Devour

Chapter 229 Who is willing to be the flower protector

Feng Yong said: "The Holy Master of Guigu Sect, Leng Yi, is a master of formations who is well-versed in both ancient and modern times. People respect him as Nanbo. He has been in seclusion for more than a hundred years and his elders rarely go out into the world. Only one of his saint sons, Han Xing Ming Wang, and one of his saint daughters, Leng Yue Ming Wang, travel around the world and are already famous throughout the world."

Cheng Bai said: "Two saints from one sect? Guigu is quite magnanimous."

It is quite rare for a sect to have more than one Holy Son, which means that more variables need to be considered in training future leaders. If there is no conflict in status and responsibilities, then it is not a bad idea.

Feng Yong said solemnly: "The most influential among the Five Saints is Li Boren, the dean of Taowu Academy, who is known as the Western Confucian. Countless kings, princes, generals and ministers have graduated from his school. He is like a dragon that can only be seen from the head but not the tail. People dare not call him by his name, and often respectfully call him 'Master Li'."

Cheng Bai was surprised and asked, "What is the relationship between the Five Saints and Bo Xuan?"

Feng Yong said: "He is the direct disciple of the first Saint Lord of our sect, Saint King Hongyue. He was once ranked first among the Five Saints. He abdicated the position of Saint Lord and traveled far away to the heavens and myriad realms. Only then was Leng Yi replaced as the Saint of the South."

Cheng Baidao: "There are always rising stars who surpass their predecessors."

Feng Yong said, "It's very difficult. If you have inner demons, it's hard to face yourself, and you can't kill the three corpses to break through the three worlds and become a saint. There is an unconfirmed legend that Li Haotian, the leader of the seventy-two sages, once failed. The second-ranked Miaoyin Dharma King was extremely talented, but he lingered in the Nirvana realm for many years without making any progress. It's even more difficult for others."

Cheng Bai seemed to have realized something: "If Bo Xuan returns to Wuzhou Continent, won't he become the best master in the world?"

Feng Yong thought for a moment and said, "Maybe not. What we just talked about were all human masters. The demon race also has five saints, who are even more secluded from the world. As for who is better between the two races, the top masters of the two races, humans and demons, have not had a serious contest for at least tens of thousands of years."

Cheng Bai asked again: "Why does Bo Xuan want the Ladder of All Things?"

Feng Yong said: "You have to ask him himself. I don't know either."

Cheng Bai was stunned and asked, "I wonder if you can talk for so long?"

Feng Yong smiled and said, "I have told you everything I know. Now you should tell me where you are from? Where do you want to go? What is your purpose?"

Cheng Bai has not told anyone about his origins so far. He hesitated for a moment and said, "I come from a small blue planet called Earth. There are no outstanding cultivators there, and my ancestors were just mortals. I somehow ended up at the Yaoguang Temple on the Qiongqi Star, and then I gradually integrated into the Gentleman Clan, and gradually cultivated myself to become the king of the clan. In the future, I plan to pass the imperial examination and go to the Emperor Star to gain some experience."

Feng Yong was somewhat disappointed when he heard this, and said unwillingly: "I don't believe that the great Baidi is an ordinary person. I will definitely go to the place you mentioned to take a good look when I have time."

Cheng Bai asked curiously: "The starry sky is so vast, can we find the Earth?"

Feng Yong said: "Trace back to the source, find out the truth, how do you know you can't find it if you haven't tried it?"

Cheng Bai remembered that she had appeared in the Cloud Sky Palace, and couldn't help asking: "Have you ever been to Qiongqi Star? It has become a place of death. What can attract the Saint Girl of the Feitian Sect?"

Feng Yong explained: "The Yunqiong Palace in Qiongqi Continent is an ancient heritage site. It is one of the responsibilities of the saints of all generations to go there to maintain the historical guidance."

Cheng Bai was secretly curious: "The historical guidance is referring to the carved murals in the main hall? What does it have to do with the Feitian Sect?"

He was about to ask for more clarification when he quickly reached the bottom of the secret realm of the royal mausoleum and uncovered the result of the great battle that night.

The scene before them was horrifying, with debris and broken limbs scattered all over the ground, as well as tattered, dried-up corpses. The army of corpses of earthly immortals that shocked the world could not defeat the two ancient gods who possessed immortal weapons, and all became cannon fodder on the battlefield.

Most of the moonstone ore piled up in the mine had disappeared, leaving behind an empty moonstone lotus seat in the center, and the statue of Acalanatha had disappeared.

Cheng Bai was secretly surprised: "Even the statue of the Great Emperor couldn't resist? Yes, they used the skin of the Kui Niu, a large number of spiritual stones, and the swords and armor left by the corpses of the earthly immortals to repair the Mountain and River Imperial Spirit Map and bring out its maximum power. After all, it is just a stone statue, not the Great Emperor himself or a magic weapon. It cannot actively attack, so how can it be comparable to a real immortal weapon? The Immortal Map absorbed a trace of the Great Emperor's aura and repaired the damage. Isn't it a step further?"

The air was filled with the smell of decadence and decay.

Feng Yong covered his mouth and nose and whispered, "What a disappointing secret tomb. There are no decent treasures at all."

Cheng Bai looked at the mess on the ground, and the Phoenix Power swept through every corner, and immediately found something unusual. He said, "There is a fresh corpse, which looks relatively intact. It is not the corpse of an ancient earth immortal."

There were only three people left in the secret realm of the mausoleum that day: Shan Liu, Gu Huang and Huang Yunzi. Since they had already escaped and left, where did the new corpses come from?

It was leaning against a stone drum that had lost its Kui cow skin. It had been brutally disemboweled and its heart dug out. Its face was bare with white bones and its entire skin had been peeled off. What was even more bizarre was that the essence in its bones had been drained out, and its skeleton looked like a hollow bamboo.

Cheng Bai looked at it for a few times, and the more he looked, the more puzzled he became. He couldn't help but ask, "Who is this person? How could he die here?"

Feng Yong couldn't bear to look at the horrible state of the corpse. After hesitating for a moment, he stammered, "The way he died was weird. It seemed like a human puppet technique that used a heart-replacement technique."

Cheng Bai's face changed slightly when he heard this. He quickly approached the corpse to take a closer look. He saw that the corpse was making a magic gesture of earth escape with his right hand. He speculated in his mind: "Did this person want to escape by earth escape before he died? The spell was not successful... No, where can he escape to in the secret realm? His finger pointed to the distance, maybe there is something else that escaped by the spell."

After a period of hunting career, Cheng Bai became more interested in clues. He observed the subtle changes around him with his sharp eyes. Suddenly, he squatted down, and with his palm like a sharp blade, he dug up a loose ground near the right hand of the corpse and actually dug out a dark red token.

It is made of burning iron, and the texture on the front resembles rising flames. It is engraved with three large characters "Lie Yan Ling" and another small character "The 131st generation Holy Lord of Lie Yan Sect, Huang Yunzi". The back is a picture of beautiful mountains and rivers, with an elegant shape and fine carvings.

Cheng Bai was terrified when he thought about it, and asked in surprise, "The token of the leader Huang Yunzi was left here. Could the corpse be his? Then who is the other guy jumping around outside?"

Feng Yong pondered, "After some gifted monks die, in order to preserve most of their abilities, their spirits, internal organs, and essence are extracted while they are still fresh, and then pieced together with many bones to make a perfect human puppet. The most skilled ones have their own life, somewhere between the dead and the living. They have complete qualifications, cultivation, and skills during their lifetime, and even think they are not dead, but obey their master's orders. This is called the art of human puppetry."

Cheng Bai thought: "The Bone King has this ability, and the materials everywhere are just the best to extract their essence. I think the Bone King was probably a similar product." Then he said: "Huang Yunzi thought he had the help of the ancient gods and immortal tools, but he didn't expect that he would be eaten by the tiger in the end. The Bone King used a human puppet to impersonate him, and even the Taizhen Flying Armor that saved his life was stripped away."

Feng Yong sighed, "It's so sad that a great master died without a burial place." Her fingertips trembled slightly, as if she was frightened.

Being in a place with corpses everywhere is not a good environment to chat and laugh with a beautiful woman.

Cheng Bai gently held her hand, as if he was afraid that some unknown evil would hurt her. The soft and delicate touch made his heart beat faster like an electric current, and he was deeply attracted to it and unable to extricate himself.

Perhaps it was due to the refining of the bone-corroding poisonous fog, or perhaps it was the result of accumulated energy that came to a natural conclusion. In an instant, a blessing came to his mind and his eyes were opened.

The Dantian is filled with the evening haze of Jianmu fairy light, the surrounding magical power is surging, and many runes are full of vitality. They are overlapped and combined to construct the third gate of magical power - the Gate of No Form.

Those who are formless break free from the bondage of appearances and focus on breaking through possessions. They are colorless and formless, pure and free from confusion. They are aware of the ever-changing nature of existence and non-existence, and their minds pursue true freedom and peace.

The winding river of mana flows endlessly like a jade belt, further converging into the Yangtze River of mana. The rolling waves of mana break through the shackles and nourish every corner of the body through the door of formlessness.

The warm power surrounded Cheng Bai, producing a qualitative change from the inside out. His body and soul were sublimated, and his cultivation soared into the sky.

Feng Yong did not resist. The magical power was reflected back from the place where her palms touched her, soft and comfortable, making her feel so comfortable that she was floating in the air and was reluctant to let go.

"You have broken through the bottleneck of your cultivation?"

Feng Yong looked up at Cheng Bai, dazed and absent-minded, and suddenly whispered, "If one day someone wants to kill me or harm me, will you protect me and favor me?"

Her soft and moving voice carried a faint sense of hope and desire.

Cheng Bai's eyes were firm and gentle, and he said resolutely: "Of course. I will protect you and won't let you get hurt in the slightest."

Feng Yong had a faint smile on his face, like a gorgeous firework blooming in the night sky, emitting a dazzling brilliance, and murmured: "Don't forget what I said today."

Their eyes met, and time seemed to stop.