Chapter 259 Is it a gift from God or pressure from God?
When King Qilin heard Xue Tian'ao's words, his face was a little unnatural, but when he thought of Xue Tian'ao's identity, King Qilin's face became more fierce. "Human, you are obviously not a member of the Dream tribe, but you call yourself a Dream tribe.
Middle man, what's wrong with me killing you on behalf of the God of Needles?"
"I only think that humans can be sanctimonious hypocrites. I didn't expect that Xuan Beast is the same, and he is also the son of a great dragon. King Qilin is not from the Meng tribe. What about me?" Dongfang Ningxin stepped forward, pointed to Xue Tianao and then pointed again.
Pointing at himself.
Although the treasure left by the Needle God was good, she had no intention of taking it away now. This Qilin King was such a narrow-minded beast.
"People from the Dream clan are mixed with people from the Snow clan. Today I will clean up the remaining culprits for the Dream clan." King Qilin looked at Dongfang Ningxin and continued to find reasons.
Seeing this Qilin King's behavior, Xue Tianao became more and more fed up, with disdain flashing in his eyes.
"King Qilin, stop talking nonsense. You have already made up your mind about this God's Tomb. Since you have this confidence, let's try and see who will win." Xue Tianao stood up and stretched out his long sword to point directly at King Qilin.
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When an intermediate-level emperor faced off against the Qilin King, who was equivalent to the peak of a high-level emperor, Xue Tianao had the same chance of winning.
Looking at Xue Tianao's posture, a flash of admiration flashed in King Qilin's eyes. Humans also have hard bones. King Qilin took out his sword. It was a sword made of dragon bones. The sword's aura was as strong as a living thing. Obviously, it was
The sword is an artifact.
Qilin King's sword met Xue Tian'ao's sword. Xue Tian'ao felt that the sword in his hand seemed to be shaking faintly. However, under the infusion of Xue Tian'ao's true energy, the sword finally became stable again. This move also made Qilin
Wang understood that Xue Tianao's sword was not ordinary.
"Let me see today, whether the bloodline of your Son of God is stronger or the bloodline of my Son of Dragon." King Qilin did not use the dragon form, but looked at Xue Tianao in human form.
"Bang..."
The two swords clashed, sparks shot out, and Xue Tianao and Qilin King fought in the 109th room, while Dongfang Ningxin stood aside early in the morning.
Fighting between emperor-level masters was not something she could participate in, not to mention that the Qilin King was fighting Xue Tianao in human form at this time, which was relatively fair. If she took action, the Qilin King might not care about his pride.
It would be troublesome to use the Kirin prototype.
The dragon bloodline is strong, but Xue Tian'ao is definitely not a useless and cowardly person. With his strong physical strength and superb martial arts, Xue Tian'ao and Qilin King are right in the middle.
Dongfang Ningxin looked at the situation and knew that Xue Tianao would not be in danger in a short time, but she was afraid that the Qilin King would appear in anger and kill them. In order to save her life, Dongfang Ningxin decided to go
Check the main hall of the Needle God's Tomb to see if there is anything that can restrain Qilin. If not, go get a few life-saving pills left by the Needle God. If necessary, they may still be alive.
During the confrontation between Xue Tianao and Qilin King, he took the time to give Dongfang Ningxin a gesture, which meant exactly what Dongfang Ning thought, but Dongfang Ningxin looked for help.
Nodding, Dongfang Ningxin glanced worriedly before turning and leaving. She would not let Xue Tianao down...
Dongfang Ningxin quickened her pace, ignoring the sounds of sword clashes and the collapse of indoor items in her ears, and ran towards the main hall...
The huge palace was more complicated than the palace. Dongfang Ningxin found that she seemed to have returned to the original room again. She knew that this palace was not simple, so she cautiously discussed it with Jue again.
"Jue, what do you think of this needle tomb of the gods?"
"Ning Xin, it is said that this Acupuncture God loves the Dream Emperor and is also the sweetheart of the Dream Emperor. He will definitely not embarrass the people of the Dream Clan. The power of God is infinite. As long as you prove that you are a Dream Clan member, then this Acupuncture God will definitely
I won't embarrass you." Jue's voice was faintly excited. The things in this god's tomb will definitely not be simple. Dongfang Ningxin was smart not to touch them before. The so-called secret skills and elixirs are just superficial. God's
How can a collection be so worthless?
Jue's words were vague, but Dongfang Ningxin understood that the treasure in their eyes was just a small thing used to fool people. The real treasure can only be found by people from the Dream tribe.
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Do you want to prove that you are a Dream Clan? Dongfang Ningxin picked up the dagger at her feet and slashed her left wrist. What could prove bloodline better than blood... Since the Dream Clan people have a special bloodline from ancient times, then use
Her blood proves that she is from the Dream Clan.
The wrist was cut open, and the blood kept flowing. The drops on the ground did not sink into the soil, but slowly gathered into a small blood drop. After forming, the small blood drop paused and then rolled forward...
Seeing this strange appearance, Dongfang Ning suppressed his ecstasy and stopped the bleeding on his left wrist while following the inconspicuous little blood drop.
She made the right bet. This is the advantage of bloodline...
The little blood bead leading the way seems to have spirituality. If Dongfang Ningxin is fast, it will be fast, and if Dongfang Ningxin is slow, it will be slow. In order to find the real treasure of the Needle God as soon as possible, Dongfang Ningxin is almost
Flying quickly, the little blood bead soon brought Dongfang Ningxin to the stone gate. The little blood bead suddenly bounced up from the ground...
With a bang... it hit the stone door, and the stone door slowly opened as if there was a sensor.
Dongfang Ningxin walked in immediately, and as soon as she stepped into the room, she saw a man in white sitting in the room with a smile, as if he was waiting for her arrival.
The man has a peaceful face and an extraordinary bearing. He is sitting casually on the couch with unparalleled elegance. He is not surprised at all when he sees Dongfang Ningxin's arrival.
It was a living person, at least Dongfang Ningxin looked like a living person. She carefully stepped into the simple room with only one table and one chair. Dongfang Ningxin looked at this place that was different from other halls and asked cautiously.
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"Who are you?" She was very sure that the man was not dead, because she saw him blinking and smiling at her...
The man in white did not answer Dongfang Ningxin's words, but stood up gracefully, with a natural nobility and calmness in his look, and his tone was quite disbelieving.
"Hey, Meng's descendant will actually be a woman. I thought Meng would let a man take responsibility for the Dream clan. I didn't expect that Meng would still be so willful and never admit that women are weaker than men."
Dongfang Ningxin looked at the man who moved freely and stood up to look at him. She was a little confused. Isn't the Needle God dead? Why did she look at this man like an ordinary person. "Are you the Needle God? The master here? You
Isn’t he dead?”
Direct and bold, this is Dongfang Ningxin, who is not humble even in the face of gods.
The man in white smiled sweetly when he heard Dongfang Ningxin's words, pointed to the only wooden chair besides the big chair he was sitting on, and said: "Sit down, I'm not a stubborn old man, I like younger generations to set rules in front of me.
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The man's words were a bit interesting, but Dongfang Ningxin felt strange when she heard them. This man looked about the same age as Xue Tian'ao, but he looked at her with the eyes of an elder, feeling as if she was very weak.
Although in front of him, Dongfang Ningxin was indeed weak.
"Thank you." No matter how weird it was, Dongfang Ningxin still had the sense to not ask, and sat down obediently.
After Dongfang Ningxin sat down, the man in white also sat down, looked at Dongfang Ningxin and then said.
"Little girl, don't think too much. I am already dead, but I retain this body with the last trace of my soul. If not, how could I wait until you come."
"You..." Although she knew that the other party was dead, Dongfang Ningxin was still very surprised when she heard the other party say it. She really couldn't believe that the living man in front of her, as warm as the spring breeze, was dead.
The man in white waved his hand nonchalantly. "Life and death are man's destiny. I have lived long enough. I only keep such a trace of my soul in the hope that my dream can be fulfilled."
Dongfang Ningxin was silent, only looking at the man in front of him. This man should be Meng Huang's sweetheart. From his words, it can be heard that he sacrificed everything for Meng Huang.
The man in white looked at Dongfang Ningxin and then spoke in a serious tone.
"Little girl, since you have found this place, it means that you are the person that Meng likes. I believe that Meng's vision is not bad. In this case, I will transfer the things I originally planned to give to Meng to you."
After saying that, the man in white gently touched the armrest of his chair. In an instant, a small box popped up in front of Dongfang Ningxin. Dongfang Ningxin had no intention of opening it and just sat quietly, waiting for the box in front of her.
The man’s next words…
Seeing Dongfang Ningxin's behavior, the man in white smiled. "Meng's vision has never been very good. I didn't expect that I chose the right person this time. You can resist so many hard-to-find treasures outside and suppress your curiosity."
Heart is really rare."
Hearing the man in white's compliment, Dongfang Ning felt ashamed. She was very moved by the things outside. She didn't take them simply because she knew she couldn't take them away, so she thought she'd talk about it next time.
As for the box in front of her, Dongfang Ning thought that since it was for Meng Huang, she might as well not look at it, but she didn't expect that this unintentional act would catch the eye of the god.
But Dongfang Ningxin didn't think it was her performance that impressed the man in white. The man in white in front of her probably loved Wu Jiwu because she was a member of the Meng tribe. His love for the Dream Emperor was so obvious...
"Okay, kid, don't be nervous. For Meng's sake, I won't embarrass you even with your tolerance. The things there are for you. Open them and take a look." The man in white smiled kindly.
As for Ruya, it can be seen that this god has a very good temper, or that he is very kind to Dongfang Ningxin.
Dongfang Ningxin also had a good impression of the man in white in front of her. He was kind and friendly, without the authority of a superior god.
But the man in white in front of her looked obviously not much older than herself, but he still had a child in his mouth. Dongfang Ningxin was a little embarrassed, but she felt relieved when she thought that the man was a god who had lived for hundreds of thousands of years.
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"Thank you, Senior Acupuncture God." Dongfang Ning thanked him sincerely, without any intention of trying to please him, which was quite a bit flattering.
At the instruction of the Needle God, Dongfang Ningxin opened the box, and a faint woody fragrance came out from the box. The fragrance made people feel at ease.
"This is?" Dongfang Ningxin looked at the two wooden gold needles placed flat in the box, a little surprised. Can the wooden needles be used?
As if he understood Dongfang Ningxin's confusion, the Needle God smiled faintly, waved his hand gently and saw the two wooden gold needles flying out of the box and standing in the air, landing just in front of Dongfang Ningxin.
The needle god pointed to the one on the left and said: "This wooden needle is made of ten thousand year old rosewood, and the other one is made of ten thousand year old rosewood. It takes one hundred thousand year old rosewood to make one wooden needle.
, rather than saying this is the Wooden Needle Way, it is better to say it is the Needle Soul, because they are artifacts."