After reuniting with Yin Baishuang at the foot of the mountain, Junhe also found Bailian.
After inquiring about his connections and secret forces, we finally got the news about Xiao Bailong.
Bai Lian was observing and copying the two purple-grade talismans in his hand. When he heard the news from Jun He, his brows could not help but furrowed tightly for a moment.
He looked up at Jun He and said solemnly: "Elder brother is saying that three years ago, during the battle in Luanyou Valley, a white dragon carried my bones in its mouth and rode the wind for a million miles.
Passed through the Tiangang Wind God Formation, broke into the thunder and tribulation of the gods, flew around the nine heavens for three months without stopping, and finally was captured by Fengxu, the golden immortal of Weijiangshan in the immortal world?"
Yin Baishuang asked in confusion: "Why does the white dragon fly around the nine heavens for three months?"
The Nine Heavens are under the control of the immortal world and are a symbol of the nine tribulations of ascending to the gods.
Among the four realms, all those who ascend to transcend tribulations are determined by destiny, and their trajectories are recorded in the astrolabe.
If you forcibly break your destiny and cross the Nine Heavens, that would be disobeying the destiny of heaven. What does it mean to go against heaven?
Not to mention enduring the fierce winds and raging fires of the Nine Heavens, and the day and night training of the Nine Heavens Thunder Tribulation, flying around for three months without falling.
This move is tantamount to provoking the power of Heaven, treating the order of the six realms as nothing, which will inevitably lead to suppression by the Golden Immortal.
This is thanks to the fact that those who trespass into the ninth heaven are true dragons that have been destroyed in ancient times. The emperor will not bear the bloodline of the dragon clan to be cut off and will impose the punishment of heavenly punishment.
If not, if it had been someone else, he would have been wiped out by a thunderstorm.
After hearing this, Bailian fell silent and couldn't help but close his eyes, suppressing the myriad of emotions surging in his chest.
After a long time, he said in a dull voice: "It wants to go to Mount Putuo to seek the spirit of the Fire Dragon."
The dragon is the most powerful and longest-lasting creature in the world. Its body can stand side by side with the gods, and its soul is born to be a saint.
Putuo Mountain is the land of the West Buddha. In ancient times, this mountain once raised a true dragon to protect the mountain.
In ancient times, there have been countless horrific disasters that shocked even the gods and immortals.
The meteorite and the mountain collapsed, and the torrent poured into the sky. It was the true dragon named "Lihuo" who burned his body, dried up the torrent, and held up the western world.
Therefore, Mount Putuo continues to this day, and most of the immortals and gods in ancient times were also proud to continue to multiply.
The dragon's body is burned, but its soul remains forever.
There are rumors in the Six Realms that anyone who wears the bones of the deceased, tempers the dragon spirit, and bathes in the light of the soul can rekindle the fire of life.
Putuo Mountain is located in the hidden land of the west, and it is the little white dragon with the blood of the true dragon.
If you want to find this mountain, you can only keep flying in the nine heavens, smelling the soul power in the wind, and chasing the breath of the wind.
Although Balian has survived the tribulation, he is still a demon body and cannot ascend to the fairy world.
Regarding the affairs of the Shangqing Court, they are far less knowledgeable and understanding than those in the human world.
I don’t even know what kind of person or power this Golden Immortal Fengxu is in the immortal world.
But even so, in the realm of the Pure Immortal, among those who can squeeze into the realm of the Golden Immortal, which one is an ordinary Immortal?
They are the powerful men in the world such as Bailiyu, Su Guanhai and Yin Dufeng, who are the first of the three sects who are highly respected by the emperor.
It is also necessary to have the great road to follow freely, and there will be no disaster in the monastic career. It will also take thousands of years to achieve the body of a golden immortal.
Calculated in this way, this Dragon-Suppressing Golden Immortal is actually more powerful than the heads of the three sects and is difficult to contend with.
Jun He saw Bai Lian's worries and sighed: "According to common sense, the immortals in the Qing Dynasty should not interfere in human affairs.
It's just that this white dragon had already ascended into the country two hundred years ago to protect the Nanyao Immortal Pond.
It was not allowed to leave without the emperor's order, but it had only been flying into the pool for ten years before it disobeyed the emperor's order and entered the lower realm without authorization, violating the rules of heaven.
Even though this dragon has the blood of a true dragon, it is already on the list of targets in the immortal world. This time Jinxian Fengxu captured it, and it is truly worthy of its title."
Hearing this, Bailian's heart sank and said: "This means that if you want to rescue Xiao Bailong, you must negotiate directly with the Golden Immortal Fengxu?"
Jun He couldn't understand why Bai Lian wanted to rescue Bai Long, and frowned: "With all due respect, young master, there is no need to do this. It is really unreasonable to offend a golden immortal. If young master is eager to retrieve the bones...
If Emperor Taiyin doesn't come forward to ask for it, Jinxian Fengxu will definitely give him face."
Although Jun He's suggestion is good, it won't work in Bailian.
Not to mention that Balian would never abandon the little white dragon and let it suffer the pain of heavenly punishment.
Based on Balian's understanding of the little white dragon, since it was able to sense that he violated the rules of heaven two hundred years ago on the year of his death.
Two hundred years later, he swallowed his bones and entered the ninth heaven.
He believed that it would not be too difficult for the Taiyin Emperor to come forward and ask for the bones.
But the really difficult thing is that Xiao Bailong will never spit out his body and hand it over to others easily.
At that time, Jinxian Fengxu was worried that he would offend Zunxian Taiyin, so he would naturally resort to violent means.
Cut open the dragon's belly, dig out the dragon's stomach, and forcibly remove the bones.
As a result, Xiao Bailong could not avoid suffering a lot.
Seeing Bai Lian fall silent, Jun He knew in his heart that he did not agree with his idea, so he had to retreat and continue:
"If the young master wants to protect this dragon, there is no need to confront Jinxian Fengxu head-on.
I also received a piece of news that Fang You, the Lord of Shifang City, has been suffering from hidden dangers and serious illnesses all year round. In recent years, the attacks have been particularly frequent and it is said that his life has been threatened.
There are secret doctors in Shifang City who offer holy prescriptions, which require gentian to be used as medicine.
Although Shifang City is a human force, it is related by marriage to the master of Zhonghuaxian Mansion, and his daughter Fang Geyu is inextricably related to the Kunlun God Lord.
Although Fang You has not entered the Shangqing Court and is not considered the strongest in the world, many immortals in the immortal world need to look at his face.
I heard that the golden immortal Fengxu has a close relationship with Fang You, and Fengxu intends to auction Yinglong at the Shifang City auction in March next year."
It's called an auction, but in fact, no one knows that in this world, the only one with the greatest wealth in this world is Shifang.
The ancient true dragon is unique, and its whole body is filled with treasures. Shifang City has a big plan, so it will naturally give enough benefits to this Golden Immortal.
Jun He added: "Young Master, in the past three years, although you have secretly established 'One Drop of Blood' and made a lot of achievements, the development period is too short after all.
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Bailian thought for a moment and then said: "The auction will be held in March next year, which means there are still seven months..."
He raised his eyes and looked at Jun He, his pupils dark: "If we can swallow the underground city before this, senior brother, do you think we can compete with Shifang City?"
Junhe was really shocked by Bailian's quiet ambition.
But if you think about it carefully, it is still a method worth taking the risk.
It's just that... seven months is like annexing the mysterious forces stationed under the dark and dirty land of the human world, which is a bit of a fantasy.
Balian is not just a dreamer of unrealistic dreams, of course he knows how difficult this matter is.
"If you want to achieve something, blind planning will definitely not work. This matter needs to be considered in the long term."
He had been trapped in the Nine Netherworld Fire for three whole years, and now he was setting foot on the human world again. Of course, he needed to get familiar with this world first before making any plans.
Although the road ahead is as difficult and dangerous as a ten thousand-foot mountain, for Bai Lian, the news about Xiaobai now is great news.
According to Jun He's description, the underground city organization closest to where Bai Lian is at this moment is located on the border of Zhao State, which is 700 miles east.
The Zhao State is a small country in the middle and lower reaches of the country, and most of the immortal sects supported in the country are third-rate.
Even the National Sect is no more than a second-rate Immortal Sect. In recent years, it has been severely poisoned by the rampant underground city.
According to Junhe's news, the king of Zhao was cowardly and greedy, and the head of his country's sect, Qingluo Palace, even surrendered to the underground city.
Even the disciples under his own palace gate can be offered to the branch master in the underground city for secret experiments.
Complaints abounded throughout the country, and the common people were in dire straits, and the whole country was in a state of chaos.
I think it will take less than a few years for the domestic value to be squeezed out of the underground city, and I am afraid it will be easily abandoned and let other countries carve it up and cannibalize it.
By chance, Balian wanted to buy some information in the underground city.
Unlike Junhe, he has a heart-breaking memory experience, although he is familiar with both human affairs and demonic affairs.
But no matter how strong he is, he can't reach into the immortal world, so he can only do nothing to deal with the golden immortal Fengxu.
But the lord of this underground city is Zhao Wenjun, the eldest princess of Qin State. This woman has been hiding gold for many years. In terms of skills and means, she is actually superior to Baili Yu.
In her hands, this underground city is indeed running smoothly. In terms of selling information, no one in the Six Realms can match it.
Things that can't be found in Jun He's hands may be found in the underground city.
Based on the distance traveled by Bailian, Yin Baishuang, and Ying Ji, the journey of 700 miles only took an hour.
Junhe had already prepared the conditions for Baili'an to enter the underground city, but it turned out that Junhe still overestimated the strength of the king of Zhao.
Before everyone from Bailian entered the city, they happened to witness the fall of Zhao State with their own eyes.
The gates of the capital of the State of Zhao were wide open, and countless people filed out carrying packages and luggage, holding their children.
Outside the city wall, no large army was seen pressing the border.
In the city, there are no more smoke and horns, only swords and swords are seen, killing all over the city.
It's just that the sharp sword energy did not fall on the ordinary people in the city who were not skilled in cultivation.
Occasionally, a wisp of sword energy cut into the crowd, but what it killed was the monk in the city who was trying to confuse the ordinary people and escape from the country.
Balian's sword fell on the city wall, and through the bloody storm, he looked at the swords flying endlessly in the sky, with their green postures and sword robes hunting.
The totem emblem of the black and red fire-walking night unicorn looks like clouds under the blood-stained sunset. Its charm and grace are beyond the comparison of ordinary immortal monks.
Balian's eyes couldn't help but have complicated emotions.
As soon as he left Zhongyou, he bumped into a disciple of the Tianxi Sword Sect.
Balian couldn't help but suspect that Jun He might have arranged this on purpose. In the main sword formation crisscrossing the sky, Balian also saw a familiar figure from behind.
I saw the Snow-Cleaning Sword sweeping across the air, the sword energy forcefully coming out and retracting, the explosive power was astonishing and overbearing with a hint of distant ancient cold. The space suddenly became cold, the sword energy left traces in the wind, and the sharp breath was swirling in the wind.
Frost is like dust.
In the northwest, troops were concentrated to protect the king of Zhao, who was preparing to fight to the death and break out of the city with more than a thousand people.
Under the sweeping sweep of this traceable sword energy, a spiritual node three inches below his neck exploded instantly, blood suddenly appeared, and his entire body was wiped clean by the sword.
More than a thousand elite troops lost their mobility in an instant, and could not even hold the heavy sword in their hands. They whined and screamed, and fell down one after another like onions.
Only the Yongjun stood there in shock and fear, with tears streaming down his face.
Yun Rong just stood calmly and quietly in the void. In the golden light of the setting sun, her black clothes and black hair made her skin white and snowy, her neck was slender, her eyes were clear and bright with autumn eyes, and her brows were as bright as plum blossoms.
Even in this bloody carnage, her posture was somewhat cold and leisurely.
The sword in her hand was filled with murderous intent, but no one was hurt when she drew the sword.
Yun Rong was seen raising his slender and graceful hands, gently picking up the slightly loose sword robe on his body.
She calmly glanced at the tragic situation in the city, tilted her fair face slightly, and ordered an inner disciple behind her: "Capture those prisoners and hand them over to Second Senior Sister for interrogation."
The young disciple had already bowed his hands and was about to answer yes.
At this moment, an even stronger and hemp-like strong wind came from a high place. The strong wind shook the city towers on the ground, and the deep sound of dragons and swords sounded like the sonorous shouts of thousands of armies, and also like gods.
The giant palm wipes away all traces of life.
The wind tore their clothes, and the heads of the more than a thousand monks rolled down like ripe fruits falling from the trees.
Blood dyed the ground red, and even the strong winds carried a strong smell of blood.
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Balian suddenly felt some subtle fluctuations in the breath beside him. He felt something in his heart and looked over.
In the distance, at the tall building where the mountains and the sky meet, a man wearing a black and red sword robe stood in the setting sun that looked like blood bathing. He seemed to be incompatible with this killing battlefield, so strange and quiet.
As if he was about to melt into the skylight, it was difficult to feel the slightest warmth on the sword robe that he once wore so vigorously.
He walked down the tall building step by step, and the thick and almost solidified blood on the red-painted wooden steps quickly stained the white soles of his boots. The man's palm was firmly pressed on the unsheathed sword at his waist.
That sword is no longer the world-famous Shenglong, but an ordinary Dao sword that can be seen everywhere in immortal sects.
"Don't kill me...don't kill me...it has nothing to do with me...it really has nothing to do with me..."
When the king of Zhao Kingdom saw the person coming, he seemed to be scared out of his mind.
My legs were shaking like a sway, and I couldn't even bear the usual habit of calling myself "I".
He rubbed his hands in front of his chest in panic, begging for mercy in a humble and pitiful manner.
Bailiyu's face was expressionless, and even his eyes seemed to be staring straight into the abyss.
He didn't look sideways, and when he passed by Na Yongjun of Zhao Kingdom, he even took his hand off the sword at his waist.
The King of Zhao's voice suddenly disappeared. He was chopped in half and fell into a pool of blood, making no sound anymore.
Bailiyu raised his eyes, glanced at Yun Rong with a cold gaze, and said softly: "There are no prisoners among evil disciples."
Only then did Balian discover that his former father was the Master of Swords in the World, the first of the Seven Young Masters of the Qin Kingdom, and the most handsome man among all the nations.
At this time, his hair was already gray and rotten, full of signs of death.
The eyes that were once as bright as sword stars are now as if they were drowning in a turbid quagmire, and no trace of their brilliance can be seen anymore.