Fire Dragon God, one of the eight celestial dragons of the Buried Dragon Heaven.

Nine ten-thousand-foot volcanoes stood tall, and the huge palace was like a city. Fire dragons haunted the palace, and the sound of dragon chant kept coming and going.

At the back of the hall.

Several fire dragons opened their eyes wide, looking curiously at the more than 20 ghosts that suddenly appeared, and looked at each other with confusion.

And a group of ghosts, after sensing the terrifying aura around them, were already desperate.

Just the aura comparable to the ghost king, there are no less than ten of them around here!

"Roar!"

The flames roared like the rising sun.

The flaming fire, which was just reaching the sun and burned everything, swept across the audience with a sense of ferocity, burning all the ghosts to death.

valley……

Plains, dense forests...

Within a similar period of time, one team after another appeared in the Dragon Burying Heaven.

…………

Moqiu stands on a branch, with his hands behind his back, his body is upright, murderous intent emerges in his vicissitudes of life, and the sword intent seems to have substance.

miles away.

The Baipi Dao turned into thirty-six blade lights as thin as gossamer, intertwined in the air, surrounding several dragons with three heads.

The Jiaolong is covered with scales and armor, wrapped in a layer of thick water.

What's even weirder is that as long as the three heads are not cut off together, even if the head is cut off, it can be recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Infinite strength, invulnerability, amazing speed, extraordinary recovery...

This kind of flood dragon is extremely difficult to deal with!

Fortunately, it was Mo Qiu who made the move, and the sword light was raging, but in the blink of an eye, several dragons were chopped off, covered in bruises and dripping with blood.

"cut!"

He drank in a low voice, and the sharp sword glow in the distance suddenly sank.

The void also seemed to suddenly darken, and the Lixu land suddenly became dark and moonless, only the indescribable darkness kept falling downwards.

Four Mountains and Eight Swords - Fall forever!

Different from Danyangzi's sword formula, this style was performed on Mo Qiu's body, the sword intent was pure, cold, chilling, almost lifeless.

When the sword intent dissipated, there were only a few dragon corpses left in the field.

"Crack..."

applause.

Don't ask to turn your head, and you will see Zhang Ji, the bull demon, clapping his hands.

The ghost looked surprised and said:

"It's no wonder that the palace master is so fond of Taoist Mo. The method of the imperial weapon is really solid for those who practice in the yang world. I will definitely ask for a lesson or two in the future."

"You're welcome." Mo Qiu cupped his hands:

"It's incomparable to the divine power of fellow daoists."

In front of Zhang Ji, there were also two dragon descendants, who were being crushed and beaten by him, each punch and kick carried the force of breaking mountains and seas, and their martial arts were even more exquisite.

Don't be ashamed of yourself.

Confronting each other head-on, within a few minutes, if they face each other, don't ask yourself, nine out of ten they are not opponents, and they will definitely retreat.

With the ghost king sitting in town, even though they encountered a group of flood dragons, the fight did not last long.

Not long.

The people of Quanzhen Dao gathered together.

"Ten days, we lost three people." The person who spoke was called Wan Dao, a middle-aged man with a dull face and a golden core cultivation base.

He is a person of Quanzhen Taoism in name, but in fact he studied under Xue Ningzhen, the patriarch of Taiyi Sect.

As for why you came here...

But it is inconvenient to say.

"There are six people who have practiced the art of transforming dragons and the art of heavenly soldiers, and their strength has improved by leaps and bounds. They will soon be comparable to Daoji Consummated monks."

"but……"

"If you can't greatly purify the dragon's blood, your strength is already at its limit."

"Senior." One said in a muffled voice:

"I don't regret it. It's been a thousand years of difficulty to prove the golden elixir. Now it's expected to be like this. For us, it's a chance."

True.

Without the technique of transforming dragons and the technique of heavenly soldiers, they may not even be able to achieve the Consummation of the Dao Foundation.

Not only can it be achieved now, but it is not impossible to obtain the top dragon blood to purify one's own blood, which can be compared to Jindan.

Everyone nodded slowly.

Except for two or three people with aspirations for the Golden Core, everyone else showed signs of movement.

After all, their strength is too weak. Instead of being in frequent dangers and not knowing when they will die, it is better to try to improve their own strength as soon as possible.

The only consideration is blood.

With the Ghost King around, choosing a bloodline too early is very likely to miss the next opportunity.

Mo Qiu didn't delve into this matter, and handed over the few inner alchemy he got: "This is the inner alchemy of the three dragons, you should divide it."

Everyone was overjoyed and took it one after another.

This kind of thing is rare in the outside world, but it is only common here.

One inner alchemy is enough for an early Daoist monk to advance to the middle Daoist stage within ten days, and his cultivation base and strength will greatly improve.

"Taoist." Wan Dao whispered:

"I tried to contact the Zongmen Wanbao Pavilion in Dongtian Realm, but there was no response, and I'm afraid there will be no response."

"Oh!" Mo Qiu's eyes moved slightly:

"So, this is not the underworld? At least not within the Kingdom of Shang?"

"No." Wan Dao shook his head:

"This place is rich in yang energy and active in spirit, and it is too different from the underworld. Looking at it from below, it is very likely to be... a place similar to the most holy dojo."

"The Most Holy Dojo." Mo Qiu looked thoughtful.

"That's right." As Xue Ningzhen's disciple, Wan Dao obviously knows some secrets better than Mo Qiu:

"The most holy dojo said that it is similar to this place, but there is a hostility inside, and the resentment is soaring, the Taoist should be able to feel it?"

"Um."

Don't ask for a nod.

Almost all the creatures in this world are vicious.

Dragons are born with spirituality, and some are even more gentle. It is rumored that they are experts in governing the waters of the heavens, not fierce beasts.

But along the way, they encountered nothing good.

All are bloodthirsty, murderous and cruel people.

"in addition……"

Wan Dao pondered for a while, and said:

"Those ghost races also have hostility in their hearts and murderous intent in their hearts. It is best for the Taoist master not to have a close relationship with them."

Don't ask to raise your eyebrows, if you look at it with deep meaning:

"I know."

"I'm talking too much." Wan Dao bowed his head:

"The hostile energy in the underworld is actually no less than that in this world. Except for the lord of the Qifei Palace, even the king of ghosts is not like a good person."

"There is a difference between yin and yang, and the teachings of the ancestors must make sense."

He was sent by the suzerain, one is to explore the situation here, and the other is to remind Quanzhen Dao not to get too close to the ghost clan.

"I understand." Mo Qiu nodded and stood up.

At this time, Uncle Bai also came over, and stretched out his hand to signal:

"The Palace Master welcomes you!"

Di Ku is grilling meat, on a simple wooden rack, the fire is roasting the most tender and juicy heart-protecting meat in the position of the heart of the three dragons.

Grease, sizzling.

"Master Mo."

Handing over a piece of barbecue, he said slowly:

"It's been a while, should we speed it up?"

"Speed ​​up?" Mo Qiu asked:

"Why are you in such a hurry?"

"There is a saying among mortals, sharpening a knife is not the same as chopping firewood. Uncommonness has improved the strength of these ghosts and monks, and they are searching for blood."

"Huh!" The Bull Demon Zhang Ji snorted softly when he heard the words:

"Then when will it be?"

"It's true." Di Ku sighed lightly and said:

"These low-level ghost clans were originally abandoned sons used to explore the way. They were used to find out where there are dragon blood."

"Now……"

"We have become their guardians."

"Today's good cause, tomorrow's good fruit." Mo Qiu said slowly:

"With their current cultivation base, even if they are exploring the way, what can they explore? You might as well give them a certain amount of time to fuse their blood."

"Mo Daoist." Uncle Bai said coldly:

"The underworld doesn't have as many hypocritical ways as you in the yang world. Our time is limited, and we must obtain the dragon's blood that agrees with the request as soon as possible."

"As for ghosts..."

"When you go back, you can have as much as you want!"

Mo Qiu frowned.

This is the difference between the two. In the Yang Dynasty, even a large sect would not be able to abandon their subordinates so blatantly.

"I asked you to come here to help me find the blood." Zhang Ji also said coldly:

"It's not for you to improve your cultivation level and smelt your blood. Do you really think that our Qifei Palace is a good hall, and it will be perfect for you and other disciples?"

"Next, your people and low-level ghosts must disperse and search for dragon descendants who agree with the request. Life and death depend on your own ability."

Mo Qiu's face darkened.

The foundation of Quanzhen Taoism is not very high. Only Wang Hu and Wan Dao have the golden core cultivation base of the people who came here this time, and the others are not strong.

Qifei Palace, but there are many ghost generals.

"hold on……"

After pondering for a moment, Mo Qiu said:

"Wait another two months, two months later, and then spread out."

"No!" Zhang Ji roared:

"Let us be guards for two months..."

"Enough!" Di Ku raised his hand, interrupted him, then looked deeply at Mo Qiu, and said:

"Wait another two months."

"After two months, no matter how much their cultivation has increased or whether they have fused blood, they must go out to find the dragon descendants."

"good!"

Mo Qiu nodded, and when he was about to speak, suddenly, as if he had noticed something, he turned his head and looked towards the dense forest in the distance.

"Someone!"

"Someone?"

"Yes, it is indeed a human being."

The group of people and the ghost looked at each other, and then, with Di Ku's arm lightly waved, each cast a secret method to hide their figures.

Not long.

"Da da……"

Disorderly footsteps sounded.

As the branches and leaves of the dense forest were lifted, a team of more than a hundred people appeared on the field, pressing down on another hundred people and coming over.

The escorts were dressed in animal skins, held sticks, and had dragon-shaped tattoos on their flesh.

The detainees were naked one by one, shivering in the steep mountain wind, with fear in their eyes, walking towards the dragon's nest step by step.

"Woo... Hum..."

The escort was waving a stick and screaming strangely, as if urging something.

The naked people trembled, as if they already understood what they were facing next, but no one stopped.

Mo Qiuyin hid himself from his subordinates, his brows lightened slightly, and the hell map silently enveloped the audience.

Soul search!

"They are a tribe under the jurisdiction of the Sun Palace. They support a group of three-headed dragons nearby. This trip is to feed the dragons as usual."

"Food is their brother and sister."

"The Sun Palace is the place where the Eight Heavenly Dragons, the Red Fire Dragon Gods live!"

"Quanzhen Dao's soul-searching secret method is really amazing." Di Ku praised softly:

"Because of their blood, it's not easy for us to find out something from them. Fortunately, Daoist Mo will follow us on this trip."

Mo Qiu didn't say a word.

His soul search was not easy.

The strength of these people is not high, but there is a 'dragon energy' on their bodies, which protects the soul, and it is impossible for ordinary monks to forcibly search for the soul.

"Red Fire Dragon God..."

Di Ku squinted his eyes, his face was full of emotion.

This is.

"ah!"

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..."

There was a lot of strange screams in the field, but those people who entered the dragon's nest to feed found the bodies of three flood dragons.

The holy dragon gods are dead!