Ning Qingyan's body was wrapped in Huaguang. In addition to the initial surprise, she was a sense of nostalgia.
In her previous life, she was also given a dragon tortoise shell by the genitals.
After the light of the sun faded away, Ning Qingyan's original clothes had a layer of black silver-plated fitting armor, which fitted her figure curve and would not hinder her from fighting.
"The Dragon Turtle Shell will continue to increase its defense level as Lord Ning's cultivation level." The Chinger smiled faintly.
After a thousand years, he was finally qualified to condense the dragon tortoise shell again.
The dragon turtle shell has its original power. No matter what level Ning Qingyan's cultivation level reaches in the future, the dragon turtle shell can help her resist higher-level damage.
For example, Ning Qingyan is now in the fusion stage, so the attack in the cave void stage can be resisted by the dragon tortoise shell to protect her from harm.
"Zijie, I want to go to the Desert of Burial God." Ning Qingyan moved her eyes away from the dragon tortoise shell and looked at Zijie.
Ning Qingyan can talk directly with Minggui about cooperation with Xuanjie, but Minghua must meet her.
Fortunately, the battlefield outside the domain is still under the protection of the heavenly way and there is no war, otherwise she might not have time to go to the westernmost part of the Demon Realm of the Burial God Desert.
It was a forbidden zone that even the way of heaven could not interfere with, so Minghua chose to escape the punishment of the way of heaven.
"Okay, follow the instructions of Lord Ning." Naturally, there would be no objection to the silence, and he also wanted to meet his old friend.
At this time, the hall gate was pushed open, and Minggui walked in. He should have heard the conversation between Ning Qingyan and Qingxiao, and said directly: "I'll take you there."
After being beaten by Ning Qingyan, he was no longer sarcastic and did not call himself "I" anymore.
Ning Qingyan nodded, but did not stop her.
It just so happened that you can talk to him about the extraterritorial battlefield on the way.
The Demon Realm has long been blocked by the barrier and has not had any contact with the Xuan Realm for thousands of years. I am afraid that I still don’t know about Lingshan, let alone the matter on the battlefield outside the domain.
The three of them did not delay, and the Demon Realm has always been simple and direct.
After a few words, Minggui set off with Ning Qingyan and Qingxiao.
When Meisu woke up from cultivation, he found out that Ning Qingyan had left with the Demon Lord and disappeared.
In desperation, Meisu had to leave the Demon City and return to Wuguang City first.
...
In the prehistoric world, Zhao Yun took Shanshan to temporarily live in the prehistoric barbarian tribe.
Zhao Yun has the power of his soul. After a few days of getting along, he understood the language of the prehistoric barbarians and was able to communicate with them.
Shanshan learns faster and plays with the children in the prehistoric barbarian tribes.
The children of the prehistoric barbarians are almost the same height as Zhao Yun. They are very respectful to Zhao Yun and have a very good attitude towards Shanshan. They often hold the little guy on their shoulders and play around.
Zhao Yun knew that they regarded him as the worshipped god "Hercules", and he did not explain.
Because, in this strange and destructive world, he and Shanshan need an identity protection.
The most important thing is that when he helped the tribe avoid the disaster of Xingyue that day, the barbarians in the tribe knelt in front of him and kowtowed, and he consumed a lot of soul power and was actually replenished.
That is the power of faith!
Zhao Yun quickly realized that after the prehistoric barbarians mistakenly regarded him as the "Hercules", their worship of the "Hercules" and the power of faith formed entered his body.
This unexpected discovery allowed Zhao Yun to find a new path of cultivation.
Perhaps, he can absorb the power of faith in this world, possess the power to break the void, and go back to find Ning Qingyan with Shining.
On this day, the tribe's priest knelt in front of Zhao Yun and prayed for rain.
It has been a long time since it rained, the river has dried up, and the mountain springs have disappeared. If there is no water source, they will die.
The priest told Zhao Yun that not only their tribe lacks water, but other tribes nearby also lack water. Everyone was praying for the gods they worship to bring down the rain and save them.
This made Zhao Yun feel moved and he did not refuse.
For him, the next rain was not difficult, so he condensed the power of his soul in front of all the prehistoric barbarians of the tribe and used the water call to attract a rain.
This rain covered more than one tribe. Even though it did not last for too long, when the rain stopped, Zhao Yun still felt a lot of faith power besides the tribe in front of him.
Feeling the changes in the power of the soul in his body, Zhao Yun's eyes moved slightly.
This is definitely a very good deal!
...
It was night, and Shinzhan had already fallen asleep.
Zhao Yun was outside, looking up at the cracked night sky, and the stars still hanging in the sky seemed to be on fire.
He looked at the stars intently and saw a faint star power appearing on the stars, falling to the thatched house behind him, and glittering inside and sleeping soundly. After the stars' power fell into his body, he fed a faint power back.
Among the stars.
Zhao Yun saw that the firelight wrapped around the burning stars was getting dimmer.
Is this the reason why the Realm Dao brings Shanshan here?
Zhao Yun couldn't help but guess in his heart.
But, such a meager power can really save the world?
Suddenly, footsteps came.
Zhao Yun looked back and saw the priest of the tribe.
The priest respectfully held a withered vine in his hands and handed it to Zhao Yun.
"What is this?" Zhao Yun asked.
The priest said something, and Zhao Yun understood it, and his eyes fell on the withered vine, "You said, it is called Lianli Branch? Can you communicate with the divine world and talk to the people you meet?"
The priest nodded piously.
He said that he often saw Zhao Yun looking up at the starry sky, probably because he was missing the divine world, so he specially asked his clan members to find this magical branch.
Zhao Yun took the branch and stared at the dry vines. Can this... let him hear Ning Qingyan's voice?