Great Red Immortal Sect

Chapter 309 Boiling the Sea
The blue sea is vast.

The spiritual ship and treasure chariot moved forward through the water. Brilliant smoke and haze rose in the eastern sky, floating on the thick golden and white light. Zhang Yu looked at the outside world through the curtain and opened his mouth to speak.

But all this disappeared in an instant, the blue sky and blue sea disappeared, and above was a dark and dark void, and the sea water began to churn violently.

"Madam! Madam!"

Zhang Yu was extremely panicked. He looked at Qionglian beside him, but saw that she had her head down and was silent. When he raised her head, the abnormality of the dragon snake's eyes was no longer visible, leaving only a pair of light black pupils.

The coral chariot made of various top-level spiritual objects began to disintegrate bit by bit, and sea water poured in. Zhang Yu was about to activate his immortal foundation and break out, but he felt that his body was empty and he had no magic power at all.

Everything seemed to have returned to the time when he was a mortal. The sea water rose, but his Dharma body was as light as a feather and was swept away by the surging sea water, with no power to resist.

Qionglian was gradually submerged, revealing a look of pain. She had lost all her dragon-like appearance and was now just like an ordinary woman, about to drown, sinking little by little into the dark water.

Zhang Yu was filled with fear and reached out to grab it, but a wave hit and completely shattered the fragile chariot. Qionglian's eyes were sad as she sank into the water, choking badly, and finally slowly closed her eyes.

A strong hand pulled Zhang Yu up from the waves and dragged him forward. Zhang Yu was extremely panicked and could only cry out:

"And Qionglian, she fell into the water!"

Liu Xiaowen pretended not to hear anything and just paddled, dragging Zhang Yu towards a vague shore. For some reason, the treasure ship behind him started to burst into flames, illuminating the sea red.

The two of them exhausted all their strength before they stepped onto the shore. It was a very small island, which could be walked back and forth in a few steps. It was like a sharp peak on the seabed, breaking through the water surface and embellishing it.

There were no plants on the island, only white sand, with a silver pot in the middle. Seeing this, Zhang Yu walked towards the silver pot as if possessed.

Liu Xiaowen felt a chill in his heart just by seeing this thing. It was the silver pot that Dongfang Guanji was dragging that had shrunk. He said in a trembling voice:

"Stop!"

Zhang Yu seemed unaware, as if Qionglian's death had been forgotten by him. He just stumbled towards the silver pot, and Liu Xiaowen had no choice but to follow him silently.

There was dark blue sea water in the pot. Zhang Yu stared at it in a daze. Various scenes appeared in the sea water, from his birth, his parents' death, his study, to his overnight stay in the temple, his chance encounter with Qionglian, and his journey to immortality, until now.

He couldn't see clearly in the past, but now he can see clearly. Since he was born, in that shabby shack, a hand covered with white scales has been quietly pulling a red thread on his body, connecting him to Qionglian in the distance.

Now, this red thread filled with troubles fell to the bottom of the silver pot. He saw Qionglian's face appear in the sea water, pale and sad. She pointed at the red thread and her lips moved slightly.

"Destroy it."

Zhang Yu tried hard to recognize what the other party said. A look of horror appeared on his frail face. He turned his head away abruptly, not daring to look. He just grabbed the corner of Liu Xiaowen's clothes beside him, like a seriously ill person, with his teeth chattering.

"fake."

"fake?"

"Fake!"

Liu Xiaowen looked at the other person silently. He and Zhang Yu had been together for many years, but he had never seen him lose his composure like this. Back in Tianshui, even when he was captured by the Shen family to build his foundation, he still had a fighting spirit.

Zhang Yu's face turned pale as he stretched out his hand to fish the red thread out of the pot, but his hand was too light and the sea water was too heavy. It contained all the joys and sorrows, loves and hates of his and Qionglian's lives, and he could not reach it at all.

He rammed into the silver pot like a madman, but it was like ramming into a mountain of gold, unable to move it at all. He only got his nose and face bruised and his mouth bleeding.

"Zhang Yu. That's enough."

Liu Xiaowen grabbed him, a hint of sadness appeared on his calm and upright face, and he only said softly:

"Don't do anything. You still have a chance to survive. I beg you."

Zhang Yu said nothing, wiping the blood off his face. He looked around and finally looked at Liu Xiaowen. As if begging, he said in a low voice:
"Fire, give me fire, let me boil the sea water and see whether it is true or false, whether it is driven by supernatural power or what I really think."

The fear in his heart at this moment was replaced by another kind of doubt and terror, which was a complete denial of his past life. As long as he continued to dig deeper, [Zhang Yu] might no longer exist.

Liu Xiaowen looked at the other person, as if he saw the scholar's face clearly for the first time. He remembered the funny scene in Jianqing Shop when he had just sold the magic sword and Zhang Yu was about to commit suicide, as if it happened just yesterday.

He opened his mouth but couldn't utter a word. The strong wind started to blow again. Liu Xiaowen seemed to hear the wailing of the aquatic creatures that had just died from under the dark sea. In the vast void above, red light appeared and dark clouds rolled.

"it is good."

Liu Xiaowen was silent for a while, but finally agreed. His immortal foundation and magic power were empty at this time, but there was another fire in him, a flame that would never go out and shine as brightly as the sun.

Golden red fire emerged from his fingertips and fell under the silver pot, igniting the dead branches and leaves underneath, and the sea water in the pot suddenly boiled.

Zhang Yu leaned in closer, observing the shadows rising from the water. Each time a layer of the image faded, he would recall it anew. But the Qiong Lian he remembered gradually lost its endearing charm, like a figure in a painting that had lost its color. The love he felt he could die for gradually faded, leaving only a searing questioning, a lingering confusion between truth and falsehood as he stared blankly at the events unfolding in the pot.

The sea water beside the island began to boil, and white mist filled the sky. Liu Xiaowen looked around and saw a huge red flame rising from the junction of the sea and the sky, as if it was going to boil the sea area and expose the dry seabed.

Zhang Yu didn't pay any attention to the surrounding scenery, just watching the old scene of boiling in the pot, until he was in the ancient temple, playing the piano gently, and Qionglian came over after hearing the sound. It was all because of the red line.

The water in the pot gradually boiled dry, leaving behind a soft, wet red thread. Zhang Yu reached out to take it, ignoring the burns on his skin from the silver pot. The red thread began to struggle and twist as soon as he touched it, like a restless snake.

He paused, a look of determination on his face, and threw the red thread into the golden pool of fire under the pot. Suddenly, the flames became brighter, but his heart was empty, with nothing left.

"Zhang Yu?"

Liu Xiaowen called out a few times, but Zhang Yu seemed to have lost his soul and said nothing.

The sea water beside the island has been boiled away by the red flames, revealing the dry seabed, on which sleeps a slender white dragon, its scales and horns shining, its green eyes filled with coldness. At this moment, it lets out a long roar and soars into the sky.

The dark green Dharma light rushed out, the spiritual charm of Gui water scattered, and the huge dragon head hung down from the clouds. The ferocious and majestic dragon appearance firmly suppressed the two people below.

"Mortal, you misled me!"

Qionglian's voice sounded again, and Zhang Yu felt it was extremely unfamiliar. Yes, that's right. She is of the Dragon Palace bloodline and a golden elixir immortal seed. How could she fall in love with a mortal? This is not a storybook.
The Guishui magic light rushed down, and was about to cover Zhang Yu's body and completely corrode it. At this moment, his immortal foundation responded again, and the magic power flowed through his limbs and bones, but he did not move. Instead, he closed his eyes.

The Bing Fire rushed up, and the heavenly fire gathered together and turned into pure gold. The sunlight shone on it and collided with the dark green breath of Gui Water.

[Bingyuan is burning]!
Liu Xiaowen drew his sword and quickly retreated with Zhang Yu. He was extremely angry and shouted:
"Don't be silly, do you really want to die?"

"Maybe it's best if I die."

Zhang Yu seemed to have lost all his energy and allowed Liu Xiaowen to drag him up, riding the wind, resisting the white dragon's spell, and dodging between the huge dragon's bodies.

"Then just watch me die first. At least, I won't see you die here."

Liu Xiao heard the calm voice and drew his sword, pointing it at Qiong Lian, and said softly:
"If you really want to kill him, we are husband and wife after all."

"enough."

Bai Long looked at the other party coldly and said bitterly:
"I've been blessed with magical powers, otherwise how could I fall in love with a mortal? Is there anything about him that's worth my attention? I'm a dragon of the Eastern Vast, a descendant of the Spiritual Thunder, a [Pure Sea Qionghua Lotus Dragon]. The blood flowing in my body dates back to ancient times, and it symbolizes the master of the four seas."

"If he had never met me and was still a mortal, even worse than an ant, how could I have fallen in love with him?"

"Now that I think of the days when he defiled my Dharma body and insulted my Dragon Yi, I must kill him. I must kill him. I must kill him. Not killing him is not enough to relieve the hatred in my heart and the anger I've felt for being deceived all these years."

The vast dragon might brought great pressure to Liu Xiaowen. As a dragon, Qionglian's realm breakthrough was slow, and now she was only in the initial stage of foundation building. However, she could rely on her bloodline to suppress herself.

He clenched the [Fire Tiger Fang] in his hand, and the burning, violent fire allowed his stiff limbs to continue moving, and he immediately exerted all his strength.

In the interior, the red flames gathered into a human shape, with the same appearance as his portrait. In his hand, he held a golden bronze Yangsui treasure mirror. The surface was concave and engraved with a colorful fire tiger, connected head to tail with a black-feathered bird of prey.

The clouds above dispersed, and a golden sun emerged from the fire clouds. The sun's divine light shone down, condensed on the flint, and turned into a point of golden light.

The two mysterious images of [Tianqiuyan], [Shangyi Tianyang] and [Zhaorisui], were blessed by the Great Sun Fire at this time, and the mysterious images became more powerful. Among the five immortal bases of Binghuo, [Tianqiuyan] exclusively possesses the nature of heavenly fire, which is the way of bright flame and transformed by yang essence.

Qionglian only let out a long dragon roar. Because of the change in her bloodline, she practiced Guishui. Like the two sons of the Minglei Dragon King, she was not good at spiritual thunder and would not come from Hanshui. She could only seek Gui and Ren.

But even so, the five water-virtue true dragons have all been in charge, and with the blessing of dragon blood, their power is even greater.

Liu Xiaowen just swung the sword, and the "Cong Ming Yi Qi Sword Art" was integrated into his heart. Although he had never generated sword energy and did not have the demeanor of a sword immortal, he was extremely skilled. If his master was a master of painting who painted casually with ink, then he was just a painter who only knew how to copy.

But this is enough. Over the years, he has never slacked off. The various sword moves in this volume of sword techniques are extremely obedient in his hands. He can perform [Long Qi Moving Clouds], [Dangering Clouds in the Great Lakes] and [One Qi Flooding the River] at will to block the mighty dragon power.

Purple fire suddenly rose up, accompanied by a sense of dignity, and a fire area had covered the area without knowing when. It carried on the previous work, quelled the chaos, and had infinite light and boundless power and benevolence.

【Zai Xingyan】!
Zhang Yu's figure soared into the air, his body was damaged bit by bit, leaking out bright light, like a red star hanging above the sea of fire.

"I no longer care about right or wrong. But today, I don't want anyone else to die because of me. Dongfang Qionglian, let's just have this closure."

As he finished speaking, his body flashed, and purple-red flames shot out like falling stars, smashing into the body of the white dragon.

"Zhang Yu!"

Liu Xiao cried out when he heard the noise, but he could no longer see anything clearly as he saw surging purple flames and dragon blood all over the sky.

(End of this chapter)