A group of beautiful maids held jade plates and presented delicacies one after another.
Crabs as big as a basin, plump, snow-white fish, and arm-thick prawns...
In addition, there are also some dishes such as oysters, scallops, and scallops, all of which are full of aura and paired with various seasonings with different flavors, making them delicious.
Ying Que first accompanied Su Yi and others to a banquet. During the conversation, he also learned about the identities of Su Yi and others.
When he learned that Su Yi was from the Great Zhou Dynasty, Ying Que was also stunned for a moment, as if he couldn't believe how such a remote and small country could have such a supernatural character as Su Yi.
"I heard that the place where the Great Zhou Dynasty is located is the southern border of the Cangqing Continent. Thirty thousand years ago, the number one Buddhist holy place in the world, the 'Prajna Zen Garden', was entrenched in that territory. In this Prajna Zen Garden, It is said that a real dragon is enshrined, which has a very rich heritage."
Yingque smiled and said.
He was dressed in robes, with frost-white temples, and a strange appearance. When his aura was restrained, there was no trace of the fierce power of a great demon in the spirit transformation realm. Instead, he had an air of being otherworldly. His voice was warm and mellow, as clear as jade, and he had an excellent demeanor.
"This Buddhist power does have a true dragon. I once went to its ruins and got a drop of true dragon essence and blood, so I dare to guess that this is true."
Su Yi casually said that he was dealing with a crab as big as a basin. The crab paste was as white as snow, fragrant and refreshing, and very fresh.
Ying Que's heart was shocked, and his eyes showed a trace of rare enthusiasm, "Fellow Daoist Su, are the ruins still there?"
He is a black dragon, and the existence of a true dragon in his heart is like the ultimate goal that can be sought on the path of spiritual practice, comparable to a god!
"That place has long been in ruins. Even if you go looking for it, you will definitely come back empty-handed. What's more, for a black dragon like you, although your bloodline talent is top-notch among the dragons, if you want to truly transform, Being a real dragon is almost impossible."
As soon as Su Yi said these words, it was like pouring a basin of cold water on him, completely extinguishing the fire in Ying Que's heart.
He sighed and said with emotion: "The road is difficult, but since we are determined to do it, we should go forward bravely."
After a pause, Ying Que said with a smile: "Besides, Fellow Daoist Su did not put his words to death, proving that although this road to dragon transformation is almost impossible, there must be a glimmer of hope."
Su Yi nodded and said nothing more.
It is far more difficult for a dragon genus to become a true dragon than for a monk to set foot in the imperial realm.
This road has been attacked by countless stunning dragons throughout the ages. Those who may have succeeded almost only exist in vague legends, and even the authenticity cannot be confirmed.
Under such circumstances, if he told the truth, Ying Que might not be able to withstand such a blow.
Sometimes, it's a good thing to be ignorant and fearless. At least you won't feel the true despair when searching for the road...
After three rounds of wine, five flavors of food.
Ying Que then stood up and left the hall with Su Yi.
This shows how brilliant Ying Que's way of doing things is. Even though he is anxious to ask Su Yi for help, he still has the patience to entertain Su Yi and others first, which can not only further strengthen the relationship, but also appear polite and thoughtful.
And Ying Que's actions did win Su Yi's favor.
"Father, I have brought an expert to help you!"
In a dark and depressing palace covered with numerous forbidden formations, Ying Que fell to his knees as soon as he entered, with an expression that ranged from excitement to sadness.
The so-called help is to free his father from "the desire to die", that is, to truly die.
This is naturally a mixed bag for Yingque.
Su Yi raised his eyes
Looking over, he saw a dying black dragon lying deep in the hall. It was more than ten feet long. Its body was like a small mountain lying on the ground, and its whole body was covered with black scales the size of a cattail fan.
What is shocking is that there is a sword stuck on the black dragon's head, and the wound is stained with dried blood.
In the middle of the dragon's body, the flesh and blood were blurred. After it was obviously broken, the wound was sutured.
Undoubtedly, that sword was left by the sword cultivator back then.
And its broken body was split into pieces by the Dragon Transformation Tribulation!
Wisps of obscure and strange taboo aura lingered around the black dragon's body, allowing Su Yi to instantly judge that it was the aura of power from the Dark Ancient Forbidden!
As if hearing Ying Que's voice, the black dragon's closed eyes opened, dim and dull, filled with pain, confusion, violence, chaos, and obviously no consciousness.
Immediately, the black dragon seemed to become excited, and a hysterical and crazy roar came from his lips:
"Liu Qianxing, I want to kill you! Kill you!!!"
The sound shook the hall, revealing incomparable hatred.
Seeing the black dragon struggling to rush over, Yingque took out a formation disk from his sleeve robe and started spinning it violently.
boom!
The forbidden power covering the surroundings of the hall emerged, like a heavy chain, firmly suppressing the black dragon.
"Who is Liu Qianxing?"
Su Yi asked.
Ying Que showed a look of pain and resentment on his face and said: "This person is the sword cultivator who took the opportunity to sneak attack when my father was going through the catastrophe of transforming the dragon. This person is an elder of the Tianshu Sword Sect. However, as early as
He was killed when he attacked my father."
Su Yi suddenly realized, no wonder this black dragon hates Liu Qianxing so much.
He asked: "If I destroy the Ancient Forbidden City, your father may not be able to survive a cup of tea and will die suddenly. Are you prepared?"
Yingque bowed and saluted, saying: "I have been waiting for thousands of years for this day, and I also ask fellow Taoists to help my father get out of this difficulty!"
Su Yi nodded.
Clang!
The Xuanwu Sword fell into Su Yi's palm, and the ethereal sword body stopped like the night sky, with circles of ripple-like sharp edges. There seemed to be a vague shadow of a peerless ferocious bird spreading its wings and flying across the sword body.
"What a spiritual sword!"
Ying Que's heart was shocked, and he saw how extraordinary the Xuanwu sword was. Even the looming shadow of the vicious bird on the sword made him feel a dangerous aura.
What kind of ferocious bird spirit is this? Its breath is so ferocious and terrifying?
Before Yingque could figure it out, his body suddenly stiffened, his skin tingled, and his mind felt like it was being suppressed by a supreme sword power. He felt like he was suffocating. Boundless fear surged through his body like a tide, shocking him.
The soul almost appeared,
What kind of power is this!?
With his cultivation in the Spirit Transformation Realm that he has suppressed for nearly a thousand years, he is enough to be proud of today's Great Xia, but at this moment, he is like an insignificant ant, scared and helpless!
Almost at the same time, the pattern of the Swallowing Spirit Order glowed on the Xuanwu Sword, and a bright and clear glow emerged from the sword.
But what's even more terrifying is the aura lingering on the sword's edge.
That aura is as dark and mysterious as an abyss, but it has a terrifying power that can overwhelm eternity and dominate the heavens.
It was this breath that filled Ying Que next to him with great fear and panic.
Whoosh!
Su Yi cut it down with one sword.
Just like an antelope hanging its horns, the horse is flying in the sky, and a wisp of invisible sword energy cuts down. The black dragon roars in fear and helplessness, trembles, and does not dare to struggle or resist at all.
But this sword was not aimed at the black dragon.
laugh!
A burst of fine explosions resounded, and the dark ancient forbidden power lingering around the black dragon's body was like a cut rope, disintegrating inch by inch, and dissipated in the blink of an eye.
Almost at the same time, Ying Que, whose mind was suppressed and fell into fear, felt a wave of relief all over his body, and the feeling of despair and helplessness disappeared.
However, it was as if he had escaped from death, a chill ran down his spine, his face completely changed, and he looked at Su Yi with deep awe.
At this time, Ying Que was completely convinced that Su Yi's words full of contempt and treating him like a prey left to be slaughtered just now on the bank of Broken Dragon Cliff were not lies.
This young man in the Bigu Realm really has the power to kill him!
Thinking of this, Ying Que became even more grateful that he had not taken action rashly before, otherwise, the consequences would have been the same as seeking death.
At this time, the black dragon lying on the ground in the depths of the hall gradually became quieter. A trace of clarity quietly appeared in the pair of gloomy eyes, as if some sense had been restored from the endless years of confusion.
Clang!
Seeing this scene, Su Yi put away the Xuanwu Sword, turned around and walked out of the hall, "Your father's time is running out. You should have a good chat with him."
"Thank you, fellow Taoist!"
Ying Que bowed deeply and his attitude changed drastically.
Before, he relied on his identity and moral integrity. Although he was wary of Su Yi and had a humble and considerate attitude, it was also because he wanted to seek help from Su Yi.
But now, after seeing Su Yi's methods, Ying Que has been completely shocked by the power Su Yi has mastered, and he no longer dares to be disrespectful at all.
After all, that was the power of the Dark Ancient Forbidden, which made beings like him in the spirit realm helpless and could only watch his father suffer in the torture of "life worse than death" for countless years.
But under Su Yi's hand, with one sword, the power of the Dark Ancient Forbidden was wiped out!
How could Yingque not be shocked or disrespected by this?
"My son, is that you?"
A weak and hoarse voice resounded deep in the dark and oppressive hall.
Ying Que's heart was shocked, his eyes were red with excitement, he quickly stepped forward, knelt down and kowtowed: "Father, you are finally awake!"
…
Phew~
Walking out of the main hall, Su Yi let out a long breath.
Breaking the ancient ban is very simple, just use the breath of the Nine Hell Sword to kill it.
However, borrowing the breath of the Nine Hell Sword consumes a lot of the power of one's own soul, and even over time, the soul will suffer backlash and trauma.
"The power of my soul now is countless times stronger than when I killed Old Demon Lihuo and others on the Sea of Chaotic Spirits. But even so, when I use the aura of the Nine Hell Sword, I can only sustain half of it at most.
A quarter of an hour..."
"If you force it for more than half a quarter of an hour, your soul will be severely damaged..."
Thinking of this, a hint of helplessness appeared on Su Yi's eyebrows.
This is just a breath of the Nine Hell Sword. If you want to actually use the Nine Hell Sword, you don't know how long it will take.
In his previous life, even though he was able to wield the Nine Hell Sword, he could only hold it for a quarter of an hour.
However, Su Yi has already figured out that as long as he can understand the secrets of the Nine Hell Sword in the future, he will be able to easily control this sword regardless of his level of cultivation!
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ps: Thanks to book friends 705, Mint, Murphy and other children’s shoes for their monthly tickets~
I saw a lot of children's shoes urging for updates, um... this weekend is the day after tomorrow, and if Goldfish is not busy then, there will be another five updates.