Chapter 778 The blue bird borrowed luck and sacrificed his life to break the catastrophe!
"Drive away!"
The ink is smudged and the air waves are emptied.
Protecting the old lady and retreating continuously, Qi Wensheng was extremely horrified, and those slight scoldings were very much like the legendary words and actions.
Wherever the sound wave passes, all kinds of dust, airflow, noise, and even light are all trembling violently away from here!
boom!
The air wave emptied out and pushed the strong wind to blow the entire palace, attracting everyone's attention.
In the small courtyard not far away, Taoist Yunni, who was bending over his desk to draw talismans, was startled and suddenly looked towards the place where the sound wave came from.
The sky was covered with ink, and a heavy wave of air spread rapidly, like a ghost.
What made his heart vibrate was the invisible energy that only the most acute spiritual sense could perceive.
"Supernatural power, third level!"
Standing up suddenly, Yunni's eyes flashed with horror and disbelief.
Miraculous powers are far more difficult to practice than any Taoist martial arts. Even among the masters of magical powers who have been promoted to the Tenth Capital, only a small number of them can practice their magical powers to the third level under the baptism of the sea of law.
And the princess who used the magical power clearly didn't even reach the top ten!
"How can this be?!"
Not only Taoist Yunni, but also many magical masters and master-level warriors in the palace were all shocked when they saw this scene.
The sky is dimming, the air waves are surging, and the hurricane is roaring...
This kind of movement is simply earth-shattering and does not seem to be at a height that ordinary people can reach.
What made them even more horrified was that many of them were quite familiar with this aura. It was very similar to the aura the princess used to rescue them when they were seriously injured.
This is……
"The princess's magical power?"
The afterview came very quickly.
Unlike others, although he was shocked, he could vaguely guess the meaning behind leaving this scene.
His heart tightened, and he made an immediate decision, calling on all the masters in the palace to be on alert and evacuate everyone in the backyard.
Except for the white dog whose hair was sprouting all over his body, as if he was facing a formidable enemy and would not allow anyone to get close to him.
"Ouch!"
In the strong wind, the white dog grew when it faced the wind. It was as big as a calf, and in an instant it turned into the size of a house, roaring menacingly towards the surroundings.
Its spiritual sense is astonishing, and it even senses that its master has reached an extremely critical moment. Its eyes are blood-red and it does not allow anyone to get close.
Even when Xiao Yangjian and his only son Xiao Xingu approached, they were blown away by the strong wind it stirred up.
The afterimage came in a hurry, and then he stepped back with his eyelids twitching wildly.
Looking at the white dog roaring in the wind, he was shocked. Of course he was familiar with this white dog, but he didn't expect it to be so powerful.
As a great master, he actually sensed the danger...
"Drive away!"
"Drive away!"
"Drive away!"
In the small courtyard, air waves roared, and various altars stood. Qin Si was dressed in white, with her long hair tied up by a hairband.
He kept wandering around among various Dharma altars, stepping on the gang and fighting on foot.
At this moment, only a few people could notice that the luck entrenched in the Northwest Palace was surging towards her, blessing her.
Before she became the Tenth Capital, it was almost impossible for her magical powers to advance to the third level. In the past five years, she had tried almost every method. The Sea of Laws had been gone for seven days, but she still had not been able to find the destiny map, let alone complete the ritual.
But as her magical powers improved and she continued to master her own level map, she vaguely found a way to break the situation.
'The blue bird borrows luck to soar!'
In my mind, there seemed to be green feathers fluttering, and a noble blue bird spread its wings in the mist and chirped loudly.
"Drive away!"
As the white clothes danced, beads of sweat kept falling from Qin Si's forehead, but she seemed to be unknown, her hands rose and fell like butterflies piercing the clouds, and she used magical powers again and again.
Once, twice...
Ten times, twenty times...
It may not have been enough time to drink tea, but when the entire backyard of the palace seemed to be shrouded in ink, Qin Si gave up.
She retreated, and every time she took a step back, an altar exploded to pieces. She took nine steps back, and the nine altars shattered and turned into powder all over the sky. They were driven away by magical powers and spread outside the ink.
As for herself, she stopped suddenly, stopped in front of the last altar, put her hands together, spread her fingers out, and formed a lotus-like mudra.
It led her to activate the hair again and again, but it never spilled out. The ninety-nine times of magical power that spread out were printed on,
Sitting cross-legged on the altar, his breath was exhausted and his flesh and blood were withered, just like a mummy. Yang Yu, who had restrained all his energy and spirit, was above his eyebrows!
boom!
boom!
Boom!
The energy and blood returned to the inside, the divine will returned to the underworld, and in the absolute silence, there seemed to be sounds of thunder, awakening Yang Yu's spiritual wisdom that had been dormant for a long time.
Buzz!
At the moment when his divine will returned to his body, Yang Yu felt as if he was falling into the ocean, as if he was drowned by the angry tide, like a small boat in the angry sea on a rainy day, which could capsize at any time.
This is not water or the sea.
Instead, it is a rolling sea of essence and blood that is as vast as rivers, lakes and seas!
This is the foundation of Thousands of Years of Practicing the Mother who gave birth to me!
The foundation accumulated over a long period of time is enough to amaze and astonish any master or great master in the past and present.
It's enough to make any martial sage sigh with admiration.
The boat is not a boat, but the foundation of Yang Yu's twenty years of practice. The gap between the two is as big as a chasm, but they are still on the same level, colliding with each other and wearing away the energy.
In the past five years, Yang Yu's restrained energy and spirit have been fighting against such a terrifying background, all the time!
This is unimaginable difficulty and hardship.
Five years have passed, and his energy and spirit have gone from being as big as a ship to a small boat. His energy and blood have plummeted, but he is still far more pure than before.
"it's time……"
The sound of thunder came quickly from the void. Yang Yu listened for a moment and finally opened his eyes.
On the boat, the mist is hazy, which is the gathering of the northwest king's luck, resisting and suppressing the invasion of the sea of essence and blood.
The moment he opened his eyes, the mist dissipated on its own initiative, and then, the golden boat, which represented the concentration of his energy and spirit, was also submerged by the angry tide.
With the help of the rolling thunder, invade the sea of blood in reverse!
Twenty years of practice, after all, is a little less profound than others who have practiced for hundreds of years. Many times in the past, I have fought against the Martial Saint, which has also confirmed this point.
In the past two years, he has been making great achievements while also waiting for today.
It is precisely to turn harm into benefit, and use the spirit, spirit and blood of the old woman who has practiced for three thousand years to create his own martial arts foundation!
Wow~
The tide is surging and the sea of blood is boiling.
Like an angry living person, the sea of blood, which seemed to have intelligence, felt a powerful threat, and erupted into a huge wave that had never been seen before.
Outside, the altar where Yang Yu was sitting cross-legged was constantly trembling, groaning, and even cracking. His withered body was constantly being filled with energy, and the sound of Qi and blood rushing like the waves crashing on the shore almost came out of his body.
It seemed that his blood, muscles and bones were about to be shattered, but they were destroyed and crushed again and again by the divine energy machine that was submerged in his body.
boom!
In the void, thunder descended on the sea of blood.
The green light is like a waterfall, falling like a sword from the sky, tearing apart the sea of blood, one, two, three...
It seems like a long time, but it may only be a moment.
It was as if the boundless sea of essence and blood had been cut apart by hundreds of criss-crossing blue lights, and divided into countless pieces of different sizes.
At the same time, Yang Yu finally burst into flames, and his golden blood surged like a dragon from the abyss, slaying the boiling waves of blood.
He could only fight against the complete sea of blood, with little possibility of reverse infection. However, under Qin Si's magical power, the sea of blood that split apart was unable to resist him.
Soon, the brilliant golden color reversed over the sea of blood, one piece, two pieces, three pieces...
Collision, burning, melting...
Externally, Qin Si's face was as pale as paper, as if all her energy and energy had been drained away, and blood flowed out of her seven orifices.
But instead she breathed a sigh of relief.
In front of his eyes, Yang Yu's withered body gradually filled up, and the billowing blood turned into extremely strong vitality, allowing him to return to his peak.
Even, climbing up layer by layer...
"call!"
"suck!"
Not long after, the ink in the backyard gradually dissipated, and the dispersed light returned along with the billowing air waves, blowing up large amounts of dust.
What sounded at the same time was the long breathing coming from the backyard of the palace.
This Qi and blood has grown to an extreme point. When I exhale, the strong wind howls, making the grass and trees in the courtyard make a roaring sound.
When you inhale, the airflow returns rapidly, like a tidal wave in the sea, which is spectacular.
"This is……"
Looking at the increasingly nervous white dog in front of him, Yu Jing's heart moved. He took a few steps back, climbed up the eaves, and looked far away.
I can only see that after the ink faded, the brilliant golden color appeared from scratch, becoming weaker and stronger. At first, it only flowed in the small courtyard.
Not long after, it was rising straight into the sky like a wolf smoke. Even if the ink faded and the light of the sun reappeared in the sky, it could not cover it.
"Ouch!"
Suddenly, the white dog let out a threatening growl, and the hair on its body stood up like steel needles. It looked towards the south of the city,
I felt a huge danger.
Yu Jing's reaction was so quick. As he looked around, his pupils couldn't help but shrink. Someone's gaze penetrated many houses and walls.
Looking at this place from half a city away, his eyes are cold and indifferent, like a god sitting in the clouds overlooking the world.
…
…
Thanks to luck, Qin Si's power was comparable to that of a third-level magical power. Her power could almost move the heavens, and her power was leaked out, affecting more than just the inside and outside of the palace.
Even a few streets away, the strong wind was blowing sand and rocks, making it look like a storm was coming.
Even in a restaurant half a city away and next to a residential building, someone noticed something strange.
"The blue bird takes advantage of luck to fly, but this little girl is really brave..."
The small restaurant has been fully booked, and by the window on the third floor, an old man in luxurious clothes is lying on a rocking chair, raising his head slightly.
This is a Taoist who looks very old. He is wearing a Taoist robe made of fine brocade. Under a white jade Taoist crown, his neatly combed beard and hair are all white.
After a faint glance, he couldn't help but admire:
"That boy is so lucky. It's a pity that he has no descendants, but he has delayed the girl..."
On the third floor, there were more than a dozen people accompanying him, but only the old man was lying down and sitting, listening to his words. The others couldn't help but look out the window.
But there are many tall buildings in the northwest city, three stories high and one low. It is impossible to overlook the whole city, and I can't help but feel confused for a moment.
"Master, are you talking about the Northwest King?"
Only one of the younger and handsome female disciples in the first grade seemed to have guessed something:
"Master seems to be very concerned about this Northwest King? A few years ago, you seemed to have made a fortune telling for him. However, you said that he has no descendants..."
This female disciple was very active. She covered her mouth as she spoke and looked around cautiously. She looked at the petite and pretty guest, and the eyes of all the fellow disciples were a little warm.
"You are the only one who is smart."
The old Taoist smiled dotingly.
He stretched out his hand, pulled her into his arms, leaned down, and kissed her for a long time until her whole body softened and her face flushed before he let go:
"Small mouth is sweet~"
"Master~"
The female disciple squealed, covering her face and leaning into his arms.
"Not only did he cut off his descendants, but how many of the masters of magical powers in the past and present have left behind descendants?"
The old Taoist sighed slightly, feeling a little sad.
He studied Taoism when he was young and entered the world in middle age. It has been a hundred years since he came to this world. Not to mention the pleasures of fish and water, he has had more than dozens of confidants.
But to this day, he still has no heirs.
This, of course, is not his problem, but the problem of Daoguo.
Except for very rare magical masters whose magical powers themselves are related to offspring, the vast majority of magical masters are unable to give birth to children...
"ah?"
On the third floor, all the disciples heard this statement for the first time and looked at each other, not knowing what to think.
"Don't think too much. One of you counts, but none of you have the fate of Tao and Fruit. In this life, you can't talk about having many children and grandchildren. If your bloodline can be passed down for hundreds of years, there will naturally be no problem..."
Seemingly sensing the anxiety of the young disciples, the old Taoist couldn't help but comfort him:
"Don't worry, I will take care of you on behalf of the Master Association. A battle between our master and apprentice will not cut off your bloodline..."
"..."
"..."
Looking at Hanyue Sanren, who had white hair and beard and was nearly thirty years old, all the disciples who still had hair on their lips were speechless.
"Ha~"
Suddenly, a chuckle came from downstairs:
"The northwest is a bitter and cold place! Fellow Daoist Hanyue has always been content with pleasure, why did he come back here to suffer?"
"who?"
All the disciples looked slightly tense, Hanyue Sanren already waved his hands:
"Why is the old Taoist here? Does Brother Heishan not know?"
Phew~
Before he finished speaking, an old man with a cold face appeared on the third floor like a ghost. With just a glance, no one dared to make any noise.
"I'm here just to get some things. You shouldn't stop me, and you can't stop me..."
"With eight lifetimes to fight for an immortal, Taoist brother is almost here, but why send an incarnation here? If you fall here, not only will your life be in vain, but you will also have to cultivate for ten years in vain..."
Raising his hand to interrupt the visitor, Taoist Hanyue pointed out the window:
"You know me, and I never lie to others. If you don't believe me, look..."
"Then you underestimate me too much. The Eighth Life Fighting Immortal is perfect, so how can you... huh?!"
The old demon didn't pay much attention at first, but he suddenly noticed something strange. He slowly raised his eyes, his eyes piercing through the walls like lightning, Xiaoban City...
But above the palace, the blood was steaming like clouds, and under the clouds, there seemed to be a golden figure that looked like a human and a monkey.
And the golden light that penetrated like a pillar was caught in his palm like a giant stick. With just one move of the stick, it pushed away thousands of hectares of smoke and dust.
It penetrated the air current and reached the sea of clouds!
Today, there will probably be only one update. Sorry everyone... Good night...