I conquer the immortal with my strength.

Chapter 515: Going to the Red Prison Sect
An hour later.

A dragon boat shuttled through the clouds and mist like a dragon.

On the dragon boat, Xia Daoming and Xiao Lan stood side by side.

Xiao Lan looked at Xia Daoming from time to time, and seemed to want to say something but stopped herself several times.

The shocking scene from an hour ago still kept appearing in her mind, making her heart beat faster every time she thought about it.

"Given our relationship, Sister Lan, just say what you want to say. There is no need to worry about anything." Xia Daoming said.

"You are so capable, but I want to go with you. Do you think I am overestimating my abilities?" Xiao Lan hesitated and asked.

"Well, Sister Lan, you are a heroine, and this is not like your style! Besides, things change over time. Although I am ahead of you now, with your talent, Taoist heart, and White Tiger bloodline, you may suddenly burst out one day and be ahead of me again!" Xia Daoming said.

"In the world of immortal cultivation, it is said that the strong are respected. If it were someone else, I would indeed be overestimating my own abilities. But you are indeed a very special person, so I am relieved. Otherwise, I would rather go alone and take great risks than seek your protection!

But don't worry, you protect me today, and when I really get ahead of you one day, I will definitely protect you in return!" Xiao Lan looked at Xia Daoming deeply, then raised his eyes and looked into the distance, his expression firm.

"With Sister Lan's protection, I can lie down and not have to work so hard anymore. That's what I've been wanting for!" Xia Daoming said with a smile.

"You are such a powerful person, yet you are still not serious!" Xiao Lan saw that Xia Daoming spoke casually, without any demeanor of a master. The strong mentality that she had adjusted with great difficulty was beaten back in an instant. She could not help but roll her eyes at him.

"No one says that powerful people have to speak in a serious manner. Besides, we are so familiar with each other, and we have even fought life and death together. Wouldn't it be tiring if we still speak in a serious manner?" Xia Daoming said disapprovingly.

"That's true!" Xiao Lan was silent for a moment after hearing that, then nodded, and the look she gave Xia Daoming unconsciously showed a hint of tenderness and kindness.

"By the way, I don't know why, but the aura of that Divine Transformation cultivator just now gave me an inexplicable feeling of déjà vu." Xiao Lan suddenly remembered something and a look of doubt appeared on his face.

"Really?" Xia Daoming raised his brows slightly when he heard that. Then he remembered some information he had searched from the souls of the four late Nascent Soul cultivators. He said with a thought: "I saw a very strange scene in the souls of those Nascent Soul cultivators. If Sister Lan trusts me, I can show it to you through a special way of communicating with the soul."

The soul of a Divine Transformation cultivator has been cleansed by heavenly calamities and nurtured by the grace of heaven. Even though Xia Daoming now has the help of the Netherworld Flame Lord and the Ten Thousand Ghosts Banner, it is difficult to search the soul of this Divine Transformation cultivator.

But it is already possible to search the soul of a cultivator in the late Nascent Soul stage.

"it is good!"

Xiao Lan did it without hesitation.

"Well!"

Xia Daoming nodded and pointed his finger at Xiao Lan's brow.

A blush appeared on Xiao Lan's fair face, then faded away in the blink of an eye. She closed her eyes calmly.

But soon, the calmness on Xiao Lan's face disappeared, and her body even began to tremble slightly.

"What's wrong, Sister Lan?" Xia Daoming retracted his fingers.

"I don't know either. I seem to recognize the mirror on the altar, but I can't remember where I have seen it." Xiao Lan opened his eyes with a look of surprise.

"This shouldn't be possible! The Red Prison Sect is far away in the Uro Continent, and the information I obtained from searching souls shows that the mirror on this altar should have existed in the Red Prison Sect for a very long time. How could you possibly recognize it?" Xia Daoming was also very confused when he heard this.

"I felt very strange too, but the mirror gave me a very familiar feeling, as if it had always belonged to me," Xiao Lan said.

"I kind of understand. The mirror can show a white tiger, so it's obviously an item from the ancient mythical beast white tiger clan. And you have the blood of the white tiger, so it's probably related to this!" Xia Daoming said after thinking about it.

"Yes, it should be." Xiao Lan nodded, but she still had a lot of doubts in her heart.

Because she had an intuition, the blood relationship should not make her have such a strong feeling just by seeing the scene in her mind. "Anyway, we have decided to attack the Red Prison Sect. Since the mirror is destined to be with Sister Lan, when we get it and Sister Lan refines it, everything will be clear." Xia Daoming saw that Xiao Lan was still confused, thought about it, and smiled.

"If you can get the mirror, it's your credit. How can I take it for myself? You just need to lend it to me for a while so that I can figure out why I have such a strong feeling." Xiao Lan said.

"Treasures belong to those who are destined to possess them. Since you only saw the appearance of this mirror with your divine sense and had a strong sense of it, it means that this mirror is destined for you. If you can take it, it will naturally belong to you!" Xia Daoming said.

"I don't have the ability to get it, so how can I talk about fate?" Xiao Lan shook his head.

"But I have the ability to receive it! Since you are with me, it means you are destined to have this mirror!" Xia Daoming retorted.

"That only means that I have a relationship with you..." Xiao Lan blurted out upon hearing this, but halfway through her words, she realized that what she said was inappropriate, and she swallowed the word "缘" at the end.

However, even though she stopped talking in time, Xiao Lan still felt inexplicably guilty, and her fair face couldn't help but blush.

Seeing Xiao Lan, who was always dignified, graceful, decisive, and heroic, suddenly reveal a hint of feminine shyness, with a unique alluring charm, Xia Daoming's heart could not help but slightly sway, and then he quickly moved his eyes away, looking into the distance, and said: "The Red Prison Sect has harmed countless lives in order to worship the mirror. This time we are going to destroy this sect, which can be regarded as chivalrous and righteous, and to eliminate harm for the people of the world!"

Seeing that Xia Daoming didn't seem to notice the mistake in her speech, Xiao Lan couldn't help but secretly breathe a sigh of relief. She raised her hand and gently smoothed her hair that was messed up by the wind, but for some reason she seemed a little lost.

Red Prison Mountains.

The blood mist lingering around the mountains was obviously thicker than usual.

In the blood mist, a huge white tiger shadow crouched in the sky, its pair of blood-red pupils staring at all directions with a murderous aura.

At the main peak of the Red Prison, there were several Nascent Soul cultivators leading their troops to patrol the surroundings.

Obviously they already knew about the accident that happened to the people they sent out last time.

The restricted area in the deep valley behind the mountain.

The female deified monk sat cross-legged in front of the altar with an expressionless face, quietly waiting for the mirror to release the white tiger essence.

Suddenly, the mirror seemed to sense something, a tiger roared loudly, and the mirror body vibrated continuously.

As the mirror vibrated, white light flashed.

Then, a very mysterious, ancient, and murderous aura emanated from the mirror.

The woman was overjoyed, and immediately manifested her original spirit, taking in that breath, and preparing to refine it with her eyes closed.

But at this moment, the mirror body vibrated more violently, and a blazing white light burst out, densely packed, hundreds and thousands of them. As the densely packed white light flashed, a terrifying murderous aura gushed out.

The murderous aura actually manifested into a white tiger that looked like a real entity.

The white tiger looked at the woman with bloodthirsty, cruel and ruthless eyes, then opened its mouth.

"No!"

The woman was horrified and rolled up a beam of light, preparing to escape from the valley.

But the precious light went out as soon as it appeared, and the woman was unable to move at all, as if the entire valley was shrouded and suppressed by a terrifying evil spirit.

Then the woman's eyes became empty and lifeless, and she slowly fell to the ground, without any sign of life.

(End of this chapter)