Peerless: The Starry Sky Revival Plan of the Auspicious Beasts

But she will not give up her determination for revenge.

"Really?" Lan Lingtong just nodded indifferently, "The Holy Religion will not interfere with your free will, but you still need to come with us."

Chapter 148 Their Holiday (6)

Deep in the Sunset Forest, beyond the beautiful and harmonious paradise of ice and fire, lies the terrifying hell on earth.

The hillside is covered with beautiful poisonous flowers spawned by the gods. Under the strong intertwined roots of the poisonous flowers, the highly poisonous miasma, together with the dry bones that have not been completely swallowed by the green phosphorus flowers, quietly sinks into the deep mountains. The bottom of the gap.

In this ancient and lonely cemetery, death is a bond.

Soul masters and soul beasts, prey and hunters, their bones are harmoniously and intimately close to each other, mixed together without distinction, and spent a long time together... The hatred in life has long been reflected in the poisonous skirt of the colorful god of death. All eliminated below.

But at the bottom of the deep valley, in the deepest part of the Tomb of All Skeletons where the sun never shines, the depths of the sea of ​​decayed bones suddenly surged violently.

A huge but young monster covered in rotting corpses and white mold turned over comfortably in its cradle of dead bones.

Withered bones rolling, in front of the monster cub's blood-colored vertical pupils that were no different from dragons, the orange light emitted by the huge false eyes penetrated the withered flesh in the gaps between the bones, temporarily illuminating the dark cemetery.

No one knows what will happen when this cub, living among poison and death, decides to step out of its warm hiding place.

……

Late at night, the gray castle was shrouded in thick fog, and the rich power of heaven and earth among the mountains surged like a tide, nourishing the disciples of this hidden sect.

With such a superior geographical location and such rich spiritual energy, practicing here will naturally lead to twice the result with half the effort.

But what’s the point of the Haotian Sect’s disciples having strong cultivation? As a reclusive sect disciple who has had almost no contact with the outside world for thousands of years... no matter how high his cultivation level is, he can only stay in the sect's one-third of an acre for the rest of his life.

Can they gain access to different types of powerful opponents? Can I have access to the latest soul guidance device? Can they cope with the real trend in the soul master world in the future?

Or maybe they are actually not as powerful as the outside world imagines, so they have to remain anonymous to maintain the reputation of their sect as the best martial arts spirit in the world?

... Putting aside this malicious speculation, regardless of the actual level of the disciples of the Haotian Sect, as long as this ancient sect still has two priests guarding it, its status cannot be shaken.

"Rhythm...the rhythm between heaven and earth...the rhythm of oneself..." In a room on the third floor of Haotian Castle, Wang Dong was sitting cross-legged on the bed with his eyes closed, muttering to himself.

He muttered like this for a while, and finally collapsed and fell back on the fluffy quilt.

The boy's flexible waist formed a beautiful curve, and his pajamas were unintentionally lifted a little, revealing his beautiful abdominal muscles.

He stretched his waist long and hard.

"Wow! Where is there such a thing as rhythm? Senior sister must have lied to me!" Wang Dong, who had been paralyzed like a salted fish for a long time, raised his hand in despair and rubbed his short pink-blue hair into a mess, "Senior sister Is it really something that people can understand?”

He continued to roll around on the bed imagelessly, "Ahhhh - when does school start!"

Yes, unlike other students who love holidays, Wang Dongzheng is extremely eager to start school as soon as possible.

Because his head was throbbing with pain.

Ever since Wang Dong could remember—that is, nearly two years ago—he had always had headaches.

Before going to school, when he was in the sect, he had this headache every night, like someone was endlessly hitting his head with a blunt axe. It would be better if I fell asleep early, but I would occasionally wake up with pain. It is impossible to meditate and practice. It is too easy to go crazy.

When he first moved into Shrek's dormitory, that annoying person Wan Wen would still laugh at him for being a lazy dog ​​who didn't practice at night. But for some unknown reason, after staying at Shrek Academy for a while, Wang Dong gradually stopped having headaches every night, and was able to meditate instead of sleeping at night like others.

Only occasionally, when he thinks of something, his head still hurts... But as long as he doesn't think about those things, it doesn't matter.

A few days after Wang Dong returned to Haotian Sect, his headache came back again.

It can’t be that I have a bad relationship with the sect’s feng shui or something, that would be too tragic! Wang Dong stared at the ceiling and thought.

Well, he really didn't like the life in the sect very much. Wang Dong turned over, hugged the quilt, and thought dullly, it seems that... there is no trace of his life in the sect, even though there is obviously in his memory, But everything here is unfamiliar.

And his peers in the sect are also very indifferent, and their attitude is very respectful... But Wang Dong feels that the Haotian Sect disciples look at him with alienated and strange eyes.

Wang Dong knew very well that his peers in the sect didn't like him. Is it because they were jealous that he could leave the sect, or because in their eyes, he just appeared out of thin air...?

He skillfully cut off his thoughts before the headache became too severe.

Wang Dong recalled that when he talked about his headache with his eldest and second uncles, they were vague and only said that he was born with a weak constitution, and then stuffed a lot of supplements into his mouth.

Well, Wang Dong felt that he was used to such secrets.

When he talked about this matter with a few friends, Wan Wen showed a look of disgusting sympathy and handed him a Yueying Chamber of Commerce discount card to buy medicine.

Huo Yuhao worriedly dug out a pile of large books from the storage soul guide to try to find some relevant information, and promised to ask the teacher when he got home.

As for Wan Wen's brother Wang Rui, this guy is almost like a Riddler. His words are vague, but he seems to hide some dangerous hints and provides some suggestions. On the one hand, Wang Dong felt that he was suffering from paranoia, but on the other hand, he felt that what he said made sense. His situation seemed really bad...

There is also senior sister. Senior Jiang Lan taught herself a cultivation method very seriously - probably to find inner peace and the rhythm of heaven and earth. She said that when she had a headache, she would immerse her body and mind in "the rhythm of heaven and earth." "In this way, not only can you speed up your practice, but you can also forget your headaches - but Wang Dong thinks that he can't understand the practice method described by his senior sister for the time being.

He would rather hope that the senior sister could touch her head gently and say something like "It's a pain in the ass".

The boy blushed and giggled.

……

"What are you thinking about?" Ma Xiaotao asked suddenly. She held her hands behind her head and was wearing a midriff-baring short top. Her long dark red hair danced around her white waist as she moved, like a playful tail.

She is taking two assistants on her way to investigate her past. Yan Shaozhe picked her up on an official road between Tianhun Empire and Shrek Academy. When he arrived, there was a sea of ​​dark purple fire. The young Ma Xiaotao sat in the flames without any image, crying. Others There is nothing.

There are merchants passing by on this kind of official road, and there are also bandits and robbers. After so many years, maybe there is still a trace, maybe not.

But no matter what, she had to go to the nearby village to inquire about it.

The questions Ma Xiaotao asked were somewhat diverting.

"What will Beibei's fourth soul skill be?" Xu Sanshi subconsciously asked.

"Who asked you?" Ma Xiaotao rolled her eyes, and then glanced at Xu Sanshi meaningfully, "And... tsk tsk, you really have him in your heart. Since you love so much in your heart, it's hard to express it in words. , I will convey it to Beibei.”

"Holy shit! Daddy! Stop!" Xu Sanshi screamed after regaining consciousness.

"Sister? What were you thinking about just now?" Ma Xiaotao ignored him, half a step behind, and raised her hand to poke Jiang Lan's waist.

"Butterfly." The doll-like girl said flatly.

Xu Sanshi "tsk" loudly.

Ma Xiaotao frowned. How old is her sister? Yes, in Sister Xiaotao's mind, Jiang Lan is still a mentally retarded child. She starts to miss her little boyfriend?

Who else could the butterfly in Jiang Lan's mouth be? Of course it’s the goddess of light Die Die from the first grade!

"Forget it, at least that kid is handsome." She thought for a moment, and her brows widened again, "When he is admitted to the inner court, you will go to Poseidon's Fate to capture him."

Jiang Lan's face was a little confused, but she seemed to hear some key words and nodded.

She seemed to be about to say something, but suddenly paused, and for the first time, there was a trace of solemnity on her face, which had always been unwavering.

"There is something." The girl said briefly.

Ma Xiaotao frowned, as if she felt something as well, and her face became serious. Only Xu Sanshi, who was the worst in cultivation, stood there confused.

Soon, he also saw a very fast person - probably a soul master - landing in a safe position that was neither too close nor too far away from them.

She was a tall girl with delicate and beautiful facial features and feather-like decorations on the sides of her ears. She should be a fast-flying bird martial spirit. Xu Sanshi only saw that her arms changed from bird wings to human hands. I couldn't see the ring clearly.

"Chen Xiang, agility-type fighting soul sect, martial soul sharp-tailed swift." The girl generously cupped her hands to show that she had no ill intentions, "My home is not far from here, and I have seen several soul masters who have come from afar and have been lingering here for a long time. , I came here specifically to ask if you need help?"

Chapter 149 Wang Rui is working overtime (1)

Above the sleeping girl's body, there was a blur of golden light and shadow and a blur of turquoise light and shadow suspended.

"When will she wake up?" the golden ball asked worriedly.

"This child seems to have fallen into some kind of enlightenment... related to the ice attribute." The blurry green light said, "That even made my own ice attribute level improve... Ruizhu, does this have anything to do with you? related?"

"It's not in my plan." Three-Eyed Jin Yan spoke concisely, without even looking directly at the Ice Emperor's shadow. "I have some vague guesses, but I can't tell you until it's completely clear, but I'm sure this is a good change. "

A golden lion dragon lies in the center of the room, with a visibly depressed expression on the lion's face. There is also an official document on the floor in front of him - "Request for Instructions on the Expansion of the North District Medicine Garden" - with two horns. On each tip hangs a storage soul guide filled with official documents.

Yes, that's right, this is the so-called holiday to relax and resume work at the crematorium.

Emperor Ruiju, who went to Shrek Academy for an eleven-month short vacation on the pretext of "personally cultivating gods who will side with the soul beasts in the future," still had to deal with a pile of official duties when he came back.

Short! Of course it’s shorter! Wang Rui burst into tears.

Even if his real body was in seclusion in Xingdou, he would still use half of his brain to operate the Di Feng alias!

Don't ask why he still has to deal with official duties as a wild animal - if the soul beasts lived freely in the forest, of course there would be no such thing, but now there is a stupid idealist who forcibly counts the numbers in order to change the fate of being exterminated. The unclear and brainless (muddleheaded and slow-witted) and short-sighted race of soul beasts got together to form a relatively loose alliance, and introduced some humans into the forest - things became even more complicated.

Resource distribution, ethnic friction, forest construction, resistance to foreign enemies...

You can tell with your toes how many things need to be handled by Wang Rui personally.

It's not that the Three-Eyed Golden Raider is unwilling to let others handle matters, but the lessons of blood and tears in the fucking thousands of years have reminded him every time that before the overall intelligence and consciousness of the soul beast has improved a few steps, he will never be responsible. The possibility of handing off the shopkeeper.

Hundred-thousand-year-old soul beasts and ferocious beasts each have their own flaws. Some are extremely protective of their shortcomings, some are very clear-minded and stupid, and some simply treat low-level soul beasts as consumables... The help they can help is limited.

Even if Long Xiaoyao can handle some of the affairs of the Beast Sect, when a human wants to interfere in the internal affairs of the Soul Beast, he will always encounter obstacles at all levels - even if he is an Ultimate Douluo, even if he is a disciple of Ditian.

Moreover, the final decision-making power on the internal affairs of the soul beast absolutely cannot be placed in the hands of a certain human being.

Some humans are naturally trustworthy, and Wang Rui won't suppress anyone, but all humans have ambitions and brains that are definitely better than most soul beasts.

After all, when a human normally grows up to the age of twenty, his brain is basically smarter than that of a newly promoted hundred thousand year soul beast.

Wang Rui thought gloomily that his past experiences had obviously taught him some profound lessons, and his strong mental power allowed him to be distracted and recall the several powerful soul beasts in his territory near the medicine garden in the North District. Soon, He locked a soul beast who could give up some territory.

The 80,000-year-old Golden-horned White Deer King protects a family of young and old...well, no old ones. Wang Rui likes this kind of soul beast the most when it becomes powerful and consciously assumes the responsibility of the leader of the group. As long as the education is in place, such a soul beast can be promoted. After the 100,000-year level, he will become a qualified subordinate for his own race, as long as he is in place...

Wang Rui's face suddenly turned blank.

To add a little more explanation, behind the three-eyed golden beast is a bed made of ice marrow, and Huo Yuqing is lying on the bed and sleeping peacefully.

After absorbing the Ice Emperor's soul ring, she was obviously a bit taller than before the vacation, and her facial features had also lost a bit of their greenness. The auspicious animal fur ball hanging on the golden dagger was pillowed next to her face, and the soft fluff floated with her breathing. One of the girl's arms hung down from the bed, and even in her dream she was clutching a cluster of flame-like... er, the tip of the Emperor's auspicious beast's tail.

Not knowing what he was dreaming about, Huo Yuqing took the shining golden tail into her arms, hugged it tightly, then turned over and pressed most of her body up.

Wang Rui's cat face showed no signs of trouble. In fact, he felt as if his tail was about to be pulled off.

A bit of surprise appeared on Ice Emperor Phantom's blurred face, and even Tian Meng didn't get angry when he poked her with a strange smile.

The emperor's auspicious beast who holds the real power in the Star Dou Forest actually allows his human host to pull his tail?

Don’t cats hate people pulling their tails?

Bingdi asked herself, if the little scorpions in her own tribe dared to clamp her tail, she would definitely stab those cubs into the snow upside down - even her own surviving ones would be no exception!