Back then, when Jiangning Zihai attained enlightenment, Hunmei took his group of Golden Light Sect disciples and left them behind in Black Wind Ridge, still waiting for him.
But Jiang Ning deceived the owner of the Cave of Rebirth and asked him to take away the barbarian monks and leave alive. However, Jiang Ning no longer cared about the souls... and the poor disciples of the Golden Light Sect...
no way! ??
At that time, Jiang Ning had no choice.
It was impossible for him to let the owner of the "Panel of Rebirth" help him find the soul...
So... this debt has always been lingering in Jiang Ning's heart.
One hundred years have passed.
Suddenly thinking of the soul charm at this moment, Jiang Ning couldn't help but miss it more and more.
"By the way, I heard a wild cultivator said that more than ten years ago, the ancestor of the Black Dragon Tribe captured a soul and imprisoned it in the deep pool of the Black Dragon Tribe."
Meng Ling'er suddenly said something.
"Black Dragon Tribe?" When Jiang Ning heard this, his eyes turned cold.
"good."
"This Black Dragon Tribe moved from Dongtu Divine Continent to Beimang Continent thirty years ago. Its ancestor's name is Huyan Wanlie. This old demon's cultivation level reaches the sky, and his cultivation level has even reached the Infant Transformation Realm."
"After this old demon led his tribe to move to Motu, he dominated Motu. He also integrated all the resource monks of Motu and let them work for him."
"Now in Beimang, Old Demon Huyan has the final say!"
Meng Ling'er explained the simple situation of the Black Dragon tribe.
When Jiang Ning heard that a baby turned into an old demon, his eyes flickered twice.
Jiang Ning actually never paid much attention to the Black Dragon tribe. Although Jiang Ning killed the young master of the Black Dragon tribe, for him, he did not take the Black Dragon tribe seriously at all.
But the situation is different now. If the soul is really in the hands of the old demon Huyan, Jiang Ning must save it!
Even if he has to become an enemy of an infant-turned-old demon, Jiang Ning is not afraid.
"Are you sure that the soul charm is in Hu Yan Wanlie's hands?" Jiang Ning asked again.
Meng Ling'er said, "I'm not 100% sure about this, but Hun Mei should have been in Beimang for so many years... because I know it must be looking for you. If it is trapped, it must be the Black Dragon tribe."
"Come on, come with me to Motu! I want to meet this infant-turned-old demon in person."
Forehead?
Meng Ling'er was shocked when she heard that Jiang Ning was going to Motu now.
"Jiang Ning, I know that your cultivation level is not weak, but the power of the Black Dragon Tribe is definitely not comparable to that of the Five Motu Alliance and those totem monks... In addition to the Black Dragon Tribe, which has hundreds of thousands of monks, its ancestor Hu Yanwan
Lie, he is even more of an old demon in the Infant Transformation Realm."
Meng Ling'er's voice showed worry.
Jiang Ning smiled slightly.
"So what if it's a baby change? If you're afraid, stay here."
After saying these words, Jiang Ning's figure flashed and he was already standing in mid-air.
Watching Jiang Ning fly into the void, Meng Ling'er pondered for a moment, then followed Jiang Ning and shot up.
"I'll accompany you!" Meng Linger finally said.
Jiang Ning didn't say anything more, sacrificed his own divine boat, and then took Meng Ling'er to board the divine boat and headed for Motu.
Originally, Jiang Ning was planning to return to Nanyu Continent to find himself
My lover... Lin Qingzhu.
But now for the sake of soul charm, he can only delay!
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Beimangzhou, Motu!
This land that was originally extinct now has no purple water.
Two huge cities are located on this vast plain. Each city is guarded by tens of thousands of monks, and above the city, there is a magnificent magic formation, flashing a powerful formation beam.
There are countless monks in the city.
In the innermost place, there is the aura of the powerful god-turned-god of the Black Dragon tribe, coming from within.
This tribe is comparable to a six-star or even seven-star sect.
At this moment, in the distant sky, Jiang Ning was roaring from a distance with Meng Linger. .??.
After approaching the ink soil for thousands of feet, Jiang Ning's consciousness had already noticed the aura of the ink soil, and even sensed that in the depths of the ink soil, an ancient mysterious aura was emanating from it. Not surprisingly,
This aura should be that of the old demon who transformed into an infant.
flight!
Keep flying.
In less than ten breaths, Jiang Ning and Meng Ling'er finally reached the top of Motu City.
Looking at the two huge cities below and the magnificent city defense formation, Meng Ling'er said, "Jiang Ning, this is the home of the Black Dragon tribe!"
Jiang Ning didn't say anything, he just glanced at the city calmly, then flashed his body and flew towards the city like a meteor.
Seeing Jiang Ning going down like this, Meng Ling'er pondered for a few seconds, gritted her silver teeth, and finally followed!
The protective formation outside the huge city was shining with light, and at the gate of the city, there were dozens of monks from the Black Dragon tribe guarding it.
Watch, there are monks coming and going all around, and they keep entering!
But Jiang Ning did not enter through the gate, but walked directly through the city wall of the several-foot-high city protection formation!
On top of the city wall, there are more than a dozen monks from the Black Dragon Tribe who are in the Dan Formation Realm and are guarding it.
At this moment, they suddenly saw a white-haired figure walking towards the city defense formation step by step from the void, which not only stunned them.
"Damn it! Who is this person? He didn't go through the main entrance of the city? Instead, he came in here?"
"Stop him!"
After one of the monks at the peak level of pill formation finished speaking, he raised his head and said sternly to Jiang Ning, "Who is coming? Stop! This place is the formation protection area of my Black Dragon Tribe. Leave quickly, otherwise, anyone who comes close will be killed without mercy!"
Their words reached Jiang Ning's ears, and Jiang Ning didn't know whether he heard them or not. He continued to walk, approaching the city's protective formation step by step.
"Is this white-headed boy looking for death? I have already warned him, but he still breaks into our formation protection area?" a guardian monk roared.
"Haha, our city protection formation is a sixth-level formation. Even if a Nascent Soul cultivator comes close to this formation, it will be swallowed up by the formation. Since this white-headed boy is seeking his own death, then let him!"
"Too!"
While these dozen city-protecting monks were talking, Jiang Ning had already approached the formation within ten feet!
As soon as his figure approached the formation area, suddenly, this powerful city defense formation immediately emitted waves of black hurricane whirlpools... These vortexes carried a powerful annihilation aura. As soon as Jiang Ning approached, the black whirlpools suddenly overwhelmed Jiang Ning.