Chapter 1047 Miss Yaotian
The wine is a fine wine brewed from thirty-three types of spiritual herbs. Only Hidden Dragon in the entire palace is qualified to taste it. Not to mention the Great Saint Realm, it is drunk by the Saint King and the ancestor. If you have too much, you can even get drunk.
So Hidden Dragon got drunk and was helped to the bedroom by the eunuch.
Xin Zhuo also felt a little dizzy, so he took a rest in the "Tai Chi Hall", put down the silk curtain, and sat cross-legged on the dragon bed. In his mind, the figure of the woman in the previous picture of the country in the main hall appeared again.
It seems that it is not an illusion. This woman is definitely not a familiar person, but... why does she feel familiar?
Just as I was thinking about it, I suddenly smelled an intoxicating fragrance. The curtain was lifted, and three graceful women with veils and only small clothes walked in. They were barefoot, tied with bells, and shouted. A light sound.
The appearance... is very tempting!
Before Xin Zhuo opened his mouth, a woman in her thirties who was in the middle said softly: "Uncle, three people from the slave family are here to accompany you to rest."
Xin Zhuo frowned: " Uncle? Are you?"
The three women sat beside the bed, and the middle woman chuckled: "I am the queen of the Dragon Saint Empire, and my two sisters are the noble concubine and the concubine Shu. I would like to sleep with Uncle Huang!”
Xin Zhuojiu woke up in an instant and cursed Canglong, a bastard who is not a thing and is so crazy for being so serious. He immediately said: "Sisters-in-law, please respect yourselves, I am not such a person!"
The queen's eyes could almost water: "Your Majesty said, you are all martial arts immortals with long lifespans. You don't care about common etiquette. You are also friends in need and share the same feelings." Why should we give in when we enjoy wealth? Could it be that I am not worthy of my uncle’s attention?”
Xin Zhuo nodded, flicked his fingers, and said, The woman flew out with a "whoosh" and fell to the ground, "I appreciate it. Thank you very much. Go back and rest."
"Humph..."
The three women snorted heavily and turned to leave.
Xin Zhuo wiped the sweat from his forehead and felt that it was a mess. The woman he was originally thinking about was completely forgotten.
Just sit cross-legged, close your eyes, and move around.
I don’t know how long it took, but the fragrance came to my ears again, but it was a strange sandalwood, a warm and soft touch, rubbing it on my neck.
Xin Zhuo opened his eyes suddenly, and saw in the dim light, a woman with bright eyes and white teeth, who had arrived on the bed at some time, was holding his neck and looking at him dreamily.
Focusing her eyes, although the woman was smiling, her eyes were numb.
The key is, she is the woman in the painting!
Xin Zhuo was startled and jumped up. The woman disappeared in the blink of an eye.
His heartbeat couldn't help but accelerate, and he flashed in front of the Jiangshan Sheji Picture in the main hall. Looking carefully at the picture, the figure curled into the "Little Sumeru".
Open your eyes immediately.
[Third Dark Eye]
The golden light shone directly through the scroll of Jiangshan Sheji, and I vaguely noticed a shadow, which seemed to be a woman, but it was definitely not the woman just now, and there was a trace of surprise on her face.
Immediately afterwards, the awe-inspiring Buddha light burst out, opened the third dark eye, turned into a wisp of blue smoke, and went straight to the distance outside the hall.
Xin Zhuo followed, jumped into the air, opened his eyes again, and nine rays of extreme cold ice disappeared.
【Nine Nether Baizhang Ice】
However, after taking a step too late, the figure had already reached a very high altitude, transforming into a phantom of a woman reaching the sky, as if the real Buddha had come to earth, and the golden Buddha light reflected half of the sky. She clasped her palms together, recited "Amitabha", and disappeared without a trace.
Wu Nian! Become a true entity!
What is the state of Wu Nian’s cultivation? Huangji Sandao?
The heavy snow has stopped, the moon is bright and the stars are sparse. The maids and eunuchs around have also rested, and it is quiet all around.
Xin Zhuo stood for a moment and then returned to the hall. Looking at the Jiangshan Sheji Map again, he had lost his vitality. Xiao Xumi Temple was gone, and the woman with dull eyes would not appear either.
Suddenly, he noticed faint fluctuations in Wangyue Well. He called it out and saw that the remnant soul of the Holy King was disappearing and appearing. He couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief, with a complicated expression on his face.
He knew who the woman in the previous painting was, the eldest lady from Putuo Mountain, Yaotian!
I have forgotten the wish of the Holy King!
No wonder it feels familiar.
It just so happens that the eldest lady is also in this area!
But why does she appear in the palace scroll of Hidden Dragon? Appeared from the Small Sumeru Temple again?
Full of doubts, I sat down cross-legged. Soon, as the morning light faded, the palace bells rang outside. A large group of palace maids and eunuchs hurried into the palace. When they saw Xin Zhuo sitting cross-legged on the ground, they were all startled and knelt down one after another.
After a while, Canglong changed into a casual dragon robe and hurried in. His face was full of embarrassment, and he smiled and said: "Brother, are you too particular? For my brother's sake, I only have one wife, and she has been dead for many years. These Queens and Concubines are just women.
They are all in the Yuanji realm. I think they are good. What’s wrong?”
Xin Zhuo was not in the mood and said: "I have to leave!"
Canglong was startled: "Brother Xian, where the hell are you going? It's so easy for us brothers to get together. The world is in chaos now. This is just a conspiracy. It’s a time of great things.”
Xin Zhuo Said: "I want to go to Putuo Mountain. I have something to do. Do you know where it is?"
Hu Zuoqian is now the remaining soul in Wangyue Well. His last wish is naturally about Wangyue Well. It is related to Wangyuejing cannot be careless, this is the foundation for him to settle down and live his life.
"Mount Putuo?" Zanglong thought for a moment and said, "More than 300,000 miles away from here is the Jia Luo Nanhai, which is the territory of the eight Buddhist sects that entered the world. What are you going to do there?"
Xin Zhuo said: "I have been entrusted by others and must go!"
Canglong thought about it for a moment, nodded and said: "That's fine, let's go together. It's not far from Lao Ni's patron sect, so we can drop by. Go and meet Lao Ni."
......
The wind is beautiful and the sun is clear.
High in the sky, two figures flashed past.
"There are still three hundred miles!"
Hidden Dragon changed into an ordinary blue robe, like a wandering warrior, stroking his beard and pointing forward: "Did you see the island in the sea? The biggest one! It is said that at the beginning A demon built an invitation there The Heavenly Palace has been passed down to this day for dozens of generations, but its strength is very average. It has been crowded out by the Buddhist sect, and it is very likely that it has been destroyed!"
The Buddhist sect has been destroyed! This is a sect that has never been ordained and only practices Buddhism.
On the way, Xin Zhuo finally saw clearly that this area is vast and rich in resources. Even though the human race and the alien race coexist, they are still in conflict with each other and kill at every turn, and the most ruthless ones are a group of monks. .
It seems that the whole world is fighting for it.
If it were an ordinary warrior below the quasi-sage, it would be difficult to travel long distances, and someone might accidentally kill him halfway, but with their ancestor-level great saint cultivation, it would be no problem.
At this moment, looking in the direction of Hidden Dragon's finger, sure enough, there is an endless sea ahead. In the vast sea, there is a faint island, which looks very small, but is actually no less than a thousand miles wide.
......
"Boom..."
At this moment, the mountain gate of Yaotian Palace collapsed completely, and the manic energy shattered the surrounding mountains and rivers and the distant mountains. sea surface.
"There is no hope!"
Fairy Zhenyuan sat cross-legged in front of the palace door, scanning the corpses of disciples everywhere, and then looked at a jade house not far away that was carved from a single piece of jade. It was originally there Sitting cross-legged is a beautiful silhouette that has been motionless for thousands of years.
"Master, didn't you say that...the ancestor will return eventually?" One of the thirty disciples left behind him cried and hissed: "Now that the inheritance is about to be destroyed, how long will it take to wait? "When?"
"Old Ancestor... Grand Master..."
Fairy Zhenyuan looked at the sky, "It is said that the realms were not divided back then, and Grand Master followed the Supreme Order and went there. Dongfang Zhenyao has gone and never returned. The master is his youngest disciple. He obeys the master's orders and protects Miss Yaotian. He waits hard and waits all his life but does not see it. Then the master waits and does not see it until he passes away!
It was my master's turn to protect Miss Yaotian, but I watched helplessly as she was kidnapped!
Even if the Grand Master comes back, how can I face him? "
A female disciple smiled bitterly: "Even if we don't mention the ancestor, can there be no one who can help invite the Heaven Palace? What about the master's group of saintly friends? "
Fairy Zhenyuan shook his head: "It is the Jianren Buddhist Sect who wants to occupy my Yaotian Temple. The Buddhist sect is the largest sect in the world. The foreign tribes did not hurt them at all back then. Who would offend them for the Yaotian Temple? "
"Boom..."
The mountain gate ahead was finally completely shattered, and the entire ten-mile mountain and river broke off and fell down the cliff. The cracks snaked to the front of the main hall.
Three figures appeared in the mid-air in front of them, all in the realm of human saints. They were surrounded by dazzling colorful light and heavy pressure. The group of Zhenyuan fairies were suppressed with hunched backs and vomited blood.
(End of this chapter)