Peerless: Auspicious Beast's Star Revival Plan

Chapter 148 Their Holiday (6)

Deep in the Sunset Forest, beyond the beautiful and harmonious paradise of ice and fire, lies the terrifying hell on earth.

The hillside is covered with beautiful poisonous flowers spawned by the gods. Under the strong intertwined roots of the poisonous flowers, the highly poisonous miasma, together with the dry bones that have not been completely swallowed by the green phosphorus flowers, quietly sinks into the deep mountains. The bottom of the gap.

In this ancient and lonely cemetery, death is a bond.

Soul masters and soul beasts, prey and hunters, their bones are harmoniously and intimately close to each other, mixed together without distinction, and spent a long time together... The hatred in life has long been reflected in the poisonous skirt of the colorful god of death. All eliminated below.

But at the bottom of the deep valley, in the deepest part of the Tomb of All Skeletons where the sun never shines, the depths of the sea of ​​decayed bones suddenly surged violently.

A huge but young monster covered in rotting corpses and white mold turned over comfortably in its cradle of dead bones.

Withered bones rolling, in front of the monster cub's blood-colored vertical pupils that were no different from dragons, the orange light emitted by the huge false eyes penetrated the withered flesh in the gaps between the bones, temporarily illuminating the dark cemetery.

No one knows what will happen when this cub, living among poison and death, decides to step out of its warm hiding place.

……

Late at night, the gray castle was shrouded in thick fog, and the rich power of heaven and earth among the mountains surged like a tide, nourishing the disciples of this hidden sect.

With such a superior geographical location and such rich spiritual energy, practicing here will naturally lead to twice the result with half the effort.

But what’s the point of the Haotian Sect’s disciples having strong cultivation? As a reclusive sect disciple who has had almost no contact with the outside world for thousands of years... no matter how high his cultivation level is, he can only stay in the sect's one-third of an acre for the rest of his life.

Can they gain access to different types of powerful opponents? Can I have access to the latest soul guidance device? Can they cope with the real trend in the soul master world in the future?

Or maybe they are actually not as powerful as the outside world imagines, so they have to remain anonymous to maintain the reputation of their sect as the best martial arts spirit in the world?

... Putting aside this malicious speculation, regardless of the actual level of the disciples of the Haotian Sect, as long as this ancient sect still has two priests guarding it, its status cannot be shaken.

"Rhythm...the rhythm between heaven and earth...the rhythm of oneself..." In a room on the third floor of Haotian Castle, Wang Dong was sitting cross-legged on the bed with his eyes closed, muttering to himself.

He muttered like this for a while, and finally collapsed and fell back on the fluffy quilt.

The boy's flexible waist formed a beautiful curve, and his pajamas were unintentionally lifted a little, revealing his beautiful abdominal muscles.

He stretched his waist long and hard.

"Wow! Where is there such a thing as rhythm? Senior sister must have lied to me!" Wang Dong, who had been paralyzed like a salted fish for a long time, raised his hand in despair and rubbed his short pink-blue hair into a mess, "Senior sister Is it really something that people can understand?”

He continued to roll around on the bed imagelessly, "Ahhhh - when does school start!"

Yes, unlike other students who love holidays, Wang Dongzheng is extremely eager to start school as soon as possible.

Because his head was throbbing with pain.

Ever since Wang Dong could remember—that is, nearly two years ago—he had always had headaches.

Before going to school, when he was in the sect, he had this headache every night, like someone was endlessly hitting his head with a blunt axe. It would be better if I fell asleep early, but I would occasionally wake up with pain. It is impossible to meditate and practice. It is too easy to go crazy.

When he first moved into Shrek's dormitory, that annoying person Wan Wen would still laugh at him for being a lazy dog ​​who didn't practice at night. But for some unknown reason, after staying at Shrek Academy for a while, Wang Dong gradually stopped having headaches every night, and was able to meditate instead of sleeping at night like others.

Only occasionally, when he thinks of something, his head still hurts... But as long as he doesn't think about those things, it doesn't matter.

A few days after Wang Dong returned to Haotian Sect, his headache came back again.

It can’t be that I have a bad relationship with the sect’s feng shui or something, that would be too tragic! Wang Dong stared at the ceiling and thought.

Well, he really didn't like the life in the sect very much. Wang Dong turned over, hugged the quilt, and thought dullly, it seems that... there is no trace of his life in the sect, even though there is obviously in his memory, But everything here is unfamiliar.

And his peers in the sect are also very indifferent, and their attitude is very respectful... But Wang Dong feels that the Haotian Sect disciples look at him with alienated and strange eyes.

Wang Dong knew very well that his peers in the sect didn't like him. Is it because they were jealous that he could leave the sect, or because in their eyes, he just appeared out of thin air...?
He expertly stopped his thoughts before his headache became severe. Wang Dong remembered that when he talked to his eldest and second father about headaches, they were vague, saying that he was born weak, and then stuffed him with a lot of supplements.

Well, Wang Dong felt that he was used to such secrets.

When he talked about this matter with a few friends, Wan Wen showed a look of disgusting sympathy and handed him a Yueying Chamber of Commerce discount card to buy medicine.

Huo Yuhao worriedly dug out a pile of large books from the storage soul guide to try to find some relevant information, and promised to ask the teacher when he got home.

As for Wan Wen's brother Wang Rui, this guy is almost like a Riddler. His words are vague, but he seems to hide some dangerous hints and provides some suggestions. On the one hand, Wang Dong felt that he was suffering from paranoia, but on the other hand, he felt that what he said made sense. His situation seemed really bad...

There is also senior sister. Senior Jiang Lan taught herself a cultivation method very seriously - probably to find inner peace and the rhythm of heaven and earth. She said that when she had a headache, she would immerse her body and mind in "the rhythm of heaven and earth." "In this way, not only can you speed up your practice, but you can also forget your headaches - but Wang Dong thinks that he can't understand the practice method described by his senior sister for the time being.

He would rather hope that the senior sister could touch her head gently and say something like "It's a pain in the ass".

The boy blushed and giggled.

……

"What are you thinking about?" Ma Xiaotao asked suddenly. She held her hands behind her head and was wearing a midriff-baring short top. Her long dark red hair danced around her white waist as she moved, like a playful tail.

She is taking two assistants on her way to investigate her past. Yan Shaozhe picked her up on an official road between Tianhun Empire and Shrek Academy. When he arrived, there was a sea of ​​dark purple fire. The young Ma Xiaotao sat in the flames without any image, crying. Others There is nothing.

There are merchants passing by on this kind of official road, and there are also bandits and robbers. After so many years, maybe there is still a trace, maybe not.

But no matter what, she had to go to the nearby village to inquire about it.

The questions Ma Xiaotao asked were somewhat diverting.

"What will Beibei's fourth soul skill be?" Xu Sanshi subconsciously asked.

"Who asked you?" Ma Xiaotao rolled her eyes, and then glanced at Xu Sanshi meaningfully, "And... tsk tsk, you really have him in your heart. Since you love so much in your heart, it's hard to express it in words. , I will convey it to Beibei.”

"Holy shit! Daddy! Stop!" Xu Sanshi screamed after regaining consciousness.

"Sister? What were you thinking about just now?" Ma Xiaotao ignored him, half a step behind, and raised her hand to poke Jiang Lan's waist.

"Butterfly." The doll-like girl said flatly.

Xu Sanshi "tsk" loudly.

Ma Xiaotao frowned. How old is her sister? Yes, in Sister Xiaotao's mind, Jiang Lan is still a mentally retarded child. She starts to miss her little boyfriend?
Who else could the butterfly in Jiang Lan's mouth be? Of course it’s the goddess of light Die Die from the first grade!

"Forget it, at least that kid is handsome." She thought for a moment, and her brows widened again, "When he is admitted to the inner court, you will go to Poseidon's Fate to capture him."

Jiang Lan's face was a little confused, but she seemed to hear some key words and nodded.

She seemed to be about to say something, but suddenly paused, and for the first time, there was a trace of solemnity on her face, which had always been unwavering.

"There is something." The girl said briefly.

Ma Xiaotao frowned, as if she felt something as well, and her face became serious. Only Xu Sanshi, who was the worst in cultivation, stood there confused.

Soon, he also saw a very fast person - probably a soul master - landing in a safe position that was neither too close nor too far away from them.

She was a tall girl with delicate and beautiful facial features and feather-like decorations on the sides of her ears. She should be a fast-flying bird martial spirit. Xu Sanshi only saw that her arms changed from bird wings to human hands. I couldn't see the ring clearly.

"Chen Xiang, agility-type fighting soul sect, martial soul sharp-tailed swift." The girl generously cupped her hands to show that she had no ill intentions, "My home is not far from here, and I have seen several soul masters who have come from afar and have been lingering here for a long time. , I came here specifically to ask if you need help?"

(End of this chapter)