Eternal Dragon Yujue

Chapter 551 Seventeenth Floor

The people in the Sutra Pavilion on the first floor gradually discovered the problem. Most of them didn't choose any one thing, and the following few martial arts or secret martial arts that surpassed the sky appeared, causing everyone to compete.

After a bloody battle, there were nearly 15 Tianjiao who fell, and those few evildoers who had obtained their unique skills were all sent out, and they were not allowed to enter the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion again.

There are 20 Tianjiao people who have entered the third floor one after another. At this time, Mu Lengxue, Shui Lingtian and others are no longer on the third floor, and have obtained their own creations one after another.

Luo Hedong stroked his white beard, he looked at Shui Lingtian, his eyes showed love, and he saw Luo Li's shadow from Shui Lingtian's body.

He was sorry to the Tibetan mirror clan and also to his daughter. As the saint of the Tibetan mirror clan, she never had a childhood of her own, and she never even got the warmth of a family.

Since she was sensible, Luo Li had to face her strict father every day, and she had taken on the mission of protecting the Tibetan mirror clan since she was a child, and that heavy burden had always been on her immature shoulders.

Thinking of the harsh scolding he had given Luo Li before, Luohe East's eyes gradually became moist. The ancestor Jing Zhongxian once had a last word that the Tibetan Jing clan would be buried, but unexpectedly it fell on him.

So he was not reconciled, and wanted to save the family's fate, but in the end he couldn't fight the sky, and the Tibetan mirror clan was still wiped out.

Shui Lingtian blended the white seal between his eyebrows, and the mirror image on his forehead became even brighter and radiant, and the seal in his body was ready to move again and was about to split.

Luohe East pointed his finger between Shui Lingtian's eyebrows, and a majestic and vast force instantly submerged into his body, strengthening the seal.

After refining the white seal, the light and shadow of the mirror on Shui Lingtian's forehead turned into silvery white, with a faint golden light circulating.

When Luohe East saw this, his pupils shrank suddenly, his body shook violently, and his face showed shock.

After refining the second white seal, the family pattern between Shui Lingtian's eyebrows turned into a golden color. This situation caused a huge wave in De Luohe's heart, which did not subside for a long time.

As far as he knew, there were countless arrogances of the Tibetan Mirror Clan, but by refining the three white seals, the clan patterns trained could only transform into silvery white at most, but he had never heard of the circulation of golden light.

At this time, he had to think of the legend of the Tibetan mirror clan. The man who once stood at the peak of the mainland, according to the ancestral records, only the ancestor Jing Zhongxian, his clan pattern and hair are golden. For more than [-] years, , except for the Immortal in the Mirror, no one has been able to refine the clan crest to golden color.

Even they thought it was just a legend, and the golden clan pattern and golden hair were too mythical, but judging from the light from the clan pattern between Shui Lingtian's eyebrows at this time, it might indeed turn into golden color. It's just refining two family patterns. If you refine one more, who can say that this is not possible.

"Could it be that his talent is comparable to that of his ancestors?" Luohe Dong's body was trembling, his voice was hoarse, and he couldn't believe his eyes.

"Heaven has eyes, he is my grandson!" Luohe Dong laughed loudly, if he was still in the flesh, he might cry all the time.

The demise of the Tibetan Mirror Clan made him feel guilty and despaired, but now, his grandson, Shui Lingtian, had the hope of re-emerging the Tibetan Mirror Clan, which made him see a bright future.

As for Shui Lingtian's Li Shui bloodline.It doesn't matter anymore, the golden family pattern is the legend of the Tibetan Mirror Clan, it is a sign of atavism, the ancient human race pays the most attention to the concentration of blood, like Shui Lingtian, who has a blood that shows signs of atavism, no matter which ancient human race it is, it will be regarded as a treasure.

Luohe Dong laughed, almost insanely, if not for his strong willpower, the blow from the destruction of the Tibetan Mirror Clan would be enough to break him down.

He couldn't remember how many years he hadn't laughed. Even before the Tibetan mirror tribe was destroyed, he would never smile lightly. The Lishui tribe is not weaker than the Tibetan mirror tribe. They are the descendants of Shuixie Peak. Who dared to underestimate those who dared to compete with the fairy in the mirror back then.

Shui Lingtian's aura increased, and after refining the second white seal, he almost couldn't control his own strength, and wanted to break through the bottle tip recklessly, breaking through to the spirit congealing state.

At the critical moment, he suddenly suppressed that almost force. He can't break through now, and he must make a breakthrough in a natural way to benefit him.

If he breaks through due to the violent and rapid increase of power, then his foundation will become unstable, leaving hidden dangers.

In the eyes of practitioners, no hidden dangers can be left, otherwise, this slight, seemingly insignificant hidden danger will leave endless troubles for future entry.

Shui Lingtian didn't covet entering the country, but deliberately suppressed the power that was about to break through.

Half an hour later, he slowly opened his eyes, and two sharp rays of light were released. Although his realm had not risen, his strength had improved a lot.

"Not bad, not bad!" Luohe Dong said twice in succession, his eyes greatly approving.

He is in a good mood, Shui Lingtian's blood is returning to his ancestors, maybe he can resist the blood evil clan of the Nine Great Kings, if this catastrophe can be successfully overcome, there is hope for the rise of the Tibetan mirror clan, and the glory of the past.

"Thank you, Grandpa!" Shui Lingtian thanked him, his grandfather did not regard him as a foreigner because he was separated from the blood of the Shui clan, and even gave him a tattoo of the Tibetan mirror clan, which moved him a lot.

"No matter what resentment the Cangjing Clan and Li Shui have, I hope you can let it go. Your hatred is too strong. What happened back then has become your demon, so you have to be careful and don't let hatred destroy you!" Luohe East Road.

He seemed to have seen through Shui Lingtian's past, as if nothing in the latter's mind could escape his eyes.

"Thank you, Grandpa, for your teaching!" Shui Lingtian said, his gaze shifted slightly, a little unnaturally.

He doesn't like others to see through his own thoughts, besides, he understands his own situation and knows that he left a demon back then, which is not good for him.

Although he has recovered Mengxin's reincarnation, his demons have not been eliminated so quickly, and it may take time to fade.

"Your future is still in your own hands. I know that you came here to obtain the secret art of the mirror. This secret art is on the No.17 floor. After the secret operation, you can remove the family seal on the seventeenth floor, and you can leave this place without hindrance!" Luohe Dong laughed.

He explained the method of how to obtain the mirror secret technique. Without the help of the Tibetan mirror tribe, it would be impossible to obtain any unique technique.

Shui Lingtian bowed again, and immediately he turned his head to look at Liu Mengli, showing hesitation, Liu Mengli was still silent in enlightenment, and would not be able to wake up for a while.

"Hehe, you don't have to worry about this little girl. When she wakes up, I will naturally send her to the seventeenth floor!" Luohe Dong laughed.

Liu Mengli's comprehension ability is excellent, and she has already comprehended a lot of things left behind. At this time, her temperament has undergone an earth-shaking change. Her temperament is ethereal, extremely holy, like a fairy.

"Okay!" Shui Lingtian said lightly.

Immediately after he had a short chat with Luohe River, he stepped onto the seventeenth floor. The conversations between men were simple and clear, but their feelings were very sincere. Unlike women, they would not be too sentimental, and behaved more boldly Free and easy.

The collection of the Tibetan Mirror Clan is extremely rich. They are the descendants of the Mirror Immortal, so they naturally have many powerful mirror secret techniques.

In terms of collection, the Tibetan Mirror Clan is the number one. Their heritage is left by the Immortal Mirror, which cannot be compared with other clans, even the Lishui Clan is weaker.

Shui Xiefeng is different. He opened up a realm at the beginning and left behind many peerless martial arts secret techniques, but before he perfected that realm, he had already fallen in Guiyin Cave, died together with the enemy, and successfully suppressed the powerful enemy , so his treasure was not left to the Lishui people.

The Lishui tribe almost started from scratch, but they are also very fierce, a warlike tribe, not weaker than the Tibetan mirror tribe with rich background.

The No. 17 floor of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is a vast continent, and the whole world is a little dark, as if it has lost its vitality.

"Half of your strength has stepped into the Condensed Spirit Realm, and you are only short of an opportunity to advance naturally. Therefore, the seventeenth floor is the best choice. I hope you can break through smoothly!" Luohe Dong's voice came.

Shui Lingtian looked up, and saw dense black shadows rushing over, like locusts rolling by.It was a scary scene.

"Bat?" Shui Lingtian smiled slightly, and then his eyes turned cold. An invisible chill roared out from the Tianling Gai. He held the Molong, and it flew across the sky like a shooting star, tearing a passage through the black bat swarm. The speed is very fast, between the calcium carbide sparks, they have already killed a bloody path in the torrent of bats.

A strange sound came out from the group of bats, formless and invisible, many sound waves merged together, and rushed towards Shui Lingtian, Shui Lingtian's body shook, bloodshot from the corner of his mouth immediately.

There are too many bats, no matter how weak the power is superimposed, it can shake the mountain. Shui Lingtian was injured, which does not mean that he is weak, but on the contrary proves that he is very strong.

How could an ordinary strong man be able to resist such a bat attack, but Shui Lingtian only suffered some injuries.

Swinging the ink dragon, one after another guns blazed fiercely, and the water and the sky were like a rainbow, opening and closing among the bats, fighting hard.

Powerful bats fell one by one and became the ghosts of the spear glow, but there were too many bats, even though Shui Lingtian had killed more than ten thousand bats, it was just a drop in the ocean, not worth mentioning.

After killing a group of bats, a large number of bats came back. They were not afraid. They knew that Shui Lingtian was strong, but they rushed over like moths to the flame, as if they were willing to tear Shui Lingtian apart.

The long river of bat swarms quickly submerged Shui Lingtian. There were so many of them, it was like a torrent flowing through, it was frightening, and killing people made one's hands numb.

The smell of blood slowly spread, filling the whole world.

At the same place in this space, a girl in light-colored black clothes is fighting with a monster with a sword. Her movements are light and her figure is swaying. walk through.

The tyrannical sword gangs tore through the sky and the earth, and monsters kept falling down, roaring continuously, and the sword intent swept across the sky.

(End of this chapter)