Chapter 632
The sea fog gradually dissipated, and the moonlight sprinkled on the glazed tiles of the side hall of Qixing Island. In the hall, more than a dozen monks sat around a long black jade table, which was filled with various spiritual objects. Fu Shaoping and Nangong Wan sat in the corner, seemingly nonchalant, but in fact they saw everyone's actions clearly.
Tie Zhan from Canglang Island spoke first. He took out a scarlet crystal from his storage bag and slapped it on the table: "Red Flame Crystal Marrow, exchange it for a defensive weapon of the same level." Tiny flames danced on the surface of the crystal, making the scar on his face look even more hideous.
The Taoist priest with red eyebrows narrowed his eyes and took out a copper shield with tortoise pattern from his sleeve: "Black tortoise shield, third-grade mid-grade." While the two were bargaining, Fu Shaoping noticed that Tie Zhan's left hand was always on his waist, where half of the broken halberd was hidden.
Su Miao from Huanyue Island gently stroked the jade slip in front of her, and her voice under the veil was bewitching: "Phantom Moon Magic Technique, exchange for three silver dragon scales." Her fingertips slid across the surface of the jade slip, and a hazy purple light appeared. Nangong Wan secretly transmitted: "There is a tracking mark in the jade slip."
Ye Qingge from Qingming Island suddenly coughed twice and took out a piece of star-patterned iron from his arms: "Iron from outer space can break the protective qi." Fu Shaoping's pupils shrank slightly. This was exactly what he needed to recast the long sword.
A hoarse voice came from the corner: "Bone-eroding sand, exchange for the Qingxin pendant." Yin Jiu, wrapped in a black robe, pushed out a bag of dark green powder, which automatically condensed into the shape of a venomous snake. When Ye Qingge took off the jade pendant from his waist, Fu Shaoping saw a barely perceptible rune flashing on the back of the jade pendant.
Halfway through the transaction, Lady Lan suddenly took out a crystal bottle: "Thousand-year-old clam pearl liquid can cure all kinds of poisons." Seven drops of silver-white liquid were suspended in the bottle. The golden thread in Nangong Wan's sleeve trembled slightly. This was the key material for her to refine the formation.
Fu Shaoping finally spoke: "Three Purple Palace Thunder Talismans, plus this." He took out a small jade bottle, and the silver blood in the bottle surged. When Ye Qingge took the jade bottle, his fingertips trembled imperceptibly.
When Fu Shaoping got the meteorite iron, he felt Tie Zhan's gaze was like a thorn in his side. Nangong Wan suddenly pressed his wrist and said, "There are three people lying in ambush outside the palace, all of them are in the middle stage of Purple Mansion."
It was almost midnight, and the sea breeze, carrying a salty smell, blew into the hall. Fu Shaoping collected all the proceeds from the transaction and left with Nangong Wan on the pretext of something. They did not go through the main entrance, but crushed the escaping talisman and dived directly into the seabed.
In the cold sea water, Nangong Wan's golden thread was woven into a water-proof shield. After the two of them sank a hundred feet, she suddenly frowned: "Someone is following us." Three strands of purple air were seen entwined outside the shield like living things, which were the veil of Su Miao.
Fu Shaoping sneered, and a silver light flashed in his palm. The shadow of the silver dragon roared and tore the purple air apart, scaring the fish in the deep sea to flee in all directions. A dull explosion sounded in the distance, presumably because the pursuers had triggered the mine array that Nangong Wan had laid in advance.
When the first rays of morning light penetrated the sea, two figures appeared on the reef a hundred miles away. Fu Shaoping spread out his palm, and the meteorite iron shone coldly in the sun. Nangong Wan was counting the gains, and suddenly he exclaimed: "There is something wrong with the jade pendant."
The golden thread on her fingertips pierced the Qingxin pendant given by Ye Qingge, and the jade pendant shattered, revealing a small transparent insect curled up inside. The insect disappeared when it saw the light, but it chirped sharply towards the east before disappearing.
“Soul-chasing Gu.” Nangong Wan crushed the insect corpse. “It seems that the owner of Qingming Island is not as upright as he appears.”
Fu Shaoping looked at the sky, which was turning pale, and slowly tightened his grip on the meteorite iron. The sea breeze lifted the corner of his bloodstained clothes, revealing a new crack on the long sword at his waist.
A touch of scarlet appeared at the junction of the sea and the sky. Fu Shaoping stood on the reef, and his fingertips slowly stroked the cracks on the long sword. Nangong Wan suddenly pressed his wrist, and the golden thread flowed out from his sleeve, forming a fine net on the blade.
"Although meteorite iron is good, it needs to be tempered by the 'Mysterious Ice Spring' to exert its true power." The golden thread on her fingertips suddenly straightened and pointed to the northeast. "There is a cold spring fluctuation three hundred miles away, but..."
Before he finished speaking, several water columns suddenly exploded on the sea surface. Five black-robed monks came over on the waves, with seven stars embroidered on their chests. The leader took off his hood, revealing Ye Qingge's gentle face, but at this moment his eyes were filled with a strange green light.
"Fellow Daoist Fu left in a hurry and forgot to take the cold jade key for quenching." Ye Qingge held an ice crystal key in his palm, and a black thread was flowing inside the key. "Why don't you come with me to Qingming Island for a short stay?"
Before Fu Shaoping drew his sword, a silver-white dragon shadow rose up around him. Nangong Wan suddenly threw out seven golden nails and nailed them into the reef under his feet. The moment the golden nails hit the stone, the whole reef emerged with a complex array pattern - it was the "Reverse Seven Stars Array" that she had formed with the Xuanming Jiao scales she had exchanged at the trade fair.
"The mother insect of the Soul-Chasing Gu is in the key." When Nangong Wan transmitted the message, the array pattern had already turned into a light curtain and rose up, "They are not the real Ye Qingge."
The black-robed people suddenly laughed strangely, their skin melted like wax, revealing the wriggling black slime inside. Fu Shaoping finally unsheathed his long sword, and the silver light slashed through the monster in front, but the slime regrouped after the blade passed.
"It's the Sea Demon Sect's incarnation puppet!" Nangong Wan activated the formation, and countless golden threads shot out from the light curtain. The golden threads penetrated the slime monster's body, bringing out wisps of purple air - it was the tracking mark on Su Miao's jade slip.
The real Ye Qingge was standing on the cloud ship ten miles away, the compass needle in his hand trembling violently. He suddenly crushed the communication talisman and said to the shadow behind him: "Inform the leader that the descendant of the Silver Dragon has figured out the first level of the situation."
The battle on the reef was already intense. Fu Shaoping suddenly sheathed his sword and crushed the bottle of thousand-year-old clam pearl liquid with his left hand. The silvery liquid spilled on the blade, and the long sword was instantly covered with frost. When the seventh slime monster pounced on him, he turned around and drew his sword, and the blade light was like a crescent moon across the sea.
"Silver Dragon Frost Sky Slash!"
The monster that was cut was instantly frozen, and Nangong Wan took the opportunity to detonate the Reverse Seven Star Formation. In the air wave of the explosion, the frozen monster shattered into ice crystals all over the ground, and each ice crystal contained a wisp of struggling purple air.
The scarlet between the sea and the sky became more and more intense. Fu Shaoping knelt on one knee, and the frost on the blade was melting - the forced fusion of two opposing spiritual powers made his meridians burn like fire. Nangong Wan drew out a wisp of black air from the dragon scales, and his face suddenly changed: "The Sea Demon Sect is collecting the blood of the silver dragon, they want to revive."
Suddenly, a shrill roar of a dragon came from the deep sea. The reefs under their feet began to collapse, and countless pairs of scarlet eyes emerged from the sea. Fu Shaoping wiped the blood from his lips, looked at the vortex that was swallowing the ice crystals, and suddenly laughed: "It turns out that the Xuanming dragon didn't escape far."
Nangong Wan had already cast a flying talisman, and the golden threads intertwined under the feet of the two people to form a lotus platform. When the first tentacle covered with suction cups broke through the water, the lotus platform soared into the air. Fu Shaoping took a last look at the meteorite iron that sank into the vortex, and threw the long knife towards the center of the vortex.
The moment the knife entered the whirlpool, a painful roar came from the deep sea. On Ye Qingge's cloud ship, the compass "cracked" and broke into two pieces. He looked at the water column rising into the sky in the distance and muttered to himself: "The silver dragon is crying blood and the catastrophe is about to begin."
On an unknown deserted island three hundred miles away, Fu Shaoping took the new knife from Nangong Wan. This knife blank, which was made temporarily with materials from the trade fair, was full of cracks, but it faintly shone with the luster of meteorite iron. Nangong Wan was using gold thread to repair his broken meridians, and suddenly looked up: "The Seven Star Alliance doesn't want the Silver Dragon Kung Fu." "It's dragon blood." Fu Shaoping held the new knife tightly, and the blade reflected his blood-stained pupils, "They want to open the seabed." Before he finished speaking, the reef group on the east side of the deserted island suddenly collapsed, revealing half of a huge bronze door covered with moss.
The waves hit the huge bronze door, and ancient dragon patterns appeared on the mottled door. Fu Shaoping stared at the dark red liquid seeping out of the crack in the door. It was dragon blood that had solidified for thousands of years. Nangong Wan's golden thread formed a detection formation in front of the door, and suddenly it trembled violently.
"There are seven seals on the door, corresponding to the seven stars." Three of the golden threads on her fingertips suddenly broke, "The last seal is alive."
The dragon pattern on the bronze door suddenly turned its eyes, and the whole door made a tooth-grinding creaking sound. Fu Shaoping held the new knife across his chest, and the cracks on the blade began to ooze silver light. A dull vibration came from the bottom of the sea, as if some giant monster was waking up.
"Back off!" Fu Shaoping violently pulled Nangong Wan over. The beach where they were standing suddenly collapsed, and five tentacles covered with suction cups broke out of the ground. The eyes on the tentacles opened at the same time, and the pupils reflected the seven-star pattern - the Seven Star Alliance logo that they had seen before at the trade fair.
Nangong Wan threw out twelve golden nails and drove them into the joints of the tentacles. When the tentacles shrank in pain, she suddenly widened her eyes: "This is not a sea beast, it is the leader's life-saving magic weapon, the Seven Star Lock!"
The huge bronze door burst open, and the fishy wind swept out with ancient whispers. Inside the door stood an old man with disheveled hair. His hands were pierced by seven chains, and the other ends of the chains were connected to those tentacles. The old man raised his head to reveal his rotten face, and laughed hoarsely in his throat: "Silver Dragon Bloodline. I've finally been waiting for it."
Fu Shaoping's pupils suddenly shrank. The old man was wearing the same Qingming Island clothing as Ye Qingge, but on the lapel was embroidered eight stars in a row - one more star than the current leader.
"The last leader, Mo Canghai?" Nangong Wan's golden threads formed a defensive formation in the air. "Twenty years ago, it was rumored that you were possessed by a demon."
The chains on the old man suddenly straightened, and tears and blood flowed from the eyes on the tentacles. Fu Shaoping's new knife suddenly vibrated on its own, and the fragments of meteorite iron on the blade fell off one after another, forming an incomplete star map in the air.
"They use me to raise poisonous insects." Every time Mo Canghai spoke a word, several purple-black poisonous insects crawled out of his mouth. "The Seven Star Alliance has long been infiltrated by the Sea Demon Sect. The real seal is..."
Before he finished speaking, a bloody hole suddenly appeared in his chest. A short sword with seven-star patterns pierced his heart from behind. Ye Qingge walked out of the shadows holding the sword, with a gentle smile on his face: "Uncle Master, you talk too much."
Fu Shaoping's new sword suddenly let out a dragon's roar and flew into the bronze door. Behind the door was an endless staircase, each step soaked in sticky dragon blood. At the end of the staircase, an altar surrounded by seven coiled dragon pillars could be vaguely seen, with half a broken dragon ball suspended on the altar.
"The silver dragon's reverse scale is in the dragon ball!" Nangong Wan suddenly understood, "They want to use your blood to complete the dragon ball!"
Ye Qingge's short sword had turned into seven streams of light. Fu Shaoping grabbed two sword lights with his bare hands. His palms were cut into a bloody mess, but he grinned: "Thank you for leading the way." He suddenly rushed towards the bronze door, and the shadow of the silver dragon appeared behind him.
When Nangong Wan's golden thread formed a huge net to block the pursuers, he suddenly found that all the sand on the beach had turned into tiny poisonous insects. The real killer move came from underground - seven purple mansion puppets broke out of the ground, and the familiar purple air was beating in the dantian of each puppet.
"All the spiritual objects at the trade fair are traps!" She finally understood that those tracking marks, arsenopyrite, and even meteorite iron were all sacrifices prepared for this moment.
Inside the bronze door, Fu Shaoping ran wildly on the dragon blood stairs. Ye Qingge's twisted roar came from behind him: "Do you think the silver dragon bloodline is a gift? It's a curse! Back then..."
The stairs suddenly collapsed. The moment Fu Shaoping fell into the blood pool, the half dragon ball on the altar suddenly emitted a dazzling silver light. He saw clearly inside the dragon ball - there was a shadow curled up that looked exactly like him, but that shadow had dragon horns on its forehead and its eyes were as red as blood.
"I see." Fu Shaoping laughed in the blood, letting the silver light of the dragon ball engulf him, "I am the final seal!"
Blood surged, and Fu Shaoping's body shattered in the silver light. Nangong Wan's golden threads suddenly broke, and she spat out a mouthful of blood, but she saw the fallen meteorite iron fragments flowing upstream, forming a complete star map above the blood pool.
"Stupid dragon!" She suddenly pulled out a jade hairpin from her hair. This was the real thing she had exchanged at the trade fair - the "Breakthrough Needle" left by the ancient array cultivator. When the jade hairpin pierced her forehead, dragon patterns that originated from the bronze giant gate appeared all over her body.
Fu Shaoping suddenly opened his eyes at the bottom of the blood pool. His pupils had turned into upright dragon pupils, and in his hand there was a long sword condensed from starlight. Wherever the sword light passed, the seven dragon pillars collapsed at the same time, revealing the seven silver dragon skeletons sealed in the pillars.
"So you hid the reverse scale here." Fu Shaoping's voice had a double echo, with his own voice mixed with the ancient dragon roar. The half dragon ball on the altar trembled violently and suddenly flew to his forehead.
Ye Qingge finally showed a look of horror: "You actually took the initiative to accept the dragon soul?!" He suddenly turned the seven-star dagger in his hand, intending to commit suicide. But the sword tip was corroded by the dragon blood before it touched his throat, turning into a pool of smelly black water.
Nangong Wan's boundary-breaking needle was completely sunken in between her eyebrows. She floated to Fu Shaoping's side and put her hand on his chest: "Back then, the Silver Dragon Clan sealed themselves here to suppress the sea monsters. The so-called curse is just..."
"It's a voluntary protection." When Fu Shaoping answered, the dragon blood stairs began to collapse. The steps soaked in blood stood up one after another, and they turned out to be huge dragon scales. The entire bronze gate roared, and a complete silver dragon relief appeared on the door frame.
Suddenly, a thunderous roar came from the bottom of the sea. Seven tentacles broke out of the sea, and a golden vertical pupil opened on each tentacle - this was the real body of the sea monster. Ye Qingge's body melted like wax, revealing countless tangled black nematodes inside.
Fu Shaoping raised his sword to the sky, and the silver light of the dragon ball merged with the starlight sword. When the sea monster's tentacles slapped down, Nangong Wan suddenly smiled. She crushed the Xuanming Jiao scales that had been hidden in her sleeves, and the scales turned into black mist and wrapped around the two of them.
"Do you think I really want to get the dragon scales for armor?" Her voice was cunning in the black fog. "This is the engagement token that the silver dragon gave to the Xuanming Jiao back then-"
The tentacles of the sea monster ignited silver fire the moment they touched the black fog. Fu Shaoping's long sword finally slashed out, and the blade light did not chop at the sea monster, but slashed at the huge bronze door. The silver dragon relief on the door shattered, revealing the real starry sky behind the door. (End of this chapter)