Day and night tour

Chapter 361: Dragon-seeking spirit, inherited from generation to generation

Zhou Xuan frowned when he heard what "Shan Zu" said, and asked, "Shan Zu, what do you mean by what you just said? What do you mean by - I am the spirit of the earth abyss that was cast into the ground?"

These words seemed to indicate that Zhou Xuan and Di Yuan were inextricably linked. As the main person, he was of course concerned about the hidden meaning in the words.

Just as the Mountain Ancestor was about to speak, the roots of the ginkgo tree pulled themselves out of the ground one by one and whipped towards the Mountain Ancestor.

"Pah, pah!"

Those tree whips were lashing at the "Mountain Ancestor" like a violent storm, just like a dancing kitchen knife when chopping meat, flying up and down, leaving afterimages.

Shan Zu almost fainted. In the midst of the pain, he found an opportunity and said, "The thing in the abyss is afraid that I will reveal the secret. Save me... Save me quickly... Do everything you can to destroy that head."

His right index finger pointed at the brain hanging upside down in the cave.

The brain seemed a little scared, and the frequency of the pumping was increasing crazily, and it actually squeezed out some green pus-like juice, which dripped towards the Ginkgo Blood Tree.

The Ginkgo Blood Tree immediately seemed to have advanced thinking and began to understand "treat where it hurts". Since the Mountain Ancestor's finger was pointing at the upside-down brain, it would not let him point.

"call!"

"Snapped!"

A root violently hit Shanzu's index finger. The blow was so powerful that it actually caused the index finger to explode.

The area where Shanzu's index finger was located suddenly became a mass of rotten flesh.

"Damn it, it's long."

Shanzu borrowed a gust of wind from the cave and blew towards the rotten index finger. The wind whistled away, and a thin and short finger grew out of the rotten flesh, like a new sprout.

"Brother Zhou Xuan, don't just sit there, find a way to smash that brain. That brain is really weird, it's called the Brain of the Ancestors."

Shan Zu urged him again and again, and it was obvious that he could no longer bear it.

Those sharp roots, like powerful iron whips, were no longer limited to whipping his fingers, but were chopping off the head of the "Mountain Ancestor" with each whip.

"Pah, pah, pah!"

"Oh, it hurts my head. Is it because of a blunt knife that cuts meat?"

Shanzu's head was not chopped off in one go. The whip only cut into the back of the neck, one-third of it. It took three consecutive chops before the neck was finally cut so that the fangs of Shanzu were intertwined. His head fell to the ground, rolling in the wind.

After rolling several times, the head of the Mountain Ancestor was still cursing at the Ginkgo Tree: "Next time you chop off my head, can you be more decisive? Fuck your mother."

After shouting, Shanzu’s head vented its anger and closed its eyes.

And somewhere in Shan Zu's body, a voice shouted, "Grow."

A small, shriveled head grew out of the broken neck.

"Beheaded and reborn?"

Zhou Xuan was trying hard to think of a way to deal with the so-called "Brain of the Ancestors", but it turned out that "Mountain Ancestor", the former sky-level god, was reborn after losing a finger, and then a head. This series of operations left Zhou Xuan stunned.

"You are the Dragon Seeker, you are not the Bone Master, how do you know the art of flesh and blood regeneration?"

"What do you mean by flesh and blood regeneration? This is one of the Five Divine Powers of our Xunlong Dao Sect - the Fate-seeking Power."

After Shanzu finished speaking, he kicked off his shoes, revealing his right foot. It was seen that his big toe was missing from his right foot.

"I have the ability to see fate. I can cut off a part of my body to bear death and injury. My big toe cap fell off and turned into pus and blood to restore my index finger, and the whole toe turned into blood to restore my head... Please hurry up. There are not many objects on my body that can bear death. I am not like those perverts in the Bone Elders' Association who can regenerate flesh and blood without limit."

The Mountain Ancestor was repeatedly beheaded by the Ginkgo Tree, and he knew that if he didn't grind the "brain of the ancestors" into pieces, he would not even be a ghost, but would perish here and become a real ghost...

"Bonefang, go."

Zhou Xuan finally stood up. He had the Valley Sutra to protect his mind, so he was naturally not afraid of the deceptive tactics of the "Ancestors' Brain".

And he also has some speed-moving techniques such as "Shape Changing" and "Day Travel of the Soul". Although the ginkgo tree has many roots and can extend infinitely, it is nothing but a daydream to think of chopping Zhou Xuan with them.

Not to mention that Zhou Xuan also has a teleportation magic weapon - the Divine Armor Horse, which can continuously teleport, flash, and dodge in a very small space. These magic spells and magic weapons have a strong restraining effect on the Ginkgo Blood Tree.

As long as Zhou Xuan is not deceived by the "tricks", he will be invincible.

Undefeated is an inevitable result, but what Zhou Xuan needs to do now is to win quickly——

The situation is now very clear. "Mountain Ancestor" has been a ghost of the "Brain of the Ancients" for many years and knows many secrets of the Earth Abyss. Now, Zhou Xuan is no longer troubled by the "scam". The Brain of the Ancients knows that it can't do anything to Zhou Xuan today, and may even be strangled to death by Zhou Xuan.

——Therefore, the Brain of the Ancestors must "reduce losses" and at the very least, kill the Mountain Ancestor before it dies, so as to prevent more secrets from being spread.

This is the mind of the "brain of the ancestors".
Zhou Xuan naturally wanted to stop it. He took off the storyteller's mask, put on the tattooed mask of Peng Hou, and activated the bone tooth. He wanted to use this strongest tooth to pierce holes in the huge brain of the ancestor.

"Fuck!"

The bone tooth was like a ray of white light, drawing an elegant arc in the air and stabbing towards the "Brain of the Ancestors".

But when the tip of the tooth was still several meters away from the "Brain of the Ancestors", the "Brain of the Ancestors" began to tremble, like a person with the staggering fever.

A sharp sound was whistled out by it.

This whistling sound seemed to open up a wonderful space around the "Brain of the Ancestors". Not only did the speed of the bone teeth become noticeably slower, but the huge brain also began to emit a faint purple glow.

Under the cover of the luster, the body of the "Brain of the Ancestors" began to fade, as if it had become a ray of light and shadow, and the bones and teeth were moving back and forth in the world of light and shadow like needles.

Although it can travel through the space without any hindrance, the bones and teeth cannot touch the shape of the brain, so naturally they cannot really harm the "brain of the ancestors".

Zhou Xuan understood, and immediately thought to himself: "This brain, like the law of stars, can make its own body virtual and avoid many attacks. Bone teeth have no effect on him."

"Bone teeth cannot hurt this illusory light and shadow, and the Mountain and River Map is useless."

The Mountain and River Map also uses infinite pressure to suppress flesh and blood bodies - but it cannot suppress this kind of intangible body.

Zhou Xuan's ability of the first four incense sticks, the tattoo hall, has become ineffective. As for the storyteller's dream - the other party is the "God of Fraud", who can easily deceive even the sky god level. It is probably useless to control him with dreams.

The only means that are still useful now are the true teachings of the valley, or the dragon-hunting technique.

Zhou Xuan's right hand stroked the "Taoist Mask" around his waist and gently put it on his face.

Zhou Xuan cultivated the two incense sticks of "Seeking Dragon" and "Escape Armor" at the same time. After putting on the Taoist mask, he could use the three methods of "Seeking Dragon", "Escape Armor" and "Valley Sutra" at the same time.

However, he has no idea how to deal with the "brain of the ancestors" that is dancing with light and shadow.

He asked Shan Zu: "How was the brain of this ancestor formed?"

“How was it formed?”

Shan Zu's head was chopped off twice by the ginkgo tree. His new head thought for a while and said, "In essence, this brain of the ancestors is the soul of all the disciples of Fengma Yanque. It is the soul and consciousness."

Zhou Xuan understood immediately.

A brain composed of countless consciousnesses.

"Feng Ma Yan Que, is this the name of the sect? It doesn't seem like it, but one thing is certain, the disciples of this sect are all masters of deception."

It is precisely because the "brains of the ancestors" are composed of countless masters of deception that they were able to set up such a terrible "scam", which attracted the painter who was burning eight incense sticks and Yun Ziliang who was sitting eight and looking nine, and they fell into the trap without any room for resistance.

"Isn't deception just playing with people's hearts?"

At this point, Zhou Xuanyan had a way to fight against the "brain of the first name".

He thought of the nine ancient dragons on Yun Ziliang’s Taoist robe.

When Yun Ziliang was hiding a dragon in his body, he had already said that the Jingshan dragon could control wind, rain, thunder and lightning, and its bravery was unmatched in the world.
The ancient king Dalong has the mind of an emperor and is good at controlling people's hearts.

"I will use the ancient king dragon, who is good at controlling people's minds, to fight with the brain of the ancestors to see whether the emperor's mind is more tyrannical or the liar's playing with people's hearts is better."

Zhou Xuan's battle sense has always been extremely sharp, and this time, he still smelled a way to "survive in a narrow road."

"Ancient King Dragon, listen to my command and rise."

Zhou Xuan pointed at the crazy Yun Ziliang, and the nine ancient dragons put on their Taoist robes and circled above Zhou Xuan.

But these nine big dragons were very violent. They kept struggling against Zhou Xuan's guidance and didn't want to return to Yun Ziliang's Taoist robe at all times.

Whoever hides the dragon will obey his command. Yun Ziliang's dragon is beyond the control of Zhou Xuan, who has the combat power of seven incense sticks.

When those dragons were about to completely escape Zhou Xuan's control,

A clear dragon roar sounded from within Zhou Xuan's Taoist robe.

The dragon claws of the East City Dragon God and the Mingjiang Ancestral Dragon hooked on Zhou Xuan's shoulders, and then, the two Ancestral Dragon-level dragon heads were raised from Zhou Xuan's shoulders at the same time, looking down at the nine ancient king dragons.

The nine ancient dragon kings dared not disobey the tyranny of the Ancestral Dragon, and they immediately obeyed Zhou Xuan obediently, no longer showing their "unruly" look from before, and hit wherever Zhou Xuan pointed.

"Nine ancient dragons, you are proficient in the mind of the emperor and good at controlling people's hearts. Bring my blood and compete with the brain of the ancestors."

Zhou Xuan raised his hands and shouted again: "Big Dragon of Jingshan, listen to my order, use the Five Thunders to split my body and shed my hot blood..."

Immediately, the last dragon on Yun Ziliang's robe, the Jingshan dragon, also emerged from the robe and flew over Zhou Xuan, its five claws drawing out thunder.
The light of thunder and lightning is great,

Rumble!
Several electric arcs, like sharp blades, cut Zhou Xuan's body with countless tiny scars when lightning struck, and Zhou Xuan's blood spurted out radially along the wounds in the form of splashes.

These scars were not fatal, but they caused Zhou Xuan great pain.

The intense pain made him more eager to fight, and he shouted, "Bloody."

Nine imperial dragons danced around Zhou Xuan like butterflies flying through flowers. Their bodies were stained with Zhou Xuan's blood as they quickly attacked the "Brain of Ancestors".

Zhou Xuan’s blood was unusual.

The Blood Well Psychic... His dual consciousness is powerful, and his flesh and blood have the ability to drive people crazy.

When it comes to spiritual pollution, in the Well Country, the Blood Well Psychic dares to say he is second to none. Among the many other disciples of the halls and ancient clans, who dares to say he is first?

The ancient king Dalong is good at controlling people's minds, and Zhou Xuan's blood pollutes his spirit. The double mental attack is the strategy Zhou Xuan came up with in a split second to fight the enemy.

The brain of the ancients is an intangible body of light and shadow,
The dragon itself is also formless and intangible.
Nothingness can overcome nothingness,

The shapes of the nine big dragons also turned into light and shadow, emitting bloody light, and penetrated directly into the brains of the ancestors.

The huge, glowing brain looked like a huge colored lantern light bulb, but inside the bulb, there were nine dragon shapes.

The shape of the dragon wandered in the minds of the ancestors, and the majestic imperial voice with an extremely oppressive feeling echoed in their minds.

“Everything in the world can be a law.”

“Everything in the world can be used as a technique.”

"The authority is supreme, and the country is forever secure."

The voices of many emperors, from their majesty and power, all suppressed the spirit of the "brains of our ancestors".

The frequency of the "Brain of the Ancestors" which had just been pumping powerfully began to drop rapidly, and its control over the Ginkgo Blood Tree was also declining rapidly.

The most obvious point is that the frequency of the Ginkgo Blood Tree whipping the "Mountain Ancestor" has dropped from "leaving an afterimage" to "whipping from time to time".

Shan Zu also caught his breath and praised Zhou Xuan: "Brother Zhou Xuan, you are worthy of being the son of Diyuan - strong and smart enough."

"How did you become the Son of the Abyss again?"

Not long ago, Zhou Xuan heard that the Mountain Ancestor called him "Spirit of the Diyuan", and now it has become "Son of the Diyuan". The change of name has brought him closer to the Diyuan.

"It's a long story - you should clean up the brain of the ancestors first." "It doesn't need to be cleaned up anymore."

Zhou Xuan said coldly.

It’s not that he is too confident, but the blood of Zhou Xuan wrapped in the "Brain of the Ancestors" by the nine ancient dragons began to take effect.

From within that brain that was as big as a small building, came Zhou Xuan's insane speech during his madness attack.

——The world is bloody, and killing is everywhere; between heaven and earth, all sentient beings can be killed; kill, kill, kill...

The irrepressible murderous desire was released like fireworks inside the "brain of the ancestors".

A strong murderous intent became the main theme in my mind.

This murderous intent not only involves killing people and living things, but also includes... killing oneself.

"Kill, kill, kill."

The ancestor's brain changed from the purple light just now to an enchanting blood light, and the suffocating murderous intent completely polluted his spirit.

This brain, at an extremely fast speed, expanded and shrunk, expanded again, and shrunk again. A strange whistling sound was produced during its repeated pumping.

This whistling sound became the baton of the Ginkgo Blood Tree, directing the tree to sharpen all the roots pulled out of the ground and point them at the "brain of the ancestors"...

…The roots were waving and stabbing, and the sharp roots poked bloody holes in the ancestor's brain one after another.

"Puff puff"

The sharp objects pierced into the flesh at a very fast speed, producing dull sounds, one after another.
And every time the roots were pulled out, a lot of purple liquid would splash onto the ground.

The slurry turned into one palm-long, finger-thin luminous insect after another. They twisted around randomly on the ground and even tried to crawl towards Zhou Xuan. However, they could not crawl more than two feet before their bodies suddenly swelled up and died due to exposure to the air.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

The madness of the Ancient Brain did not stop, but the howling gradually weakened until it lost all vitality.

——He is also a kind of creature, unable to escape life and death, it’s just that the way he dies is rather weird and strange.

"Fuck it, I've been locked up for decades and I'm finally going to see the light of day again...Fuck it."

Shan Zu punched the ground excitedly, raising a cloud of dust and choking himself: "Cough, cough, cough..."

……

"My disciples, in that dream, I dreamed that three hundred years later, the streets would be full of cars. They had a lid, two sofas, and four wheels, running everywhere. You have never sat in one, but if you have, you will know how comfortable it is."

"God of Suffering, your subject, the painter, has traveled thousands of miles to come to see you."

The brains of our ancestors are dead, but Yun Ziliang and the painter are still trapped in that "scam" and are being deceived.

Lao Yun thought he had a strange dream about traveling three hundred years into the future.

The painter thought he was going to meet the "God of Suffering".

The two of them were unable to extricate themselves, and Zhou Xuan was very troubled. He sat next to the "Mountain Ancestor", leaned against the Ginkgo Blood Tree that had no ability to move, and lit a "post-event cigarette".

Zhou Xuan was not the only one smoking a cigarette. Shan Zu was also smoking a cigarette and said to Zhou Xuan, "These two are still in a state of insanity. We need to go up and give them a cigarette to wake them up."

"After I finish smoking this cigarette, if they still don't wake up, I'm really going to beat them up."

Zhou Xuan suddenly remembered the scene in “Fan Jin Passes the Imperial Examination” where Hu the Butcher hits Fan Jin - damn beast, what did you win!

"Should I follow suit?"

Zhou Xuan looked at the cigarette between his fingers.
Only one third of the cigarette was left. Seeing that Yun Ziliang and the painter were still burning and gesticulating, Zhou Xuan sighed, stuck the cigarette butt into the ground, then stood up and walked to Old Yun and the painter.

"God of suffering, I, the painter, come to see you."

"That's a car, sit up and beep--"

"Fuck you, you bastard!"

Zhou Xuan first cursed loudly, then swung his palm and slapped Yun Ziliang, causing him to spin twice on the spot. Then he sat down on the ground and came to his senses.

"God of Suffering, your servant..."

"Your Majesty, you beast!"

This time, Zhou Xuan slapped the painter with his backhand, and the slap made the painter fall to the ground.

"What's wrong with me?"

The painter came to his senses, spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm, and then felt himself in a fog.

Lao Yun woke up early and understood the situation early, so he told the painter: "Lao Hua, we both seemed to have lost our minds and crazy, and Xuanzi slapped each of us to wake us up."

"is it?"

The painter looked at Zhou Xuan again and asked Yun Ziliang, "Old Yun, what's wrong with the master? He stared at his hands blankly and didn't move."

Yun Ziliang also looked over. Indeed, Zhou Xuan lowered his head, looking at his red palm, and no one knew what he was thinking.

"Lao Hua, you also know that Xuan Zi is a kind person. He slapped us twice for no reason. He must feel guilty. Let him relax and everything will be fine."

Zhou Xuan paused for a while, and finally said to Yun Ziliang and the painter: "It turns out that slapping someone in the face is so satisfying..."

Yun Ziliang: “…”

painter:"……"

"I really want to smoke again. It's so satisfying." Zhou Xuan looked at Lao Yun and the painter again.

“……”Lao Yun, painter.

"Sir, I advise you to be kinder." The painter said hesitantly.

……

The brain of the ancestors has passed away, the scam in the abyss has been completely solved, and Miss Wall in the secret realm has also slowly recovered.

The eldest and third kids in the secret realm have started making a fuss, demanding that the secret realm immediately restart "Flying Chess" and "Monopoly".

"We are the heroes. Without us two brothers, none of you can survive. Come on, play chess."

The eldest boy put his hands on his hips, and was very upset.

Miss Qiang asked the rest of the blood well human brains to play with the eldest and second child, while she, in the form of a conscious body, drilled out of Zhou Xuan's secret realm and looked at the silk cocoons, ginkgo blood trees, and the lifeless "brains of ancestors" in the abyss.

She immediately said to Zhou Xuan: "Ah Xuan, before entering the Earth Abyss, I said that the power attributes of the things in the Earth Abyss are very similar to the main brain of our Flesh and Blood Dynasty. Now we can be sure that the brain of the ancestors was formed by the aggregation technique of our Flesh and Blood Dynasty to condense consciousness."

This thing deep in the earth's abyss is inextricably linked to the Flesh and Blood Divine Dynasty.

Zhou Xuan made a gesture to Miss Qiang to keep quiet and said, "Ah Qiang, there are more than just one strange thing in this abyss. Let's not rush and take our time, right, Mountain Ancestor?"

Although the brain of the ancestors is dead, there are still a lot of strange questions in this abyss -

——First of all, what exactly is the Mother of the Abyss?
"Mountain Ancestor" clearly distinguishes the Mother of the Earth Abyss and the Brain of the Ancestors, which means that the Mother of the Earth Abyss is the Mother of the Earth Abyss, and the Brain of the Ancestors is the Brain of the Ancestors.

That huge brain is not the real core of this abyss.

Secondly, what is the Son of the Earth Abyss - he, Zhou Xuan, is the "Son of the Earth Abyss" who was thrown out by the Mother of the Earth Abyss. What is going on?

Finally, what kind of hall is "Fengma Yanque" and why would the disciples of this hall appear ten thousand meters underground.

Zhou Xuan threw all these questions to the "Mountain Ancestor" who was still temporarily imprisoned by the "gingkgo tree roots".

"Brother Zhou, Grandmaster, please cut off the ginkgo tree roots on my body first - I am so sleepy that I am really uncomfortable."

"Mountain Ancestor" lay straight on the ground, exposing his back. Two ginkgo roots protruded from his back.

The place where the roots extend into is the secret realm of "Mountain Ancestor". The secret realm of Mountain Ancestor is controlled by the tree. As long as he burns incense, the roots will tear apart his secret realm.

Even for a sky-level god, the secret realm cannot withstand too much turmoil.

“Are you really the Mountain Ancestor?”

Yun Ziliang asked first.

"I've already called you Grandmaster, so tell me if I'm the 'Mountain Grandmaster'."

Shanzu argued.

"I'll find out after I find out."

As soon as Yun Ziliang stretched out his hand and touched the ginkgo tree branch, he felt a "dragon-seeking aura". Other things could be faked, but this dragon-seeking aura could not be faked.

“It is indeed the Mountain Ancestor.”

Yun Ziliang turned his hand into a knife and cut off the roots of the two branches, thus giving the Mountain Ancestor his freedom.

"Come on, help us solve this puzzle."

Zhou Xuan put his hands behind his chest. He had too many questions to ask the Mountain Ancestor.

Unexpectedly, Shan Zu's expression changed. A cold look emerged on his face, and he said sternly: "I am a Sky God. Returning to the Sky Kingdom is my business. Everyone, thank you for your rescue. I will take my leave first."

After saying this, Shanzu waved his sleeves and a gust of wind blew up from the ground.

"Farewell."

Shanzu's figure was swept away by the wind and disappeared.

Zhou Xuan stared at Yun Ziliang: "Old Yun, among you Dragon Seekers...are there any serious people left? You all have the same spirit of Dragon Seekers!"

Yun Ziliang is disrespectful to his elders, Zhao Wuya is talkative and naughty, and now there is a "Shanzu". This bastard is even worse. He is actually a bitch who "doesn't admit his mistakes even if he wears pants".

"Cough, cough." Yun Ziliang's old face turned red with embarrassment. He did not expect that the dragon-hunting hermits would be more unreliable than each other.

The painter sent a secret letter to the hall: "Gather all the forces of Mingjiang Mansion... to stop "Shanzu". "

……

The Mountain Ancestor became a gust of wind, blowing out ten thousand meters and out of the mouth of the Earth Abyss.

As soon as he came out of the well, he found that outside the well mouth, there was a young dragon-seeking Taoist priest, guarding the "Skylight Array" at the well mouth.

The musician sitting on the porch, stroking the bone harp,

Peng Sheng, who was sitting on the eighth floor, brought several new priests of the tree tribe to lean against the wall of the stone chamber, while the ancestral peach tree was shrouded above the wellhead of the high wall of the stone chamber.

Dozens of parade lanterns, like the flowers of the ancestral peach tree, are suspended under the branches and can descend at any time.

The sound of the golden bell of Mingjiang Mansion continued to ring.

"Clang, clang, clang!"

The musician looked at the "Mountain Ancestor" and sneered, "Xunlong Mountain Ancestor, guess whether we in Mingjiang Prefecture dare to kill the gods?"

(End of this chapter)