Chapter 466
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Inside a beautifully furnished palace.
A group of beautiful maids held jade plates and presented delicious delicacies.
Such as crabs as big as washbasins, plump and snow-white fish, and prawns with thick arms...
In addition, there are also some dishes such as oysters, scallops, and sixty-six, all with a hint of aura, with various seasonings of different flavors, delicious and delicious.
Ying Que first accompanied Su Yi and others for a banquet, and during the conversation, he also learned the identities of Su Yi and others.
When he learned that Su Yi was from Da Zhou, Ying Que was stunned for a while, as if he couldn't believe it, how could such a remote and small country come out of such a miraculous and extraordinary role as Su Yi.
"I heard that the place where Da Zhou is located is the southern border of Cangqing Continent. Thirty thousand years ago, the first Buddhist holy place in the world, the Prajna Chan Court, was entrenched in that territory. In this Prajna Chan Court, It is said that there is a real dragon enshrined in it, and it has a very strong background."
Ying Que laughed out loud.
He was dressed in a long robe, his temples were frosted white, and his appearance was strange. When his breath was subdued, he did not see a trace of the ferocity that belonged to the spirit-transforming realm demon.
"This Buddhist force does have a real dragon. I went to its ruins and got a drop of real dragon blood, so I dare to predict that this is true."
Su Yi said casually, he was dealing with a crab the size of a washbasin, the crab paste was as white as snow, fragrant and refreshing, and very fresh.
Ying Que was shocked, and a rare frenzy flashed in his eyes, "Fellow Daoist Su, are the ruins still there?"
He is a black dragon, and the existence of a true dragon in his heart is like the ultimate goal that can be sought on the road of cultivation, comparable to a god!
"That place has long since become ruins. If you go looking for it, you will definitely return empty-handed. What's more, a black flood dragon like you, in the genus of flood dragons, although the bloodline talent is first-class, but if you want to really degenerate For a real dragon, it is almost impossible."
As soon as Su Yi said these words, it was like pouring a basin of cold water, which completely extinguished the heat in Ying Que's heart.
He sighed and said with emotion: "The road is difficult, of course, since my generation is determined to be here, we should be brave enough to go up."
After a pause, Ying Que said with a smile: "Besides, fellow Daoist Su didn't say anything to death, proving that although this road to transforming a dragon is almost impossible, there must be a glimmer of hope."
Su Yi nodded and said nothing.
It is far more difficult for the genus of Jiaolong to become a real dragon than for a monk to set foot in the imperial realm.
I don't know how many amazing Flood Dragons have hit this road through the ages, and those who may succeed, almost all only exist in ethereal legends, and even the true and false cannot be confirmed.
Under such circumstances, if he told the truth, Ying Que was afraid that he would not be able to withstand such a blow.
Sometimes it's good to be ignorant and fearless, at least you won't feel the real despair when you are seeking the way...
Three rounds of wine, five flavors of food.
Only then did Ying Que get up and leave the hall with Su Yi.
This shows how wise Ying Que's way of life is. Even if he is anxious to ask Su Yi to help, he is patient. First of all, he invites Su Yi and others to have a dinner, which can not only improve the relationship, but also appear polite and considerate.
Ying Que's move did win Su Yi's favor.
"Father, I brought an expert to help you!"
In a dark and depressing hall covered with heavy bans, as soon as Ying Quefu entered, he fell to his knees, looking excited and sad.
The so-called help is to free his father from "begging to die", which is the real death.
This corresponds to Que, which is naturally a mix of flavors.
Su Yi raised his eyes
Looking at it, I saw a black dragon with a dying breath lying in the depths of the hall. It was more than ten feet long, and its body was like a small hill lying on the ground.
What is shocking is that a sword is inserted above the head of this black flood dragon, and the wounds have dried up with blood.
In the middle of Jiaolong's body, the flesh and blood were blurred, and after it was obviously broken, the wound was sutured.
Undoubtedly, that sword was left by the sword cultivator back then.
And its broken body was cut by the robbery of the dragon!
A wisp of obscure and strange forbidden aura lingered on Hei Jiao's body, allowing Su Yi to judge in an instant that it was the power aura of the dark ancient ban!
As if hearing Ying Que's voice, Hei Jiao's closed eyes opened, dim, full of pain, confusion, tyranny, chaos, and obviously no consciousness.
Immediately, Hei Jiao seemed to be excited, and a hysterical roar roared from his lips:
"Liu Qianxing, this seat is going to kill you! Kill you!!!"
The sound shook the hall, revealing incomparable hatred.
Seeing the black flood dragon struggling to rush over, Ying Que took out a formation plate from his sleeve robe and spun it around abruptly.
boom!
The restraining force covering the surrounding of the hall emerged, like a chain of chains, firmly suppressing the black flood dragon.
"Who is Liu Qianxing?"
Su Yi asked.
Ying Que showed pain and resentment, and said: "This person is the sword cultivator who took the opportunity to sneak attack when my father crossed the calamity of the dragon. This person is an elder of the Tianshu Sword Sect. When he attacked my father, he was killed."
Su Yi was suddenly stunned, no wonder this black Jiao hated Liu Qianxing so much.
He asked: "If I start to destroy the ban on the dark ancient times, your father is afraid that he will not be able to last for a cup of tea, and he will die suddenly. Are you ready?"
Ying Que bowed and saluted, "I have been waiting for thousands of years for this day, and I also ask fellow Daoists to help my father out of his difficulties!"
Su Yi nodded.
Clang!
The Xuanwu Sword fell into Su Yi's palm, and the ethereal sword body braked like the night sky, showing a circle of rippling edges, and vaguely, there seemed to be a phantom of a peerless fierce bird flying across the sword body.
"What a spirit sword!"
Ying Que was shocked, and saw the extraordinaryness of Xuanwu Sword, and even the looming phantom of the sword's body made him feel a dangerous aura.
What kind of ferocious soul is this, the breath is so fierce and terrifying?
Before Ying Que could understand, his body suddenly froze, his skin tingling, and his mental image was severely suppressed by a supreme sword power. The soul almost came out,
What a power this is! ?
With the Spirit Transformation Realm cultivation that he has suppressed for nearly a thousand years, he is enough to look down on today's Great Xia, but at this moment, he is like a tiny ant, fearless and helpless!
Almost at the same time, on Xuanwu's sword, the pattern of the swallowing decree glowed, and a bright and clean glow appeared from the sword.
But what is even more terrifying is a wisp of breath lingering on the sword's edge.
The aura was like a prison, obscure and mysterious, but it had a terrifying might that swept through the ages and dominated the heavens.
It was this breath that made Ying Que beside him feel terrified and terrified.
Swish!
Su Yi slashed with one sword.
Straight like an antelope with its horns hanging on its horns, a wisp of invisible sword energy slashed down, and the black flood dragon let out a helpless roar, trembling, not daring to struggle or resist at all.
But this sword is not aimed at Hei Jiao.
laugh!
A burst of small bursts resounded, and the forbidden power of the dark ancients lingering around the black flood dragon's body, like a rope that was cut off, collapsed inch by inch, and in the blink of an eye, it dissipated.
Almost at the same time, Ying Que, whose mind was suppressed and fell into fear, only felt relieved, and the feeling of hopelessness and helplessness disappeared.
However, as if he was escaping from death, his back was shivering with chills, his face changed completely, and he looked at Su Yi with deep awe.
At this time, Ying Que was completely convinced that Su Yi's words that were full of contempt on the bank of the Broken Dragon Cliff just now, treating him like a prey to be slaughtered, were not false.
This Inedia Realm youth really has the power to kill him!
Thinking of this, Ying Que is more and more glad that he didn't act rashly before, otherwise, the consequences would be no different from courting death.
At this time, the black flood dragon lying on the ground deep in the hall also calmed down a little bit, and in the pair of gloomy eyes, a clear color quietly glowed, as if he had recovered some sanity from the endless darkness.
Clang!
Seeing this scene, Su Yi put away the Xuanwu sword, turned around and walked out of the hall, "Your father's time is running out, you can have a good chat with him."
"Thank you buddy!"
Ying Que bowed deeply, and his attitude has undergone earth-shaking changes.
Before, he was still self-reliant on his identity and moral conduct. Although he was jealous of Su Yi, his attitude was modest and thoughtful, but it was also because of what he wanted from Su Yi.
But now, having seen Su Yi's methods, Ying Que has been completely shocked by the power that Su Yi has mastered, and no longer dares to be disrespectful.
After all, that was the power of the Dark Ancient Forbidden, so he was helpless to exist in such a spiritual realm, and he could only watch his father in the torment of "life is better than death" for countless years.
But under the hands of Su Yi, the power of the Dark Ancient Forbidden was swept away with a single sword!
How could Ying Que not be alarmed, how could he be disrespectful?
"My son, is that you?"
A weak and hoarse voice resounded in the depths of this dark and depressing hall.
Ying Que was shocked, his eyes were red with excitement, he hurried forward, knelt down and kowtowed: "Father, you are finally awake!"
...
huh~
Walking out of the hall, Su Yi let out a long breath.
It is very simple to break the ban on the dark ancients, just cut it with the breath of the Nine Prisons Sword.
However, borrowing the breath of the Nine Prisons Sword consumes a lot of the power of his own soul, and even after a long time, the soul will also suffer backlash and trauma.
"My current spirit power is many times stronger than when I killed Old Demon Lihuo and others in the Chaos Spirit Sea, but even so, when I use the aura of the Nine Prisons Sword, I can only support half of it at most. A quarter of an hour..."
"For more than half a quarter of an hour, if you forcibly borrow it again, it will cause heavy damage to the soul..."
Thinking of this, Su Yi frowned with a hint of helplessness.
This is just an aura that belongs to the Nine Prisons Sword. If you want to really use the Nine Prisons Sword, I don't know how long it will take.
In his previous life, he was called the emperor of the Great Desolate Kyushu, and although he was able to use the Nine Prisons Sword, he could only last for a quarter of an hour.
However, Su Yi has already figured it out. In the future, as long as he can understand the secrets of the Nine Prisons Sword, no matter how high his cultivation level is, he can easily control this sword!
——
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Inside a beautifully furnished palace.
A group of beautiful maids held jade plates and presented delicious delicacies.
Such as crabs as big as washbasins, plump and snow-white fish, and prawns with thick arms...
In addition, there are also some dishes such as oysters, scallops, and sixty-six, all with a hint of aura, with various seasonings of different flavors, delicious and delicious.
Ying Que first accompanied Su Yi and others for a banquet, and during the conversation, he also learned the identities of Su Yi and others.
When he learned that Su Yi was from Da Zhou, Ying Que was stunned for a while, as if he couldn't believe it, how could such a remote and small country come out of such a miraculous and extraordinary role as Su Yi.
"I heard that the place where Da Zhou is located is the southern border of Cangqing Continent. Thirty thousand years ago, the first Buddhist holy place in the world, the Prajna Chan Court, was entrenched in that territory. In this Prajna Chan Court, It is said that there is a real dragon enshrined in it, and it has a very strong background."
Ying Que laughed out loud.
He was dressed in a long robe, his temples were frosted white, and his appearance was strange. When his breath was subdued, he did not see a trace of the ferocity that belonged to the spirit-transforming realm demon.
"This Buddhist force does have a real dragon. I went to its ruins and got a drop of real dragon blood, so I dare to predict that this is true."
Su Yi said casually, he was dealing with a crab the size of a washbasin, the crab paste was as white as snow, fragrant and refreshing, and very fresh.
Ying Que was shocked, and a rare frenzy flashed in his eyes, "Fellow Daoist Su, are the ruins still there?"
He is a black dragon, and the existence of a true dragon in his heart is like the ultimate goal that can be sought on the road of cultivation, comparable to a god!
"That place has long since become ruins. If you go looking for it, you will definitely return empty-handed. What's more, a black flood dragon like you, in the genus of flood dragons, although the bloodline talent is first-class, but if you want to really degenerate For a real dragon, it is almost impossible."
As soon as Su Yi said these words, it was like pouring a basin of cold water, which completely extinguished the heat in Ying Que's heart.
He sighed and said with emotion: "The road is difficult, of course, since my generation is determined to be here, we should be brave enough to go up."
After a pause, Ying Que said with a smile: "Besides, fellow Daoist Su didn't say anything to death, proving that although this road to transforming a dragon is almost impossible, there must be a glimmer of hope."
Su Yi nodded and said nothing.
It is far more difficult for the genus of Jiaolong to become a real dragon than for a monk to set foot in the imperial realm.
I don't know how many amazing Flood Dragons have hit this road through the ages, and those who may succeed, almost all only exist in ethereal legends, and even the true and false cannot be confirmed.
Under such circumstances, if he told the truth, Ying Que was afraid that he would not be able to withstand such a blow.
Sometimes it's good to be ignorant and fearless, at least you won't feel the real despair when you are seeking the way...
Three rounds of wine, five flavors of food.
Only then did Ying Que get up and leave the hall with Su Yi.
This shows how wise Ying Que's way of life is. Even if he is anxious to ask Su Yi to help, he is patient. First of all, he invites Su Yi and others to have a dinner, which can not only improve the relationship, but also appear polite and considerate.
Ying Que's move did win Su Yi's favor.
"Father, I brought an expert to help you!"
In a dark and depressing hall covered with heavy bans, as soon as Ying Quefu entered, he fell to his knees, looking excited and sad.
The so-called help is to free his father from "begging to die", which is the real death.
This corresponds to Que, which is naturally a mix of flavors.
Su Yi raised his eyes
Looking at it, I saw a black dragon with a dying breath lying in the depths of the hall. It was more than ten feet long, and its body was like a small hill lying on the ground.
What is shocking is that a sword is inserted above the head of this black flood dragon, and the wounds have dried up with blood.
In the middle of Jiaolong's body, the flesh and blood were blurred, and after it was obviously broken, the wound was sutured.
Undoubtedly, that sword was left by the sword cultivator back then.
And its broken body was cut by the robbery of the dragon!
A wisp of obscure and strange forbidden aura lingered on Hei Jiao's body, allowing Su Yi to judge in an instant that it was the power aura of the dark ancient ban!
As if hearing Ying Que's voice, Hei Jiao's closed eyes opened, dim, full of pain, confusion, tyranny, chaos, and obviously no consciousness.
Immediately, Hei Jiao seemed to be excited, and a hysterical roar roared from his lips:
"Liu Qianxing, this seat is going to kill you! Kill you!!!"
The sound shook the hall, revealing incomparable hatred.
Seeing the black flood dragon struggling to rush over, Ying Que took out a formation plate from his sleeve robe and spun it around abruptly.
boom!
The restraining force covering the surrounding of the hall emerged, like a chain of chains, firmly suppressing the black flood dragon.
"Who is Liu Qianxing?"
Su Yi asked.
Ying Que showed pain and resentment, and said: "This person is the sword cultivator who took the opportunity to sneak attack when my father crossed the calamity of the dragon. This person is an elder of the Tianshu Sword Sect. When he attacked my father, he was killed."
Su Yi was suddenly stunned, no wonder this black Jiao hated Liu Qianxing so much.
He asked: "If I start to destroy the ban on the dark ancient times, your father is afraid that he will not be able to last for a cup of tea, and he will die suddenly. Are you ready?"
Ying Que bowed and saluted, "I have been waiting for thousands of years for this day, and I also ask fellow Daoists to help my father out of his difficulties!"
Su Yi nodded.
Clang!
The Xuanwu Sword fell into Su Yi's palm, and the ethereal sword body braked like the night sky, showing a circle of rippling edges, and vaguely, there seemed to be a phantom of a peerless fierce bird flying across the sword body.
"What a spirit sword!"
Ying Que was shocked, and saw the extraordinaryness of Xuanwu Sword, and even the looming phantom of the sword's body made him feel a dangerous aura.
What kind of ferocious soul is this, the breath is so fierce and terrifying?
Before Ying Que could understand, his body suddenly froze, his skin tingling, and his mental image was severely suppressed by a supreme sword power. The soul almost came out,
What a power this is! ?
With the Spirit Transformation Realm cultivation that he has suppressed for nearly a thousand years, he is enough to look down on today's Great Xia, but at this moment, he is like a tiny ant, fearless and helpless!
Almost at the same time, on Xuanwu's sword, the pattern of the swallowing decree glowed, and a bright and clean glow appeared from the sword.
But what is even more terrifying is a wisp of breath lingering on the sword's edge.
The aura was like a prison, obscure and mysterious, but it had a terrifying might that swept through the ages and dominated the heavens.
It was this breath that made Ying Que beside him feel terrified and terrified.
Swish!
Su Yi slashed with one sword.
Straight like an antelope with its horns hanging on its horns, a wisp of invisible sword energy slashed down, and the black flood dragon let out a helpless roar, trembling, not daring to struggle or resist at all.
But this sword is not aimed at Hei Jiao.
laugh!
A burst of small bursts resounded, and the forbidden power of the dark ancients lingering around the black flood dragon's body, like a rope that was cut off, collapsed inch by inch, and in the blink of an eye, it dissipated.
Almost at the same time, Ying Que, whose mind was suppressed and fell into fear, only felt relieved, and the feeling of hopelessness and helplessness disappeared.
However, as if he was escaping from death, his back was shivering with chills, his face changed completely, and he looked at Su Yi with deep awe.
At this time, Ying Que was completely convinced that Su Yi's words that were full of contempt on the bank of the Broken Dragon Cliff just now, treating him like a prey to be slaughtered, were not false.
This Inedia Realm youth really has the power to kill him!
Thinking of this, Ying Que is more and more glad that he didn't act rashly before, otherwise, the consequences would be no different from courting death.
At this time, the black flood dragon lying on the ground deep in the hall also calmed down a little bit, and in the pair of gloomy eyes, a clear color quietly glowed, as if he had recovered some sanity from the endless darkness.
Clang!
Seeing this scene, Su Yi put away the Xuanwu sword, turned around and walked out of the hall, "Your father's time is running out, you can have a good chat with him."
"Thank you buddy!"
Ying Que bowed deeply, and his attitude has undergone earth-shaking changes.
Before, he was still self-reliant on his identity and moral conduct. Although he was jealous of Su Yi, his attitude was modest and thoughtful, but it was also because of what he wanted from Su Yi.
But now, having seen Su Yi's methods, Ying Que has been completely shocked by the power that Su Yi has mastered, and no longer dares to be disrespectful.
After all, that was the power of the Dark Ancient Forbidden, so he was helpless to exist in such a spiritual realm, and he could only watch his father in the torment of "life is better than death" for countless years.
But under the hands of Su Yi, the power of the Dark Ancient Forbidden was swept away with a single sword!
How could Ying Que not be alarmed, how could he be disrespectful?
"My son, is that you?"
A weak and hoarse voice resounded in the depths of this dark and depressing hall.
Ying Que was shocked, his eyes were red with excitement, he hurried forward, knelt down and kowtowed: "Father, you are finally awake!"
...
huh~
Walking out of the hall, Su Yi let out a long breath.
It is very simple to break the ban on the dark ancients, just cut it with the breath of the Nine Prisons Sword.
However, borrowing the breath of the Nine Prisons Sword consumes a lot of the power of his own soul, and even after a long time, the soul will also suffer backlash and trauma.
"My current spirit power is many times stronger than when I killed Old Demon Lihuo and others in the Chaos Spirit Sea, but even so, when I use the aura of the Nine Prisons Sword, I can only support half of it at most. A quarter of an hour..."
"For more than half a quarter of an hour, if you forcibly borrow it again, it will cause heavy damage to the soul..."
Thinking of this, Su Yi frowned with a hint of helplessness.
This is just an aura that belongs to the Nine Prisons Sword. If you want to really use the Nine Prisons Sword, I don't know how long it will take.
In his previous life, he was called the emperor of the Great Desolate Kyushu, and although he was able to use the Nine Prisons Sword, he could only last for a quarter of an hour.
However, Su Yi has already figured it out. In the future, as long as he can understand the secrets of the Nine Prisons Sword, no matter how high his cultivation level is, he can easily control this sword!
——
ps: Thanks to book friends 705, Mint, Murphy and other children's shoes for their monthly rewards~
I saw that there are a lot of children's shoes urging updates, um... This weekend is the day after tomorrow. If the goldfish is not busy then, there will be another five watch.
Inside a beautifully furnished palace. A group of beautiful maids held jade plates and presented delicious delicacies. Such as crabs as big as washbasins, plump and snow-white fish, and prawns with thick arms... In addition, there are also some dishes such as oysters, scallops, and sixty-six, all with a hint of aura, with various seasonings of different flavors, delicious and delicious. Ying Que first accompanied Su Yi and others for a banquet, and during the conversation, he also learned the identities of Su Yi and others. When he learned that Su Yi was from Da Zhou, Ying Que was stunned for a while, as if he couldn't believe it, how could such a remote and small country come out of such a miraculous and extraordinary role as Su Yi. "I heard that the place where Da Zhou is located is the southern border of Cangqing Continent. Thirty thousand years ago, the first Buddhist holy place in the world, the Prajna Chan Court, was entrenched in that territory. In this Prajna Chan Court, It is said that there is a real dragon enshrined in it, and it has a very strong background." Ying Que laughed out loud. He was dressed in a long robe, his temples were frosted white, and his appearance was strange. When his breath was subdued, he did not see a trace of the ferocity that belonged to the spirit-transforming realm demon. "This Buddhist force does have a real dragon. I went to its ruins and got a drop of real dragon blood, so I dare to predict that this is true." Su Yi said casually, he was dealing with a crab the size of a washbasin, the crab paste was as white as snow, fragrant and refreshing, and very fresh. Ying Que was shocked, and a rare frenzy flashed in his eyes, "Fellow Daoist Su, are the ruins still there?" He is a black dragon, and the existence of a true dragon in his heart is like the ultimate goal that can be sought on the road of cultivation, comparable to a god! "That place has long since become ruins. If you go looking for it, you will definitely return empty-handed. What's more, a black flood dragon like you, in the genus of flood dragons, although the bloodline talent is first-class, but if you want to really degenerate For a real dragon, it is almost impossible." As soon as Su Yi said these words, it was like pouring a basin of cold water, which completely extinguished the heat in Ying Que's heart. He sighed and said with emotion: "The road is difficult, of course, since my generation is determined to be here, we should be brave enough to go up." After a pause, Ying Que said with a smile: "Besides, fellow Daoist Su didn't say anything to death, proving that although this road to transforming a dragon is almost impossible, there must be a glimmer of hope." Su Yi nodded and said nothing. It is far more difficult for the genus of Jiaolong to become a real dragon than for a monk to set foot in the imperial realm. I don't know how many amazing Flood Dragons have hit this road through the ages, and those who may succeed, almost all only exist in ethereal legends, and even the true and false cannot be confirmed. Under such circumstances, if he told the truth, Ying Que was afraid that he would not be able to withstand such a blow. Sometimes it's good to be ignorant and fearless, at least you won't feel the real despair when you are seeking the way... Three rounds of wine, five flavors of food. Only then did Ying Que get up and leave the hall with Su Yi. This shows how wise Ying Que's way of life is. Even if he is anxious to ask Su Yi to help, he is patient. First of all, he invites Su Yi and others to have a dinner, which can not only improve the relationship, but also appear polite and considerate. Ying Que's move did win Su Yi's favor. "Father, I brought an expert to help you!" In a dark and depressing hall covered with heavy bans, as soon as Ying Quefu entered, he fell to his knees, looking excited and sad. The so-called help is to free his father from "begging to die", which is the real death. This corresponds to Que, which is naturally a mix of flavors. Su Yi raised his eyes Looking at it, I saw a black dragon with a dying breath lying in the depths of the hall. It was more than ten feet long, and its body was like a small hill lying on the ground. What is shocking is that a sword is inserted above the head of this black flood dragon, and the wounds have dried up with blood. In the middle of Jiaolong's body, the flesh and blood were blurred, and after it was obviously broken, the wound was sutured. Undoubtedly, that sword was left by the sword cultivator back then. And its broken body was cut by the robbery of the dragon! A wisp of obscure and strange forbidden aura lingered on Hei Jiao's body, allowing Su Yi to judge in an instant that it was the power aura of the dark ancient ban! As if hearing Ying Que's voice, Hei Jiao's closed eyes opened, dim, full of pain, confusion, tyranny, chaos, and obviously no consciousness. Immediately, Hei Jiao seemed to be excited, and a hysterical roar roared from his lips: "Liu Qianxing, this seat is going to kill you! Kill you!!!" The sound shook the hall, revealing incomparable hatred. Seeing the black flood dragon struggling to rush over, Ying Que took out a formation plate from his sleeve robe and spun it around abruptly. boom! The restraining force covering the surrounding of the hall emerged, like a chain of chains, firmly suppressing the black flood dragon. "Who is Liu Qianxing?" Su Yi asked. Ying Que showed pain and resentment, and said: "This person is the sword cultivator who took the opportunity to sneak attack when my father crossed the calamity of the dragon. This person is an elder of the Tianshu Sword Sect. When he attacked my father, he was killed." Su Yi was suddenly stunned, no wonder this black Jiao hated Liu Qianxing so much. He asked: "If I start to destroy the ban on the dark ancient times, your father is afraid that he will not be able to last for a cup of tea, and he will die suddenly. Are you ready?" Ying Que bowed and saluted, "I have been waiting for thousands of years for this day, and I also ask fellow Daoists to help my father out of his difficulties!" Su Yi nodded. Clang! The Xuanwu Sword fell into Su Yi's palm, and the ethereal sword body braked like the night sky, showing a circle of rippling edges, and vaguely, there seemed to be a phantom of a peerless fierce bird flying across the sword body. "What a spirit sword!" Ying Que was shocked, and saw the extraordinaryness of Xuanwu Sword, and even the looming phantom of the sword's body made him feel a dangerous aura. What kind of ferocious soul is this, the breath is so fierce and terrifying? Before Ying Que could understand, his body suddenly froze, his skin tingling, and his mental image was severely suppressed by a supreme sword power. The soul almost came out, What a power this is! ? With the Spirit Transformation Realm cultivation that he has suppressed for nearly a thousand years, he is enough to look down on today's Great Xia, but at this moment, he is like a tiny ant, fearless and helpless! Almost at the same time, on Xuanwu's sword, the pattern of the swallowing decree glowed, and a bright and clean glow appeared from the sword. But what is even more terrifying is a wisp of breath lingering on the sword's edge. The aura was like a prison, obscure and mysterious, but it had a terrifying might that swept through the ages and dominated the heavens. It was this breath that made Ying Que beside him feel terrified and terrified. Swish! Su Yi slashed with one sword. Straight like an antelope with its horns hanging on its horns, a wisp of invisible sword energy slashed down, and the black flood dragon let out a helpless roar, trembling, not daring to struggle or resist at all. But this sword is not aimed at Hei Jiao. laugh! A burst of small bursts resounded, and the forbidden power of the dark ancients lingering around the black flood dragon's body, like a rope that was cut off, collapsed inch by inch, and in the blink of an eye, it dissipated. Almost at the same time, Ying Que, whose mind was suppressed and fell into fear, only felt relieved, and the feeling of hopelessness and helplessness disappeared. However, as if he was escaping from death, his back was shivering with chills, his face changed completely, and he looked at Su Yi with deep awe. At this time, Ying Que was completely convinced that Su Yi's words that were full of contempt on the bank of the Broken Dragon Cliff just now, treating him like a prey to be slaughtered, were not false. This Inedia Realm youth really has the power to kill him! Thinking of this, Ying Que is more and more glad that he didn't act rashly before, otherwise, the consequences would be no different from courting death. At this time, the black flood dragon lying on the ground deep in the hall also calmed down a little bit, and in the pair of gloomy eyes, a clear color quietly glowed, as if he had recovered some sanity from the endless darkness. Clang! Seeing this scene, Su Yi put away the Xuanwu sword, turned around and walked out of the hall, "Your father's time is running out, you can have a good chat with him." "Thank you buddy!" Ying Que bowed deeply, and his attitude has undergone earth-shaking changes. Before, he was still self-reliant on his identity and moral conduct. Although he was jealous of Su Yi, his attitude was modest and thoughtful, but it was also because of what he wanted from Su Yi. But now, having seen Su Yi's methods, Ying Que has been completely shocked by the power that Su Yi has mastered, and no longer dares to be disrespectful. After all, that was the power of the Dark Ancient Forbidden, so he was helpless to exist in such a spiritual realm, and he could only watch his father in the torment of "life is better than death" for countless years. But under the hands of Su Yi, the power of the Dark Ancient Forbidden was swept away with a single sword! How could Ying Que not be alarmed, how could he be disrespectful? "My son, is that you?" A weak and hoarse voice resounded in the depths of this dark and depressing hall. Ying Que was shocked, his eyes were red with excitement, he hurried forward, knelt down and kowtowed: "Father, you are finally awake!" ... huh~ Walking out of the hall, Su Yi let out a long breath. It is very simple to break the ban on the dark ancients, just cut it with the breath of the Nine Prisons Sword. However, borrowing the breath of the Nine Prisons Sword consumes a lot of the power of his own soul, and even after a long time, the soul will also suffer backlash and trauma. "My current spirit power is many times stronger than when I killed Old Demon Lihuo and others in the Chaos Spirit Sea, but even so, when I use the aura of the Nine Prisons Sword, I can only support half of it at most. A quarter of an hour..." "For more than half a quarter of an hour, if you forcibly borrow it again, it will cause heavy damage to the soul..." Thinking of this, Su Yi frowned with a hint of helplessness. This is just an aura that belongs to the Nine Prisons Sword. If you want to really use the Nine Prisons Sword, I don't know how long it will take. In his previous life, he was called the emperor of the Great Desolate Kyushu, and although he was able to use the Nine Prisons Sword, he could only last for a quarter of an hour. However, Su Yi has already figured it out. In the future, as long as he can understand the secrets of the Nine Prisons Sword, no matter how high his cultivation level is, he can easily control this sword! ps: Thanks to book friends 705, Mint, Murphy and other children's shoes for their monthly rewards~ I saw that there are a lot of children's shoes urging updates, um... This weekend is the day after tomorrow. If the goldfish is not busy then, there will be another five watch.
