Chapter Thirty-Seven: Swimming Fish Compete for Crossing
This is a huge depression.
It is called "Shenglong Lake", but there is not a drop of water in it.
It stretches for tens of miles and is surrounded by nearly vertical cliffs, which are bare and smooth, reflecting the dark metallic luster. They are covered with scars, including wounds from swords and blades, marks of fists and palms penetrating the body, and even humanoid shapes.
Potholes.
The weathered cliffs are mottled and densely packed with marks, forming a shadow of sword light and blood.
Among the many cliffs of equal heights, there stands a special mountain peak, which is one hundred thousand feet high. It is golden all over, like a sharp sword thrust into the sky. On the steep mountain, a huge golden rope is wrapped from bottom to top.
dragon.
The golden dragon's reverse scale was pierced by a long blood-red sword, and it was nailed to the mountain. The golden dragon's blood flowed down from the wound, dyeing the entire mountain peak golden.
The dragon's head is huge and ferocious, protruding from the mountain, and its mouth is wide open, facing a four-sided pyramid below.
The pyramid is located in the center of the depression. It is made up of layers of stairs until it is higher than the surrounding cliffs. The top of the tower faces the dragon's head far away, with a distance of only more than a hundred feet.
Boom——
The morning bell broke, and when the sun shone on the earth, I looked around and saw that the cliffs around the depression were already filled with human figures.
They are all extraordinary monks, members of the Flying Immortal inner sect, and there are some true disciples, deacons, and several elder peak masters standing among them.
The wave of fog is approaching and disaster is looming. Many powerful figures, elders and strong men in Feixian are sent out to walk in the realm of Feixian and lobby all parties.
Feixian Dongtian is the overlord of this domain, and its affiliated forces only need to issue decrees, and they should not dare to disobey. But in addition, there are many forces that are not under Feixian's rule, and they need to come to clarify their interests and unite the entire
The power of the realm, as the leader of a realm, Feixian Dongtian has always done this kind of thing himself.
Since many strong men are out and there are still a large number of strong men and disciples guarding the border for a long time, not many people can come to watch this "Dragon Breath Exercise", and some even don't bother to watch the children play house.
Unless the organization intends to recruit new blood and expand its own lineage, it will send people to look for talents.
Even with all the above reasons, the number of people who came to watch the battle was still huge. They almost crowded the platform on the cliff. There were dozens of people and countless whispers. There were dozens or even millions of people.
The power of Feixian Cave Heaven can be seen clearly.
On the platform, there stood a gorgeous throne that was out of place with the surroundings. A man with a feminine appearance in purple robes was lying on it, unaware that he was taking up too much space, but the disciples around him did not dare to complain at all.
, looking at the man's eyes with awe.
"Evil Saint Cheng is a disciple of Feixian Cave's Tianzhen Chuan. He is ranked twenty-seventh on the Flying Dragon Ranking. His cultivation has reached the fifth level of the Divine Treasure Realm. He has two Taoist sources, the peerless level: Blood Devouring (three rings) and the rare level: Xuan.
The poisonous light (seven rings).』
"Huh?"
Evil Saint Cheng's expression changed, and his eyes were attracted by a figure in the distance. He couldn't help but stand up slowly. The next moment, blood light streaked through the void and appeared beside him.
"Bao'er, are you here too? Oh, I heard that your sixth brother is here. Are you here to see him?"
Evil Saint Cheng pulled the corners of his mouth hard and showed what he thought was the sunniest smile, but because his face was too stiff, it looked weird, as if a corpse was laughing.
Bah!
Purple-blue lightning flashed, and a black line slowly appeared on Evil Saint Cheng's neck, and his head immediately rolled to the ground.
"How many times have I told you, can you call me Bao'er?"
Wang Baoer's expression was cold, and a strand of hair was surrounded by thunder. It was actually it that chopped off the head of the evil saint.
"Haha, senior sister is so ruthless, junior brother knows that he is wrong."
The head on the ground was smiling, and slowly turned into a pool of blood as he spoke. On the headless corpse, the wounds squirmed, and another head grew while breathing.
"Get out of here."
"Okay!"
The evil saint nodded and bowed, his figure flickered, and he lay back on the throne. His expression slowly became gloomy, and he snorted slightly.
King Bao'er of the Fifteenth Phoenix was far superior to him in strength, so he could only hold back the fire in his heart and did not dare to explode in front of him.
Boom——
The old man with white beard and hair nodded slightly when he heard the bell, and then stepped into the void. The next moment, the vast sound spread in all directions.
"Once every ten years, dragon breath body training begins!!"
Click! Click!
A thick iron wall was raised around the depression, revealing a dark passage in the cliff. There were numerous figures in it, all breathing fast and with great fighting spirit.
Boom!!
Another bell rang, followed immediately by a dragon's roar that resounded throughout the sky, coming from the golden dragon's mouth.
hold head high--
Crash--
The golden mist surges out from the dragon's head, as if it is made up of countless bright golden particles. It flows over the top of the pyramid, pouring down all around, spreading crazily, as if it is endless, and will not fill the entire depression.
Vow not to give up.
In a short time, the huge depression was filled with golden mist, and the dragon head still kept breathing and spewing golden light.
The depression with rippling golden light is like a golden lake. This is Shenglong Lake!
"Fish fight in the lake, compete for the top of the pyramid, transform into the body of a real dragon, and forge the body of a diamond."
The tradition of Feixian Cave that has lasted through the ages begins again today.
The moment the golden lake water spread to the passage, it seemed as if the horn of charge was sounded. Tens of thousands of newly promoted outer disciples rushed out in unison and couldn't wait to rush out.
Boom!
When you step on the ground, like thousands of horses galloping, the ground is unbearable and trembles violently.
"kill!!"
"I am Li Batian of the Li family. Who dares to stop me? Kill!"
"Hahaha!"
"Fuck me!"
"happy!"
"My lady is here, please get out of the way!"
Chaos, chaos, how can we cooperate with each other vertically and horizontally? Under this golden light, a few rushes and kills will not be able to find the north, and they can only fight with each other until they die.
Death is impossible. Feixian is a righteous and lawful force, so how can it demonstrate the way of cultivating Gu?
This golden dragon's breath is very strange. Even if your head is blown inside, you will be immediately enveloped in a layer of golden light. The figures inside will freeze and their injuries will heal quickly.
Although he recovered, he could no longer step out of the light film. He could only stop here, absorbing some weak dragon breath power at the edge of Shenglong Lake.
This is equivalent to being eliminated.
"This dragon's breath is indeed what I need."
Yan Xing took his time, and was the last one to walk out of the passage. He held his palms, and the golden light floating freely in front of him was held in his palms.
The next moment, the flesh and blood particles seemed to be like mad dogs, swallowing up the golden light. Those particles that had swallowed up the golden light shimmered with bright golden light.
"nice one!"
Yan Xing's eyes flashed, and he raised his eyes and looked up. His eyes passed through the heavy golden mist and looked directly at the top of the pyramid. That was the place where the "Dragon's Breath" was most intense, and it was also a must-win place for all the disciples.
"A war on top?"
"Hey, I, Yan, want it!"
call--
There was a harsh sound of wind in his ears, and a thick metal rod whizzed over, hitting Yan Xing directly on his temple.
clang!!
"What!?"
The attacker's eyes widened and he looked at Yan Xing's head, which was flashing black light, and then at his twisted stick, feeling extremely shocked.
"Lie down."
Before the voice could be heard, Yan Xing appeared in front of him like a ghost. With a slap of his hand, his chest was flattened and his whole body was pressed into the rock formation.
"Hoo ho, coo coo..."
He vomited blood bubbles from his mouth and was about to die. The surrounding golden mist gathered rapidly, wrapping it up and turning it into a light film.
"interesting."
Yan Xing's eyes were full of meaning, he pondered for a moment and walked towards the pyramid.
"Okay, so strong!!"
The man in the light film regained his breath and struggled to look at Yan Xing, only to see an extremely majestic figure gradually disappearing into the depths of the mist.
As he walked, Yan Xing's thoughts continued. He guessed that this "Dragon Breath Body Forging" might have the same function as the cross-border passage to identify spies. It seemed that Feixian Cave Heaven was really defeated by that fiasco in the ancient times.
, so scared.
Of course, in the final analysis, this "Dragon's Breath Body Training" is a benefit for new disciples. At the same time, through this competition, some good seedlings are selected, which can be said to kill three birds with one stone.
Yan Xing is advancing faster and faster, but this benefit only lasts for seven days. During these seven days, the "dragon's breath" will not stop spitting out. It is the magical energy accumulated by the golden dragon nailed to the mountain in ten years.
energy.
Wherever you pass, you can see "golden eggs" everywhere, with a figure sealed inside. There are unwilling people roaring and roaring inside, and there are also smart people trying their best to swallow the golden light.
"Yan Xing? I found you!"
Ten figures, both male and female, rushed from the mist and surrounded Yan Xing, with cold expressions and surging murderous intent.
"A young hero appointed by a powerful being? Sorry, the young master has an order, but this road is blocked!"
Yan Xing's eyes were filled with surprise. He didn't expect that his name had spread to the cave world. What kind of young master could he command a group of disciples to use for himself? He seemed to have a lot of background, but his structure was a little different, so he was not afraid.
"No way? Just get through."
"I don't know what's wrong! Kill!!"
Facing the siege of ten people, Yan Xing's eyes were cold. He stepped on his feet and his fists were like horns. His muscles and bones all over his body trembled at a strange frequency. In an instant, the mist condensed and turned into a huge bull.
His body is shrouded.
"Powerful Bull Demon Fist? No! It's the true meaning of martial arts!"
"He is the ultimate mortal body!!"
In a normal person's understanding, if one can condense the true meaning of martial arts, then it must be the limit of the tenth level.
Moo——
The ground cracked, the horns were majestic, and the sky was full of cow shadows galloping past. Ten human figures were like rag dolls. They first rose into the air, then fell to the ground without strength, and were immediately wrapped in "golden eggs."
"Vulnerable."
Yan Xing brushed his sleeves and strode forward. As soon as he stepped through the fog in front of him, a bloody battlefield with tens of thousands of people gathered on one side blocked his way.
This area is like a meat grinder, and "golden eggs" are born out of thin air at every moment.
"This situation is just right for evolutionary talent."
As soon as this thought arose, Yan Xing used the power of [Return of Life] to control cells, flesh and blood, and began to extinguish the five senses. First, his eyes, whose amber pupils turned gray due to the death of cells, followed by smell, taste, touch...
…
Only hearing is left, and now there is nothing in Yan Xing's world except sound.
The transmission of sound requires a medium, and in this extraordinary world, the medium has infinite possibilities. Can particles in the void become the propagation medium of sound?
What about space?
Even time, laws, or other...
"The world of sound, here I come."
Yan Xing opened his gray eyes, fearless, and strode into the battlefield of tens of thousands of people.