Daoying

Chapter 656: Dragon Mirage (3): Silver Dragon Celestial Phenomenon
"Cang?"

Xie Huan's heart skipped a beat, and he asked hurriedly, "The 'Cang' of the Canglong Chamber of Commerce?"

A complicated look flashed across Long Xiu's eyes. He looked at Xie Huan meaningfully, nodded, and said, "Cang from Canglong Chamber of Commerce."

"Is the Canglong Chamber of Commerce related to this Cang?"

"If you want to say there is a connection, then there is some connection, but if you want to say there is no connection, then there is none either."

Long Xiu's tone was a little twisted.

"speak English."

Xie Huan said dissatisfied.

"Oh, it's hard to explain. I'll tell you when I get out alive. Otherwise, you'll have to know even after you die."

Long Xiu sighed and shook his head.

"…What are you waiting for here?"

Xie Huan understood what Long Xiu meant. This guy was going to get something for himself, and it seemed that it was probably related to the Dragon Tomb. So he took the initiative to ask tactfully.

"Wait until the dragon tomb is opened."

When Long Xiu saw him coming up, his eyes lit up, and he said in an excited and solemn tone: "The Dragon Tomb opens once every 36,000 years. Did you feel the mirage when you came in? That means Cang's breathing has reached the point where it is about to open."

"Thirty-six thousand years? How do you know?"

Xie Huan's eyes widened and he asked in confusion.

"Hehe, I guess you have guessed some of it. Yes, I am from the True Dragon Family. There are naturally detailed records about the first dragon 'Cang' in the world. The True Dragon Family has been searching for the dragon tomb for countless years. Originally, they thought that the dragon tomb had been lost and no longer existed in this world. Unexpectedly, it was in the hidden place."

Long Xiu straightened up and said with some pride.

“Even if that’s the case, you said these mirages were Cang’s breathing… How is that possible? Could it be that Cang is not dead yet?”

Xie Huan asked in surprise.

"Dead, it is the breathing of Cang's remains."

Long Xiu looked solemn and his tone was a little low.

Xie Huan fell silent.

Those unimaginably powerful beings, even if they fall, will leave behind a large number of amazing miracles, and the Wuji Realm is the best example.

"Then there must be a lot of good stuff, right?"

Xie Huan's eyes lit up slightly.

"Yes, of course there are quite a few."

Long Xiu smiled with his eyes narrowed, rubbing his hands.

"Isn't this equivalent to your family's ancestral grave? You seem quite excited."

Xie Huan opened his eyes wide and glanced at him.

"If I don't dig, someone else will."

Long Xiu looked indifferent.

His eyes swept across the altar, and when they passed the monk in the Stone-Grinded Hell robe, they paused imperceptibly, revealing a trace of gloom, but then returned to normal.

"Do you recognize that Daoyin?"

Naturally, Long Xiu's subtle expression could not escape Xie Huan's keen eyes, and he asked in a voice transmission.

"He is also from the True Dragon Family. He is my cousin, right?"

Long Xiu closed his eyes slightly and replied with a complicated tone.

"What? Your relative?"

"Well, this guy is called Yinlong. He is the number one genius of the True Dragon Family in this era, and his strength is even higher than mine."

Long Xiu sighed slightly and said helplessly: "Every family has its own problems."

Xie Huan thought, this is a really good way to hide. They have people on the Holy Island, and the True Dragon Family also has people. "Where is the other one wearing the Oil Pan Hell robe?"

"I don't recognize him, but I feel that his strength is not inferior to that of the Silver Dragon."

Long Xiu shook his head, with a hint of fear in his eyes.

The monk in the Oil Pan Hell robe seemed to be aware that the two were talking about him. He lifted his feet off the ground and floated over like a ghost. His two very different eyes stared at Xie Huan, and a cold and strange voice came out of his throat: "Are you Xie Huan?"

"Who are you?" Xie Huan asked, crossing his arms.

Whenever he met Daoyin in the past, he would retreat away and run as far away as possible.

But now he is half a step away from becoming a god. Even if he cannot win, it will not be easy for the other party to kill him.

"A celestial phenomenon."

The other party spat out two words coldly.

"Nice to meet you."

Xie Huan replied calmly.

"Hey."

A cruel smile suddenly appeared on Tianxiang's lips. The dark blue light in his left eye surged like a tide, while the red-gold light in his right eye burst out like a scorching sun. The two rays of light intertwined in an instant.

Xie Huan suddenly found himself entering a huge halo. Everything was distorted, time and space, including his own body.

His consciousness was being pulled away bit by bit in this halo. Time seemed to pass by very quickly, a hundred years in an instant, and every second seemed to be stretched to infinity, as if stagnant. Every movement of his body became extremely difficult, and there was disorder in space. There were forces squeezing and tearing him from all directions. It was completely chaotic.

Xie Huan made a seal with his right hand and chanted a mantra in front of him.

The thirty-two auspicious signs of the Kusha golden body and the domineering aura of the Supreme Holy Body were manifested, the formless heavenly heart technique flowed in the body, and the spiritual consciousness entered the realm of the three vehicles.

No matter how the external time and space changed, or how his body twisted, he remained motionless, chanting spells and staying in his own realm.

Two eyes of the celestial phenomenon emerged in the halo, emitting two fierce rays of light. A blood-red rune condensed and appeared in front of the eyes, floating towards Xie Huan.

"A celestial phenomenon."

Suddenly, a bone-chilling sound was heard, like the friction of an iceberg, and it reached Xie Huan's ears clearly.

The blood symbol, the double pupils, and the halo disappeared one after another.

Xie Huan returned to reality, his expression was normal, without any change.

Silver Dragon's voice came: "It's not our mission to capture Xie Huan, so don't delay the important matter."

Tian Xiang stared at Xie Huan for a while with his eyes like hooks, then he regained his composure and grinned, "Sure enough, there are some tricks. I'll let you go for now, and we can learn from each other when there's a chance, hehe."

After saying that, he turned and floated back to the edge of the altar.

Yinlong also cast his gaze towards Xie Huan, sizing him up for a few seconds, coldly and sharply, but soon, his gaze returned to Long Xiu, revealing a hint of a sneer.

"You guys fought? How was it?"

Long Xiu ignored Yinlong's gaze and asked curiously.

"good."

Xie Huan replied calmly.

"What do you mean by 'okay'? Speak human language, don't play dumb."

"It's about the same, just so-so."

Xie Huan had just experienced the battle of the fairyland fragments. He had seen too many strong people and was numb. Now he had no feelings towards Dao Yin.

"You can't even speak human language? To what extent?"

"Better than you."

Xie Huan patted Long Xiu's shoulder and smiled with the corner of his mouth rising.

"Okay, then I'll leave this astronomical phenomenon to you to deal with later."

Long Xiu slapped his hand back and said cunningly.

"Goodbye. I'm leaving now."

Xie Huan turned around and acted as if he was about to leave.

Suddenly, a mysterious syllable exploded above the altar, instantly piercing everyone's eardrums. Everyone was shocked physically and mentally, as if they were hit by an invisible electric current.

Immediately afterwards, a series of low and heavy syllables followed.

These syllables are like huge bells or war drums, creating ripples in the air.

In the sea of ​​consciousness of all the cultivators, golden sound waves suddenly appeared out of nowhere, as if they were real, cleansing the entire sea of ​​consciousness.

Every cultivator felt a loud bang in their head, and their sea of ​​consciousness felt as if it had been hit by a heavy hammer. Some of them bled from all seven orifices, and fell straight back to the ground as if their spines had been pulled out, with their lives completely cut off.

(End of this chapter)