When the fire phoenix flew to three thousand feet, Fairy Huanqing's face turned pale and the blood on her lips could no longer be stopped.
When the fire phoenix flew to a height of six thousand feet, Fairy Huanqing's eyes were filled with tears of blood, and it seemed as if she would fall down in the next second.
When the fire phoenix reached a height of nine thousand feet, Fairy Huanqing could no longer hold on. She spat out a mouthful of blood and fell backward. Xuan Lingzi sighed and quickly withdrew his hands to save the person. Unexpectedly, at this moment, he heard a clear and bright dragon roar!
Xuan Lingzi's body stiffened, and he immediately turned to look towards the northeast corner. His gaze was fixed on the towering, steep, withered mountain. He could hear long, long dragon roars emanating from the withered mountain, soaring into the sky. The fire phoenix, which was about to fall, actually accelerated, breaking through a height of 9,999 feet in one fell swoop!
Rumble!
The Fire Phoenix is reborn, and the formation is completed!
The moment the formation was fully deployed, Luo Jianqing looked at Xuan Lingzi and said, "Master, it's Dragon Roar!"
Xuan Lingzi said: "Yes, it is the roar of a dragon."
Luo Jianqing's eyes turned, and he immediately analyzed: "Could it be that there is a dragon in that withered mountain? Master, besides the Demon Lord Jin Li, is there another dragon in this world?"
Xuan Lingzi narrowed his eyes and said, "Master, I don't know either."
Luo Jianqing frowned, looking at the withered mountain not far away with complicated eyes. In the dim sand and dust, the withered mountain was looming, like a giant, standing tall among the mountains.
Although the Phoenix Feather Acacia Formation has been basically set up, it will still take some time to complete the formation.
Over the next twenty days, Xuan Lingzi, Fairy Huanqing, and several other cultivators with extensive knowledge of formations worked together to perfect the technique. When the Phoenix Feather Acacia Formation was fully completed, Luo Jianqing seemed to see a dormant fire phoenix hidden beneath the formation, poised to awaken at the slightest sign of change.
After the Phoenix Feather Acacia Formation was completed, all the cultivators breathed a sigh of relief. Without hesitation, they all hurriedly left the Kushan Mountains, as if they were being pursued by a flood or a ferocious beast, unwilling to waste even a moment.
But their escape was also natural.
This time, in order to set up the Phoenix Feather Acacia Formation, the cultivators had to enter the confines of the Desolate Mountain. Everyone in the world knew the dangers of the Desolate Mountain, and these cultivators constantly worried about falling into it. This time, they were incredibly lucky; surprisingly, no one perished. However, they didn't dare to test their luck, and once the formation was complete, they left immediately.
The female cultivators of Feihua Sect did not leave for the time being. They stayed outside the formation to mourn for Fairy Fengsi.
The formation sealing off the withered mountain had been completed. The Feihua Sect had given everything they had, doing what they were supposed to do, even what they didn't need to do. Now, with a clear conscience, they simply wanted to play a Hundred Flowers Music for their master.
I don't bloom when all the flowers bloom; when I bloom, all the flowers die.
The enchanting fragrance rises to the sky and condenses into jade silk, and the sound of the silk stops the beauty.
Luo Jianqing stood aside, looking at the nearly one hundred Feihua Sect monks who all played the Hundred Flowers Music that shook the heavens and the earth.
Every note of the zither was like a sob, every sound a mournful whine. When the group finished their last note, a thick, inky rain cloud drifted from the sky. Before long, heavy rain poured down upon the mountains, wetting the black hair of the female cultivators.
Luo Jianqing used his spiritual energy to shield himself, so ordinary rain could not reach him. Yet, before him, none of the sixty-three fairies from the Feihua Sect activated their spiritual energy. They held their zithers and slowly bowed before them. After putting them away, they sobbed silently. No one could tell if they were crying anymore. The rain and tears mixed together, soaking the earth.
On that day, Xuan Lingzi and Luo Jianqing left here and bid farewell to the fairies of Feihua Sect.
Before leaving, the head of the Feihua Sect, Fairy Liuyu, solemnly said, "Fellow Daoist Xuanlingzi, when the great formation was first completed, we all heard a dragon's roar coming from the withered mountain. This matter is of great importance. I have sent people to inform fellow Daoists around the world to let them know."
Xuan Lingzi was not surprised. He nodded slightly and said, "No problem. I'll go there next."
Fairy Liu Yu was surprised and said, "That's a dead mountain!"
Xuan Lingzi raised his eyes calmly: "Yes, that is Kushan."
Fairy Liuyu was speechless.
Fairy Liu Yu naturally couldn't stop Xuan Lingzi, nor could she. So Xuan Lingzi led Luo Jianqing towards the withered mountain. However, when they were a hundred meters away from the mountain, he stopped, turned to look at his disciple, and said, "Jianqing, if there really is a dragon here, I may not be able to protect you."
Hearing this, Luo Jianqing raised an eyebrow and said, "Even if I wait for you here, I can't be immune to the fluctuations during your battle. Why don't I go in with you?"
Xuan Lingzi had no choice but to agree.
However, what surprised the two men was that despite entering the desolate mountain with the determination to die, they didn't see anything strange. The desolate mountain was filled with clouds and mist, and white steam was rising, but there was no sign of a dragon, not even the shadow of a demonic beast. It was truly desolate and uninhabited.
In this case, Luo Jianqing and the others had no choice but to leave temporarily.
It seemed that after the collapse of the Kushan Mountains, there was no longer any danger. With over a hundred people entering this time, no one was killed. The only one injured was Fairy Huanqing. It was truly strange.
As he left the Kushan Mountains, Luo Jianqing couldn't help but look back at the undulating peaks of the Kushan Mountains. Amidst the hazy yellow dust, the mountains had transformed into indistinct black shadows, like sleeping beasts, hiding a huge secret.
However, no one will know this secret.
Why did a dragon roar from the Dry Mountain? Why did the Dry Mountain suddenly become so harmless?
Luo Jianqing vaguely felt that perhaps Li Xiuchen would know all this.
Thinking of this, Luo Jianqing's lips curled up slightly, and he said in a light tone: "Master, I think we shouldn't go to Yunze this time. Yunze is indeed dangerous, and training there can quickly improve our cultivation, but perhaps we should go to another place, where we may find more opportunities."
Xuan Lingzi turned his head
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