Chapter 390: Fulong Tianyuan
Three days later.
Ning Daoran, dressed in a blue shirt, floated away from Master Liuyun's treasure boat.
"Friend Ning."
Lin Tiannan, who was sitting upright on the edge of Fulong Tianyuan, slowly stood up and asked, "Are you ready?"
"Um."
Ning Daoran nodded. At this time, the Yi Mu Divine Ruler had been refined and its magic power was full, reaching its peak state.
"Nephew Ning."
Seven Stars True Lord looked vague and said bluntly: "It is extremely dangerous to enter the Fulong Tianyuan. If you change your mind now, we will never force you to do anything."
Lin Tiannan and True Lord Liuyun nodded in unison.
"Thank you for your concern, uncle."
Ning Daoran clasped his fists and said, "Don't worry, as long as that real dragon hasn't been reborn, I have more than 90% chance of getting out of this unscathed."
"That true dragon has fallen for ten thousand years, and it will definitely not be reborn."
True Lord Liuyun smiled and said, "But you should be extra careful, my friend Ning. The real dragon's corpse is one of the most exciting treasures in the world. There might be something else at the bottom of the abyss. If anything unexpected happens, you should retreat immediately without hesitation."
"good."
Ning Daoran gently raised his left hand, and immediately a wisp of Changqing Jue aura lingered around him. He floated up and stepped into the sky above Tianyuan, saying, "Ning is leaving. Please rest assured, three seniors."
"I wish you all the best!"
The next second, Ning Daoran's body fell rapidly!
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The wind was blowing violently, and countless earth energy was blowing towards us.
The moment Ning Daoran sank into the Fulong Abyss, he could no longer breathe the outside air. The air was filled with the essence of Wu Earth, which was derived from the corpse of a real dragon. If a human cultivator tried to refine it by force, he might lose his life, which would be counterproductive.
“Huh~~~”
Ning Daoran practiced the Art of Eternal Green and quickly entered into internal breathing. The power of Eternal Green in his body circulated, and countless fresh air was generated on its own, which was enough to support his breathing needs. Under the repulsion of the power of the Art of Eternal Green, the earth essence around him was also squeezed away and could not get close at all.
As the body falls, the Wu Earth Essence becomes more and more dense, and the feeling of oppression from the Wu Earth Essence becomes stronger and stronger.
Ning Daoran felt as if his entire body was buried in deep sand and dust. If his cultivation was not good enough, his body would be crushed in the blink of an eye.
He frowned and couldn't help but use a large amount of Changqing Jue magic power to protect the outer layer of his body. The blood and energy deep inside his body also surged. The seventeen levels of the Dragon Demon Heart Sutra hummed continuously, and strands of dragon scale-like skin appeared on the surface of his skin. This move was equivalent to giving himself a double insurance. Even if the Changqing Jue couldn't hold on, at least he still had the Dragon Demon Heart Sutra to support him.
At this time, after Ning Daoran released his consciousness, he found that the Wu Earth essence was too dense, and his powerful Jindan consciousness could not explore more than ten steps! Therefore, the connection with the three Yuanying masters above was completely cut off, and only the formation flag inserted in his waist was still absorbing the wood attribute spiritual energy from the outside world.
Four thousand feet deep! Ning Daoran's body fell rapidly, and his whole body was wrapped in the strong power of Changqing Jue. At this time, the pressure of Wu Tu's essence became stronger, and there was a sizzling sound on the surface of his body. The power of Changqing Jue spread all over the outermost layer was constantly being worn away by Wu Tu's essence. He had to constantly circulate the power in his body to replenish it, otherwise his whole body would soon be corroded and swallowed by Wu Tu's essence.
“That’s quite impressive…”
He frowned slightly, and increased the power of the twenty-four levels of the Evergreen Art circulating in his body by another 10%.
There was a constant whistling sound of wind in his ears, and soon Ning Daoran smelled a strange breath. In this Fulong Tianyuan, in addition to the essence of Wu Earth, he seemed to smell a wisp of demonic energy coming with the wind.
"Could it be that the real dragon has truly been reborn after Nirvana?"
His heart skipped a beat, but he quickly dismissed the idea.
If a real dragon really resurrected and appeared in the Eastern Wilderness's world of immortal cultivation, the entire human world would probably be in chaos. The existence of a real dragon... is likely to have completely surpassed the level of the Spirit Transformation Stage, and would be a king-like existence in the human world. If it really existed, there would have been chaos long ago!
At this time, accompanied by the whistling sound of the wind, he had reached a depth of five thousand feet in the Fulong Tianyuan!
The Wu Earth essence in the depths of the sky became increasingly dense, and the sense of oppression from all directions increased dramatically. Ning Daoran had no choice but to increase the power of the Changqing Jue by another 10% to fight against the suppression of the outside world.
"Chiu——"
Suddenly, a voice came from the depths of the sky, followed by an extremely strong demonic aura that covered the sky and the earth!
"not good!"
Ning Daoran's heart trembled violently, and he knew that Fulong Tianyuan was not so peaceful. He looked up suddenly, and saw that there was something rushing out from the orange-yellow rich Wu Earth essence, like breaking through the clouds and waves. It was a giant bird with a wingspan of about five meters. Moreover, this giant bird was wrapped in wood-attributed demonic energy, at the late Jindan level, and only one step away from a fourth-level demon beast! "It's a wood hornbill!"
In the Lingpu Cave, Xiaobai said in a deep voice: "Sir, this wood hornbill has a very strong aura. Its wood-attributed essence can naturally restrain the earth-attributed essence in the Fulong Abyss, so it can survive here. I think this wood hornbill should be one of the guardian monsters of the Fulong Abyss. It left the first-class paper figurine alone, but it came when your real body came down. Do you need me to help?"
"I can handle it myself."
Ning Daoran leaned back suddenly and saw the wood hornbill's claws like sharp blades flying past his nose. At the same time, Ning Daoran spread out his five fingers, and the dragon magic power surged, turning into a dragon claw that fiercely grabbed the wood hornbill's tail. He spun his body and threw it onto the stone wall beside him, and the bird's feathers immediately scattered and flew everywhere.
"Chiu~~~"
The wood hornbill became extremely ferocious, its eyes turned from wood green to blood red in an instant, its beak opened, its tongue flicked, and suddenly a breath of murderous aura with a strong fishy smell came towards you.
Ning Daoran had already ignited a third-order speed talisman, and with a twist of his body he avoided the impact of the evil spirit. At the same time, a number of golden flying swords flew out of his body and headed straight for the wood hornbill.
The wood hornbill was furious, and the moment it spread its wings, its blood surged. Its body continued to expand, and in less than three breaths, it had increased tenfold. Its body had already covered the sky, and a pair of sharp claws dropped from the sky and grabbed down fiercely, as if it wanted to tear Ning Daoran's body through in one fell swoop.
"You wish!"
Ning Daoran raised his hand and pointed. A golden light shone brightly between his eyebrows. A roll of crystal clear bamboo slips flew out and opened in the air with a "swish". The bamboo slips continued to grow larger and larger. In an instant, they turned into a huge ancient treasure cage that imprisoned the wood hornbill. The words that had long been refined on the bamboo slips appeared one by one, imprisoning the wood hornbill.
“Chirp!”
The wood hornbill went crazy and flapped its wings desperately. The scattered feathers turned into sharp cones and hit the cage of words with "puff puff puff". Its sharp claws also scratched down wantonly. Unfortunately, the Green Bamboo Scroll was an ancient treasure with super strong defense. Over the years, Ning Daoran had treated it as a life-long object and nurtured it with his own vitality. It was extremely strong and did not move at all under the fierce attack of the wood hornbill.
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"go!"
Ning Daoran made a sword gesture and twenty-four golden swords flew out at the same time, controlled by the Yin-Yang sword intent of returning to nature. They crisscrossed in the cage of the green bamboo scroll like a swimming dragon, leaving continuous piercing wounds on the body of the wood hornbill.
"This fellow Taoist!"
As its injuries became more and more serious, the wooden hornbill flapped its wings to avoid the golden sword's attack, and spoke in human language: "It is better to resolve a feud than to create one. Daoyou must have come to Fulong Tianyuan to seek the Dharma, and so did I. In this case, why bother to fight to the death? I hope Daoyou will spare me, and I will repay you in the future!"
"oh?"
Ning Daoran raised his eyebrows slightly. He didn't believe such words even when he was in the Qi Refining Stage. What's more, the other party was a demon bird, and he couldn't believe even a punctuation mark. If he let it go, this demon bird would attack him fatally without hesitation if it got the chance.
"You are right, my friend. I don't want to fight to the death either!"
Ning Daoran raised his hand lightly and said, "This green bamboo cage is a Confucian artifact. I don't have a complete grasp of it, so I can only release a corner of the top. You can leave through the gap on your own. If we meet again in Fulong Tianyuan, I hope you will remember my kindness and lend me a helping hand if possible!"
"Of course!"
The wood hornbill was ecstatic, with a gleam in its eyes. It had been roaming the world of immortal cultivation for thousands of years, but had never encountered such an easy-to-gullify Jindan cultivator. It didn't know how this guy had cultivated to the middle stage of Jindan.
As for the future... naturally I will find an opportunity to strangle him completely. This person has mastered the Changqing Jue to perfection, and his blood, flesh and essence are a great tonic for me! "In that case, thank you very much, fellow Taoist."
The wooden hornbill flapped its wings, and its bruised body flew out from the small gap at the top of the green bamboo scroll!
However, the moment it flew out! "Swish!"
A strand of blood-red thread suddenly passed through the sky above the gap, so that although the wood bird's body was still flapping its wings hard to fly upwards, its head had already been separated from its body.
“Oops…”
The hornbill's mind was blank, and it was filled with hatred before it died. This guy was cunning and really hateful!
…
Ning Daoran slapped his storage bag and put the body of the wood hornbill into his pocket. Apart from anything else, those few third-grade top-quality wood-attributed true feathers were good things, and were the excellent main materials for third-grade formations and third-grade flying puppets!
The body continued to fall.
When he sank to a depth of six thousand feet, Ning Daoran frowned. At this moment, even the Eternal Green Art felt a little strenuous, so he input a strand of wood-attributed magic power into the Yi Mu Divine Ruler without hesitation.
"Buzz~~~"
The Yimu Divine Ruler shone brightly, and suddenly became a emerald green ruler that was several dozen feet long. In an instant, the pressure of the Wu Earth Essence that Ning Daoran was bearing was reduced by at least half! It really is a treasure, and a fourth-level spiritual treasure is different! Ning Daoran's eyes lit up, but he felt a little regretful in his heart. This thing was lent to him by the Seven Stars True Lord, not a gift, which was a bit of a pity!
…
Soon after, the earth energy coming from all directions became increasingly dense, and the feeling of oppression increased dramatically.
At this time, Ning Daoran had already gone eight thousand feet deep into the Fulong Tianyuan. Just as he frowned and habitually released his spiritual sense to explore the surroundings but could not explore more than a few meters away, suddenly, there was a sound of breaking wind in the air filled with the essence of Wu Earth, and then pieces of wood-green stalagmites emerged from the clouds, like tentacles strangling him!
(End of this chapter)