Zongman: This Holy Lord just wants friendly communication

This small body seems to contain an endless source of energy at this moment, and a tremendous force roars out.

The surrounding space seemed to be twisted and vibrated, making a "cracking" sound, as if the space could not bear the pressure of this force and was about to shatter.

With a whoosh sound, the black gas seemed to be carrying a storm and five-colored fire.

Like an arrow shot from a bow, it crashed into the exquisite and complex formation below.

The moment the two touched, it was like a meteorite falling into the lake, causing layers of ripples and waves. The surface of the lake was like a huge mirror, which was instantly shattered and turned into countless crystal water splashes.

The magical thing was that the five-colored fire source melted into the sand like water, slowly sinking into the formation, as if it had found its own destination, and quietly disappeared, leaving only a slightly shaking formation, witnessing the thrilling scene just now.

When Jiang Shi Nian saw this, his heart suddenly tightened and his breathing stagnated. This was the fire source that he had spent so much effort to condense, and it was as precious as the essence of his heart and blood. Now that it disappeared like this, if anything went wrong, wouldn't all his years of hard work be wasted?

He widened his eyes and stared at the formation, his hands clenched into fists, his nails dug into his palms and oozing blood, but he felt no pain at all, as his heart was filled with worry about the fate of the fire source.

Fortunately, the worry did not last long. In a moment, the small formation seemed to be injected with a shot of cardiac stimulant. It shook and swayed violently. Mysterious runes seemed to be lit up stars, flickering above the formation, exuding an ancient and mysterious atmosphere.

Then, the surrounding Qiantian Minghuo Array seemed to be an ancient behemoth that had been awakened, and the magic patterns lit up one by one.

The light is bright and shining, like a giant dragon that has been sleeping for a long time.

It woke up at this moment, stretching its huge body, with scales all over its body shining with golden light, looking majestic.

The originally weak and scattered Qiantian Minghuo seemed to have received an order to return to its nest. It quickly shrank and gathered, winding along the magic patterns, like a nimble silver snake, and orderly escaped into the depths of the light.

In the blink of an eye, the entire formation glowed brightly, and the outer magic circle seemed to be given life. It shook violently, soared into the air, and rotated at high speed. The lines on it looked like ignited fire.

The red light is bright and dazzling, like a colorful painting of light and shadow, slowly unfolding between heaven and earth, which is breathtaking.

"Swish"

As endless light flashed, the array patterns seemed to be pulled by an invisible giant hand, quickly contracting and shrinking.

In a moment, the magic circle that was originally vast and covered an unknown area shrank to the size of a pool.

At this moment, all the forces are gathered in it like hundreds of rivers flowing into the sea. The small core formation is even more like a wanderer returning home, slowly melting into the pool and becoming one with it, as natural and harmonious as water and milk, without a trace of abruptness.

Then, the light gradually dimmed like a burned-out candle.

Until it disappears.

Those magical images were like a dream bubble, turning into fine divine rain, falling into the pool, nourishing the divine substance.

Bring the blessing of vitality to the golden-scaled fish and wilted plants in the pond.

The divine rain was as crystal clear as pearls. It fell into the water, splashing tiny water droplets.

The fishes seemed to feel the call of life. They swayed their weak bodies and swam towards the place where the divine rain fell, greedily absorbing the hard-earned nutrients.

And those wilted plants seemed to be injected with the vitality of life, their roots trembled slightly, and their leaves became green again, stretching hard to welcome the hope of new life.

Jiang Shi Nian suddenly felt his mind move, as if a mysterious bond had been created between him and the pool. He could clearly sense every subtle movement of the formation, as if it had become an extension of his own body.

He could feel the power flowing in the pool and the runes flashing, as if it was a part of his body, breathing and moving.

Immediately afterwards, ripples appeared in the empty space in the pool, a mysterious force surged, and a group of colorful clouds slowly emerged.

But at this moment, it is no longer bright, but mottled and dull in color. The blood color is as rich as ink, like dried bloodstains, with black threads entwined and intertwined with gold, like a mysterious and strange abstract painting, evenly distributed in the depths, full of heaviness and mystery after experiencing vicissitudes of life.

"come back."

Jiang Shi Nian's heart moved at will, and he called out softly. The cloud seemed to understand his call, and it trembled and floated back, sinking into his body. With a little induction, he could sense that it was weak and listless, and its energy was almost exhausted.

"It should be due to the combined efforts of the black gas to refine the magic circle." Jiang Shi Nian pondered secretly, nodded, and hurriedly circulated the power in his body, carefully nourishing it, as if he was caring for a seriously injured patient. Every bit of power input seemed to inject vitality into it, allowing it to slowly recover its strength in weakness.

He turned his eyes and looked at the black stone, only to see that it looked like an eggplant hit by frost, its spirit was sluggish, and the black energy around it was a little lighter. Jiang Shi Nian was surprised, it seemed that the battle between it and the righteousness was very fierce, but it was damaged so badly after just a little help in refining the magic circle. He was about to express his concern, after all, he would have to fight side by side against the protagonist group later, but was suddenly interrupted by the black stone.

"This pool can be taken away. Go and collect Yingquan and the Twelve Golden Palaces, then you can leave with the pool on your shoulders."

Heishi's voice seemed to come from the underworld, unpredictable and mysterious, and every word seemed to carry ice chips, making people shudder.

"Son, remember that each of the twelve golden palaces hides an ancient star beast, which is like a star incarnation, corresponding to the twelve constellations. It contains the power of the universe and is mysterious and extraordinary. If you want to subdue it, you must rely on your own strength to defeat it one-on-one and win its loyalty. There is no other way."

Chapter 119 Twelve Starry Sky Ancient Beasts

Heishi sounded like an elder giving earnest instructions, speaking with earnestness and full of earnest expectations. His words showed both trust in Jiang Shinian and reluctance to let go of past regrets. He was like an aging general who entrusted his unfinished business to the younger generation.

"Thinking back to the past, those so-called gods were despicable, and used to sneak attacks and group fights, using extremely mean means. I gave birth to living beings with great expectations, but they regarded them as thorns in their eyes and flesh. Not only did they seal all the living beings that I worked so hard for, but even the ancient beasts that were born in this chaotic starry sky were suppressed and sealed in the corner of time, without freedom."

Heishi's words were filled with resentment, as if the flames of war were rekindled, and the hatred was hard to dispel. Every word seemed to carry anger, burning the air, making people truly feel the pain and unwillingness left by that tragic past.

"We had an agreement with them not to interfere with each other's reproduction of life. I was careless and believed their words. I didn't expect them to break their promise. While I was confronting that old man and had no time to split myself, they actually sealed and imprisoned the twelve ancient star beasts. How cruel!"

At this point, Heishi seemed to be still unsatisfied and wanted to talk about the past grievances again, but he swallowed it back, paused, and finally sighed helplessly:

"I have been in this world for a long time, but my time is up and I must leave.

Although your strength is not at its peak now, those ancient beasts have been worn down by the years and are extremely weak. They are only able to survive by the thin starlight that penetrates through the gaps in the formation, and their vitality is almost gone.

I have high hopes for you, Xiaolong. Don't let me down. You must strive to do your best. I don't want to be suppressed by that force again and never be able to turn things around."

The black stone, the incarnation of the black air, is like a black cloud gently lifted up by a mysterious and otherworldly force. The rolling black air surrounding it is like wisps of smoke rising slowly and leisurely towards the boundless sky.

It is also like a hermit who has completed his mission on earth, and gradually disappears between heaven and earth with a sense of ease and determination.

Only a vague, dreamy black silhouette was left, like a freehand painting outlined in light ink, slowly fading from Jiang Shi Nian's sight.

It left him standing there alone.

His expression was solemn, as if he was lost in deep thought. In his deep eyes, his thoughts were like twinkling stars, crisscrossing.

When the black gas completely disappeared at the end of heaven and earth, as if swallowed by the endless void, Jiang Shi Nian stood quietly for a long time, like an ancient statue cast by time and immersed in quiet Zen, exuding a temperament of independence, tranquility and remoteness.

The breeze blew gently, causing his clothes to flutter, but it failed to disturb him at all. He seemed to merge with the world, immersed in a spiritual realm that belonged only to him.

In silence, he savored the fantasy and thrills he had just experienced, and explored the direction to move forward next. His focused expression was like that of a chess master who was unraveling the mystery of the game, not missing any tiny clue.

After a moment, he seemed to come back to his senses from deep thought, and walked lightly to the edge of the mysterious pond.

At this moment, the pool seemed like an ancient treasure box that was sealed by the years and contained endless mysterious power. It quietly emitted a faint but alluring halo, attracting Jiang Shinian's attention.

His eyes were slightly closed, as if he was communicating with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, gathering tremendous strength around his body. After a moment, he suddenly waved his sleeves, and the sleeves seemed to be blown by the strong wind and turned into flying flags, carrying the pool with overwhelming force.

In an instant, the pool seemed to be gently picked up by an invisible yet extremely powerful giant hand, and quietly sank into his personal space, like a bright star disappearing in the vast night sky, leaving no trace.

There was only an empty space around, but it was still filled with a lingering mysterious atmosphere, as if telling of the silent "storage miracle" that had just happened.

"Who would do such a stupid thing as carrying things on a trek these days?"

Jiang Shi Nian's mouth corners slightly raised, revealing a confident and slightly teasing smile, that smile was like the warm sunshine in spring, dispelling some of the solemn atmosphere in his words.

He is full of complacency about modern convenient methods, and also like a wise man who is well versed in the ways of cleverness and strength, sneering at the brute force of the past.

With the disappearance of the pond, the mist that originally lingered and permeated the surroundings, as if woven with the thinnest and most delicate natural silk, as soft as gauze and dreamy, seemed to have lost the foundation on which it depended.

The light and shadow effects gradually dissipated at the end of the stage play, and slowly dissipated. Every wisp of mist played a silent farewell movement, disappearing like a dream bubble.

The surrounding scenery is like a beauty who has taken off her hazy veil, gradually becoming clearer and brighter. The outlines of flowers, plants and trees become more distinct, and the dewdrops on each leaf are crystal clear, like bright gems carefully inlaid by nature, reflecting colorful glimmers.

At this moment, a secluded path seemed to quietly emerge from the mysterious and deep time, like an endless maze, its "shy" figure, winding through the depths of the lush branches and leaves of the jungle, like the waves of a green ocean.

It is quiet and natural, without any sense of abruptness, as if it is the "elf" that has been nurtured by this world for a long time, waiting to make a stunning appearance at this moment. It blends in with the surrounding grass, trees, mountains and stones, and fits in perfectly, just like the last key piece in a puzzle, completing the complete picture of this scene.

Jiang Shi Nian's gaze fell lightly on it, and that gaze was like a soft feather, carrying a bit of exploration and expectation. After a slight pause, he was like an explorer who was about to step into a mysterious wonderland, and stepped onto this mysterious path.

The steps are steady and powerful, and every step seems to be stepping on the drumbeats of history and reality. With the determination to explore the unknown, they gradually go deeper into the secluded realm.

The further you go, the deeper and more mysterious the path becomes, like a time tunnel leading to another mysterious world.

Jiang Shi Nian seems to be in a dreamland. The light and shadow around him seem to be manipulated by an invisible hand, changing unpredictably. Time and space are intertwined and overlapped. The boundaries between the past and the present, reality and fantasy are blurred.

I don't know how long I walked, but in a trance, I heard faint ethereal and solemn sounds, like the whispers of ancient gods in the sky, with that mysterious and magnetic voice, coming slowly from the front.

The voice was ethereal, like a faint fragrance in the wind, gently brushing past the ear, but with a strange texture that reached deep into the soul and seemed to be able to knock on the door of the heart.

Jiang Shi Nian's curiosity was aroused like a raging fire, burning more and more fiercely in his chest. His steps unconsciously quickened, as if he was attracted by the mysterious voice, and he was eager to uncover the mystery hidden in front of him.

Chapter 120 Ying Quan

As the distance got closer, the sound became louder and louder, like a prehistoric beast being awakened, breaking free from the shackles of a thousand years of slumber, until it sounded like the ringing of a huge bell or the roar of a road, like a tsunami crashing on the shore, surging and surging.

Each sound seemed to contain the power of creation, causing the surrounding air to vibrate, as if a group of invisible elves were frantically beating on the transparent eardrum.

Jiang Shi Nian was startled and took a breath of cold air. The cold air was like an icy arrow that instantly pierced his lungs.

His eyes instantly ignited with a blazing light, like two torches burning brightly in the dark night, never extinguished. They fixed their gazes fixedly ahead, trying to penetrate the layers of fog and uncover the truth with the "sword" of their eyes.

His eyes were filled with nervousness and anticipation, as if he was about to witness the birth of a miracle that would shake the world.

"boom!"

There was a loud bang as if the sky was falling and the earth was splitting apart, as if Pangu was swinging the giant axe that created the sky and splitting the chaos again.

The ground ahead seemed to be ruthlessly torn apart by a pair of powerful hands filled with destructive power from the Nine Nether Hell.

A towering and majestic mountain, standing tall like a divine pillar, wrapped in chaotic mist, like an ancient giant beast reborn from the ground, breaking out of the ground and rising up with an unstoppable momentum.

Surrounded by clouds and mist, the mountain appears mysterious and majestic. It seems as if the mountain has been carefully outlined and painted by nature with the most vigorous brushstrokes and the thickest paint. Every wrinkle and every ups and downs seem to contain stories of the years, telling the glory and mystery of the past.

On the mountainside, there is an ancient cave that looks like the deep and mysterious eyes of a giant beast, as if hiding endless treasures. It emits auspicious light, and the spiritual energy is like materialized mist, spreading everywhere.

The mist seemed to be endowed with life, moving nimbly in and out of the cave, like a dream. The scene was so magnificent that it was breathtaking.

It was like a beautiful painting painted with fairy colors and divine strokes, slowly unfolding before Jiang Shinian's eyes, leaving him stunned and immersed in it, unable to extricate himself for a while.

"That's Ying Quan???"

Jiang Shi Nian's face was filled with astonishment, confusion and bewilderment, like a child who suddenly stumbled into a mysterious wonderland and was at a loss as to what to do.

"A mountain?"

He muttered to himself, his voice so soft that it sounded like a whisper in the wind, as if he couldn't believe what he saw.

Immediately, a strange light interwoven with the Chicken Talisman and the Rabbit Talisman appeared around him. The light was like a dreamy shield, or a pair of nimble wings, endowing him with extraordinary strength and speed.

His figure was like a ghost, flashing in an instant, wrapped in a strong wind, like a black lightning, rushing towards the ancient cave.

Every time the figure moves back and forth, it seems to break through the boundaries of time and space, leaving behind a vague afterimage that seems like a dream bubble, showing the momentum of lightning speed.

Near the cave entrance, a sacred aura so strong that it seemed to be materialized blew towards me, like a surging wave, and the wave seemed to be composed of countless golden light particles.

The collision caused Jiang Shinian's body to tremble violently, and his soul seemed to be impacted, as if he was hit by a sacred light from a higher-dimensional world, and he fell into a brief trance.

"Righteous?"