??267: Chapter 38: Dragon Descendants’ Secret Treasure (6K)_3
267: Chapter 38: Dragon Descendants’ Secret Treasure (6K)_3
“Politeness…”
Qi Yu shook his head, staring at the Secret Realm entrance, and said with a frown, “She wasn’t here to kill.”
Upon hearing this, Chen Li’s expression also turned grim.
Although the battle had just been brief,
the strength that this woman had unleashed was not to be underestimated…
She could very well be a strong practitioner in the later stages of Grotto Heaven.
Chen Li frowned and said, “Who exactly is this woman?”
When it cos to the Northern Hunt case files, not only does Fang Yuan Workshop investigate.
All major holy lands and noble families will conduct their own investigations as well.
In his mory,
there was absolutely no such person.
“This woman…
is likely not human.”
Qi Yu squatted at the entrance of Snow Mountain, where the Thunder Technique had struck its end.
The air was filled with a faint scent of char.
A shred of a black robe fluttered in the wind and snow, Qi Yu reached out his palm and caught a piece of the ash, his expression growing extrely solemn.
Chen Li’s pupils contracted slightly.
On this fragnt of black robe, there was a smudge of brilliant gold blood.
Qi Yu ran two fingers over it.
The blood, sparked by Primordial Power, emitted a pungent odor in the air.
“Is this…
a demon?”
At this mont, the surrounding disciples couldn’t help but frown.
The concealnt techniques of Demon Cultivators usually use Primordial Energy to hide their demonic essence.
Once the concealnt is broken with a Primordial Energy attack,
the demonic essence overflows!
The demonic essence emanating from this blood was extrely intense, enough to indicate…
the black-robed woman was not rely a Great Demon that had taken on human form, but also had an extrely pure bloodline!
“She might have been hiding near Snow Mountain for so ti already.”
Qi Yu spoke coldly, “This demoness has no idea what’s good for her, daring to crash into a place where a Daoist heir is present…”
The guards around exchanged glances, looking at each other in bewildernt.
This demoness, from the mont she stepped into the array patterns, everything she did was very thodical.
Evidently, she had a plan and headed straight for the Secret Realm.
But since she had been watching for a long ti…
did she not know that there were three exceptional talents within this Secret Realm?
“I will report this matter to the Saint Heir right now with a signal order!”
Chen Li quickly took out the Qiantian Palace signal order to inform them of the assault that had just taken place.
But the next mont,
his hand gripping the signal order beca slightly stiff.
This Secret Realm…
Seems a bit unusual.
The Divine Thought of the Saint Heir had completely vanished on this side of the signal order.
Chen Li cast a somber look at Qi Yu, who understood the implication and vaguely guessed Chen Li’s aning…
Qi Yu silently flipped his palm and tried,
The Taoist signal orders also lost contact.
“Everyone…
there is no need to worry.”
Qi Yu took a deep breath and said solemnly, “We shall continue to guard Snow Mountain, buying so ti for the Daoist Heir.
This demoness…
will surely not have a good end!”
Despite his words, Qi Yu’s heart was filled with trepidation.
Both signal orders had lost connection.
What exactly is inside this Secret Realm?
Is the Daoist Heir still safe?
…
…
“Brother Fang, Brother Yu Wenzhong, are you both still safe?”
“Xie Sheng, I’m unhard.”
“What is this god-forsaken place…
It’s too dark.”
With a whoosh.
The darkness was illuminated by Primordial Fire.
Fang Hang took out a talisman, and upon igniting it, it hung above their heads like a tiny blazing sun.
Together the three shattered the Sword Qi and stepped into the Secret Realm.
They then plumted into boundless darkness.
The array patterns of this Secret Realm contained the Tao Rules of space.
After stepping in, they completely lost their sense of direction…
What was most inconceivable was that natural array patterns containing the Tao Rules of space would often create an “exit” at the original location.
But here.
There was none.
After stepping in, there was no way to turn back.
Fang Hang looked back at the boundless darkness behind him, his expression turning a bit ugly.
Yu Wenzhong stretched out his hand, touching the “boundless darkness” behind him.
“It’s Black Evil!
A thick Black Evil!”
He swore and shook his hand as he released it, “Truly damned bad luck!”
The mont he touched it.
His palm was enveloped in a layer of Black Evil, which consud quite a bit of his Primordial Energy to burn away.
“Where is this place?”
Xie Sheng squinted, looking around.
His Observing Qi Skill was completely useless here.
In all directions, there was only the flow of Black Evil, as if forming a gigantic cage.
Here, the very concept of fortune simply didn’t exist.
“It is said that near the Snow Mountain, there exists an Ancient Battlefield.”
Fang Hang spoke emotionlessly, “The Black Evil is so intense here…
most likely, this is the so-called Ancient Battlefield.”
“Resentful Ghost Ridge?”
Yu Wenzhong paused montarily.
He had heard of this ghastly place; years ago, Qiantian Palace had sent quite a few Cultivators to scour Resentful Ghost Ridge…
The reason for doing so, it was said, stemd from the Sect Leader receiving guidance from the remnant soul of an ancient sage, stating that within this Ancient Battlefield, there lies an ancient Taoist trove belonging to Qiantian Palace—
Unfortunately, they never found anything.
It could be that the fated ti hadn’t arrived yet, and without losing heart, Qiantian Palace would search Resentful Ghost Ridge from ti to ti, scouring the place.
He touched the “Panxuan Mirror” between his eyebrows.
With a hum!
He had never imagined.
That the “Panxuan Mirror” would resonate.
In the narrow space lit by the fire, this treasure mirror imbued with Dragon Blood energy, carrying Yu Wenzhong’s body, stepped in a certain direction.
“Oh?”
Fang Hang raised his eyebrows and said, “Daoist Yu Wenzhong, what is this?”
“My treasure mirror…
seems to have sensed a resonance with a similar essence.”
Yu Wenzhong appeared solemn, not concealing the truth.
“Dragon Blood?” Xie Sheng was astonished.
“Most likely.”
Yu Wenzhong took a deep breath and, following the Panxuan Mirror’s guidance, slowly walked forward.
Fang Hang and Xie Sheng exchanged glances.
The two hesitated no longer, following Yu Wenzhong, moving at a slow pace in the pitch darkness.
However.
After a short while.
All three sensed sothing was amiss…
This peculiar Secret Realm had no light sources, which was one thing, but the Black Evil was extrely dense, almost on the verge of becoming tangible!
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