Beauty helps me achieve immortality

The crimson dragon scales were only slightly larger than Qinghuan's slender hand.

The profound and mysterious patterns on it have not been erased after tens of thousands of years, and instead, they are illuminated by the setting sun, making them bright red and delicate...

"If the armor hadn't been damaged, it would definitely be considered a top-quality Nascent Soul robe."

Nangong Yao was knowledgeable and experienced, and she made a casual comment at this moment.

Nascent Soul robes?

What kind of Nascent Soul robe would use dragon scales to protect the heart?

Zhao Qing knew that Nangong Yao was a wealthy man and had obviously seen many treasures...

Qinghuan gently stroked the delicate lines on the dragon scales, as if he could feel the surging power in his body. Although the power was far different from that of the dragon scales, the charm of the scales was somewhat similar.

She then handed the dragon scale to her master, and then continued to move forward silently beside him.

Zhao Qing took the scale in his hand and looked at it for a few seconds, then casually threw it to Nangong Yao to play with, leaving it to the three people to see the treasure left by the ancient demon lord.

Nangong Yao blinked her bright eyes, smiled, and put away the scales directly, not letting the bald man touch them at all.

Jiang Yanli was a phoenix, so he had naturally seen dragon scales before. He just smiled at Pi Wuwang...

Pi Wuwang then whispered, "No one wants to steal your things."

Nangong Yao smiled brightly, and followed Xi Meng with increasingly brisk steps, completely ignoring the bald man and Jiang Yanli.

Zhao Qing also smiled but said nothing.

It’s just a piece of dragon scale, just consider it as the payment for Nangong’s work.

Although these two walkers were invited by Jiang Yanli, we can't really let them come for sightseeing, right?

He still has this kind of thing in his hand... and it is Qingying's dragon scale, which is even more magical than this Chilong.

He even dug out two pieces of dragon bones, so prying off a few scales was just a piece of cake.

What he cares more about now is the inheritance of the magical powers of the dragon bloodline.

Among their group, only Qinghuan has dragon blood, and no one will compete with Qinghuan.

As for those rare ancient treasures, although he also wanted to give them to Shuyue and Ningmei to play with...it would be too much to ask for everything.

Decaying mountains and rivers.

The long and winding stone path between the lonely sloping hills looks extremely desolate.

It couldn't even withstand Shuyue's light footsteps, and cracks appeared one after another, causing fine dust to float away.

The group of ten people stopped laughing, and even Si He's eyes, which were full of curiosity, became a little calmer.

The mountain wind is cold and silent, and only dust and a faint evil spirit remain.

Walking on the dry mountain path shrouded in evening mist is like walking through the long river of time... From the world of today's Yujing to the Shenque of the ancient demon court.

The closer you get to the collapsed purple-gold palace, the more you can feel the desolate atmosphere that permeates your soul.

Suddenly, another cold and indifferent voice spread throughout the mountains and rivers.

"Long Si, stop!"

"Broken Dragon Cliff is a forbidden area. Do you have a written order from the Dragon Lord?"

Outside the purple-gold palace, a majestic demonic aura surged, revealing a tall woman standing in the sky.

She has a graceful figure and a pair of cold eyes like ice, but her figure is illusory and seems to disappear at any time.

"Haha, of course not. What do you think, Fairy?"

Jiang Yanli laughed out loud. Having passed through several Tiger Gates before, he didn't care about it at all.

My aunt's expression changed slightly, and she and He Shuyue looked up at the shadow of a woman in the distance.

They were taking the Dragon Heir Trial in the Ancient Demon Court, and what they wanted was the inheritance and treasures left by the Chilong Demon Lord.

It's just... tens of thousands of years late.

The Dragon Steps and Broken Dragon Cliff have long since turned into a pool of broken jade and a ridge of barren mountains.

Even the towering purple-gold palace has collapsed.

The so-called Dragon Guards and Dragon Generals and the trial rules seemed ridiculous... but also very sad.

The shadow's beautiful eyes turned cold, and she said in a cold voice, "Even without a written order, you must survive my halberd strike to gain the right to enter Broken Dragon Cliff and claim the treasure. Do you want to try?"

Zhao Qing and Jiang Yanli exchanged glances, then turned back to the woman and whispered, "Of course I'll try."

They knew that since they had come all the way here, there was no reason for them to go back.

Moreover, the Dragon Fault Trial had already become rotten...

"In that case, I'm sorry." A cold light flashed in the woman's eyes and she muttered to herself.

At the same time, vast spiritual energy emerged from the palace.

Her shadow grew more solid, and she slowly raised her slender hand and spoke respectfully...

"Please, Long Bao!"

A long, crimson spear suddenly flew out of the palace, but it was not an illusory shadow, but a tangible object.

Nangong Yao's eyes widened instantly, and she immediately took out the scale and stuffed it into the bald man's hand: "I want that one, not this one!"

Pi Wuwang: ...

He pinched the dragon scales in his hand and unconsciously moved his other hand to the beads on his chest.

Xi Meng's originally gentle eyes turned cold, her long hair fluttered in the air, and she took a step forward to block everyone.

Zhao Qing is more down-to-earth.

He directly took out the flying boat and took everyone on board to watch.

This flying boat can even withstand the attacks of the Nascent Soul, and can also transport people to the stars at any time. It is obviously the most stable choice at the moment.

Of course, he was not afraid of anything, he was just worried that Yue'er would be frightened.

The four of them have their own methods. Although his good luck cannot be used to withstand a beating, the help of Bodhi's incense should be able to hold on for a while. Nangong is also a princess of the ancient Zhongzhou clan. How can she not have some means to protect herself?

Not to mention... Jiang Yanli has extremely rich experience with the Ten Thousand Gods Palace. Even if he has not obtained the inherited treasure of the Tiger Demon Lord, he must have been beaten many times.

As for Nangong Loli's joke about wanting that dragon spear...

Ah!

Why do you want everything?!

This must be something for Qinghuan!

Zhao Qing stared at the shadow in the sky. The red lemon water eyes beside him flickered slightly, and he took soft steps and stood shoulder to shoulder with Zhao Qing.

She couldn't help but recall the past.

In the year of Wushen, in the secret realm of the Ruyi Immortal Sect's sword formation.

It was the same shadow of a woman, the same dilapidated palace, but Shen Su was using the Moon Chasing Sword...

The crimson dragon spear shone with a cold light.

Delicate lines of dragon scales...spun from the long handle and flew towards the mysterious halberd tip, just like a Chilong being held in someone's hand!

The female dragon servant's cold eyes narrowed slightly, she gripped the dragon halberd tightly and slowly raised her hand, pointing the cold tip at Zhao Qing and his group, and then whispered indifferently -

"Under the Dragon Spear, even the Divine Transformation... cannot be stopped."

Zhao Qing:! ?

What the hell are you talking about? Didn’t three people already get through?

But the next moment, he was suddenly startled and instantly activated all the protective formations on the flying boat.

A long and vast dragon roar resounded throughout the heavens and earth.

The crimson dragon halberd was simply held by the woman, lightly slicing through the void in front of her...

Rumble!

The surrounding barren mountains suddenly collapsed.

Bottomless cracks spread in all directions, like a glass cup shattered by an immortal.

Ancient trees that are so large that several people cannot hug them rise from the ground.

The earth shook, the dust roared, and the mountains and rocks were all turned into dust by the overwhelming murderous intent.

The setting sun looked like blood, and wild sandstorms arose between heaven and earth, and the tangled broken roots flew wildly.

Amidst the flying dust, the majestic and vast purple-gold palace rose up, floating in the sky...

Countless complex array patterns rose up on Xue Yi's walking jade boat. The large array that could easily resist the attack of the Nascent Soul seemed a little shaky at this moment!

The three demon cultivators who were originally watching outside the palace were even more shocked and used all their methods, frantically looking for a chance to survive.

A hint of surprise flashed across Si He's eyes.

She herself has the highest level of cultivation, so her perception is particularly clear.

The talisman formation in this secret realm has long been damaged.

The female phantom that appeared had at most the aura fluctuations of a peak Golden Core realm.

But the might of his halberd was so strong that he wished to reduce the entire secret realm to dust...

This is the army of Hedao!

The Divine Transformation cultivator is unstoppable...

If this had been said during the heyday of the Demon Court in the past, when the talisman formation was intact and this dragon servant woman was not an illusory body... then this statement might not be an exaggeration at all.

Even now, if the might of a halberd fell, an ordinary Jindan cultivator, or a Yuanying cultivator who had not yet learned the essence of transmission, would be killed instantly!

At this moment, Zhao Qing felt as if a thousand alpaca horses were galloping through his heart.

Sister?

Are you serious?!

It happened so quickly that in almost an instant, Xi Meng gathered all her energy and appeared on Zhao Qing's jade boat with the help of a small transmission array.

"Buddha is coming!"

"Bald!"

Pi Wuwang's low growl and Nangong Yao's anxious reminder came out almost at the same time.

The chaotic sandstorms swept across the sky and earth. The monk who had never been very serious looked solemn for a rare moment.

His Zen robes rustled loudly as he faced the protective formation of the Jade Boat... He rushed out in one step, facing the might of the dragon spear, and simply clasped his hands together, lowered his head and silently recited scriptures.

And behind him!

The boundless power of incense gathered together, revealing a huge Buddha figure shining with golden light.

The Buddha's shadow was a thousand feet tall, almost towering over the sky!

Its entire body is formed by the gathering of incense, and the majestic golden light stings the soul, making it difficult for people to look directly at it, and even the spiritual consciousness cannot see its true appearance.

The blood jade flying boat that Zhao Qing was piloting floated high in the sky, but it was completely enveloped by the golden statue, and was only just above the golden statue's thigh...

The golden hand, which was over a hundred feet long, was boundless. It seemed that as Pi Wuwang rushed out of the jade boat, it gradually grasped something.

The flying sand between heaven and earth stopped for a moment.

A staff weapon condensed from yellow sand suddenly appeared in the Buddha's hand. As they tilted and clasped together, the vast sand and dust weapon almost crossed the entire Chilongque Secret Realm...

A stick swept out diagonally, and heaven and earth were silent!

He easily blocked the power of the dragon spear, and even the rising purple-gold palace was knocked down again.

The so-called dragon treasure rolled back and sank deep into the palace without any movement.

The shadow of the female dragon servant also vanished like smoke, leaving behind only a cold and disdainful rebuke: "Unorthodox practices!"

The Buddha's shadow between heaven and earth did not dissipate. Instead, he held a sand stick in one hand and pointed it at Dragon Fault, as if waiting for something...

The hazy dust and smoke reflected the vast golden light.

The divine power!

Unstoppable!

The three demon cultivators who had entered this place earlier had already turned pale and stood there in a daze, not daring to move at all.

However, Jiang Yanli and Nangong Yao looked calm, and it was obvious that this was not the first time they had encountered such a situation.

As for Zhao Qing...

He was also a little dazed, and he was not the only one.

The whole family, except Si He, found the dead silence before them a little unbelievable.

There were many wonderful things in Xiaohe's smiling peach eyes.

Xi Meng's chest rose and fell lightly, the fear of facing the dragon spear just now had not yet subsided.

One breath...

Two breaths...