I have a relic of heaven

Chapter 186: Poor Taoist
The melodious sound is faint and vast, lingering from the ancient island, never ending.

"Is there anyone on the island?"

Both Zhou Mu and Porcelain Doll looked solemn, especially the former, who was shocked. There were Old Pig and Red Boy in Tianhe, one had lost his mind, and the other had lost his soul.
There are actually living beings in this island in the sea of clouds that hosts the Biyou Palace? ?

The destruction of Heaven was not thorough enough.

"Fellow Daoist Nezha, you should be familiar with the Green Travel Palace. Can you tell who is singing?"

The porcelain doll shook her head:
"I'm not really familiar with you. We even had some hatred during the first calamity, but I was at fault at that time. Although it was resolved later, we rarely interacted with each other. I couldn't tell who was singing loudly."

Was Nezha at fault first?

Zhou Mu was curious and asked:
"How can we start talking about the fact that Daoyou was at fault first?"

The porcelain doll scratched its head and said embarrassedly:

"At that time, I was still young and didn't know much. I bent my bow and shot a boy who was a disciple of my uncle, the Lingbao master. It was the first calamity at that time, and the calamity energy confused my mind and didn't know how to admit my mistake. Instead, I killed the Jiejiao lady who had lost her boy along with my master."

Zhou Mu's eyelids twitched and he realized what it was—Shi Ji.

One of his disciples was accidentally killed by Nezha's arrow, a boy was crushed to death by the Qiankun Circle, and he himself was turned into ashes by Taiyi Tianzun.
It's so miserable.

The two of them approached the Cloud Sea Island carefully. At this time, they were still 100,000 miles away from the island, but they could no longer see the entire island. They could only see the tip of the iceberg.
This made Zhou Mu a little frightened - the size of this island was probably larger than a star, with a length and width of at least millions of miles!

The closer we got, the clearer the faint singing on the island became.
When the two of them arrived at the island, they still could not figure out where the song came from.
To be precise, in the perception of Zhou Mu and the porcelain doll, the sound of the singing was more like it was coming from every inch of land on the entire vast island at the same time!

The sound of singing is everywhere on the island.

"In the ancient times, I have also been to this Jin'ao Island, and there was no such singing voice." Nezha frowned. He was just a dead object now, without any magic power or spiritual thoughts. There was no way he could explore it.

Zhou Mu nodded slightly and looked around. The island was lush and green with magical herbs and trees. He couldn't help but wanted to pull them, but was stopped by the porcelain doll in a hurry.

"Brother Daoist, you can't do that. There is a calamity formation on Jin'ao Island. If you destroy flowers, plants and sacred trees without permission, you will be struck by calamity thunder. It was not a big deal in the past, but now that there is no one manning this calamity formation, the calamity thunder will show no mercy."

Zhou Mu withdrew his hand in dismay, staring at the fairy flowers and magical herbs that were emitting fairy light, and he felt jealous.

All the celestial medicines and immortal flowers in the Heavenly Palace's treasury were destroyed, but those on Jin'ao Island were intact.
Even though no one has picked them for tens of thousands of years, they are still extremely lush.

Unfortunately, you can only look but not pick.

The two continued to move forward, the voices of the fairies' singing still lingering in their ears. After walking for about hundreds of thousands of miles, the fairy flowers and spiritual trees suddenly became sparse, and a magnificent Taoist palace appeared before them.

"Biyou Palace"

Zhou Mu stared at the plaque on the Biyou Palace and couldn't help swallowing his saliva. He already had a Tushita plaque, and the Yuxu Palace was also in the belly of Zhongshan.

If you take away this green plaque
The two of them took a step forward, but their scalps suddenly tingled, a sense of crisis flashed through their hearts, and they heard the sudden cold and sharp sound of the song that was everywhere on the island!
The song had no words, just a simple humming, but Zhou Mu actually heard the clanging sounds of weapons from the humming!

"Who!" Nezha hissed, "Which Taoist friend from the Biyou Palace is this?"

The faint singing gradually stopped, and Zhou Mu seemed to realize something. He looked around, but the outside of the island was no longer visible. The entire island was shrouded in the vast sea and sky!

Millions of layers of clouds rolled overhead, vaguely forming the shape of a huge face, and then there was a loud sound like a celestial bell being struck!
The loud sound came from top to bottom and from bottom to top, as if it was coming from the face of a million miles of clouds and mist, and even more like it was coming from every inch of land on Jin'ao Island!

"You are."

"Li Nezha?"

The faint female voice chilled people to the bone, like a faint fire falling from the sky!

………………

Hidden city in the mountains.

It is still that small courtyard.

Yang Niannian leaned against the window railing as usual, looking at the tranquil lake outside the window, stroking the wooden cane in her hand.

The lake was a turquoise blue with a few autumn leaves floating on it, and there was a chilly chill, but not a single fish in it.

At one side, Wang Tietou, who was sitting on the stone slab in the courtyard, had a dejected look on his face. He kept rubbing his hands together, looking extremely anxious. He said softly:
"In one month, my disciples will be sent to 'subjugate the demon tribe'. Well, it sounds nice to say it's a subjugation, but to put it bluntly, it's clearly to let them die."

He closed his eyes and clenched his fists. After a long while, he asked weakly:
"Temple Goddess, do you have any solution?"

This was the umpteenth time Wang Tietou asked this question.

Yang Niannian stared at the wooden stick in her hand. She could feel that the connection between her and Brother Xiaomu that was originally created by this wooden stick had completely disappeared a moment ago.

But the problem is
Even though the connection was gone, he seemed to still be able to use his magical powers with the help of the wooden staff.

It is like escaping into the ground, or like withering and flourishing.

it's wired.

Exhaling lightly, Yang Niannian turned her head and said:
"I don't know what to do. I really don't understand how to build a land temple and create land gods. It's not that I don't want to save them."

Her expression became visibly depressed. In the past seven years, Yang Niannian had visited the Tietou Immortal Sect quite often, and her relationships with the disciples on the mountain were generally quite good.

After a pause, Yang Niannian wanted to say something, but seemed to realize something. She suddenly looked sideways and saw the courtyard door being pushed open.

Outside the door, the soldiers stood straight. The old woman walked in leisurely. Wang Tietou's eyes were wide open, staring at the old woman, forcibly suppressing the urge to fight.

The old woman smiled:

"Master Wang, Lady of the Temple, happy event, great happy event."

"Old man, now that things have come to this, why bother pretending anymore?" Wang Tietou said coldly, with the vitality of heaven and earth surging violently behind him.

The old woman didn't care and said with a smile:
"An important person has come in person to invite you two to meet him. How can this not be a happy event? If you two can please that important person, then maybe the disciples of the Tietou Sect won't have to serve as 'vanguards' anymore!"

As she spoke, she clapped her hands, and the soldiers walked into the courtyard and made a gesture of invitation. Wang Tietou and Yang Niannian looked at each other, and finally followed.

After walking for a while, the group arrived at the tallest building in this hidden city, which was solemn and magnificent.

Entering a small house, one can see the Lord of the Hidden City smiling, while a middle-aged man with a proud look is sitting on the main seat.

"Master Xu, Master City Lord, Master Yang and the temple goddess are here." The old woman bowed and quietly stepped aside.
The middle-aged man called Mr. Xu turned his head and looked at the two of them with interest.

Yang Niannian was fine as she had no cultivation herself, but Wang Tietou was an immortal. At the moment he was being targeted by the man surnamed Xu, his fur stood on end unconsciously and he felt extremely terrified in his heart!
"interesting."

Lord Xu said peacefully:
"The temple priest of the real god in the decadent era is actually a mortal with no cultivation? Hmm, but now I believe in the land god."

His eyes fell on the wooden stick in Yang Niannian's hand, and he was amazed:
"I haven't seen the Land God Staff for many years. What's your name, Lady of the Temple?"

Yang Niannian's heart tightened, and she did not answer, but just stared coldly at the Mr. Xu.

The old woman's expression turned stern, and she was about to explode, but the master surnamed Xu waved his hand:
"The little girl has a strong temper, which is good, very good."

He sat up straight, and a compass appeared in his hand. The needle on the compass pointed at Yang Niannian.

"its not right"

Mr. Xu muttered to himself, his eyes moving back and forth between Yang Niannian and the compass, a trace of doubt appeared on his face.
On the side, the Lord of Hidden City asked with a smile:
"Master Xu, is there something wrong with this woman?"

Mr. Xu did not answer, but stared at Yang Niannian, puzzled:
"He is indeed a mortal."

"Why does the compass point to you?"

Yang Niannian was a little confused. She had no idea what this unknown adult was saying.
Wang Tietou's face was full of vigilance, and he was ready to fight for his life - although he knew that he was just an ant trying to shake a tree.

Mr. Xu stroked the compass, stared at Yang Niannian, and said with a smile:
"My unknown temple goddess, I don't care why a land god was born in this decadent world, nor do I care how you did it."

"What I'm curious about is why my dragon-hunting compass points to you?"

He narrowed his eyes:

"You are indeed a mortal, could it be that the temple goddess has the blood of a true dragon?" Yang Niannian's pupils shrank slightly, and she couldn't help but take two steps back. The old woman next to her widened her eyes.

Upon seeing this, Mr. Xu laughed out loud:

"Good, good, good!"

"Is there really a true dragon bloodline?"

He looked down at the compass, and the needle was shaking rapidly towards the girl - this meant that the true dragon bloodline of the person in front of him was extremely strong!

Lord Xu was puzzled, but he was too lazy to find out the truth - as long as it was the blood of a true dragon, that was enough.

He stood up leisurely, put away the compass, stared at Yang Niannian, and asked again:

"Don't you know the girl's name?"

Seeing that Yang Niannian didn't answer, he didn't get angry and said with a smile:
"Well, I asked your name first, so I should talk about myself first. It's me who is being rude."

After a pause, he bowed slightly and spoke slowly:
"My name is Xu Xian, and my master is Qi Bo."

"I want to draw some blood from you, young lady. Do you agree?"

Yang Niannian didn't say anything, but unconsciously took two steps back again. Her heart tightened violently, and then she grasped the wooden stick in her hand fiercely!
'Om! '

She used her magical power to suddenly disappear into the mud and escape quickly.
Xu Xian smiled:

"As expected, those who are not of my race must have different hearts. I am so polite to discuss this with you, why do you just run away?"

"Sad, sad, it hurts me so much!"

He stretched out his hand, and the next moment, a huge palm emerged from the clouds thousands of miles away and struck the ground, turning the world upside down!
Yang Niannian, who had been hiding in the mud thousands of miles away, was pulled out. She had no ability to resist. She only felt the world spinning, and in the blink of an eye, she was back in the building.

Wang Tietou took two steps back, his breathing stagnant - what level is this? ?

Xu Xian loosened his hand lightly, and Yang Niannian fell to the ground without saying a word, holding the wooden stick in her arms stubbornly.
Seeing this, Xu Xian smiled, squatted down, and said in a friendly tone:
"Madam Temple Priest, let's have one last discussion."

"I want to refine your blood and use it to save my wife. Is that okay? Saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda."

"If the temple goddess is willing, Xu promises that he will do his best to save her life."

"If the temple goddess doesn't want to."

Xu Xian sighed:

"Xu has no choice but to do something that is against the will of heaven and earth again."

Yang Niannian still said nothing and held her head high.

...............

The chaotic sky, the abandoned heaven, the Jin'ao Island in the sea of clouds.

The sound is mighty and powerful.

The murderous aura came down with great force, and both Zhou Mu and Nezha held their breath.

Nezha looked solemn, and bowed to the blurry face in the sky:
"Dare you ask me, my friend?"

The clouds and mist rolled, and there was no response. The female voice rang out again, like the morning bell and evening drum, shaking the heavens and the earth.

"Li Nezha, I remember clearly how full of vigor and vitality you were back then. Your Yuxu lineage is very good, very good."

The voice said coldly:

"Why are you here on Jin'ao Island today? Master is not on the island!"

The loud sound caused Zhou Mu's eardrums to hurt, and the porcelain doll was not much better. It was a dead object with no cultivation, and at this moment it was also staggering in the loud sound.

Nezha exhaled and frowned:
"Daoyou, why do you have to hide your true intentions? And why do you have to be so sarcastic? The Yuxu lineage and your Biyou lineage have already reconciled, Daoyou, why are you bringing up the past again?"

"reconciliation?"

The woman's voice sounded a little doubtful, but she didn't disbelieve it. She just murmured:

"We have reconciled. How many years have passed?"

Zhou Mu and the porcelain doll looked at each other and saw the surprise in each other's eyes.

sound.
That unknown mysterious person seems to have just woken up?
“However, my fellow apprentice brothers and sisters and nephews may have reconciled with your Yuxu lineage, but I have not.”

The precious flowers in the sky were spinning, and a faint light appeared on the blurry face of the sea of clouds, shining down with a loud bang!
Nezha felt a sweet taste in his throat and coughed up blood - this was the body that Laojun had forged for him!

Even dead objects are indestructible, but at this moment they are actually hurt!

On the side, Zhou Mu was not even affected. He just stared at the faint light and then stepped back unconsciously, with an indescribable sense of crisis rising in his heart!

The female fairy who was nowhere to be found seemed to notice him and spoke softly.

"What about you?"

A female voice boomed, accompanied by the rhythm of thunder:

"That little fellow beside Li Nezha—hmm, looks like a celestial official? Who are you?"

"Why did you two come to my Jin'ao Island?"

The woman's voice suddenly sounded alert. On the blurry face of the sky, which was a million miles of clouds and mist, lightning burst out from the eyes, ears, mouth and nose.

If something goes wrong, the thunder will strike!

Although the thunderbolt was just ready to go, Zhou Mu, who was locked in it, felt very uncomfortable. His skin was stinging violently, and his physique, which was comparable to that of a mid-grade magic weapon, showed signs of cracking.
And Nezha, who was shrouded in dim light, was already breaking apart!
"I?"

Every cell in Zhou Mu's body was roaring and warning.

But he still raised his head, stared at the clouds in the sky, and after pondering for a moment, he said:

"My name is Tongtian."

The rolling wind, clouds and thunder in the sky stopped for a moment, Nezha coughed violently and widened his eyes, and the next moment.

Thousands of thunders roared, the giant island shook, and the earth rolled!

"presumptuous!"

The murderous intent emanated from every inch of mud on the entire island, gathering into a torrent that seemed capable of drowning the wilderness, locking Zhou Mu in place!
Ten thousand calamities and thunders are about to strike at this moment!

The sound was as sharp as a thunderbolt and as cold as a bone-breaking wind blowing from the underworld, freezing the soul!

"How dare you defame my teacher?"

The island rumbled, and a torrent of murderous intent descended. Zhou Mu sighed, stretched out his hand, and clenched it.

Some sand, stones and dust were rolled up and gathered in his palms, evolving into four small swords, one horizontal, one slanted, one standing upright, and one hanging upside down.

The torrent of murderous intent suddenly stagnated.

"Zhu Xian Sword Formation?" The female voice was filled with confusion and doubt.

Zhou Mu used the Zhu Xian Sword Formation, which he had not yet mastered, and said with a smile:
"I am a poor Taoist, but I don't know who you are, sir?"

(Tomorrow 15,000)

(End of this chapter)