Floating Immortal Order - 429. The 410th chapter of the ninth catastrophe dream

It was not until he broke into the Primordial Divine Realm hundreds of years ago that Xu Che truly realized the power of the Supreme Profound spiritual power, and his spiritual power cultivation became more rapid, and finally ranked among the gods more than a hundred years ago. The monarch of the realm, oppressing one side, was truly respected by the Cen family as the elder Keqing, whose surname was almost equal to that of his foreign surname, and completely got rid of the miserable life under the fence of others.

It’s just that… As the time passed, the figure of the boy in the Taoist robe on the picture scroll became lighter and lighter. Although Xu Che could already see his true appearance, there was nothing to stop his breath from slowly dissipating.

“In the past few years, many creatures of the Divine Sea Realm in the East Realm have emerged one after another. Among them, the Supreme Sect Shang Qing Shengzong, who has a deep connection with my Xu family, is the most,” Xu Che muttered to himself Said, “I am so dull, I can use the “Zhanling Xin Jue” to cultivate to this, how can such an enchanting character from my ancestor borrow namelessness?”

However, no matter how many contacts he has used and how many years he has searched for, he has never heard a word about “Xu Disheng” in the Eastern Territory.

The only clue is still broken in the body of the Shangjun Yuan Xuzun, the head of the Shangqing Saint Sect, who is now in the sky nearly two thousand years ago.

Suddenly, a sudden change occurred!

The figure of the young man in Dao-robed robe on the picture scroll quickly faded away at a speed visible to the naked eye, and completely turned into nothingness in an instant!

Only a white scroll was left on it slowly falling on the bricks of the Elder Profound Hall.

“How could it be! Ancestor!” Xu Che was shocked, his arms under his sleeves trembled slightly, staring at the empty scroll above the temple bricks, moving his lips, unable to say a complete word for a long time.

Before using the slightest spiritual power, Xu Che took a few steps forward and picked up the picture scroll in his hand. As his eyes changed, he had not seen such a violent mood swing for a long time.

silence.

The figure of the boy in the Taoist robe depicted on it disappeared completely without a trace of breath.

What does this represent? Xu Che didn’t want to think about it.

Suddenly, he seemed to remember something, and between his sleeves, a phantom of a brilliant colorful flower condensed from its side.

It was a flower seed that my ancestors gave through this scroll more than 1,700 years ago, which caused him to slowly spread within the Eastern Territory. Although I don’t know what the technique is, I also know the flower. There must be a very wonderful relationship between the species and the ancestors.

Between the seven-color brilliance lingering, the phantom of the little flower that was about to condense into substance was slowly closed, and reverted into a colorful flower, all the magnificent brilliance on it faded away, and it was lying quietly. In Xu Che’s palm.

Xu Che stared at the seven-color flower seed that seemed to have completely lost its vitality. After a long while, he suddenly closed his palm and put it away.

“Come here.”

“I have seen the elder Shangling!” A real person from the Divine Pill Realm who stood outside the elder’s profound hall for a while walked in, with a respectful look.

Xu Che calmed his mind and returned to the majestic Shangling elder. He waved his sleeves and said, “Go get ready for a ride, and go out in half a day.”

The real person of the Divine Pill Realm was extremely obedient, and did not ask where he was going, but responded in a low voice: “Yes, Elder Shangling.”

After saying this, he bowed again and quickly withdrew from the elder’s profound hall.

…

More than one thousand and seven hundred years have passed in the human world.

The eighth tribulation dream is still a dead end.

The white jade bells made by the Venerable Realm Spirit Race Spiritual God Lord personally had already collapsed and destroyed, and the rare artifact spirits that existed in it had also disappeared.

The golden true spirit has so far been stripped for more than half, leaving only a faint golden light and a purple thread entangled and condensed. Once the dream of the Ninth Tribulation is extinguished, it will be completely destroyed under the crush of the rules of heaven and earth, even It is the purple qi associated with this silk immortal clan that cannot save its remaining weak true spirit.

Suddenly, a blushing halo appeared, hidden in an unknown place under the envelop of the accompanying aura.

…

Dream of the Ninth Tribulation.

…

As the endless light and shadow changed, Xu Disheng slowly opened his eyes.

“Pears! Delicious and sweet big pears!”

The man in short clothes screamed hard while pushing the wooden cart full of pears slowly past.

“Fortune-telling, fifty years of scheming, 80 years of Liu’s half immortal, ten cents at a time, no money!” The old man holding the tattered cloth flag has a slick voice, sly eyebrows, and sly eyes on the passing crowd. Shuttle in and out.

In the bustling streets, the young man standing still here seems a little out of place.

“Little brother, give it a hand!”

The rough voice suddenly came into his ears, Xu Disheng looked sideways, and a sweaty shirtless man was carrying two heavy bulging bags, and said to himself with a smirk.

After a moment of silence, Xu Disheng stepped back and walked away.

“Thank you!”

Taking a look at the shirtless man who was going away, Xu Disheng turned and walked towards a place where the crowd was scarce.

The sound of gurgling water lingers in the ears, clear and clear, and seems to flow into my heart.

“My memory,” I don’t know how long the hike has been. The young man in the moon white robe stood by the side of the clear stream, staring down at the fuzzy face reflected in it, “most of them have been sealed. , There is only one name left.”

Under a certain influence, the dream of the Ninth Tribulation was completely distorted and changed by a power, and even Xu Disheng’s complete soul was reflected in it.

The water splashed, and a young girl suddenly appeared in the clear stream. Her long snow-white hair had not been stained with half a drop of water. Her black and white eyes looked at Xu Disheng in surprise.

“Is it my dizziness that I can’t see your face clearly… But you, a mortal, are not afraid of me?”

Xu Disheng frowned slightly and said, “Why should I be afraid of you?”

The girl slowly rose from the water, revealing her white neck and exquisite petite figure. A snow-white tulle fluttered gently in the wind, making it even more beautiful as a lotus flower.

It’s just… from below his waist, there is a huge fish tail with dense white scales all over it.

“Because I am a demon, and no ordinary people have come to this stream for decades.”

Xu Disheng fell silent.

He didn’t know what a demon was.

The girl forcibly suppressed Xu Disheng’s desire to swallow Xu Disheng in one bite. After all, due to her weird bloodline, she couldn’t leave this creek at all. Since she swallowed more than ten people at a time decades ago, it has been I haven’t seen a mundane person for a long time.

It is really boring and tight to spend the whole day with the unspeakable beasts in the forest, eating the morning dew, and eating the spirit fruit.

If you eat it directly, you can satisfy your appetite, but you don’t have a lot of fun. It’s better to leave it to talk to yourself for the time being, and eat it after it’s completely boring.