The ancestor of the Shen family suddenly fell silent. According to records, in the past, everyone in the cultivator community was focused on searching for Shen Dao.
At that time, a great war in Tiannan caused the destruction of many cultivation resources. Many mid-level and high-level monks who survived wanted to go further, so they went to other realms of Seven Lights Heaven to find opportunities.
However, Sunken Island was found, and the materials for building the boundary teleportation array were gathered bit by bit. In the end, the teleportation array collapsed inexplicably halfway through the construction, and Yushui Island sank into the sea again.
Later, the materials that were already incomplete would be reduced from time to time.
Who took it, posterity can only speculate.
Currently, due to the shortage of materials, formation divisions from all sides will take turns going to Mo Linghai to guard the area.
When the two of them were speechless, they suddenly heard Ao Qinglong King on the other side saying coldly:
"Heixue is not something I can control. You group of formation masters who know how to play with formations can just try to set up formations."
Ao Qing faced the crowd and said: "I can provide you with information for free and bring you to this sea area just to save the face of the Gibbon King of Taiyi Sect.
The black snow appears very irregularly. I have only seen it four times in the more than a hundred years I have been here.
The first time was one hundred and twenty-eight years ago, the second time was forty years ago, the third time was twelve years ago, and the last time was two years ago.
You can keep it for a hundred years, and I will not accompany you anymore."
As soon as he finished speaking, Ao Qing was already flying into the air.
Bird King Kong Ling took a step to catch up: "Ao Qing, wait a minute, why are you competing with human cultivators? Don't you want to find a Jedi Gate to visit the Dragon Clan in the Spirit Realm?"
Ao Qing snorted coldly: "The human race has too many things to do. If you don't want to seriously look for Cang'er Island, just ask me if there is any."
"Dragon King, please calm down. Fellow Taoists just want to ask for some more clues." Zaoyu followed with several Nascent Souls.
Ao Qing turned away, and Kong Ling, the bird king, tried to smooth things over: "After searching for a long time, everyone is tired, so why not try another day..."
Before she finished speaking, she saw the waves in the distance forming several dragons sucking water under the dark clouds that were getting lower and lower.
Chen Shui and others flew up to meet them like arrows from a string, but before they could get close, the dragon sucked water and turned into sucking snow.
"Kuroyuki!"
All the Nascent Souls were surprised and surprised at the same time. Several of them rushed in quickly. When they reached the edge of the snowstorm, a black light like ink blocked them with a bang.
Those few fell into the waves of the sea like kites with broken strings.
Chen Shui and the ancestor of the Shen family were the closest, and they quickly set up a giant spiritual net to catch people on the net.
The other Nascent Soul monks gave it a try and did not dare to get too close into the black snow storm.
Only the Bird King Kong Ling and the Silver-winged Eagle King could get closer in their true forms.
Ao Qing reminded: "Don't come any closer."
"Elder, there is something in there. I can sense Shen Guanyu's aura." Ao Xian sat on his sleeve and looked at the patches of black snow.
Ordinarily, it shouldn't be able to see through the rapidly rotating wind and snow, but it just sensed it, and even felt that there was a hint of star grass in the snow.
Ao Qing shook his sleeves and said, "Don't even think about me going to see it. I've tried it over there, and the injuries caused by the black light prevented me from using my spiritual power for three years."
"..." Ao Xian originally wanted to send a message to Master, but now he had to give up.
It watched as the snowstorm swirled and disappeared from its eyes without a trace.
The dark clouds on the line between the sky and the water in the distance also disappeared, leaving only the sea and the sky.
Suddenly, a purple ray of light flew away, followed by a white ray of light.
Ao Xian stretched out his dragon head: "It's master and uncle. He must have seen Shen Guanyu's things."
Ao Qing jumped forward and chased after him. Behind him were many Nascent Soul cultivators following closely.
As soon as they caught up to Chen Shui who had stopped, everyone kept moving their eyes following him and Guan Meng's spiritual power palm.
I saw a red feather floating on the sea surface, but I don't know why? Chen Shui's spiritual power can't reach it.
"Fold the space!" a formation master shouted.
"My feathers." Bird King Kong Ling turned his head: "Eagle King, do you think you can tear this space apart?"
"I'll give it a try." Eagle King nodded and flew to Chen Shui's side: "Fellow Taoist, help me."
"Okay!" Chen Shui immediately stopped his hand, and then put his palm on the Eagle King's back to give him spiritual power.
Guan Meng immediately stood beside his junior brother to protect him.
The Eagle King surged with spiritual power all over his body, turned his hands into melons and tore the red feathers with all his strength, and endless blackness surged in.
He quickly closed it and tore it apart...
Ao Xian stared with wide eyes, and like everyone present, he did not dare to take a breath.
Zhui Feng in the Yaoyuan space was also nervous. It was my sister's flying feather. Why was there only Ling Yu? "Little Dragon King, where is my sister?"
Ao Xian knew that it was asking if he was still alive? "Alive."
The Eagle King in front tore it apart again and again, and finally tore the sea surface where Feiyu was when his spiritual power was about to be exhausted.
However, violent space vibrations also followed, and when the space was about to collapse, Bird King Kong Ling and several Nascent Souls simultaneously grabbed Ling Yu.
Perhaps it came from the Bird King. When the space completely collapsed, Kong Ling summoned it with his own blood.
Chen Shui caught it in his hand instantly.
"Quickly retreat!"
A group of Nascent Soul cultivators struggled to escape. If they were too late, they would be injured by the shattered space storm.
After flying more than a hundred miles away and gathering in Zhenjun Zaoyu's building, the elder of Guiyuan Sect, Empress Yuan Daxiu Feng, asked: "Chen Shui, can you let everyone take a look?"
Chen Shui, who was holding Feiyu in his hand, paused. Today he realized that this magic weapon would no longer belong to his apprentice. He took a long breath and said, "This is the only flying magic weapon for my apprentice."
Xu Feng: "..."
Everyone: Your Taiyi Sect’s Quanxiang Peak is the richest peak, right?
Bird King Kong Ling smiled secretly, it seemed like he was giving that little fish as a gift, right?
"Hahaha, Chenshui Taoist disciples are very caring.
Let's do this. After Shen Guanyu comes back, he can go to the Baiqiao Gate of the Cultivation Alliance and choose any flying magic weapon." The alliance's great elder who came with Zhenjun Hayame even agreed with a smile.
"Thank you." Chen Shui handed over Ling Yu, and several Nascent Soul Dzogchen monks quickly cast spells on Ling Yu.
Although it was short-lived, everyone saw the black snow wind rising from the ground, and even saw the ink-like ice crystal glass.
Gengsheng Zhenjun has already confirmed: "It is really the ancient spiritual treasure Xue Liuli.
This treasure was given by the island owner of Cang'er Island who ascended to the immortal world. It has long been integrated with the island protection formation of Cang'er Islands.
Shen Guanyu and others must be on the disappeared Cang'er Island."
"That sea just now?" Yuzhuo asked.
"Endless Sea!" Cangli Sect is the closest here and can best give judgment.
"Look for it, the Cang'er Islands are definitely still nearby."
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Outside Cang'er Nine Cities, the monster beasts that stretch for dozens of miles have been attacking for a long time without retreating.
The spiritual power of the batches of monks on the top of the city has almost been exhausted. Inside and outside the walls, the bloody sky is full of broken arms and limbs.
After repelling a wave of monsters, the battle is still going on, and even five- and six-year-old children are throwing magic talismans at the top of the city.
A middle-aged monk had half of his arm clawed off by a seventh-level poisonous dragon. He didn't dare to fight, so he decisively cut off the entire arm. At the same time, he had activated the positioning teleportation talisman and returned to the city.
"City Lord!" An alchemist immediately came up to stop the bleeding and apply medicine.
The city lord's consciousness swept into the city. Except for the mortals without force, everyone was fighting with the monsters. The dead were not fully corpses, and the living did not dare to retreat even half a step.
He looked up at the stars: Could it be that Nine Cities would follow in the footsteps of Eight Cities?
The starry sky didn't answer and seemed to get darker. Hey, what is flying towards this?
"The enemy is attacking, strengthen your defense!" Before the city lord finished speaking, a black mass rushed to the top of the city gate at the speed of light.
With a buzzing sound, the protective city that was broken by the monster instantly repaired itself.
"City Lord! Black Snow! Black Snow is back!" An older monk stopped fighting the monsters and pointed at the dense snow outside the city.
The city lord was stunned. Someone stretched out his hand outside the city and quickly took it back: "It's so cold!"
bang, bang, bang
Many second and third level little monsters were frozen by the sudden ice and fell in the path of attack.
Boom, boom, boom!
"City Lord, what is that?"
I saw a group of monster beasts outside the city being hit by several large ice lumps that suddenly fell from the sky...