Longevity starts with dual cultivation

Chapter 289 Xia Qingying: Fellow Daoist, please stay

The scene suddenly became tense.

The aura of the cultivators from the Great Xia Dynasty and the Lihuo Palace slowly rose, and they quietly distanced themselves from each other, as if they were ready to fight to determine who was superior if they had a disagreement.

Upon seeing this, the monks from other forces around them all retreated to avoid being implicated. Once the two monks came into a fight, a lot of blood would be shed.

All in all, the Great Xia Divine Dynasty has more cultivators, but the advantage is limited, so it is unlikely that the two sides will determine the winner in the short term.

Ling Changqing didn't care what they did. He quietly came to the base of the Purple Jade Arch Bridge and prepared to cross the bridge alone.

There were many fragments of clothing and magical instruments scattered on the ground. It was obvious that some monks had tried this before, but unfortunately they all failed, so the bodies could not be preserved.

Ling Changqing calmed his mind. A detailed safe route map had already appeared in his sea of ​​consciousness. With Gong Ling's patient advice, he could ensure that he could avoid various vicious forbidden traps along the way in time.

When viewed face to face, the black and white spatial grids on the bridge deck appear chaotic and ever-changing, exuding a frightening sense of destruction.

Ling Changqing was sure that if there was no preparation, even a physical cultivator at the Void Refinement Realm with a top-notch spiritual treasure would not be able to hold out for long under the cutting and strangling of such a high-level spatial restriction.

So, unless you get the right path, don't expect to get away with it safely.

Although Meng Feiyu is the reincarnation of the founder of Hongmeng Temple, his cultivation has not yet recovered. It is still difficult for him to calculate the changing rules of the space restrictions in time and take Ling Changqing through smoothly.

That's why Ling Changqing decided to do it himself. Although the price of a hundred years of lifespan is a bit high, he can't care about it at the moment. Anyway, he can still recover in the future.

"... Counting from the left hand side, the twelfth spatial grid will be stable within fifteen breaths, and you can pass through it!"

Gong Ling's sweet and soft voice sounded in the sea of ​​consciousness.

"Ok."

Ling Changqing did as he was told and stepped into the space grid.

In an instant, the deep purple robe on his body shone with spiritual light, and his defense had reached its peak state. The turbulent fluctuations in space that were so close to him stimulated Ling Changqing so much that his scalp numbed.

"...After nine breaths, take seven steps to the left, then three steps forward, wait twenty breaths, then take one step back..."

There was a hint of solemnity in Gong Ling's voice.

Ling Changqing took a deep breath and followed Gong Ling's instructions, walking step by step towards the other side of the purple jade arch bridge.

……

Here, when the situation was about to get out of control, a large group of monks with powerful auras surged over from afar like a tide.

They were all dressed in the same jade-colored Taoist robes, and there were both men and women, young and old, and it was obvious that they were from the same force.

"Hmm? Is he from the Yu family of Qingming Continent?"

Xia Qingying was slightly startled and turned her head to look.

The new team was led by a child who looked only seven or eight years old, but his eyes revealed a vicissitudes of life that did not match his age. He held a lotus whisk in his hand, and his cultivation had reached the late stage of the Void Refining Realm.

As for the cultivators behind him, their strength ranges from the Nascent Soul stage to the Spiritual Transformation stage, and they are indeed an extremely powerful team.

"It turns out that it is Patriarch Yu Zhonglin himself who is here. Long time no see? Is your ancestor in good health?"

Xia Qingying's expression softened a bit and she greeted him gently.

The Yu family of Qingming Continent also occupies a large state and is slightly stronger than the Great Xia Dynasty. The two forces used to have some friendship.

When the head of the Yu Zhonglin family saw that it was this person, he straightened his expression, nodded slightly and said:

"The ancestor went into seclusion a hundred years ago and has not seen outsiders for a long time. Your Majesty, are you... also coming to this ancient holy land to encounter immortal fate?"

"I have nothing to do, so I just went out for a walk!"

Xia Qingying smiled and glanced at the ancestor of the Fire God Palace with her beautiful eyes.

But before the old man could say anything, another large group of cultivators rushed over, their number was slightly larger than that of the Yu family's team.

The young monk who led the team was dressed in a snow-white robe, with a handsome face, looking like a suave and elegant young man. The aura he exuded was no less than that of Yu Zhonglin.

There was a slight commotion among the cultivators watching from the surroundings. The team that had just arrived was from the Red Shadow Demon Sect of the Qingming Continent.

The Scarlet Shadow Demon Sect is notorious on the mainland. It has been passed down peacefully for tens of thousands of years. Its power and influence are growing, causing many orthodox Taoist sects to be angry but not dare to speak out.

"Junior Brother Yin, how are you?"

The ancestor of the Fire God Palace had a hint of smile in his eyes and greeted him in a warm tone.

This young man in white is the second-in-command of the Red Shadow Demon Sect, the Heart-Eating Demon Lord Yin Xuechen, a notorious demon giant on the continent.

Yin Xuechen gently closed the black jade folding fan in his hand and said with a smile:

"So it's Brother Qin. It's fate that we meet here. How about we go have a few drinks together later?"

The old headmaster of the Lihuo Palace was named Qin Tiangeng. He and Yin Xuechen were not only familiar with each other, but also had a very good relationship, so they called each other brothers.

Xia Qingying frowned. The situation was becoming increasingly complicated, and it would not be wise to act rashly.

However, these cultivators from Mingzun Mountain are well versed in the ancient formations and restrictions. If they accompany us, the safety of our team will be significantly increased.

Qin Tiangeng laughed and said meaningfully: "Since Your Majesty feels that it is not easy to deal with, why not...each of us divide it into several?"

What this means is that the sixty monks of Mingzun Mountain can each send some people to their teams, so that no one will suffer.

Xia Qingying thought for a moment, and finally nodded: "It's settled."

"..."

The faces of all the cultivators in Mingzun Mountain suddenly looked a little ugly. From beginning to end, no one had asked for their opinions.

In other words, if you are not strong, you will have no say at all and can only become a pawn in the hands of powerful forces.

"Palace Master Qin, and Her Majesty, your actions are too bullying, aren't they?"

The old man in a black robe, white beard and eyebrows from Mingzun Mountain said in a cold voice.

Qin Tiangeng smiled warmly: "Fellow Daoist Su, you are worrying too much. We are doing this to ensure your safety. As long as you find anything in the ruins of the Hongmeng Holy Temple, Qin will never be stingy with rewards!"

The woman from Xuannv Palace said softly, "Fellow Daoist Su, as long as you Mingzun Mountain are willing to help, I will remember this favor!"

The supreme elder of Mingzun Mountain is named Su Mingcan. Although his cultivation level is at the Lianxu realm, he does not like fighting very much. Instead, he has an extraordinary talent in the field of formations, and therefore is one of the most famous figures in Qingming Continent.

This time he went out with a group of close disciples, intending to explore the holy ruins of the ancient times and bring back some benefits.

Little did he know that by chance he was blocked by these powerful people, and now it is difficult to escape.

"That's it, that's all!"

Su Mingcan's face was uncertain for a while, and after a long while he sighed heavily:
"I only have this few people, fellow Taoists, please do as you please! Anyway... you must ensure their safety, no one can be left behind!"

"Fellow Daoist Su is indeed generous. Let's just leave it at that!"

Yin Xuechen said with satisfaction.

Therefore, several qualified leaders of major forces discussed for a while and decided on the distribution plan.

Su Mingcan and his three disciples followed the Great Xia Dynasty's team. His two direct disciples returned to the Fire God Palace, and the other two disciples and four disciples returned to the Red Shadow Demon Sect. The Xuannv Palace also received four female disciples from Mingzun Mountain...

In short, the major forces present were quite satisfied. The only ones who were dissatisfied were the cultivators from Mingzun Mountain.

But before anyone could take the next step, a sharp-eyed monk suddenly shouted:

"Eh? Who is that guy? How could he..." Xia Qingying was stunned for a moment, then turned her head to look at the Purple Jade Arch Bridge. She saw a handsome young man in gorgeous purple clothes appear on the bridge, walking towards the other side step by step.

Under the distorted influence of the space restriction force, Ling Changqing's figure appeared and disappeared, but all the cultivators present had seen it.

At this time, he had already walked more than ten feet on the bridge and seemed to be fine, not falling into the terrible space restriction trap.

"...Who is this person? He seems to be a cultivator from Qingyao Continent as well. Why does he look familiar?"

Xia Qingying frowned slightly and looked at Ling Changqing's gradually receding back with a puzzled look.

"Who are you, Taoist friend? Please tell me your name!"

Qin Tiangeng shouted in a deep voice, his figure turned into a stream of light, and suddenly appeared at the edge of the bridge.

As he thought slightly, a huge hand about ten feet in diameter condensed, carrying with it a tremendous momentum, and suddenly grabbed towards Ling Changqing.

The old ancestor has already seen that Ling Changqing is extraordinary. The other party is only at the level of Yuanying Zhenjun, but he can move freely in this terrible space restriction trap. He must be hiding an extraordinary secret.

If this young man can be controlled in the hands, he may be able to successfully crack the secret of the Hongmeng Temple and get the opportunity of this ancient holy land without having to rely on the cultivators of Mingzun Mountain.

However, the giant hand formed by magic power only flew a few feet away before it dimmed rapidly under the stranglehold of the great power of space and finally collapsed with a loud bang.

Qin Tiangeng's face suddenly darkened. He had just used up 50% of his magic power, but still could not do anything about the space restriction in front of him. It seemed that it was impossible to break in by force.

"Fellow Taoist, please stay!"

Xia Qingying also came over at this time, standing on the edge of the bridge and called out:
"The holy land is extremely dangerous. Since you are also a cultivator from Qingyao Continent, why don't you come back and travel with me?

As long as you can get me through here safely, you can choose any high-ranking official or noble position in the Divine Dynasty!"

"Ha ha……"

Ling Changqing turned his head and glanced at the empress. He was not interested in being an official in the Divine Dynasty. The only person who was interested in her was herself.

In the instant their eyes met, Xia Qingying suddenly felt blessed and was certain in her heart that she had seen this person before.

However, she couldn't remember who the other person was for a while.

“…Just let him pass like this?”

Yin Xuechen, Su Mingcan, Yu Zhonglin and other big guys also came over, looking at Ling Changqing's figure with gloomy faces as it appeared and disappeared, and went away step by step.

It is not a pleasant feeling to be overtaken by someone else, especially in this holy relic from the ancient times. The opportunities hidden in it must be extraordinary.

Are we... just going to watch it fall into the hands of others?

"What else can I do?"

Xia Qingying said unhappily.

It wasn't just her. None of the monks present were willing to accept this. However, the course of events was not determined by their will.

"It seems that we can only rely on our own abilities to get through!"

Yin Xuechen said helplessly.

No matter what, we have finally come here, there is no reason to return empty-handed, we must find a way to cross this bridge.

"Friend Su,"

Xia Qingying turned around and took out a bright jade slip, handed it to Su Mingcan, and said to him with divine thoughts:

"As long as you can help me break the spatial restriction of this bridge, you can choose any resource in the list. In addition, you can get half of all the opportunities found in the ruins!"

In the current situation, it is inevitable that some blood will be shed.

As the empress of the Great Xia Divine Dynasty, Xia Qingying naturally had courage and she immediately placed a heavy bet on Ming Zunshan.

Su Mingcan's face was tangled. He weighed the pros and cons for a few breaths before nodding: "Okay, Your Majesty, just keep your promise."

On the Purple Jade Arch Bridge.

"...Take two steps forward, turn left and move sideways thirteen steps. Be careful of illusions that attack your soul!"

"...Okay, Master, please stop and rest for a while. We need to wait for 150 breaths for the spatial turbulence ahead to calm down!"

"... Step back three steps. The aftermath of the space storm is coming. Be careful not to get blown away!"

Following Gong Ling's instructions, Ling Changqing walked carefully step by step. His speed was not fast, but it was steady.

"…I feel like my luck is being consumed a little too quickly. Should I be able to hold on until I reach the other side of the bridge?"

Ling Changqing said that except for the time when he was collecting resources at the bottom of the deep sea, his luck and fortune would not be damaged, especially after he was promoted to the Nascent Soul True Lord.

The current scene is even more dangerous than being in a deep ocean trench.

"Master, don't worry. The damage is only 30% to 40% at most. It will recover after a period of rest."

Gong Ling responded softly.

"That is not bad."

Ling Changqing breathed a sigh of relief. The dangerous tests in the ruins of this holy land must be more than just this one. God knows if there are more dangerous places ahead?
"By the way, the restrictions on this bridge are so terrible, has anyone ever been able to pass through safely before?"

"Of course there are. Not to mention the past, even among the cultivators behind you, Master, there are people who can break this space restriction trap. It just takes a little longer and the price is a little more exaggerated!"

"So that's what it is..."

Ling Changqing seemed to be thinking about something.

I think as long as there is a fifth or sixth level formation master to help, there will be a chance to pass through this bridge, but it is hard to say what the cost will be.

Of course, he doesn't need to worry about this matter anymore. This time, as long as he can successfully reach the core area of ​​the holy land and let Meng Feiyu get back the talisman and token from before reincarnation, the overall situation will be settled.

The faint screams of monks were heard behind him. They should be scapegoats thrown out by those powerful forces to explore the way?

Ling Changqing was indeed right in his guess. Since Su Mingcan was not 100% sure of success and still had resentment in his heart, he told several big men that he needed a group of cultivators to act as pawns to explore the way forward.

Xia Qingying, Yin Xuechen, Qin Tiangeng and other big guys didn't say anything and immediately used their spiritual thoughts to order their monks to attack suddenly.

After a while, almost all the lone cultivators and small groups around were captured and imprisoned by their people.

Only a few monks who were powerful and able to see the bad situation managed to escape.

It is conceivable that if they escape from Qinghao Continent alive and the news spreads, these major forces will have an additional group of enemies.

Of course, Yin Xuechen and the others wouldn't care. This was the cold and cruel world of cultivating immortals. It was not uncommon to see things that were bloodier and more cruel than this.

If you don’t sit at the table, you’ll be on the menu.

Ling Changqing no longer paid attention to what was happening behind him and continued on his way with peace of mind.

More than an hour later, when his luck and fortune had been consumed by more than 30%, Ling Changqing's boots finally stepped on the jade tiles on the other side.

The exquisite and ingeniously crafted gilded portal stood thirty feet away, and it seemed that there was no obstacle in between.

Ling Changqing thought about it, then sat down and rested for half an hour, relaxing his tired mind and recovering his magic power.

Only when his energy and spirit returned to their peak state did he stand up and walk towards the gilded gate without looking back.

Later, the monks on the bridge had barely walked more than twenty feet, and they had to risk their lives to explore the way after taking only a few steps. Vicious curses and shouts could be heard everywhere.

(End of this chapter)