Chapter 634
Fu Shaoping stepped barefoot on the wet reef, the silver dragon tattoo on his spine glowing light blue. The tide broke into pearl-like waves at his feet, and every drop of seawater vaporized the moment it touched his skin, forming a lingering white mist. The dragon bone knife he held in his backhand drew a mysterious trajectory on the sea surface, and tiny lightning jumped on the crest of the wave where the blade passed.
On the beach thirty feet away, the golden lines on Nangong Wan's fingertips formed a complex star map. She closed her eyes and sensed the spiritual energy fluctuations caused by each of Fu Shaoping's sword techniques. Suddenly, she frowned and flicked her fingers, and three golden lines shot out, accurately passing through the three flaws in Fu Shaoping's sword moves.
"When you turn the seventh move, the dragon energy is stagnant." Her voice was mixed in the sea breeze, but the golden thread had already wrapped around Fu Shaoping's wrist, guiding him to adjust the angle of the knife. Fu Shaoping turned around, and the knife light poured down like a galaxy, splitting the entire sea surface into a gully of ten feet. The moment the sand and rocks on the seabed were exposed, Nangong Wan suddenly threw out all the golden threads, weaving a golden net on both sides of the gully - three transparent water spirits were caught in the net.
The scorching sun at noon scorched the black sand beach. Fu Shaoping sat cross-legged in the shade of a coconut tree, with the water essence floating in his palm. The silver-blue dragon energy wrapped around the crystal like a living thing, tempering it into three prisms. Nangong Wan's golden thread was drawing a formation on the sand, and each line was flashing with a different color of spiritual light.
"The Beidou Xuanji formation lacks the position of heavenly power." Fu Shaoping suddenly spoke, his dragon pupil reflecting the pattern on the sand. Nangong Wan bit her fingertips, and a drop of blood fell into the center of the formation, but the entire formation suddenly twisted and exploded. At the moment when the air wave lifted the sand and dust, Fu Shaoping flashed in front of her, and the dragon pattern on his back lit up, absorbing all the backlash.
The hot spring at dusk was filled with the smell of sulfur. Nangong Wan's golden thread was faintly visible in the mist, applying medicine to the dragon pattern on Fu Shaoping's back. When her fingertips ran over the raised patterns, the golden thread suddenly wrapped around his waist uncontrollably. Fu Shaoping's muscles suddenly tensed up, and the surface of the hot spring water moved without wind, with fine ripples.
"The seal in your spiritual vein has loosened." Nangong Wan suddenly said, and the golden thread penetrated into Fu Shaoping's Dantian Qi Sea. The two groaned at the same time - her life-giving golden thread touched the black gas wrapped in silver light. The hot spring began to boil, and countless bubbles reflected a colorful halo. Fu Shaoping held her wrist with his backhand, and his dragon pupils completely turned into vertical lines: "Don't look."
When the night was as dark as ink, the two of them lay side by side on the platform at the top of the sea cave. Nangong Wan's golden thread wove a miniature star map in the night sky, while Fu Shaoping used the tip of a knife to carve today's insights on the rock. When a meteor streaked across the sky, he suddenly pressed down Nangong Wan's hand that was forming a seal: "Someone has triggered the barrier outside the island."
Nangong Wan's golden thread instantly stretched straight like a string, pointing to the southeast sea. Under the moonlight, more than a dozen sailboats flying the seven-star flag were tearing through the fog, and the compass in the hands of the monk at the bow emitted a dazzling red light, pointing directly to their location. The dragon pattern on Fu Shaoping's back began to ooze silver-blue blood beads, condensing into ancient dragon characters on the reef - "war".
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Suddenly, a crisp sound of metal hitting stone came from the cracks of the sea cliff. Fu Shaoping's dragon bone knife was stuck in the crack of the rock and trembled endlessly. The dragon scale pattern on the blade turned scarlet - this was a sign of sensing high-level spiritual pressure. Nangong Wan's golden thread climbed along the rock wall, and suddenly straightened in the moss-covered area. The end of the thread sank into the void, causing ripples like water waves.
"Boundary." She hooked her fingertips, and 360 golden threads emerged from her sleeves, outlining a hemispherical transparent barrier in the air. Tadpole-shaped ancient runes floated on the surface of the barrier, and whenever the golden threads touched it, purple lightning exploded, splitting the nearby reefs into powder.
Fu Shaoping ran his fingers over the blade, and the silver-blue dragon blood seeped into the blade. When the tip of the blade pierced into the barrier, the runes suddenly wriggled and reorganized like living things, transforming into the Nine Palaces and Eight Diagrams formation. Nangong Wan's gold thread immediately divided into three groups: one group pinned the Zhen position thunder pattern, one group wrapped around the Li position fire symbol, and the last group was suspended without firing.
"The virtual image of the Kan position." Fu Shaoping's dragon pupils shrank suddenly, and the blade suddenly turned to the seemingly empty lower right corner. The moment the dragon bone knife and the golden thread hit the void at the same time, the barrier exploded like glass, revealing the deep cave behind. On the rusty bronze door, two gluttonous eyes were rotating, and they were actually a talisman made from the eyes of a living dragon.
The sea breeze suddenly stopped, and even the waves froze. Nangong Wan's golden threads intertwined into a web in front of the barrier, and each thread glowed faintly, clinging to the invisible barrier like spider silk. She closed her eyes and concentrated, her fingertips trembling slightly, and the golden threads followed, outlining the flow trajectory of the runes on the barrier.
Fu Shaoping stood with his sword in his arms, his silver dragon tattoo glowing slightly, his dragon pupils closely following her movements. He knew that Nangong Wan's deduction technique was extremely mentally exhausting, and if he was not careful, he would be backlashed.
"Nine Palaces and Eight Trigrams, Kan position hides emptiness." Nangong Wan whispered to herself, her voice like the wind blowing through the strings of a zither. Her golden thread sometimes tightened, sometimes relaxed, as if she was competing with an invisible force. Suddenly, a trace of blood oozed from the corner of her mouth, but she still did not open her eyes, just a flick of her fingertips, and the three golden threads broke and turned into ashes and drifted away.
Fu Shaoping frowned, his dragon bone knife trembling slightly, as if he wanted to help, but he forced himself to hold back.
"Don't move." Nangong Wan's voice was calm and firm. Her golden thread changed again, forming a miniature formation in her palm. The light and shadow in the formation flowed, reflecting the core of the barrier - a green jade seal embedded in the void, engraved with ancient dragon secret words.
"Two things are needed." She finally opened her eyes, a golden light flashed in her eyes, and her voice sounded a little tired.
"Speak." Fu Shaoping responded briefly.
"First, dragon blood leads the way. Your silver dragon bloodline can deceive the perception of the barrier, but it requires three drops of blood, which should be dropped on the three centers of the formation: Kan, Li, and Zhen." She pointed to the three faint spots of light on the barrier.
Fu Shaoping did not hesitate. The blade slashed across his palm, and the silver-blue dragon blood slid down the spine of the blade, condensing without dispersing.
"Second, the dragon eye breaks the barrier. The Taotie ring on the bronze door can only be opened with a magic weapon made from the eyes of a living dragon." She paused, her eyes becoming serious, "but the dragon eye has long been extinct, unless..."
Fu Shaoping sneered, and the dragon bone knife made a buzzing sound. The dragon scale patterns on the blade seemed to come alive, and a faint dragon roar could be heard.
“Unless you use dragon energy to simulate dragon breath and deceive the suppression device.” He took over the conversation, with fighting spirit rising in his eyes.
Nangong Wan nodded, and put the golden thread back into her sleeve, leaving only one strand wrapped around her fingertips. She gently scratched it, and a thin crack appeared in the void, revealing the cold air in the cave.
"After three breaths, the barrier is at its weakest. You use the dragon blood to break the formation, and I will use the gold thread to tamper with the runes and force open a passage." She spoke quickly, and her fingertips had already begun to form seals. The gold thread moved like a spirit snake, carving complex spell patterns in the air.
Fu Shaoping said no more, and slashed out with the dragon bone knife, and the silver-blue dragon blood turned into three streams of light, accurately hitting the center of the formation. The barrier shook violently, the runes began to crack, and the purple lightning counterattacked crazily, but was cut off one by one by Nangong Wan's golden thread.
"Now!" She shouted, and the golden thread suddenly stretched straight, like a sharp arrow piercing into the core of the barrier. Fu Shaoping flashed, and the dragon bone knife chopped the bronze door directly. Before the blade arrived, the dragon roared first, and it really simulated the roar of a dragon.
The eyes of the Taotie dragon holding the ring trembled violently, and finally there was a "click" sound, and the bronze door slowly opened a crack.
The cold air in the cave surged out like a tide, making the two men's robes rustle, but neither of them took a step back.
The moment the bronze door slowly opened, a strange smell of decay and spiritual medicine hit him. Fu Shaoping held his sword in front of him, and the silver dragon tattoo glowed faintly, pushing the cold air back three feet. Nangong Wan's golden thread penetrated into the darkness like a snake, and the end of the thread lit up with tiny stars, illuminating the scene in the cave——
The four walls were inlaid with long-faded night pearls, the ground was paved with whole pieces of obsidian, and twisted runes were engraved on each stone slab. From the ceiling of the cave hung spider-web-like chains, at the end of which hung seven mummies, each with a bronze nail nailed between its eyebrows.
"It's a corpse puppet guarding the tomb." The golden thread on Nangong Wan's fingertips trembled slightly, "He was at least a Jindan cultivator when he was alive. He was refined into a puppet alive and wakes up when he sees blood." Fu Shaoping's dragon pupils shrank slightly, and the tip of the knife picked up a piece of gravel on the ground and flicked it towards the nearest mummy. The moment the stone touched the corpse, the mummy suddenly raised its head, and a green ghost fire burned in the empty eye sockets.
"Qiang——"
The dragon bone knife collided with the sudden attacking bone claw, sparks flew everywhere. The corpse puppet moved incredibly fast, revealing its metallic bones under its rotten robes. Nangong Wan's golden thread immediately wrapped around the corpse puppet's limbs, but the thread was suddenly covered with gray frost - the corpse puppet was actually consuming spiritual power!
"Back off!" Fu Shaoping spun around and slashed out a half-moon-shaped blade. The silver-blue dragon pattern followed the blade's momentum and cut the three corpses in half. There was no bleeding at the fracture, but instead a foul-smelling black mist gushed out.
Nangong Wan suddenly bit his index finger and drew a bloody talisman in the air: "Borrow the power of heaven and earth, burn the evil with sparks!" The golden thread ignited as soon as it was touched by blood, and turned into thirty-six fire lines that shot towards the chains on the top of the cave. The flames spread along the chains, and the seven corpses roared at the same time, and they were burned with crackling sounds.
Fu Shaoping took the opportunity to charge forward, and stabbed the most burly corpse puppet in the center with the dragon bone knife. The moment the tip of the knife touched the bronze nail, the whole cave suddenly shook, and spider web-like cracks appeared on the obsidian ground.
"Below is..." Nangong Wan's golden thread probed into the crack and suddenly stretched straight, "Blood Pool!"
The crack collapsed, revealing a circular pool of blood with a diameter of ten feet. Countless bones floated in the sticky blood. On the stone platform in the center of the pool was a black ice coffin, with the four bloody words "Defy the Heaven and Change Fate" engraved on the coffin lid.
The dragon pattern on Fu Shaoping's back suddenly burned with pain, and the silver-blue blood dripped into the blood pool, causing the entire pool of blood to boil. The black ice coffin made a tooth-grinding friction sound, and the coffin lid was slowly sliding open.
"It's not a coffin." Nangong Wan's golden thread formed a barrier in front of the coffin, "It's an alchemy furnace!"
There was no corpse in the coffin, only a dancing purple-black flame, with half of a broken golden elixir faintly visible in the center of the flame. Fu Shaoping suddenly pressed his temple, and his dragon pupils shrank violently - he heard the dragon clan's wail coming from the flame.
Nangong Wan grabbed his wrist fiercely: "Don't look! That's..."
Before he finished speaking, the bones in the blood pool suddenly assembled into nine complete skeletons, with blood-colored threads wrapped around the joints of each skeleton. The last skeleton slowly raised its head, and a hoarse voice rang out as its jaw opened and closed:
"Those who trespass into the master's alchemy room will be punished by the furnace!"
The purple-black flames in the bronze coffin suddenly surged, and nine skeletons rose into the air on the blood waves. The leading skeleton spread his arms, and three blood-colored spiritual patterns appeared between the white bones.
"The Blood Evil Sect's Three Yin Soul-Slaying Technique." Nangong Wan returned to defense and formed a star array in front of him, "Be careful of its blood flames, bone-melting poison mist, and soul-stealing magic sound."
Before he finished speaking, the spiritual pattern on the skeleton's left arm lit up, and it opened its mouth to spray out a foul-smelling blood mist. Fu Shaoping turned around and swung his sword, and the silver dragon sword energy split the blood mist in half, but the blood mist that was cut suddenly condensed into countless fine needles, shooting at him like a rainstorm!
"Ding ding ding——"
Nangong Wan threw out seventy-two golden threads, weaving a dense net in front of the two. The blood needle hit the golden thread and made a sound of metal clashing, and wisps of green smoke came out of the corroded thread.
"What a domineering blood poison!" Her fingertips trembled slightly, and the broken golden thread fell to the ground and ignited, turning into a wall of fire that temporarily forced back the skeleton.
The spiritual pattern on the right arm of the skeleton lit up immediately, and a bone-white bell flew out of the chest. As the bell swung lightly, the entire blood pool boiled and surged, and the bones at the bottom of the pool combined into three giant bone hands to grab at it!
Fu Shaoping's dragon pupils suddenly shrank, and the silver dragon pattern on his back completely awakened. He bit his tongue and sprayed it on the blade, and the dragon bone knife suddenly burst into a three-foot silver light: "Break!"
The knife light poured down like a galaxy, chopping the bone hand into pieces. But the broken bones turned into black sand as soon as they fell to the ground, and thousands of red centipedes emerged from the sand. Nangong Wan immediately made a hand gesture, and the golden thread formed the virtual image of the Eight Diagrams Furnace in the air: "Leave the fire to burn the evil!"
The moment the flames engulfed the centipedes, the last spiritual pattern of the skeleton lit up. It took off its own skull and held it high, and two gray lights shot out from its empty eye sockets. Fu Shaoping was about to swing his knife to block, when the screams of thousands of wronged souls suddenly rang in his mind -
"Ah!" He knelt on one knee, silver-blue blood seeping out of his seven orifices. The silver dragon pattern swam wildly, but could not break free of the gray fog that entangled his soul.
Nangong Wan immediately bit his index finger and used blood as ink to draw seven soul-calming talismans in the air. The gold thread wrapped around the blood talisman pierced into the acupuncture points on Fu Shaoping's body, and shouted: "The dragon returns to the purple palace, and the soul guards the spirit platform!"
The silver dragon pattern let out a long, earth-shattering roar, finally tearing apart the gray fog. Fu Shaoping panted and looked up, only to see that the skeleton had reassembled its body, and a white bone banner appeared behind it. The banner was embroidered with hundreds of painful human faces with hair, and it was the Blood Evil Sect's most precious treasure - the Ten Thousand Soul Devouring Heart Banner!
"It's you!" Fu Shaoping laughed in anger, "The traitor elder who massacred the Qinglin Jiaolong lineage three hundred years ago!"
The skeleton's jaw opened and closed, and it let out a hoarse laugh: "The bloodline of the little silver dragon that was not killed back then." As the bone banner waved, nine vengeful dragon souls rose from the blood pool, each of which was entangled in a chain-like blood curse.
Nangong Wan suddenly swung out his life-long golden thread and wrapped it around Fu Shaoping's wrist: "Let me lend you my dragon blood!" The thread instantly absorbed three drops of blood and turned into a golden and red rope that tied up the white bone banner.
"Now!" She spat out a mouthful of blood, and the golden thread suddenly ignited with purple-gold flames. Fu Shaoping took the opportunity to leap into the air, and the dragon bone knife and the silver dragon pattern merged into one, turning into a ten-foot-long dragon-shaped knife aura and slashing down -
"boom!"
The moment the sword shattered the bone banner, the nine dragon ghosts suddenly attacked their master and tore the skeleton into pieces. The blood pool shook violently, and the purple-black flame in the black ice coffin suddenly extinguished, revealing half of a golden elixir covered with cracks. (End of this chapter)