Fusang Sword Heart Diagram

Amidst the cold wind and mist, the shadow of a dragon appeared and disappeared.

Ning Fusang held a green silk fan and gently shook it, causing the water column to change direction and rush eastward.

"Damn! This water jet has eyes! It hit me right in the face."

In the distance, a peacock demon, soaking wet, was being held back from falling into the sea by his companions who were holding onto his waistband.

"The sea is not calm, and these water jets are blowing randomly. Be careful to avoid them. Hurry up and go to the ferry to see what's going on, so we can go back and report to the young master as soon as possible."

“Lan Zhen and Lan Suo are both highly skilled, yet they still need to send signals. I suspect that a sea monster has attacked our ferry.”

Just then, another firework rose into the distance.

"Why are you rushing us like this? Things aren't looking good." The demon stroked his chin, signaling the three demons to speed up.

Ning Fusang and Bai Ni could barely hear the sound of the fireworks exploding; all they could hear was the whistling wind and the splashing water.

But Ning Fusang still saw that touch of magnificent blue.

"That direction, isn't it the direction of the demon race's ferry?" Bai Ni looked back and muttered, "The fireworks are a sign that the demons on the ferry have gone back."

Ning Fusang seemed to be deep in thought, "It's possible that the people from the Hundred Flowers Sect collided with that demon race ferry."

Bai Ni was overjoyed: "There's such a good thing?"

"I just guessed."

The sound was drowned out by the cold wind. Ning Fusang flipped her wrist, and her small green fan generated a huge gust of wind, changing the direction of the incoming water column.

Thanks to the power of the fan, the two of them had a relatively smooth journey and did not encounter any danger.

"The north wind is expected to blow for a while longer. The sky is so dark that it's hard to distinguish between day and night. I don't know how much time has passed."

Bai Ni said it casually, but Ning Fusang made a mental calculation.

Since she set sail, she has been using stargazing to record her position, so she is very sensitive to the rising and setting of stars. From the time the north wind started blowing until now, not even a night has passed.

Suddenly, she paused and looked in the same direction as Qian Yuan.

"Yaoling, what's wrong?"

Seeing that she had stopped, still on the edge of the most powerful area of ​​the north wind, Bai Ni couldn't help but ask.

Ning Fusang opened his hand, and the small dragon bone sword in his palm vibrated with a buzzing sound. The tip of the sword turned, stubbornly pointing in one direction like a compass.

There seems to be something over there.

With a "whoosh," the Dragon Bone Sword pierced through the water column and flew into the mist.

"Qianyuan, follow me," she ordered, and chased after the Dragon Bone Sword.

He didn't explain anything to Bai Ni from beginning to end. Bai Ni gritted her teeth, flicked her sleeves, and muttered, "As an ally, he didn't even consult with me. He's too arbitrary!"

Despite complaining, Bai Ni still avoided the gloomy wind and followed.

In the misty, miasma-filled air, one's spiritual sense has limited effectiveness and cannot detect any dangers ahead.

Qian Yuan's two thick, long dragon whiskers fluttered like divine ribbons. His chin bobbed as he said uncertainly, "Fusang, there's a very special aura ahead that's attracting me."

"Both the Dragon Bone Sword and I are captivated and obsessed with that aura..."

Thoughts raced through Ning Fusang's mind as she recalled the many miscellaneous books she had read. Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck her, and she blurted out, "The Dragon Transformation Pool?"

The Dragon Bone Sword was formed from the remains of a true dragon, while the Abyss belongs to the category of dragons. The only connection between the two is the Dragon Transformation Pool.

Ordinary swords are nurtured with a sword-nurturing spring, but for the Dragon Bone Sword, the water in the Dragon Transformation Pool is the best spring for nurturing the sword!

No wonder the Dragon Bone Sword was vibrating abnormally; it sensed the aura of the Dragon Transformation Pool water.

Ning Fusang lightly touched the ground with her toes, stepping onto a flying sword and riding forward, saying, "If it really is the Dragon Transformation Pool, don't miss such a good opportunity."

Qianyuan nodded, increased his speed, and disappeared into the clouds.

Bai Ni barely caught up, "How do you fly on a sword? Where's Qian Yuan? And that sword made of dragon bone, have you found it?"

Bai Ni asked three questions in a row, seemingly even more concerned about the whereabouts of the Dragon Bone Sword than Ning Fusang. Just as Ning Fusang was about to answer, a mournful dragon's cry echoed from afar.

Bai Ni looked at her, her face showing no emotion whatsoever. Ning Fusang said calmly, "It's the voice of another dragon."

"Oh." Bai Ni looked relaxed, but after a moment, she frowned. "How come I've never heard of dragons existing in the desolate sea before?"

As aquatic creatures, the abilities of dragons and similar species are beyond question. All aquatic creatures in the world deliberately avoid the lair of dragons, so they generally know whether a body of water contains dragons.

far away.

Kong Yeqing and his men stood outside the Dragon Transformation Pool.

Suddenly, a sword flew out from the thick fog and entered the stone archway. The demons were startled and looked around warily.

"Who? Come out!"

With a sharp shout, Gray Feather followed closely behind. Above him, a dark shadow appeared, soaring through the clouds and entering the Dragon Transformation Pool, creating huge splashes of water.

"Young master, this is..."

A dragon suddenly appeared in the desolate sea and entered the Dragon Transformation Pool?

But this Dragon Transformation Pool was something they painstakingly found and offered so many sacrifices to; how could they let this wild dragon get away with it?
Kong Yeqing smiled and said, "This dragon has the guts to enter the Dragon Transformation Pool on its own initiative, much more so than Qing Ao. Let it be. Maybe it really will transform into a dragon?"

What Kong Yeqing wanted was the protective scales of the true dragon and the dragon pearl; as for which dragon transformed into a dragon in the end, it was irrelevant.

"But... young master, a sword also entered the Dragon Transformation Pool with it."

Kong Yeqing waved his hand and said, "Send a few demons to search the vicinity. If they encounter any living beings, kill them without mercy."

"Yes, son."

Gray Feather accepted the order and summoned several demons. "Four demons per team, search the four directions: east, south, west, and north. Do not let any suspicious person slip by."

In the Dragon Transformation Pool, the golden sword sank to the bottom of the pool, absorbing dragon energy.

The two dragons exchanged a glance and immediately began to fight. Golden sparks flew everywhere, and the dragons' roars shook the heavens.

Although Qing Ao was covered in wounds, after being cleansed in the Dragon Transformation Pool, he already had a few wisps of dragon energy in his body, making him no less powerful than Qian Yuan.

It spread its five claws and grabbed at the dragon that had trespassed into the Dragon Transformation Pool. The black dragon scales made a crisp sound.

Huiyu recognized the dragon that had entered the Dragon Transformation Pool that night; its voice was powerful and domineering. He put his hands behind his back and looked at Kong Yeqing, "Young Master, which of these two dragons will win?"

What he really wanted to ask was who Kong Yeqing hoped would win.

Regardless, Qing Ao was captured by them, but the dragon that came later had an unclear origin and was somewhat suspicious.

Gray Feather still favors Green Ao more.

Kong Yeqing said calmly, "They're all the same."

He watched the two dragons fight, his eyes dark and unfathomable, lost in thought.

This dragon is not a wild one.

It came with a sword, so it must belong to someone.

Three hundred miles away, several small demons suddenly appeared.

Bai Ni brandished her Frost Spear, piercing the abdomen of the last demon, and frowned, saying, "Where did these demons come from on the desolate sea? That's strange."

Ning Fusang's tone was ambiguous, "Do you remember the demon race ferry we encountered before?"

Bai Ni was taken aback and looked at the demon that had fallen into the sea. "You mean, this is the demon from that ferry?"

That ferry was empty, because the demon on board was here.

Bai Ni remained silent.

She and Yaoling are likely to run into a demon on a ferry; they'd be better off facing the people of the Hundred Flowers Sect.

(End of this chapter)