Longevity Thunder Ancestor

Chapter 279: Silver Light Valley
Ning Fa suppressed his excitement and slowly walked to the spiritual spring.

This Five Elements Spirit Lotus is obviously much more precious than the Yuanqi Color Lotus. If he presents it to the Duanmu family, it will bring him extremely rich rewards.

But what kind of reward can be as important as one’s own level of cultivation?

Even if Duanmu Ling were to become his Taoist partner, it wouldn't work!

Ning Fa’s only worry was that this spiritual lotus seemed to be of extremely high grade and age. If he swallowed it directly, would his body be harmed by its strong spiritual power?
But he could not be taken out of the secret realm for research, as he would definitely be taken away by the Jindan elders.

Ning Fa made up his mind immediately. With such an opportunity in front of him, what if he had to take some risks?
He picked the Five Elements Spirit Lotus without any trouble. A look of determination flashed across his face, and then he swallowed the spirit lotus directly into his mouth.

In an instant, an unimaginably pure spiritual power burst out from his body, and then transformed into five spiritual powers with different attributes that rushed towards his dantian.

The five elements of lightning pattern in his dantian appeared and absorbed all the surging five elements of spiritual power.

Suddenly, the five elements symbols on the thunder pattern were activated one after another.

White flying sword, green giant tree, surging black river, red flame, yellow mountain...

These five symbols are all composed of thunder of different shapes and colors.

Five-colored lightning flashed continuously on Ningfa's body surface, and severe pain came like a tide. Ningfa groaned, and finally, he could not resist and fainted on the ground.

……

When Ning Fa swallowed the Five Elements Spirit Lotus, strange changes occurred in his body.

The fight within the Silver Light Valley has also reached a fever pitch.

I saw that the green stone door in the valley had been opened, revealing an extremely spacious hall in the mountain.

In the center of the hall is a blood-red altar about ten feet high.

Above this bloody altar, there were several glowing objects floating in the air.

The object in the center was a blood-red triangular token.

Also around the altar, there were several corpses lying in all directions.

The ways of death are all extremely miserable, either disintegrating into countless blood clots, or turning directly into ashes.

At this time, there were only two monks still standing in the hall.

Ning Daozhen's whole body was covered in blood-red flames, and he exuded a sense of weirdness and power.

His expression was cold, but his eyes were filled with murderous intent. His right hand was raised high, holding a monk who had been burned into a charred corpse by blood-red flames.

“Blood Sun True Flame! You actually cultivated this kind of devil flame!”

Cao Xian on the opposite side seemed to have seen something incredible. He turned pale and spoke incoherently, with deep fear in his eyes.

His companions, along with several other disciples from various sects, were all killed by Ning Daozhen's strange blood magic and the incomparably powerful Blood Sun True Flame.

Ning Daozhen raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth: "Let me guess who you are, you should be the spies sent by those bastards of the Good and Evil Alliance, right? It's really the same style as always."

Cao Xian's expression changed, and then he admitted very straightforwardly: "You are right."

At this moment, his expression became calm instead, and he asked curiously, "I know I will die, but before I die, can you tell me your true identity? I originally thought you were the heir of some great demon sect, but from your tone, it seems that you are not."

After saying that, Cao Xian's eyes flashed again, and he continued: "If your goal is also the Blood Sky Sect, then our goals are the same, then you don't necessarily have to kill me, I can give you a lot of help."

Cao Xian was obviously still unwilling to die like this and was still looking for a glimmer of hope.

The sneer on Ning Daozhen's face became even more pronounced.

"I'm not interested in talking too much to a dying person."

After saying that, he pointed with his right hand, and a stream of blood flame shot out towards Cao Xian.

Cao Xian smiled bitterly and even gave up struggling.

But just as he was waiting to die, a beam of silver light suddenly appeared under his feet.

The next moment, Cao Xian suddenly disappeared from where he was.

The blood flame also hit nothing.

Ning Daozhen's face changed, and his consciousness immediately swept around. However, he found nothing unusual, and Cao Xian just disappeared out of thin air.

Ning Daozhen's face turned ugly.

The last time he entered the secret realm, when he was about to completely kill the other cultivator who had disrupted his plans, that person disappeared into the valley out of thin air. He didn't expect it to happen again now.

"Who on earth is this? You are hiding like a rat. Don't you dare to show up?"

He yelled into the air.

But there was no response.

Ning Daozhen had a gloomy face and then jumped onto the bloody altar.

The blood-colored light curtain on the altar did not seem to hinder him at all.

There were three spiritual objects on the altar, namely a blood-red ring, a blood-red triangular token, and a jade slip.

What is worth noting is that the triangular token does not have the eye pattern outlined by blood-red thread.

Looking at these three things, a smile finally appeared on Ning Daozhen's cold face.

He waved his sleeves and the three things were put away.

However, he kept the triangular token in his hand.

Then Ning Daozhen cast a blood-colored spell at the token, and the triangular token suddenly emitted a bloody light.

Ning Daozhen held the triangular token and sent a beam of blood-red light towards the altar in front of him.

Then the altar shone with a blood-red light, and a blood-red light ball that looked like a portal appeared in the sky. Mountains could be seen in the light ball.

Ning Daozhen smiled, then jumped into the ball of light.

The place became quiet again.

After a while, a transparent and illusory figure flew out from the altar.

She has a slender figure and although her face is a little blurry, it is still not difficult to see her beautiful appearance.

But the expression on her face was very confused.

She looked down at the empty altar and stood there for a while.

Then the woman pointed at the altar, and a stream of blood spurted out from the blood-red altar, forming a blood-red mirror.

Various scenes flashed among them like a kaleidoscope of images, all of which were the scenes that the disciples of various sects were experiencing in the secret realm.

Suddenly the picture stopped.

The image showed Ning Fa, who was lying unconscious on the ground. Five-colored lightning was surging on his body, making him look extremely mysterious.

"Is this... a real hidden spiritual place? How is it possible that someone could enter here!"

The transparent figure uttered an extremely pleasant female voice, which seemed to be very surprised.

Then the scene changed again, and a dark space appeared, with many messy spiritual objects piled together in it.

This looks like space for a storage bag.

A parchment scroll was placed in an inconspicuous corner, and it seemed to be rolling up something.

"This is the Blood Sky Order!... No, this is not a simple Blood Sky Order!"

The transparent figure's tone was slightly excited, and then she actually entered the blood-red mirror.

In the hidden restriction above the Hidden Spirit Land, Ning Fa was fainting beside a spring, his body wrapped in five-colored lightning.

The transparent figure emerged from nothingness like a ghost. She first glanced at Ningfa, then went straight into his storage bag.

Ningfa, who was in a coma, was unaware of it.

(End of this chapter)