Beauty helps me achieve immortality

The green palace rises and falls, and the fairy palaces stand in rows.

Between the sky and the sea, there is only a dark blood-red light.

It looks like stars and moonlight.

Bloody...moonlight.

Gradually, wind and waves arose on the sea, surging and turbulent.

The huge monument no longer shed bloody light, and the twenty-one scarlet names remained unchanged. The sobbing sea breeze carried a fishy and sweet smell, and the boundless silence... swallowed everyone.

Yongning Prefecture, Zhao Qing.

Yan Chuanzhou, Xiang Qin.

Zhongshengzhou, Jianting.

Yuemenzhou, Yuan Qinyi.

Xiuyuanzhou and Yangli.

Qionghai Prefecture, Duan Fu.

……

The silent inscription seemed to have silenced the Green Palace and the Immortal Palace.

Like the calm before the storm.

Many of the blood sons who have left the abyss have sensed that when the inscription on the monument changes again... it will surely cause a huge storm.

The abyss of the hidden dragon.

If the submerged realm relies on luck, means, scheming, and cultivation...

Then one can still have certain advantages and strengths based on personal strength.

But the Dragon Realm is definitely not like that.

Twenty-one blood sons gathered under Dragon Cliff, but no one died... This already explains a lot.

Without incredible opportunities and luck, without the support of a vast force, without unrivaled cultivation and the means to crush everything... it would be wiped out like smoke in an instant.

Tianxiang Feige.

The current Orchid Saint, Sha Qiujing, is still wearing a shawl and looks elegant.

But the sigh of her junior sister in her ear made her mind waver.

"Senior Sister An from Nanxian, Junior Sister Ji from Zizhu, and Li Yaonu from Fenghuang... they all went to Yongning Qing Palace. Senior Sister, are you really not going?"

She fixed her eyes and said slowly, "Wait a little longer, maybe something unexpected will happen."

A group of women looked at the Qingyan Palace from afar, which was quietly rising and falling, with blood-colored lines all over it - the blood son of Yongning.

Suddenly, a graceful figure rushed out, with the silk ribbon in her hand swaying and flying, and she headed towards the outside of the floating green palaces.

She is the saint of this generation of Lianmai!

However... at this very moment, a blood-colored jade boat rose up from the Yongning Green Palace and in an instant it flew far away from the moonless sea.

On the jade boat, three women stood quietly and watched from afar.

Just by looking at the blood boat and the vast pressure of the Nascent Soul, it is easy to know who is controlling the spirit boat.

The sixth blood son of this generation in Yongning Prefecture, Meng Xue!

Besides her, there was another woman dressed in red gauze, with a cold expression and eyes like frost. Her flying black hair covered her picturesque black eyebrows and profile.

There was another woman, whose cultivation was very low. She had a gentle expression and looked very weak. Her phoenix eyes and crimson lips were all exquisitely crafted, and her fluttering sleeves also concealed her graceful figure.

The many cultivators only had time to take a look from afar before the blood boat disappeared at the end of the sea of ​​sky.

"Where are they going?"

In the Green Palace, Hong Ning read the message Qing Rao had sent her. After casually rejecting Senior Sister Tian Xiang's wish to visit her again, she sent the message, "This concerns my husband's life and death. How can I let Fairy Gu know?"

Qing Rao: "Returning to Yongning Prefecture, Chu State?"

Hong Ning smiled and put away the communication jade, which was considered as her tacit agreement with Qing Rao's guess.

She immediately took a brisk step and stood by the window with Shuyue, looking at the dark and turbulent sea.

Wang Shuyue gently stroked the communication jade, and there was still an undying worry between her eyebrows.

"Ning'er..."

Hong Ning fluttered her eyelashes and whispered, "Has the Empress sent another message?"

"No."

"Let's paint together?" Shuyue seemed to relax in an instant and suggested in a low voice.

"Okay." A smile appeared in Hong Ning's bright eyes.

"Shall we draw this Dragon Abyss?"

……

And in the depths of the fairy palace not far from here.

The descendants of the fourteen southeastern states gathered in the dome palace for a banquet.

There was a young man who was fed a lot of fine wine by many blood sons. He was obviously the eighth blood son of Yongning's previous generation, Liang Yu.

"When we entered the abyss that year, I remember the battle wasn't this fierce, right?"

"That's right. Except for Qu Yunzhou who lost his son, all thirteen of us brothers are still fine."

"I heard from my junior brothers and sisters that the rules of this generation of Longyuan are extremely cruel..."

"It should be that only those thirty or so people survived. I wonder about the twenty-one people in the abyss?"

"Brother Liang, which state's blood son do you think can become the next generation's walking?"

Liang Yu laughed heartily, drank a full glass, and said loudly: "Of course..."

"I do not know either."

……

The Holy Land of Broken Stars.

The deep and profound spiritual patterns are complex and endless, as if they have split the Milky Way into stars.

In the center of the Broken Star Square, there is a huge formation plate floating quietly, and the miniatures of the ninety states in the world are all engraved on it.

However... there are only twenty-one states left that still emit spiritual energy.

The rest of the Bone State, Ji State, Thunder Emperor State, Thousand Illusion State... had all long since dimmed, losing the coverage of the formation patterns.

Figures surrounded the place tightly, and even the sky was filled with spirit boats floating up and down in layers.

They... naturally came here to take a gamble.

The three states that are currently in high demand are Zhongzhou, Yongningzhou, and Yanchuanzhou. As for the other eighteen states, very few people are interested in them.

Zhongzhou’s dividend has been reduced to 30%.

The dividend in Yongning Prefecture is actually higher, at 60%.

Yan Chuanzhou's is more than twice as much...

The pretty female cultivator who came from Mingchuanfang came closer, riding a small spirit boat.

Yao Siyu's dark eyes turned and she tightly grasped Senior Sister Hong Ning's communication jade.

"I want to buy 800,000 spirit stones from Yongning Prefecture!"

"Only 800,000?"

"Um……"

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Mingshangzhou.

Deep in the vast snowy river, the cold moon and stars are silent.

Several incarnation monks came together and looked at the sword formation that stretched from heaven to earth with strange expressions.

"Fellow Daoist Pang."

Pang Zhen sat cross-legged in the sword formation, and had long been isolated from the perception of his soul.

At this moment, he suddenly opened his eyes and asked in a low voice, "Zou Xuezi?"

"Haha, Lao Pang, which sword master sealed you?"

"Let's go to Zhongzhou to find him!"

Pang Zhen: ...

Whenever this matter was mentioned, he gritted his teeth and felt extremely angry.

"Daoyou Sun is here too?"

Pang Zhen frowned, his eyes full of excitement.

He couldn't help but have an unbelievable guess in his mind: "Is Long Yuan over?"

"not yet."

"You should go to Longyuan yourself."

"Let's get you out first..."

……

……

A few hours later.

In the secret realm of the hidden dragon under the vast ocean.

Zhao Qing still sat calmly on the dragon head, constantly sending messages to the twenty blood sons.

At the same time, the sword intent penetrated deep under the scales, separating the dragon scales held tightly in his hand bit by bit.

"Zhao Xuezi has the Azure Dragon in his life, so I'm willing to lend a hand. I wonder what promises Zhao Xuezi will make to our clan after he becomes a walking being?"

"Xiu Yuanzhou?"

"As long as Xue Yi grants me the power, I will increase the profit share of Xiu Yuan Xue Yi's lineage tenfold. In addition, your clan will become the master of the Blood God Temple, and generations of blood sons will come from your clan!"

"Form an alliance? How do I know you won't turn against me later?"

"I will become your brother!"

"After the Dragon Abyss ends, we will immediately become sworn brothers and become friends for life and death!"

"Join forces with me!?"

"Does Zhao Xuezi have to seek my help, considering his fate? But I have already promised Zhuo Xuezi that the thirteen of us will work together to deal with you..."

"No problem! You just need to watch from the sidelines and act as an insider. This entire Dragon Abyss belongs to me! Afterwards, Blood-Robed Star will carve out a Jade Mountain for you to settle down and pass down your family line!"

While Zhao Qing was prying the dragon scales, he was talking nonsense and bragging to those blood sons.

Don’t you want to control the situation?

I want to see how you control it! ?

After his aunt sorted out information from various sources, Zhao Qing and his aunt jointly speculated... These twenty-one people today might have a lot of connections with each other.

Even if it didn't happen before, it should happen now that the stalemate has lasted for so long.

Zhongzhou Jian Ting may have someone to help him, but his teammates are still unable to distinguish him clearly.

Duan Fu, a fellow practitioner of Yunhai Xueyi, transformed himself into Zhuo Sheng, gathered thirteen people, and took control of the overall situation by leveraging Jian Ting's power, without revealing his true identity at all.

It's unclear whether he's a lone wolf or working for someone else...

And Yang Li in Xiuyuan seemed to be communicating with Xiang Qin constantly, thinking that the two of them could work together to remove the many obstacles.

But he obviously didn't know whether Xiang Qin was also working with others...

Not only did he not know, Zhao Qing couldn't even figure out who was in cahoots with whom.

What the hell!

He seemed to have entered the girls' dormitory.

On the surface, it looked like the twenty-one people were on guard individually, but in reality, there were more than sixty group chats secretly.

Zhao Qing simply communicated with everyone through telepathy to make the water even more turbid so that no one would have a chance of success.

At the same time, I am also taking this opportunity to delay time...

Finally, the dark aura in his mind drifted, and Si He's words came out: "Aunt and Qing Huan have been sent away, and Meng Xue has returned to Longyuan."

The next moment, the scene at home appeared in my mind.

It is the study on the third floor of the palace.

It was still dark, and the bright moonlight was streaming in through the window.

My aunt sat in front of the desk with a serious expression. There were jade slips scattered in front of her. At this moment, she was looking up and silently gazing at something.

She was naturally looking at Zhao Qing's current situation. Just like the previous trip to Mingshang, Si He also evolved everything Zhao Qing saw and heard with her soul.

The white-haired girl smiled brightly, her expression gentle and carefree. Beside her was the mother array of the mother-child sound transmission array, quietly waiting...

"We must be more careful."

Zhao Qing heard his aunt mumbling to herself, and silently sorted out the formation plate beside him. He placed the sound transmission sub-formation he had just engraved between the two dust-sealing formations to prevent anyone from noticing the clues.

He put away the dragon scale he had just taken off, and once again collected the blood that had leaked out from the cracks in the scale...

Then pretend to continue meditating.

The puppet beside him was controlled by Si He, and was protected by talismans and formation plates.

The Hanguang sword intent was superb, and he slowly moved towards the dragon's tail...

boom!

In an instant, the surging spiritual energy shook the abyss and caused it to surge.

Six hundred feet away from the dragon's tail, a shocking incident occurred!

Blood was constantly flowing from Lu Shijie's eyebrows, his eyes were full of horror, and he was controlling the water to rise up, and was in a panic as he was manipulating the formation talisman.

"who!"

Everyone only knew that he was injured, but it was not an attack from spiritual consciousness or magic. Instead, it seemed like he was attacked by a spiritual weapon... but there was no sign of it.

"Maybe it's Zhao Qing!"

"Kill him first. He has mastered the art of illusion. If he doesn't die, no one will be able to hold on!"