I have a relic of heaven

Chapter 51: The Nine Saints of Meishan
Zhou Mu's heart tightened slightly. Was there a secret inside his body?
Have.

The kind that can never be discovered.
This [Sun-Swallowing God] is a demon from the ancient times, and his name is followed by the word "Saint"!
Such a peerless creature must know about the Heavenly Court. What would happen if it discovered the blue-black bronze order?

Zhou Mu didn't know, but he didn't dare to gamble. He could only control the blue-black bronze order with his mind and stuff it as deep into his mind as possible.
He then consciously disturbed the depths of his mind, trying to conceal the three remaining shackles and the dark blue bronze order.

At the same time, he did not forget to actively disperse the thin yin and yang energy in his body that was about to dissipate.

Only in this way can it be considered insurance.

At the same time, the old dog's spiritual consciousness had already penetrated into Zhou Mu's body.

"Well?"

The old dog was surprised:

"How many plants of heavenly medicine did you swallow, little man?"

"No wonder you were able to survive and sink to this place. You were able to obtain so many divine medicines, but ended up in such a miserable state. Should we say that you are blessed with good fortune, or that you are extremely unlucky?"

Shaking his head, the old dog probed into Zhou Mu's body and exclaimed softly:

"No, your icy skin and jade-like bones are acquired later in life? Did you take some magical elixir? It's interesting. Let me take a look."

The divine consciousness continued to flow, and it saw the slight crack between Zhou Mu's body and soul.

"Hey? How come you, a human child, have opened up a gap between heaven and man, and achieved the rudiments of unity between heaven and man, and the connection between body and spirit?"

Zhou Mu was a little confused. The unity of man and nature, the connection between body and spirit?
what is that?
The old dog sighed:

"I didn't expect you to be so beautiful. You would have been great even in the ancient times. What a pity, what a pity. You are destined to be in hardship here after all!"

It finally transferred its divine thoughts and saw through Zhou Muzhi's [inner scene], muttering:

"Let's take another look at your inner landscape, your fundamental place. With your talent, I'm afraid it can be as big as an inch. If it is, it would be a pity!"

After saying this, it peeked at Zhou Mu's [interior location] and its eyes widened.

"what??"

The old dog thought he was distracted and saw it wrong.

It seemed as if it saw a vast universe, boundless and limitless.

Is this a fucking interior location?

The interior of my own location is as vast as a city! !
I was confused.

The old dog noticed two balls of light in the inner world, or the [inner world] of this scary little guy.

The bright yellow ball should be the inheritance of human bloodline, but what is that light red ball?

Does this talented little kid have other bloodlines?

The old dog subconsciously penetrated into it with his mind to see what was going on.

It shuddered.

He shivered again.

It retracted its claws in fear, stood up in shock, and then pressed Zhou Mu's shoulders with its claws in surprise.

It smiled as if in the spring breeze, its long, fine white fur trembling, and spoke kindly:
"My little boy, it is fate that you and this Lord God have fallen here together."

After a pause, the old dog pointed again and created a auspicious cushion out of thin air. He helped the confused Zhou Mu sit on the cushion beside the guqin.
It grabbed Zhou Mu's hands with its two claws and patted them:

"How about you and I become sworn brothers?"

"???"

Three question marks popped up on Zhou Mu's confused forehead.

ha?
Zhou Mu looked around blankly.

The old dog clawed in the air again, and a few jars of wine fell down. Then it hugged Zhou Mu tightly, and its long, white fur made Zhou Mu's nose itchy.

"This is wine sent by someone above. I don't know who sent it. I can't bear to drink it all, but we should drink it together today!"

"Thousand-year-old Tiger Immortal Bone Wine!"

The old dog's tone was very enthusiastic.

………………

The Ten Thousand People River crisscrosses the entire Quanjue City inside and outside.

Inner city, beside a tributary of Wanren River.

"Too white."

Jiahu took out a few jars of wine with a distressed look on his face, sighed, and said:
"It will take at least three months to the sun setting, or at most a year. Can you and I really find a way to get through the formation under the river within a year?"

The old man sat cross-legged by the river, staring at the jars of thousand-year-old tiger bone wine, and swallowed his saliva:
"When the sun sets, the blood of the Tengu clan will flourish. The one suppressed by the river will also be able to rise one or two levels. This is our only chance to save it."

After a pause, he continued:

"By then, there may not only be you and me gathered in this Quanjue City. There will be people from Buzhou, and maybe even people from Kunlun!"

Jiahu sighed again:
"So what? That formation cannot be broken by anyone other than a True King, Bodhisattva, or Heavenly Sovereign. How many True Kings do you humans have? How many are there in the Five Kings City? How many are there in Kunlun? And then what?"

After a pause, he felt sympathetic:
"Besides, at that time, how could this magnificent demon country not have a powerful person in person? If a top demon fairy came, everything would be over!" The old man was silent for a moment:
"We must try. Saving the one under the river is of great significance. He was once the eighth saint of Meishan. Although he is only a minor saint, he is still one of the eight saints. If he can escape, he may be able to find the place where the other saints are suppressed, or even..."

After a pause, the old man's eyes lit up:

"It is even possible to find the number one True Lord in the sky."

"impossible."

Jiahu shook his head:

"Taibai, you are not an immortal in the ancient times after all, so there are too many things you don't know. There were only seven saints in Meishan, and the one under the river was later accepted as the eighth saint. He was not close to the other saints."

After a pause, he said darkly:

"And the number one True Lord in the sky is not a demon! After the catastrophe, only demon-like immortals and gods remained, and even if they did, they were all suppressed. How could that True Lord still be in this world?"

The old man said nothing.

Jiahu sighed and patted the old man on the shoulder:

"But you are right. We have to try it eventually. But you should know that if we can't find a way to break the formation before the sun sets, everything will be over. If a top demon fairy comes, everything will be over!"

After another moment of silence, the old man finally spoke:

"Not necessarily. There is another way."

Jiahu let out an "oh" and looked at him in surprise, only to see the old man sighing:
"My eldest disciple is a little special. She is not a sage, but she also reincarnated in the blood sacrifice."

Jiahu's expression changed slightly, but he didn't remember to ask any questions and just listened carefully.

"But thousands of years ago, she was destroyed. The remaining soul was found and revived by me ten years ago, and we started over again."

After a pause, the old man said in a low voice:
"And at this moment, she is still forcibly stagnating before her Qi and blood sublimation, and she may have a chance to cross the Ten Thousand People River and fall into the formation."

Jiahu frowned:

"What if you fail? Your disciple will die."

The old man opened his mouth but said nothing in the end.

As time passed, the moon rose above the treetops and hung in the sky, surrounded by stars.

Jiahu shook his head and wiped his eyes with his hand. A divine light appeared. He looked down at the river of thousands of people and the calm river surface.

"Okay, I'm drunk. Let's see if I can attach a wisp of thought to the altar this time and communicate with the one under the river."

He didn't hold out much hope. In the previous attempts, the wine had sunk, but his divine thoughts had not succeeded.

If the divine consciousness is too weak, it will be annihilated in the river of thousands of people. If the divine consciousness is too strong, it will not be able to penetrate the formation. There is a balance in between which is very difficult to grasp.

The old man said:
"Shall I do it this time?"

"No need."

Jiahu shook his head:

"You failed not long ago. Your mind was destroyed and you suffered a backlash. Your injuries haven't healed yet. Let me do it."

As he was speaking, the wine jar had sunk to the bottom of the river, and Jiahu's thoughts and even a wisp of his soul attached to it, sinking with it.

As the wine jar sank deeper and deeper into the river, Jiahu felt that his own thoughts and that wisp of soul were being eroded. He groaned involuntarily and looked a little listless.

for a long time.

"We've reached the edge of the formation."

Jiahu concentrated his mind, his heart tightened, and he felt the wine jar pass through the thin membrane of the formation and fall into it.
And his own mind and soul were struggling to crowd on the edge of the formation, being erased and shattered.

Failed again?
Jiahu coughed up blood, but suddenly realized that at the moment before his mind and soul were completely wiped out, he squeezed through the membrane and fell into the formation.

"It's done!"

Jiahu was overjoyed, and used his dying mind and soul to observe the scenery inside the formation.
I saw a snow-white old dog and a handsome young man arm in arm, drinking together and both were drunk.

He heard the old dog's drunken laughter.

"It is indeed a little inappropriate for us to become sworn brothers."

"But I am the Eighth Saint of Meishan, why don't you be the Ninth Saint of Meishan?"

Another drunk young man burped, his mouth full of wine and he said drunkenly:

"Since Lord Swallowing the Sun has said so, how dare I disobey."

"You're welcome, please call me Xiaotian!"

The wisp of divine consciousness and soul that was nearly wiped out was too badly damaged and eventually flickered and went out.

The armored tiger on the river bank spat out a mouthful of blood that sparkled with fairy light, his face full of confusion.

"What the hell."

He muttered to himself and looked around blankly.

(End of this chapter)