Beauty helps me achieve immortality

Nangong Yao controlled the mysterious spiritual wings, traveling through one magical palace after another.

All you can see along the way are lush green mountains and mighty rivers.

The terrain is exactly the same as that of Tianyaozhou, and it doesn't feel like being in the ruins of an ancient cultivator at all.

When passing through the rift, there was no sense of shock like when using the transmission array in the past.

Only then did Zhao Qing gradually accept the truth that Nangong had said—Wanshenque did not belong to Tianyaozhou.

However, Tianyaozhou belongs to Wanshenque, and it is a piece of mountains, rivers and land that was taken out from Wanshenque by shocking means...

Therefore, in today's Tianyaozhou, there are a lot of demons with Shenque bloodline.

There is nothing strange in the world.

Zhao Qing, the blood-stained walker, had just come out of the mountains... when he encountered the biggest event in Tianyaozhou and witnessed the vastness and breadth of the ancient demon court.

Si He and Shu Yue squeezed together and rested their heads comfortably on Hong Ning's slender legs.

Qinghuan knelt weakly beside her master, her consciousness intertwined with her master and Xiaoyi, and she watched from afar this demon court that was passed down from tens of thousands of years ago.

Within her body, the noble bloodline that belonged only to the dragon race continued to influence her spirit, as if somewhat resisting the fact that she had a master...

Whenever she knelt on the ground or called her master softly, the majestic aura of her blood would become three times stronger, as if an irresistible will was boiling.

An unexplained stabbing pain came from her meridians and Niwan Pills, as if the dragon divinity was punishing her, a lowly heir of a demon.

But Qinghuan obviously wouldn't care... about this insignificant torment and torture.

She closed her eyes, letting her golden pupils reveal her charm. Her slender legs twisted in the most familiar posture. She knelt weakly and rested her cheek lightly in her master's arms.

At the same time, my heart was filled with anxiety.

But she was not worried that her dragon bloodline would change her temperament.

She was afraid that she would gain nothing in this Pantheon...

The appearance of the Pantheon this time was not caused by the blood-stained luck.

But it was obtained by the master in exchange for the thousand-foot opportunity in the Dragon Abyss. The master took the dragon bones for her and brought her to Tianyaozhou... If I didn't get anything, wouldn't it be a waste of the master's efforts?

Zhao Qing unconsciously played with the delicate head in his arms.

Caressing Qinghuan’s long black hair.

Teasing her straight nose and soft, warm crimson lips.

He let her suck and lick his fingertips... Her breath was as hot as a raging fire in his palms.

The aunt's beautiful eyes occasionally swept over Qinghuan's posture, and she just smiled and said nothing.

Xi Meng, who had previously painted sand for Qing Huan, stood at the edge of the flying wing, extended his spiritual sense and sensed secretly... Suddenly, a bright red flush appeared on his cheeks for no reason.

She even began to doubt...

Did Zhao Qing give this dragon girl some kind of mentally-affecting poison?

Otherwise, why would she be so foolishly kissing and licking Zhao Qing's palm in front of outsiders?

And that puppet that was very close to their family... It didn't seem to be familiar with the three of them, but why did it speak so easily?

The seventh mountain master of Fengming Mountain has all kinds of strange ideas in his mind at this moment.

With Nangong Yao using the Water Ridge Injection to control the Spirit Wings, Jiang Yanli also started to play badly.

At this moment, he was resting his head on the wing bone of a flying wing, holding a wine gourd in his hand and daydreaming, occasionally taking a small sip - it was simply heaven on earth.

...It would be better if these two idiots next to me could shut up.

The bald man with thick eyebrows and big eyes sat lazily in front of the flying wing, and the cute and lively Nangong Loli also sat comfortably beside him, with her slender white legs hanging under the flying wing, swinging rhythmically.

The whistling mountain wind lifted the girl's long black hair, making her look particularly lively.

The mountain breeze blew across Jiang Yanli's messy hair, carrying away the rich aroma of wine. At first glance, he looked very elegant.

The wind continued to blow, blowing across Pi Wuwang's shiny bald head, ruffling his Zen robes.

The bald man twirled the beads in his hand and looked at Nangong Yao with an extremely clear gaze: "Brother Jiang loves Wu Manluan. What kind of bloodline will the demon heir born in the future be of?"

Nangong Yao was playing with her mandarin duck jade in her hand and got the answer through the Shuiling Note.

"Brother Hu is of the Qingsuo bloodline, the offspring of the Qingsuo Xinghu clan and Wu Manluan..."

"If it was Wu Manluan who transformed, the offspring she would have would still be of the Green Shuttle bloodline. Bird bloodlines are inherently thin and weak, and after transforming, they would be even less able to resist the erosion of the Green Shuttle's murderous intent."

"If it mates with a bird that hasn't transformed yet... the resulting offspring should be of the winged tiger species. After all, only winged tigers can give birth from eggs. But if the demon egg is carefully nurtured during its incubation period..."

"Nangong." Jiang Yanli spoke from the side, interrupting the curiosity of the two guys.

Nangong Yao paused for a moment, looking towards Pi Wuwang with a look full of resentment, but also with joy.

She looked back at Jiang Yanli with a playful smile: "Brother Hu, it was Baldy who asked me first."

Jiang Yanli nodded indifferently.

He had long been accustomed to Pi Wuwang's outspokenness.

But what really made him hard to accept was...

"How can I reproduce with a bird that has not yet transformed?"

"This..." Nangong Yao looked embarrassed, and then put away the mandarin duck jade in disappointment.

Xi Meng smiled and turned her head away, so as not to embarrass herself as she walked.

The Zhao Qing family also tried to suppress their laughter. Even Qinghuan, who was hiding in her master's arms, couldn't help pursing her soft and moist red lips.

Zhao Qing's mind moved slightly, and he slowly lifted Qinghuan's chin with his fingers.

Gu Qinghuan gently raised her head, opened her dark golden eyes and looked at her master.

The eyes full of blood and spirit seemed to carry a hint of contempt, and the soft dark eyebrows made people feel cold for no reason.

The dragon girl's flawless face looked majestic and indifferent, but she knelt in the man's arms, allowing him to frivolously lift her jawline and wantonly desecrate the dignity of the dragon.

Zhao Qing looked carefully at those deep and cold eyes, which seemed to have the sun sinking into them, holy and indifferent.

Even the gentle smile that spilled out from his slightly curved eyebrows had a touch of contempt and disdain.

Zhao Qing just looked at her for a few more breaths, and his blood and energy began to surge unconsciously, and he wished he could kill Qinghuan right there and then.

Qing Huan seemed to sense something and slowly averted her gaze from her master. Then she closed her eyes and burrowed back into his arms, mumbling softly, "Wait for me to lie down beside the alchemy platform and crush this bloodline for the master to play with..."

Hearing these foolish words, Shuyue and her aunt smiled knowingly, and secretly whispered to Ning'er.

And Xi Meng, standing on the edge of the Spirit Wing...

But I felt more and more unbelievable in my heart, even a little dreamy.

……

More than two hours later.

The fluttering and flying spiritual wings approached the first dragon-attributed divine palace.

The mighty river rushed down from the distant mountains, and a faint blue light rose from the river, supporting the illusory palace.

Apart from this, there is no other divine palace within a radius of thousands of miles.

The shadow of the demon lord outside the Divine Palace was completely different from what they had seen before—it was a completely red... dragon!

The delicate dragon scales are arranged in an orderly manner, reflecting the gentle afterglow of the setting sun, appearing a little lonely.

The narrow and long dragon eyes are extremely handsome, the scales on the forehead shine with golden light, the winding dragon body and sharp claws are mysterious and noble... The dragon's tail stretches very long, like a streak of light following the setting sun.

Zhao Qing's eyes narrowed slightly. This was the second time he had seen a dragon.

A dragon completely different from Qingying...

And there are no dragon horns.

"Chilong."

Nangong Yao spoke softly, and added, "The bloodline is not as noble as that of a true dragon, but after the destruction of heaven and earth, the real Chilong has long since disappeared from the world."

Suspicion flashed across Shuyue's eyes, and then she whispered softly, "It seems like it's looking at us."

"Ah."

Si He responded lightly, seeing that Nangong Yao had no more information to share.

She continued, "This is the essence of Taoism left behind by an unrivaled demon immortal. It's normal to have some instinctive reactions."

"It's just like..."

The woman narrowed her peach blossom eyes as she thought, but couldn't figure out how to explain to everyone what the Dao Yun was.

Finally, he could only whisper and laugh: "It is just the last trace of spirit left in the world."

Pi Wuwang gazed at him with clear eyes and muttered to himself, "What level of cultivation was he at when he left behind his Dao essence?"

Si He's mind moved slightly, and he did not answer the bald man's question.

He just whispered to his family, "He is much stronger than me, at the Hedao realm... or even higher."

Nangong Yao frowned and whispered, "It's not recorded in the Shuiling Notes, and no Cuiyuan disciple has ever entered the depths of Dragon Fault to investigate."

The group of ten people did not hesitate at all and directly controlled their spiritual wings... and broke into the Chilong Divine Palace.

The mysterious and illusory palace suddenly trembled.

The world in front of Zhao Qing froze for a moment, and then became fragmented.

He subconsciously extended his spiritual power and built a barrier with his aunt Ningmei to protect Shuyue and Qinghuan.

Although with Shuyue's cultivation level... she no longer needs this level of protection.

hum!

The Niwan Palace was shaking and surging, and the spiritual consciousness seemed to be torn apart.

This is a sign that you are being transmitted!

In the vast Pantheon, every palace is a secret place.

……

The white clouds are floating.

Zhao Qing looked around in confusion and was shocked to find that there was another world inside the Chilong Divine Palace.

The broken blue rock is covered with marks of time.

Among the desolate mountains, the rivers have long dried up, leaving only ink-like moss marks... and only vague traces.

The long stone path collapsed and shattered, and the withered weeds in it were all turned into powder and dissipated by the breeze.

The mountains, rivers, sun and moon are all decayed.

The overturned purple-gold palace has lost its former charm.

The jade steps leading to the palace also turned into a small hill. The scattered jade essence reflected strands of light, illuminating the dust between heaven and earth.

"Someone."

Xi Meng, who had never spoken a word, now whispered softly to remind everyone.

Although she looks delicate and weak, she is actually the seventh master of Fengming Mountain. She has participated in the seventh walking competition of Phoenix Emperor... She has no problem competing with Yuanying.

Zhao Qing's spiritual sense spread out, and he instantly discovered the three cultivators, who had already gone deep into the cliff.

But they did not enter the Purple Gold Palace, but sat cross-legged in meditation as if they were comprehending something.

Two Jindan and one Yuanying.

Zhao Qing's heart tightened, and it wasn't because of their cultivation...

"Dragon?" He couldn't help but think that the people who appeared in this Chilong Palace might also be of dragon bloodline. He wondered if it would affect Qinghuan's inheritance.

Jiang Yanli stared intently for a moment, using his spiritual sense to detect, and then waved his hand casually.

"Yes, there is some Chilong bloodline."

"Black snake, palace guard, mermaid."

Zhao Qing: ...

snake?

Gecko? Isn’t a gecko just a gecko?

Only the mermaids seem to have some understanding...

The three demon cultivators obviously also felt their arrival, but did not make any movement.

"Let's go over and take a look."