Fusang Sword Heart Diagram

Chapter 119 The Dragon Girl Buried Beneath the Dust and Sand

Qianyuan shouldn't have woken up at this time. Sensing a peculiar aura, it suddenly opened its golden vertical pupils.

"What kind of aura?" Why didn't she sense the special aura that Qian Yuan mentioned? Or was it that only the demon race could detect this aura?
Qianyuan's voice was deep, but Ning Fusang keenly sensed that there was some excitement in its tone.

"It's dragon energy."

A very faint wisp of dragon energy, yet it was undeniably present.

If it can absorb this dragon energy, restoring its level to the half-step knowledge realm will not be a problem.

Ning Fusang's mind was a bit of a mess, so she tried to sort out her thoughts. Dragon energy was beneficial to Qian Yuan, so it would be best to obtain it if possible.

But she has already revealed the secret of her spirit body, so is she also going to reveal the secret of the dragon she keeps by her side?
She could trust the young monk, but what about the others? Knowing Kong Sheng as she did, if she wanted to silence them, she would have to kill him first.

The problem is, she can't kill Kong Sheng.

Two people at the ninth level of the cultivation realm combined cannot kill a person at the knowledge realm.

By the time she finished her magical duel with the little monk, everyone else had already run far away.

At this moment, Qian Yuan dropped another bombshell on Ning Fusang: "The monks of Kongyun Temple have known of my existence for a long time."

Ning Fusang: "..."

She asked sternly, "How early?"

"During the spatial turbulence." The power of the spatial turbulence was too domineering, almost capable of crushing a person's body. The little monk's golden pagoda body was shattered once in order to protect her.

Finally, Qianyuan carried the two unconscious people out of the turbulent current and landed on Yanzhi Mountain.

It belongs to the category of dragons, and only with its strong physical body can it barely withstand the torrent of spatial power.

Qian Yuan was certain that the little monk had seen it before he fainted.

Ning Fusang: "..."

Very good, of the three secrets, the little monk saw two.

She touched her waist and found a storage bag still there. On a whim, she took out the Moonlight Pot from inside.

"This magical artifact can absorb the ethereal moonlight, so it should also be able to absorb dragon energy. You should hold back for now and leave the dragon energy matter to me."

Ning Fusang swallowed a Spirit Recovery Pill, but the higher the cultivation level, the less spiritual power the pill restored; it was barely enough.

Amidst the swirling dust, she finally saw the source of the dragon's aura!

Beneath the misty, cinnabar-covered sands lies a snow-white dragon skeleton! An aura of unshakeable majesty emanates from it.

Those with lower cultivation levels even broke out in a cold sweat when facing this dragon skeleton.

How big is this dragon's carcass?
In short, it was twice the size of the abyss when Ning Fusang first saw it. One can imagine how majestic and magnificent it must have been in its lifetime.

A wisp of pale yellow energy lingered among the dragon bones; this was the so-called "dragon energy."

Upon seeing the remains of a real dragon, Kong Sheng's usually calm eyes finally showed a hint of emotion. No one had expected that a dragon's remains were buried beneath Yanzhi Mountain.

Perhaps Qing Chen is an exception among the female cultivators of the Miaoyin Sect.

She came for this dragon skeleton, or more precisely, for the remnant soul attached to the dragon's remains.

Liu Nan'an was drenched in sweat. He knew he might be dying.

Because he stumbled upon such a huge secret.

Qingchen had no intention of recruiting him into the Miaoyin Sect.

She was playing a trick on herself from beginning to end! No, she not only played a trick on herself, but also on Tu Zhen and the others.

She was just waiting for the full moon, using them to pass the time!

Liu Nan'an thought that if he could leave the Yanzhishan Desert alive, he would definitely change this unlucky name!
Dragon energy rose up, like a thin thread, and was drawn into the Moonlight Pot. "Huh?" Liu Nan'an looked at the girl plucking the tiger's mane. Had she lived long enough? Coveting dragon energy right in front of Qing Chen.

Qingchen noticed the girl's actions, but for some reason, she didn't stop her immediately. She played the flute, and Liu Nan'an's expression suddenly changed.

He felt as if his soul was being pulled out of his body!

On the dragon bone remains, there seemed to be a thin veil, fluttering and swaying, which was peeled away and gradually formed a girl dressed in a seven-colored cloud robe.

The girl's body was ethereal, her eyes empty and devoid of anything. The moment she appeared, she brought unparalleled pressure to everyone.

“She is this true dragon.” Kong Sheng’s eyes narrowed slightly as he recognized the girl’s identity.

At the same time, Qian Yuan's voice also rang out in Ning Fusang's sea of ​​consciousness. It sighed and said, "Although I have heard that the dragon soul is eternally indestructible, I never thought it would be this powerful."

"Fusang, stop. We don't need the remaining dragon energy."

Ning Fusang nodded and put the less than half-full pot of dragon energy into the pear blossom jade.

Bewitched by Xiao Yin, the dragon-spirited girl walked step by step toward Qing Chen, and with a smirk, she ordered: "Kill everyone who has seen you."

The girl in the colorful robe tilted her head, understood Qing Chen's words, and then turned to look at the desert.

The group consisted of Tu Zhen and his five companions, a group of three men holding a sparrow feather fan, Kong Sheng and Ning Fusang, and Liu Nan'an.

Eleven people in total, all of them are going to die here.

The girl walked towards the crowd. Liu Nan'an wanted to escape, but neither Qing Chen nor the girl who was transformed from a dragon soul were easy to deal with. Under the dragon's pressure, he couldn't move at all!

Ning Fusang tilted his head and asked, "Little monk, if we join forces, what are our chances of killing her?"

If all else fails, add the Abyss.

The cultivator holding the peacock feather fan twitched his eyelids. He looked at the young girl, wondering how she could speak so calmly.

Kong Sheng said, "This humble monk will not break the precept against killing."

Ning Fusang chuckled, having grasped the little monk's temperament, and asked, "Then, if we join forces, what are the chances that we can help her pass on to the afterlife?"

Kong Sheng did the calculations carefully and said, "Benefactor Ning needs to stop that female benefactor from the Miaoyin Sect and perform the ritual to deliver the dragon soul. This will probably take me half a month."

The two discussed how to deal with the Dragon Soul Girl as if no one else was around, leaving Tu Zhen and his henchmen dumbfounded.

However, they could only place their hopes on the little monk and the girl in apricot-colored clothes who had appeared out of nowhere.

Ning Fusang drew his sword, and before making a move, asked, "Does it have a forgetting spell?"

Kong Sheng gestured for her to open her hand, and then drew an extremely complex talisman on her palm. He then withdrew his hand and calmly said, "This talisman will take at least three years to break."

Ning Fusang said, "Three years is enough."

She looked at the others inside the golden light barrier and said indifferently, "If you don't want to die, hand over all the Rejuvenation Pills you have."

The Rejuvenation Pill was rather expensive, and after much effort, the group could only scrape together four pills, which Ning Fusang shoved into the little monk's hand.

"This is their reward for staying alive."

The young monks wanted to save them, and they couldn't just give nothing in return.

Ning Fusang knew that Buddhism teaches one to "dwell nowhere, yet give rise to the mind." The young monk saved people without seeking anything in return, but without spiritual power, how could he save them?
She wasn't a Buddhist and didn't talk about such things. Ning Fusang never believed in karma, reincarnation, or the retribution for good and evil.

What need is there for reincarnation if there is neither birth nor death?

She wants to be like the sun and moon, eternally unchanging regardless of the vicissitudes of life.

Ning Fusang drew his sword and stepped into the battle. His aura had already reached the peak of the ninth realm. His sword, Su'a, gleamed with a cold, clear light.

Liu Nan'an stared wide-eyed.

(End of this chapter)