While Gu Changxiao was racking his brains to trick Su Xinglan into worshiping the Martial Palace, Duan Ziqian, relying on the power of the law he sensed in advance, immediately locked onto the saint's guidance coming from China.
Sadly, he came late.
Under Gu Changxiao's deliberate calculation, Luo Chen successively blocked the three small worlds within his jurisdiction and closed the gate of the Cloud Ladder Formation.
As a result, no matter whether it is passing through openly or secretly forcibly breaking through the boundary, both roads are blocked.
Unless he can ignore the rules of the fairy world, forcefully invade the territory of other forces, and be willing to bear the painful price of falling into three realms in a row.
Otherwise, judging from the current situation, it seems that he has no second way to go.
"Lonely smile..."
Over the island, Duan Ziqian clasped his hands and said with a slightly pale face: "Wu Dian eats meat, Wen Dian drinks soup."
"Do you want to swallow these two big fishes by yourself?"
"It's ridiculous, it's extremely ridiculous."
His eyes were cold and he said with a sinister smile: "You bet on the north, I'll bet on the south."
"The chance is half for each person."
"Whoever finds the master of fate first is completely left to fate. This is fair."
"Since it's a fair competition, how can there be any reason for our Wen Palace to lag behind you?"
"call."
A strong wind arose in the dark night, causing sand and rocks to fly.
Duan Ziqian's figure blends into the night, with the Chinese bone pen placed across his chest.
The golden light danced, and the Wen Palace's second treasure, the Boundary Breaking Pearl, was absorbed by him from the air.
"puff."
He sprayed blood mist from his mouth, and the bright light illuminated his wrinkled old face.
At the same time, his hanging right hand stretched forward fiercely, containing magical powers.
"Click."
The transparent light curtain covered by the origin formation suddenly appeared as a swirling black hole, and the air flow roared, making a strange sound that pierced the eardrums.
Duan Ziqian's face did not change, he grabbed the writing pen and said: "I can't go, so you can run for me."
"The main purpose of this trip is to find the master who knows fate. You must handle it for me."
"Remember, if you can't find it..."
The lips tremble, and the secret sound is transmitted.
After three breaths, he pushed forward with his palms and shouted: "Let's go."
"I am in charge here, and I can barely hide it from Luo Chen for three hours."
"You, hurry up."
"Try to return to the fairyland before Gu Changxiao arrives, and try to bring me the results I want."
...
The sky is filled with stars and the moonlight is bright.
Sprinkling soft light, the nine peaks of Kunlun are gathered together in the mist at night.
It flickers on and off, and is speckled.
In the main hall of the main peak, Lingxi finished busy with the trivial matters at hand, got up and walked straight to the square.
Half an hour ago, her precious daughter came to play a game of "jumping grids" with her. Lingxi was so busy that she had no time to distract herself, so she had to send Pei Chuan to coax the little guy.
Now that I have my hands free, I inevitably feel guilty and want to make up for Xiao Zhiyuan.
Unexpectedly, she had just stepped out of the threshold of the hall and saw a long blood-red dragon entrenched in the sky from a distance.
The dragon's head is as big as a calf, and its scales are shaped like tortoise shells.
He is full of life, and his dragon's whiskers are like a waterfall.
Its whole body was filled with unstoppable scorching flames, burning the void and covering the stars and moon.
The dragon's eyes are closed and its breath is long.
It is obviously alive, but it falls into silence as if it is dead.
"this......"
Lingxi's heart was shaken wildly, a cold air rose from his feet, and his whole body shuddered.
She didn't know what happened and why this bloody dragon appeared in Kunlun.
Who caused it? Or was it a strange phenomenon in heaven and earth that happened by chance?
The only thing she knew was that except for her, no one else seemed to be able to see or sense the existence of the blood dragon.
For example, Pei Chuan was playing lattice with Xiao Zhiyuan in the square, laughing and joking without any reaction.
Ji Xuanqing and Du Qirui, who were leaning on the beams and pillars of the side hall to admire the moon, were chatting without being affected at all.
Disciples patrolling each peak, disciples guarding the mountain, and busy handyman disciples.
Among the thousands of people in Kunlun, no one noticed the natural change.
