Being a talent in the Chusheng Demon Sect

Chapter 1238 The Desperate Old Dragon King

The source of pseudo-history.

Looking at the Foundation Establishment puppet with its eyes closed, fast asleep, clearly devoid of consciousness, Si Chong lowered his eyelids and fell into a long silence.

After a long while, he finally sighed:
Come back.

Before he finished speaking, the Daoist Master of Cultivation returned, his face still showing anger, but he was much calmer than before.

The next second, he bowed deeply.
"Thank you, senior, for saving your life."

"Not really."

Si Chong waved his hand: "It was just something I did on the spur of the moment. The fellow Daoist who brought you here is a smart person. On the contrary, you are a bit dull and haven't read enough books!"

Upon hearing this, the Daoist Master of Cultivation had a strange expression on his face.

He wasn't stupid. Although he had been a little off guard just now, he was now realizing what had happened and broke out in a cold sweat, feeling lingering fear.

"The First Emperor... that beast originally intended to kill me."

'Since he can manipulate that lingering echo of a ghost, and what came was a puppet, he could easily shatter that ghost on my way back.'

At that time, while still within the Heavenly Dao, without any concealment, the Sword Lord and Cang Hao outside would inevitably be alerted instantly and slap him down. Good heavens, even if he had recovered his Golden Core Perfection cultivation, let alone just being a primordial spirit, he would still die instantly!
This is a real sinkhole!
The cultivation master finally realized that he had truly walked through the gates of hell, and the one who saved him was none other than Si Chong in front of him!
'Because he just restored my Dharma body.'

'Perhaps the First Emperor sensed something, believing I was still useful to Si Chong, or perhaps for some other reason, which is why he ultimately chose to abandon me.'

Instead, he used that strange method of bestowing divine titles to bind himself.

So the moment he appeared, he immediately bowed deeply to Si Chong without saying a word, because he had figured out this crucial point; otherwise, he probably wouldn't have come to his senses yet.

"Alright, come with me."

Si Chong waved his hand: "Fellow Daoist has been away from home for too long. Although you have a nice-sounding name, you haven't put it into practice. You should read more books from now on."

The voice gradually faded into the distance.

Si Chong entered the pavilion first, followed closely by the Daoist Master of Cultivation. The heavy sound of the door closing echoed in this secluded paradise, mingling with faint lingering echoes.

"As for the chaos outside, well..."

“Sage, that debate on the Dao from back then must eventually come to an end.”

All fell silent, leaving only the true form of the Demon King, the towering giant whose relentless, tireless bombardment of the seal echoed.

The universe is vast and boundless.

Lu Yang opened his eyes, withdrew his consciousness directly from the Foundation Establishment puppet, and looked at the azure arc of light symbolizing the [Hidden Mystery Palace of Dao Achievement] in the distance.

'Following the example of the First Emperor's past'

Back then, the six Dao Lords suppressed the Ancestral Dragon, using the Five Elements as the foundation of the Other Shore, thus establishing the Other Shore's position above the Sea of ​​Light.

Lu Yang was not surprised by Si Chong's suggestion, nor was he unaware of what the so-called "Old Stories of the Ancestral Dragon" were. The real problem was that Si Chong actually believed that with his current cultivation level, he could control the Great Dao and do what the Ancestral Dragon, who was originally born a Dao God, could do!

What's the meaning.

Could it be that after being suppressed for 129,600 years, Si Chong's strength not only did not decline or stagnate, but it even advanced further and became comparable to the Ancestral Dragon?
Can't?

If that's the case, what's the point of fighting? Just destroy the Other Shore, release Si Chong, and then sit back and watch Si Chong sweep through Guanghai.
Lü Yang also asked this question.

This time, however, Si Chong did not answer, but smiled meaningfully: "By then, when people are about to die, there are always ways to deal with things."

At this point, Lü Yang had no reply.

".That's all."

Standing up, Lü Yang stretched his limbs to his heart's content. In any case, this time he not only obtained the Primordial Spirit Technique, but also eliminated a potential trouble.

Although Si Chong's intervention prevented him from directly killing Si Chong, staying by Si Chong's side wouldn't cause any trouble anyway. Perhaps he could even help break the Heavenly Heart Lock in the future, and sending him into the Heavenly Palace after his own breakthrough would be a great help.

A sure-fire way to make money!

However, the next second, Lü Yang suddenly raised an eyebrow, as if he had sensed something, and then his expression became strange. He quickly disappeared from the spot.

[The Hidden Abode of Enlightenment]

The corpses of the Six Dragon Lords were scattered all around, but the six dragon heads were gathered together, recounting their previous sword clash with the Demon-Slaying Immortal.

"If you ask me, we shouldn't have let our elder brother take the hit." "That's right, that sword strike was no one's strength to withstand. It would have been better if I had done it. With my [Cloud Han Immortal], we might have had a chance to escape."

"Forget it, with your meager skills, you think you can escape?"

"That means I can at least withstand one more sword strike!"

"Stop talking nonsense. 'Cloudy Immortal'? 'Heavenly River Water' is such a trash rank, just there to make up the numbers in the water element. I'd be more qualified for that."

"What did you say?"

"What's wrong with me talking to you!"

Amidst the commotion, the dragon lords noticed a beautiful figure crouching beside one of the dragon corpses, seemingly doing something unknown.

"Brother, is that your body?"

"Holy crap! It looks like... patching up the sky!?"

The next second, the old dragon king let out a sharp dragon roar, and the eyes of the six dragon kings focused on the figure that stood up from behind the old dragon king.

"Hmm, so-so."

Butianque pulled up his pants, somewhat disappointed: "How did you do that? I'm clearly not dead, but my Dharma body is unusable, and I can no longer contact the Heavenly Emperor."

Old Dragon King: "."

isn't it?
It's cold now, how can you still use it?
Immediately afterwards, the one who mended the sky returned to the old Dragon Lord's head, thought for a moment, then clapped his hands, revealing an expression of sudden realization:
"I'm starting to understand."

"The mystery of this sword technique is that it concentrates all the life force in the head, so the body is truly dead, but the head can retain its vitality."

"So it seems my method was wrong. Harvesting from a dead body is definitely not going to work. It has to be a head brimming with life force to be effective. Although the parts lack functionality, it's not a big problem. The mouth is still usable. My Heaven-Mending Scripture never shys away from these things."

The more Old Dragon listened, the more horrified he became.

"No, you monster, what are you trying to do? What's with your belt? Get away from me! Do you believe I'll bite it off?"

"You're quite imaginative."

Butianque sneered, "This is my bread and butter, it's been through countless battles. You think you can bite it off with your teeth? Don't be delusional."

The old dragon king was in utter despair.

"Second brother! Third brother! Eldest sister! Help me!"

"do not move."

Patting the Sky impatiently pressed down on the old dragon king's head.

"Very quickly, just once."

The other dragon lords around the old dragon lord tumbled away without warning, not daring to look any longer. A look of humiliation gradually crept into the old dragon lord's eyes.
"Cough cough."

A cough brought the act of mending the sky to an abrupt halt.

The next second, the demon turned around helplessly, tightening his pants which were only half-undone: "Fellow Daoist, why did you have to come out at this time?"

If they don't come out soon, the old Dragon King will really suffer.

Lu Yang shook his head and said in a low voice, "Fellow Daoist Mending Heaven, the Heavenly Emperor's days are numbered. It is meaningless for you to attack him now."

"Oh?" Butianque raised an eyebrow: "What do you mean?"

“Fellow Daoist should also be familiar with this place.” Lü Yang spread his hands and said frankly, “I plan to use the Fengshen Daoist tradition to carry out a transformation of the world.”

Upon hearing this, Butianque frowned.

"Does fellow Daoist mean..."

Upon hearing this, Lü Yang smiled slightly and said, "That's right. Instead of exhausting your energy to replenish the heavens, why not join my lineage and work with me to change the world?"

"You want me to abandon the Heavenly Emperor and use your essence?"

Lü Yang: ".???"

(End of this chapter)