Chapter 635
Nangong Wan staggered and held onto the stone platform: "It refined its innate golden elixir into the core of a corpse puppet." Before she finished speaking, a beam of blood suddenly shot out from the golden elixir fragments and went straight to her forehead!
Fu Shaoping dodged and blocked the way ahead, the silver dragon pattern automatically protected the master and formed a light shield. However, the blood light suddenly turned when it approached, and was about to penetrate into his dragon pattern wound!
"Don't even think about it!" Nangong Wan tore off the three golden life lines, and the ends of the lines bit the blood like a poisonous snake. As the two forces stabbed, Fu Shaoping suddenly stabbed his shoulder with a backhand knife - the silver-blue dragon blood poured on the blood, making a "hissing" sound like a branding iron entering the flesh.
The blood was eventually refined by the dragon blood, and the golden elixir was completely shattered. The entire cave began to collapse, and countless cracks appeared on the obsidian ground.
"Let's go!" Fu Shaoping grabbed half of the golden elixir fragment, hugged the exhausted Nangong Wan and rushed to the exit. Behind them came the roar of the blood pool exploding, and the air wave blew the two out of the bronze door.
Outside the bronze door, Fu Shaoping half-knelt on the ground, the light of the silver dragon tattoo gradually dimmed, and dragon blood dripped down his arm, spreading a dark blue on the wet reef. Nangong Wan leaned against the rock wall, the golden thread on his fingertips was dim, obviously over-consumed.
"That corpse puppet... was at least a Nascent Soul cultivator when he was alive." She panted, her eyes sweeping into the depths of the cave, "He was able to refine the golden elixir into the core of the corpse puppet. This person must be ruthless."
Fu Shaoping stood up, holding the dragon bone knife in front of him, the silver light on the blade still gleaming. He stared into the depths of the cave, his dragon pupils glowing slightly in the darkness: "The remnants of the Blood Evil Sect... should have died three hundred years ago."
Inside the cave, the blood pool had dried up, the black ice coffin was completely broken, and only half of the broken golden elixir fragments were left, which Fu Shaoping collected. The night-light pearls on the surrounding walls had long since dimmed, and only a few ancient bronze lamps were still burning faintly. The wicks were actually the tendons of some monsters, and the flames showed a strange green color.
Nangong Wan's golden thread gently extended, outlining the flow trajectory of spiritual energy in the air: "There is something deep in the cave... The fluctuation of spiritual energy is very obscure, but it is more dangerous than the corpse puppet."
Fu Shaoping sneered, and the dragon bone knife trembled slightly: "No matter how dangerous it is, it is just a dead object."
The two walked along the obsidian corridor. The walls were engraved with ancient runes, some of which were already blurred, while others still flashed a faint bloody light. At the end of the corridor was a bronze door with a pattern of nine entwined dragons carved on it. The dragon's eyes were inlaid with black gems that seemed to be able to swallow light.
Nangong Wan's golden thread gently touched the crack of the door, and suddenly tightened: "There is a restriction on the door. Breaking it forcibly will trigger a killing formation."
Fu Shaoping stared at the dragon pattern on the door, his pupils narrowed slightly: "Is this... a dragon clan seal?"
"Not entirely." Nangong Wan shook his head. "It is a restriction that has been improved by the Blood Demon Sect. It uses the blood of a dragon as a guide. If you force your way through it, the restriction will backfire on the person who broke through it."
Fu Shaoping was silent for a moment, then suddenly raised his hand, condensed a drop of silver-blue dragon blood on his fingertips, and gently pressed it on the crack of the door: "Since we use dragon blood as a guide... let's see, is my blood stronger, or is its restriction harder."
The moment the dragon blood seeped into the bronze door, the entire door trembled violently, and the nine dragon patterns seemed to come alive, and the black gemstones at the dragon's eyes suddenly lit up with a scarlet light. Nangong Wan's golden lines instantly formed a defensive formation, and he shouted: "Retreat!"
However, the expected backlash did not come. The dragon pattern on the bronze door slowly faded from blood color, and finally turned into an ordinary carving. A slight "click" sound came from the crack of the door, and the restriction was lifted.
Fu Shaoping snorted coldly and pushed the door open.
Behind the door was a circular stone chamber with a bronze altar suspended in the center. On the altar was a blood-red jade slip. Nine bronze lamps surrounded the jade slip. The flickering flames reflected the densely packed runes on the jade slip.
"The Blood Evil Scripture..." Nangong Wan narrowed his eyes, "No wonder the corpse puppet was able to refine the golden elixir, it turns out that it has acquired this evil skill."
Fu Shaoping stared at the jade slip, a trace of disgust flashed in his dragon pupils: "Destroy it."
"Wait." Nangong Wan's golden thread gently wrapped around his wrist, "There is a restriction on the jade slip. If you touch it rashly, it will trigger the altar killing formation."
Fu Shaoping frowned: "What should we do?"
Nangong Wan pondered for a moment, and suddenly took out a white jade talisman from his sleeve: "Use this."
She placed the talisman on the jade slip and made a gesture with her fingertips. The talisman suddenly ignited with pure white flames, and the blood-colored runes on the jade slip began to twist and disintegrate. However, just as the jade slip was about to be completely burned, the nine bronze lamps around the altar suddenly burst into flames, and nine hideous ghost faces emerged in the flames, roaring and rushing towards the two!
Fu Shaoping swept the dragon bone knife across, and the silver dragon knife energy chopped three ghost masks into pieces. Nangong Wan's golden thread wrapped around the remaining six like a spirit snake, and the thread body ignited with purple-gold flames, burning the ghost faces to ashes.
The jade slip eventually turned to ashes, and the altar collapsed. The entire stone chamber began to shake, and the dome cracked into countless cracks, and broken stones fell down.
"The cave is going to collapse!" Nangong Wan grabbed Fu Shaoping's arm, "Let's go!"
The two rushed out of the stone chamber and ran along the corridor. A loud rumbling sound came from behind them, and the entire cave collapsed completely. Amid the smoke and dust, the bronze door was buried under the ruins.
On the rocky beach, Fu Shaoping stood panting, the light of the silver dragon tattoo completely extinguished. Nangong Wan's gold thread also drooped limply, obviously over-consumed.
"The Blood Evil Sect's inheritance...is finally broken." She said softly.
Fu Shaoping was silent for a moment, then suddenly spoke: "The corpse puppet said before it died...it knew my bloodline."
Nangong Wan looked at him: "Do you want to track it down?"
Fu Shaoping tightly grasped the dragon bone knife, and a hint of coldness flashed in his dragon pupils: "The blood debt from three hundred years ago...someone must pay it back."
The sea breeze blew, and the waves hit the rocks. Nangong Wan's golden thread gently wrapped around his wrist, and the end of the thread glowed slightly, as if responding silently.
**《Dragon Blood Tempers Bones, Golden Thread Asks the Way》**
The morning dew has not yet dissipated and the valley is shrouded in mist.
Fu Shaoping stood in the middle of the spiritual spring with his upper body naked. The silver dragon tattoo on his body was dull due to the exhaustion of spiritual power, but there were faint dragon scale patterns floating between his skin. In his palm, he held the fragment of the golden elixir obtained from the corpse puppet. The cracks on the fragments oozed out wisps of black air, but they were suppressed by the silver-blue dragon blood flowing on the surface.
"let's start."
Nangong Wan sat cross-legged on the bluestone beside the spring, waved his hands lightly, and 72 golden threads flowed out from his sleeves, like a spirit snake, setting up the "Nine Palaces Soul Locking Formation" around the spring. At the end of each golden thread was a green jade talisman coin, and the collision of the talisman coins made a clear sound, which captured all the spiritual energy within a radius of ten feet. Nangong Wan took out a sheep-fat jade bottle, flicked the bottle with his fingertips, and three drops of amber jade fell into the spring. The spring water boiled instantly, and the steaming mist condensed into a lotus shape in the air, wrapping Fu Shaoping's body.
"Hold on." She suddenly put her fingers together like a sword, and the golden thread fiercely pierced into the three acupoints of "Lingtai", "Zhiyang" and "Mingmen" on Fu Shaoping's back. The silver dragon tattoo twisted violently, and it actually made a real dragon roar. Fu Shaoping groaned, and a wisp of silver-blue blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, but his body did not move at all.
The three hundred year old blood ganoderma was suspended in the air by a golden thread. Nangong Wan bit his index finger and used blood as ink to draw the "Heavenly Fire Attracting Spirit Talisman" on the surface of the ganoderma. The moment the talisman was completed, the dragon scale patterns on the ganoderma's umbrella cover lit up one after another, turning into nine blood lines that flowed into the spring.
"boom--"
The spring water instantly turned into a pool of blood, Fu Shaoping's silver hair stood on end, and fine blood beads oozed out of the pores all over his body. What was even more amazing was that after leaving his body, those blood beads actually condensed into a miniature dragon shape in the air, and were forcibly sucked back into his body - this was the sign of the third level of "Silver Dragon Nine Transformations" "Blood Dragon Returning to the True Self"!
Nangong Wan immediately changed his tactics upon seeing this, and the golden threads intertwined into a net, slowly pressing the fragments of the golden elixir towards Fu Shaoping's forehead. The moment the fragments touched his skin, a black gas suddenly rose up, turning into a ferocious ghost face and biting at his crown!
"Suppress!" Fu Shaoping's eyes widened with anger, and the silver dragon tattoo on his back emerged from his body and swallowed up the ghost face in one gulp. As the dragon body entangled with the black air, the golden elixir fragments finally melted and turned into pure golden spiritual liquid that seeped into his forehead.
Nangong Wan laid the obsidian stone engraved with runes on his knees, and the golden thread moved across the stone like an embroidery needle. Every time a rune was drawn, the corresponding starlight would light up at the end of the thread. Looking closely, the starlight actually formed a miniature map of the celestial sphere.
"Sure enough." Her fingertips trembled slightly, "The Blood Evil Sect tampered with the 'Earth Evil Restriction' in 'The Exploitation of the Works of Nature' and refined the dragon's resentment into a talisman." The golden thread suddenly pierced into the heart of the stone, picking out a strand of purple-black energy as thick as a hair.
Nangong Wan suddenly cut her wrist, and blood spilled on the golden thread. After the originally golden thread was stained with blood, it actually showed veins like the Milky Way. She slowly injected the purple-black energy extracted from the obsidian, and the golden thread suddenly trembled violently, and ancient characters appeared on the thread - it was the long-lost "Heavenly Runes".
The most dangerous moment has arrived. She pierced the three golden life lines directly into her forehead, and the line body instantly became translucent, and the flowing starlight and black air could be vaguely seen fighting in it. Blood gradually seeped out of her seven orifices, but she curled her lips: "So that's it. Using evil to break evil, this is the complete "Heavenly Secret Strategy."
At midnight, Fu Shaoping suddenly roared. The blood mist around him exploded, revealing a brand new deep blue dragon pattern on his jade-like skin. The dragon's pupils were wide open, and its claws had five toes. It was a sign of the transformation of a flood dragon into a real dragon! Even more amazing was that he spit out a silver light from his mouth, which turned into a three-inch-long dragon bone knife in the air. Wherever the sharp light passed, the rocks ten feet away cracked silently.
Nangong Wan's golden thread has completely transformed. In the original golden color, silver dots like star sand flowed, and with a slight shake, the word "imperial decree" was written in the air. She leaned against the tree tiredly, but could not hide the joy in her eyes: "Finally, the ancestor said that 'the secret of heaven is missing a thread'"
Fu Shaoping walked in front of her and suddenly crossed his heart with his fingers. A piece of silver scales slowly peeled off and fell into his palm with warmth.
"Take it." He placed the reverse scale on Nangong Wan's bloodstained cuff, "Next time you use 'Blood Evolving Secrets', it will bear half of the backlash for you."
Nangong Wan was stunned for a moment, then suddenly chuckled. She plucked a strand of black hair with blood on her scalp and tied it to Fu Shaoping's knife tassel: "This is the first time the Tianji Line has cut your hair since it recognized its master. In times of danger, it will lead you to find me."
Dawn breaks and the first rays of sunlight break through the valley.
The silver dragon scales reflected the morning light and sank into Nangong Wan's chest, and the black hair wrapped with the tassel of the knife was spontaneously woven together with Fu Shaoping's silver hair. The two looked up at the same time and found that each other's eyes reflected the new Dao rhyme of the other - that was the mark of walking together on the Great Dao.
On the coast of the East China Sea, the wind was howling and dark clouds were covering the city.
The foundation of the island protection formation had cracks due to the impact of the monster tides for several days, and the runes on the jade array plate were dim like a candle that was about to go out. Fu Shaoping stood on the edge of the cliff, his silver hair torn by the salty sea breeze, and the deep blue dragon pattern on his arms was faintly shining. He knelt on one knee, and inserted the dragon bone knife into the reef. As the blade trembled, a silver-blue dragon energy flowed into the center of the formation along the crack.
"The 'water level' of the formation's core can no longer hold up."
Nangong Wan's voice came from behind. She came in midair on the golden thread, the hem of her white Taoist robe had been wet by the waves, clinging to her slender ankles. The golden thread on her fingertips was more solid than three days ago, and the dark silver lines flowed, resonating with the spiritual veins of the island protection formation.
Fu Shaoping did not look back, his dragon eyes fixed on the shadows moving under the sea: "Those beasts have learned to be smart, they attack when the tide is weakest during the new moon."
Nangong Wan landed in the center of the formation, and the golden thread spread out like a spider web, instantly connecting the broken formation patterns in all directions. She suddenly frowned: "No. There is something in the formation's center that is consuming spiritual power."
Upon hearing this, Fu Shaoping turned around abruptly and slashed the air with his dragon bone knife. The knife energy split the camouflage spell covering the center of the formation, revealing a squirming black tumor underneath - the surface of that thing was covered with blood vessel-like patterns, shrinking and expanding with the pulsation of the formation.
"Soul Devouring Gu?" Fu Shaoping's pupils suddenly shrank. "The work of the remnants of the Blood Demon Sect."
Nangong Wan's golden thread had penetrated three inches into the tumor, but the thread was corroded by the sticky black liquid and made a sizzling sound. She groaned, and blood flowed from the corners of her lips: "The poisonous insect has grown together with the center of the formation. Forcibly peeling it off will cause a spiritual explosion."
Fu Shaoping suddenly opened his clothes, and the silver dragon scales on his chest shone brightly. He put his fingers together like a knife, and actually forced a drop of his life essence blood, as crystal clear as a gem, out from the edge of the scales.
"You want to feed the Gu with dragon blood?!" Nangong Wan's golden thread trembled violently, "If the Soul Devouring Gu gets dragon blood, it will instantly--"
"So we have to be faster." Fu Shaoping dripped dragon blood on the tip of the dragon bone knife, and the blade suddenly ignited with silver-blue flames. "When I cut off the connection between the poisonous insect and the array center, your Tianji line must complete the array pattern at the same time."
The sea suddenly exploded with huge waves, and a scaly narwhal broke out of the water, apparently sensing the breath of dragon blood. Fu Shaoping didn't even look at it, and slashed with his backhand. The silver-blue blade energy turned into a dragon shape in the air, piercing the monster through the chest!
"Now!"
With Fu Shaoping's roar, the blade stained with dragon blood pierced into the root of the tumor. The Soul Devouring Gu screamed like a crying baby, and countless black threads burst out from the wound, but were suppressed by the dragon power that erupted from his body.
Nangong Wan's ten fingers fluttered like butterflies, and all seventy-two golden threads sank into the center of the formation. What was even more amazing was that the star patterns that appeared on the threads perfectly matched the ancient runes of the island protection formation. She bit her tongue and sprayed out blood mist, chanting a spell in a fierce voice: "The stars in the sky, listen to my command - make up!"
"Boom——" (End of this chapter)