The vast sea of stars is boundless, and a kind-faced old man is sitting cross-legged in it, holding a long-necked bottle as white as suet, blending in with the bright stars around him, as if he should have been sitting here.
"My old friend from afar, it's time for you to worry about me." The old man smiled slightly and slowly closed his eyes.
Liu Qiankun was lying on the ground and fell into a drowsy sleep. In vain, he felt his body light up, and his whole body floated up. His body was as light as a piece of dust smoke swaying in the wind.
"Hey! How did I come here? Didn't you remember staying in the Purple Moon?" Liu Qiankun was confused and murmured to himself.
In front of him was a mountain with undulating peaks, and he was floating among the mountains.
There is a simple boundary monument not far away, with four large characters written on it: Yunluo Wonderland. The font is vigorous and powerful, and it is quite breathtaking.
Liu Qiankun frowned, but his body drifted towards the mountain involuntarily.
I don’t know how far I have drifted, but there is a valley shrouded in clouds and mist in front of me, and waves of angry shouts can be vaguely heard in my ears.
"You damn evil dragon, the master has given you a great favor by ordering you to be locked in this trapped dragon pool. If you don't behave honestly, don't blame me for being ruthless..."
Ouch!
A high-pitched dragon roar shook the entire valley, seeming to vent its anger.
Snap! Snap!
Two dull whip cracks were heard, and the dragon's roar suddenly stopped.
"Golden Immortal Yunluo, one day my brother ascends to the immortal world and will definitely crush you to ashes." A majestic voice sounded in the valley, and a strong hatred shot straight into the sky.
Liu Qiankun floated over the valley, and what he saw in front of him almost made him lose his breath.
A huge five-clawed golden dragon had a thick black iron chain running through its back and was locked tightly in the pool. The single horn on its forehead was clearly visible. A black-faced man holding a whip was standing in the pool with a ferocious smile on his face.
side.
"Brother!" Liu Qiankun wanted to shout, but he couldn't. He wanted to draw his sword, but no matter how much he called for the Qiankun Ring, there was no sound at all.
The body of the golden dragon is covered in blood, with thousands of wounds, large and small, and even bones can be seen in some places, which is really shocking.
"Hmph! Dream on, I will let you have a taste of the dragon whip now." The black-faced man snorted coldly, and the long whip in his hand whipped out thousands of whip flowers and hit the golden dragon hard.
Bang! Bang! Bang...
The pale golden dragon's blood splashed and dyed on the rippling blue water. The golden dragon struggled to twist its body, letting out bursts of muffled grunts from time to time, but never making a sound.
Every time the whip was struck, he wanted to hit Liu Qiankun in the heart. He wanted to rush down and block the whip with his own body, but he couldn't move. He could only watch Qiong Hong struggling in the trapped dragon pool.
The black-faced man seemed tired after whipping for a while, so he twitched his palm back and withdrew the blood-stained whip.
"The Jinxian has given orders. If you continue to disobey the discipline, I will give you three whips a day for five hundred years. It depends on whether you obey or not..." the black-faced man said with a sinister smile.
Qiong Hong struggled to raise his dragon head, spit out a mouthful of blood mist, and said in a hateful voice: "You despicable and shameless things, if you have the ability, kill me now, otherwise I will kill you all one day."
Qiong Hong had already been restrained by Yun Luo, but his words were still extremely tough.
The black-faced man smiled coldly when he heard this, shook his hands and took out a long transparent object, which looked like a rope, but was hollow in the middle, like a water pipe. There was a conical object at one end, and the tip of the cone shone with a little cold light.
When Qiong Hong saw this thing, his whole body trembled violently, and finally he slowly closed his eyes.
Whoosh!
A scream broke through the air, and the black-faced man shook his hands and shot out a long pipe. The tip of the cone, flashing with cold light, pierced the dragon's body hard. Qionghong's body twitched violently twice before slowly calming down.
"Humph!" The black-faced man snorted coldly, took out a huge leather bag from his waist, and connected the other end to the mouth of the bag. A stream of pale golden dragon blood was seen gushing out from Qionghong's body, flowing along the
The tube is injected into the skin bag.
The shriveled skin slowly swelled up, and Liu Qiankun in mid-air felt as if his heart was being violently stirred by countless sharp knives, but his tears flowed to nowhere...
"Brother..." Qiong Hong murmured in his mouth, with the corners of his mouth raised slightly.
He smiled because there was still a hope in his heart, a long and stubborn hope...
"Ah! I'm going to kill you bastards!" Liu Qiankun roared and sat up, only to find that he was still inside the purple moon. He wiped his cheeks casually, his hands covered with tears.
"Is this just a dream?" Liu Qiankun thought to himself, and then rejected the idea: "This must not be a dream. I still have relatives in this other world, and there are things worth cherishing."
Liu Qiankun jumped up and flew towards Ziyue Palace like lightning.
"Mr. Ziyue! Come out! Mr. Ziyue..." The hysterical voice echoed in the hall.
"Are you calling me?" A clear female voice sounded. Zi Yuejun suddenly stood in front of him, holding a fairy sword in his hand and picking his nails carelessly.
Liu Qiankun gritted his teeth and said, "It's okay to take you out, but I must know how to get out right away."
Ziyue Jun felt ecstatic in her heart. She didn't expect that this kid would change so much after sleeping for less than a day. It seemed that she had made the right bet this time.
"There is one way to get out. Cultivation reaches the realm of ascension. Only by ascension can you ignore the existence of all spiritual weapons and illusions." Ziyue Jun said seriously.
"Bullshit, haven't you reached the level of ascension when you can easily kill even immortals?" Liu Qiankun asked with a depressed look on his face.
"The power of ascension is the supreme power between heaven and earth. No matter which realm it is, it cannot be resisted. I ascended to the demon world a long time ago, but it was only after my ascension that I was put into this vase. Do you understand?" Ziyuejun
Explained patiently.
You must know that if the power of ascension is exhausted, it will appear twice. One is to ascend to the world of immortals, demons, and demons, and the other time is to ascend to the realm of gods. All the demons in the vase were directly collected from the world of demons, and each category only has
One or two, even if they escape from the vase with the help of the power of ascension, only their descendants will be so lucky.
"Is it true that we can only practice here for tens of millions of years?" Liu Qiankun couldn't help but feel a little anxious.
Regardless of whether the dream was true or false, Liu Qiankun had an ominous premonition in his heart.
"That's the truth, but sister knows a shortcut." Ziyue Jun said slowly.
"As long as I can reach the realm of ascension as quickly as possible, I will fight no matter how dangerous it is." Liu Qiankun's words contained an aura of no hesitation, which made Ziyue Jun couldn't help but move slightly.
"This is an open secret, but it is looked down upon by some so-called righteous people..."
Liu Qiankun's face was solemn, waiting for Ziyuejun to reveal the 'open secret'.
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