Looking at Ao Xing's majestic back, Qiong Ming suddenly felt admiration in his heart.

While he was recuperating in Chishui River, he heard many stories about the seventh prince from Youjie.

Ao Xing is different from other disciples of the Dragon Clan. When he was in the Earth Immortal Realm, he took the initiative to leave the South China Sea and traveled across the great rivers and mountains to hone himself.

When he first showed his talents, he defeated the second prince who was in the ascendant at that time, became the target of key support from his mother clan, and trained 30,000 cloud shrimp elites for him.

Of course, he lived up to expectations and became the chief genius of the Dragon Clan in the realm of immortals. He was unstoppable in the waters with his decapitation sword skills.

After breaking through to the Golden Immortal realm, he was directly involved in the rebellion among the sons of the South China Sea. He was decisive and skillful in killing, and did not compete with other brothers for power. Instead, he quickly supported his party members and placed close followers, and pocketed 40% of the waters of the South China Sea.
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Ao Xing’s past is full of sparkle and brilliance.

He is the leader in the hearts of countless water tribes, and he is also a representative of decisiveness in eradicating evil and killing.

Since Ao Xing became a disciple of Jin Chanzi, his style has become even tougher. He dares to fight and fight, and is particularly domineering, especially when it comes to demonic creatures. He will eradicate them as long as he takes action. Countless evil people are frightened by this.

Especially yesterday's devastating battle made countless creatures feel depressed whenever they heard Ao Xing's name.

Now, when Qiong Ming listens to Ao Xing recalling the passionate history in a particularly calm tone, he can't help but yearn for it.

His eyes seemed to be able to cross the river of time and come to the battlefield thousands of years ago.

That talented dragon boy, with just the sword in his hand, can win a bright future for all sentient beings, rising like the rising sun.

Time flies and years pass by.

In the blink of an eye, tens of millions of years passed by like a white horse, disappearing suddenly in the blink of an eye.

But Ao Xing is still Ao Xing.

The heroic deeds of the past have turned into a dazzling brilliance. Even the deep dust of history cannot cover up the dazzling light.

Thinking of this, Qiong Ming clenched his fists involuntarily.

His heart kept shouting that he should do his best to follow in the footsteps of Prince Ao Xing.

"Prince, please rest assured, I will definitely live up to your expectations." Qiong Ming said with firm eyes and a strong voice.

Ao Xing nodded happily, patted his shoulder, looked deeply, and said with sincerity.

"Very good, you have backbone and talent, so you are like my disciple Ao Xing. I hope you can work hard and move forward without hesitation, and kill all those insidious and cunning people. The West will be a mixed bag of good and bad people in the future, and those bastards are the ones I will leave behind."

Given the test given to you, do you have the confidence to eradicate evil and clear up the clouds and clear the sky for all sentient beings?"

"Prince, don't worry, I will live up to everyone's expectations and open up a bright future for all living beings." Qiong Ming's words were loud and his eyes were full of determination.

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"Fellow Manjusri, try my top-notch snow-topped greenery." Bai He's face was full of flattery, and his smile was as bright as a chrysanthemum.

Manjusri slowly put the tea to his mouth, and when he drank it, he suddenly felt the fragrance and refreshment in his mouth.

Phew~

The cold flavor of ice and snow flows through the limbs and bones, shaking Manjusri's spirit.

Bingdao's unique sense of clarity fills his mind, sweeping away the fatigue of many days.

"Good tea, such a precious thing, you are willing to take it out. Fellow Taoist Baihe is really generous."

Bai He and Yourong held hands and laughed. After thinking for a long time, they suddenly asked.

"Fellow Manjusri, I have a question."

"Speak."

"Since this period of time, I have noticed that the speed of the three whirlpools has become faster and faster, and the area is also slowly expanding. A large number of creatures are pouring into the ruins, like mud cows entering the sea, without any waves, but there are...

What danger?"

He was very careful when asking, his eyes looking down from time to time, as if he was a little ashamed.

"Your level is too low, and you are still unable to access many interesting rules. The ruins are filled with dazzling treasures of heaven, material, and earth, as numerous as the endless stars. They have been hidden in the west for several dynasties. You want to maintain the vitality inside the ruins.

To survive forever, it requires a lot of spiritual power every moment."

"But have you ever thought about it, the spiritual power in the West is extremely thin. If it is completely absorbed by this relic, how will those creatures practice? If the law of heaven comes to control the balance, this situation will definitely not happen frequently, so when the relic

When the aura in it reaches a certain node, it will be destroyed by divine punishment."

"Such a heavenly punishment is so powerful that even the quasi-sage peak can hardly resist it. The secret realm itself will also breed consciousness. In order to avoid this situation, it will be automatically turned on every once in a while. It is said to allow the creatures in the world to gain opportunities. In fact,

It’s just a way to survive.”

"Everyone swarmed in and looted the genius treasures inside like bandits, thus reducing the secret realm's foundation and spiritual power requirements. It was also a way to protect ourselves."

"Don't worry, the relics of King Suddhodana are very young and healthy. The door is wide open just to reduce the burden. It is like a burdened carriage. The more goods are thrown away, the easier it will be to move. According to my estimation, it will not be around for at least a hundred years.

Any surprises will happen."

"That's it." Bai He nodded thoughtfully, and then his eyes drifted towards the rotating whirlpool.

"I really didn't expect that even the relics passed down by the ancient powers would be hunted down and destroyed by heaven. It seems that my practice is indeed walking on thin ice."

"Haha, how can anything in the world last forever? Heaven has always been ruthless and cruel. If you don't reach the level of a saint, you will always be an ant being played with by others."

Manjusri said with some regret, and from Bai He's hand came a brilliant paper crane.

The paper crane is as big as a fingernail, its surface is covered with sky-blue runes, and it makes a trivial friction sound as it flows slowly.

This is the spiritual fruit of Time Dao - Xiang.

Follow your heart's desires without fear of hardship.

Xiang Xiang can travel freely across the world, even if there are restrictions, it will be difficult to stop him.

This is an excellent means of escape. It can escape danger instantly and cannot be stopped by anyone below the saint.

Of course, this fruit also has drawbacks. Just like the three autumn formations in one day, it forgets the insights of two great ways, and it must be the two most convenient ones.

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If Manjusri activates it now, the understanding of the ice path and the water path will be suddenly forgotten, and you will have to go through difficulties to restore the foundation in the future.

"Yes, with this fruit, if you want to find Yingzhou Fairy Island in the future, you won't need to use sparsely flowered water cypress branches as a medium."

"However, the price paid for this method is also extremely heavy. All my strength is now on the ice road. If it is all gone, I will not be able to support it in the future. I am afraid that I will find the Yingzhou Fairy Island, but I will not be able to protect the dojo from being destroyed.

Others take it away."

Mount Sumeru.

Jade Scale Tower.

Pure light shines unscrupulously in the world, like thousands of pure and flawless butterflies flying

Many creatures watching the battle below can feel the pure aura coming towards their faces.

"Oh, we finally reached the middle." Puxian clenched his jade scales in a panic, breathing heavily while trembling.

Every time I took a breath, my chest was filled with heart-piercing pain, and sweat the size of soybeans fell one after another.

The moment he came into contact with this treasure, he turned into a helpless mortal, and his whole body was sore, numb, and sore that he almost lost all strength.

"Hoo, hoo, hoo~"

He hugged the sharp jade scale tightly and panted heavily.

Being able to climb to such a height is already the end of his game. If he wants to take the next step forward, it will be full of difficulties and obstacles for him.

The unbearable feeling of pain pervaded the bloody wound, making him dizzy and unable to hold on.

Bang!

Puxian did not give up easily, but continued to climb up with blood dripping from his body.

His eyes were filled with stars, his energy and blood were boiling, his body had been squeezed to the limit, and even his ability to think had come to a standstill, and he could only climb upward mechanically like a puppet.

"Alas~"

At this moment, a helpless sigh suddenly came from my heart.

The phantom of the old man appeared above Puxian's head again. This time he did not mock him, but patted him on the head lovingly.

"Okay, very good. The West lacks people with great perseverance. Your ability to survive to this point has been recognized by me. Please enjoy the rest of the way."

Boom.

The majestic vibration sounded between heaven and earth, and at the same time, countless invisible forces suddenly filled Puxian's body.

Those meridians instantly became full, as if there were a pair of warm hands pushing him behind his back.

The exhausted and embarrassed thoughts just now suddenly disappeared in my mind.

There was a warm luster in his palms, and his hands turned into mutton-fat white jade. When he stood up, the pain suddenly disappeared.

His eyes suddenly burst into dazzling light, and he looked up at the talented disciples, who were climbing upwards dripping with blood.

Wu Yunxian is still far ahead, followed by Cihang and others. Their climbing speed is getting slower and slower, walking like a snail.

Puxian tried to climb up and found that there was no obstacle at all, and he couldn't help but be overjoyed.
To be continued...