Chapter 670 Begging for some relief

‘Dingjiao makes a great show…’

The entire street next to Li Zhouwei was shrouded in shadow. The monks fled in all directions, running outside the formation one by one. In an instant, it became empty. Bai Rong murmured:

"This dragon..."

There was a commotion around, and people were running away. The two mortal children had already disappeared. Before Bai Rong finished speaking, a silver-white thunder jumped out of the city, leaped several times in the ocean, and headed towards the clear water. The scale beast flew up, and a strong male voice came:

"Leidao Miaoye, meet Chengbi Longzi in Qingtang, Chenghai!"

Li Zhouwei had met this man before. He came to Wangyue Lake to ask for Du Ruoqiang. He was quite capable. He inquired about his ancestors privately and found out that he was now guarding the South China Sea.

Miao Ye held his knees with both hands, knelt down in the air, pulled out his hands, knelt with one foot, and touched the ground with one foot. He bowed three times in a row. He lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, afraid to speak.

Li Zhouwei's eye skills were working and his eyesight was excellent. The one wielding the whip on the top of the green water scale beast was the demon general with wild cheeks and black armor. His face looked very foul. He flicked the long whip and shouted:

"It has nothing to do with you! Stay aside!"

Miao Ye felt relieved and stood sideways, ordering people to bring blood food. The black-armored demon general drank back and said impatiently:

"Long Jun's birthday is approaching. You are not allowed to see blood when eating in the East China Sea. Take that filthy thing away. If you let the adults see it, I won't tell you what trouble it will cause!"

It's half a month before Long Jun's birthday, how could Miao Ye not know? Otherwise, how could the blood food be served? It was just that the other party wanted to scold him for no reason. He bowed his head and thanked the reminder and waited respectfully.

Miao Ye repeatedly confessed, and Bai Rong and the other two saw it in their eyes, and walked out of Fangshi. The fox chuckled, and there was no one around. All the monks in the place had dispersed.

Li Zhouwei got out of the water cover and looked around. There was turbidity all around. The vast yellow-green seabed used to be a patch of coral seaweed, with bright yellow spiritual things underneath. Now it is filled with turbid sand and gravel. It must have been swept away by the water storm. .

"These things from the Miao family were harvested every few decades, and now they are all gone..."

The dragon genus is domineering, so there is no need to deny the Miao family face like this. Li Zhouwei looked a little puzzled. Bai Rong looked at him with a smile and whispered:

"Thunder Island once obtained a treasure, which the dragons valued very much. Both the Black Dragon and White Dragons sent people to exchange it. The Miao family thought about it and exchanged it with the Black Dragon's envoy..."

Bai Rong looked a little gloating and said:

"Anyway, I have to offend someone. Bai Longqi is disgusting. Ding Jiao came all the way, so he naturally doesn't have a good attitude. Miao Ye also knows it in his heart. He is afraid of being caught. Now he is very worried."

Li Zhouwei then understood and asked:

"I wonder what kind of treasure it is? The dragon genus is rich in the East China Sea, so it can actually attract the dragon genus to fight for it?"

"[Ming Fang Xuanyuan]!"

After Bai Rong finished speaking, Li Zhouwei immediately understood:

"It turns out it's for Long Si."

[Mingfang Xuanyuan] is just an ordinary Zifu spiritual object, it is nothing to the dragon attribute, but it has the effect of assisting in the birth of a child, which is very valuable!

Li Zhouwei and Li Zhouwei had already arrived in front of the green water scale beast. Miao Ye still lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, not daring to move. He might have recognized Li Zhouwei. The respectful expression on his face did not change at all, and his breath was calm.

‘He is from Shencheng Mansion. ’

Li Zhouwei paid attention to him, and the Wujia Yao greeted him with a smiling face, put away the whip, and opened his mouth and said:

"Two adults, please..."

Bai Rong quickly walked into the hall together. Everything behind the two people instantly turned into infinite water waves, intertwined with blue, and rolled up a water storm. It was obviously a green water scale beast leaping forward. Li Zhouwei steadied his steps and listened to a loud laugh:

"Two fellow Taoists!"

Standing in the hall was a young man with white horns. His robe was decorated with dragon patterns. He looked over with a smile in his light blue eyes. He took a step with his golden boots and said loudly:

"The clear pond in Chenghai holds the green white dragon, and the tripod is in shape. I have seen Taoist friends."

This sound was obviously directed at Bai Rong. Bai Rong shook off his blue-white sleeves, his voice was soft and gentle, and his tone was very different from before, and he replied:

"Wanghu Tingping is always a fox, Bai Rong, I have met the prince."

"good…"

Ding Jiao laughed loudly and seemed to be in a very good mood. He invited the two of them to sit down and then said in surprise:

"Bai Rong was originally Su Xinhu, and his bloodline is so close to that of the Lord of Mount Dali! It was me who was negligent. If I knew the identity of fellow Taoist, I should have come out of the palace to greet him, but it was my fault."

"The prince is joking."

Bai Rong had slightly slender eyes and a handsome appearance. She was sitting at the side holding a wine glass. Her tone was soft and graceful, and her smile was decent. It was completely different from her usual playful demeanor. She said softly:

"I received the favor of the mountain master's blood pool and adjusted my nature with my life. I was reborn. I don't deserve this gift."

Ding Jiao was stunned, then he nodded, stroking his palms, and said softly:

"That's also a deep blessing."

The two chatted animatedly for a few words, and Ding Jiao immediately turned back to look at Li Zhouwei and said seriously:

"Minghuang, it was my fault for neglecting you last time. Now that this has happened, I am very grateful. I will keep it in my heart!"

Li Zhouwei wanted the dragon's favor rather than the dragon's spiritual weapon. The spirit ring of Mingyang was certainly powerful, but he couldn't use it at home, so he shook his head and said:

"Your Majesty, you're welcome. It was all Senior Bai Rong who helped me. I can't take credit."

The three of them chatted for a while, but Bai Rong showed a completely different side from before, one that was good at dancing. He told some stories in a literate manner and praised several trips to the East. Ding Jiao listened with a smile, and both the host and the guest were happy.

The speed of the green water scale beast was extremely fast. Time alternated. Li Zhouwei listened to the two chatting and was finally slightly shocked. A long-bearded demon general came forward to report:

"My lords, we have reached the grave."

Ding Jiao then stood up and walked down, leading the two of them and saying softly:

"Maybe Minghuang doesn't know. As I said before, this place in the south of the South China Sea is called the Graveyard."

Several people flew up from the scale beast. In front of them was an empty sandy land, with large and small stone islands distributed in a radial pattern. In the middle was a huge abyss. Looking far into the distance, they couldn't even see this abyss. the other side.

The islands on both sides of the great abyss are broken, as big as a city, as small as a house, and they are so dense that you can't see the edge at a glance. The sea water flows into the great abyss along the spider web-like ravines, and there is infinite darkness below.

Ding Jiao looked at it quietly and said softly

"This place was a large continent before the sky changed. It was as wide as Jiangnan, but sparsely populated. At that time, there were tens of millions of people in Jiangnan, but this place only had tens of millions."

"When the sky changed... two immortal kings fought here and smashed a continent into pieces. Not to mention that all their ideas were extinct, and there are still no living beings. We, the dragon genus, call it [Graveyard]... opposite to the [World Navel] in the East China Sea. .”

Bai Rong nodded, as if it was his first time coming to this place. He took a look at it with interest and said softly:

"I heard that there is no spiritual power in this place, so there is no Taixu. Zi Mansion will come down and fly when it comes here..."

"good."

Ding Jiao said softly:

"This place leads all the way to the Netherworld, and is also where the Yin Division is located. It is said that people from the Yin Division come in and out from here."

He spoke softly while descending quietly. The three of them were quickly annihilated in the infinite darkness. Li Zhouwei looked at the turbulent sea water on both sides, frowned, and whispered:

"This abyss is so terrifying that the water in the South China Sea has never drained away? It is hundreds of times larger than the cave in the North Sea. Even the rain falling on the entire South China Sea cannot fill it up..."

"Could it be that this place is like a promontory, where sea water falls into the depths and immediately turns into water veins and returns to the sea?"

Ding Jiao shook his head and explained:

"This seawater does not fall into the abyss everywhere. This place is just a vent. If you fly south for a while, the ground will be higher than the sea surface, and no seawater will fall."

Li Zhouwei then nodded and reminded:

"There is no magic here. If the magic power is exhausted, something will happen..."

"rest assured."

Ding Jiao took out some white beads from his sleeve, thought about it carefully, put it back, and changed it into a black disc spiritual weapon. It suddenly grew in size and was placed under several people. He apologized:

"My vehicle rides on the clouds, it is really inconvenient in the abyss."

Bai Rong nodded and said a little doubtfully:

"It's just that I haven't heard of the theory of leading to the underworld... After all, I'm not familiar with things in the sea. Can the prince tell me something?"

He apologized, Ding Jiao waved his hand and whispered:

"This matter can be traced back to the period of the Qi State. The Northern Qi Dynasty replaced the Wei State. Therefore, Li Xunquan, the crown prince of the Wei State, raised an army and once controlled the Long region. It was called Long Wei at that time. An adult in my family lived in the Wei State. He made a good friend and they were very happy with each other. "

"Later, there was a severe drought in the south. Your Excellency went to spread the rain in person. When he returned, his friend was killed by someone else. So he came all the way here, went deep into the abyss, and flew into the netherworld. He met the judge of the netherworld and brought that person back. ”

Li Zhouwei was stunned for a moment, then felt his heart heat up and said in a deep voice:

"A dead person is really taken to the underworld as in the legend? Can he still be rescued?!"

Ding Jiao hesitated and whispered:

"When a mortal dies, his soul must be gone. I heard that everyone in the world is on the list of the Yin Division. If you practice the Zifu Golden Pill, the Yin Division can even know the cultivation spells of each person. As for capturing souls, there should be no such thing now. thing."

"Can…"

The strong hope rising in Li Zhouwei's heart was suddenly extinguished. He lowered his head and asked, and Ding Jiao replied:

"I have also inquired about this matter. I heard that it is because that person was born before the Heaven Change and practiced the Zifu Golden Pill... The Yin Division will arrest him according to the law... People who were born after the Heaven Change will be punished by the Yin Division unless they fail to attack the Golden Pill. It doesn’t matter.”

Bai Rong felt uncomfortable and changed the topic. He thought of something secretly in his heart and said softly:

"What if there are no names on the Immortal Cultivator List?"

"Not on the list?"

Ding Jiao glanced at him, shook his head and smiled:

"Then it's to practice the witchcraft or the method of subduing qi and nourishing one's nature!"

The white fox lowered his head thoughtfully, but Li Zhouwei was only disappointed for a moment. He immediately adjusted himself and whispered:

"I've heard of Li Xunquan's name. There were constant uprisings in the north, and many of them became popular. There were two Wei and Li restorations, and later there was Li Xuan... I just don't know what happened next?"

The Li family has collected a lot of information over the years, and they pay even more attention to these things. It's just that they can't find out about it in Jiangnan, and it's rare to hear some in the East China Sea.

Bai Rong glanced at Ding Jiao and said softly:

"Killed by Emperor Qi, his head hung in Dianyang City and was not taken off for nine years."

Ding Jiao was silent, the spiritual weapon on the soles of his feet was rising and falling. Li Zhouwei was slightly suffocated and his expression was slightly downcast, looking into the boundless darkness.

'What exactly does Dingjiao want to do...'

Along the way, Li Zhouwei gradually realized Ding Jiao's identity. Prince Bai Longxi was probably one of the most noble ones:

‘The East China Sea is vast, and there are many Zifu monsters under the dragon genus. If he really has a request, couldn’t the dragon genus send a big purple monster to help him? ’

'If nothing else is said, Dongfang Heyun is weird enough...'

Bai Rong is a foundation-building fox demon, and her practice is not good at listening. Maybe it is due to her bloodline, or there are some secrets that she can listen to and check, but is it really comparable to Zifu who has magical powers? ?

"It's evident from the attitudes of the two demons... this matter was brought about by the fox and dragon... What kind of thing is this, and you want to take me with you..."

"Bai Rong said that Ding Jiao wants to befriend me... so is there any benefit in bringing me here..."

He sat quietly for a few days after a while in his mind. Both Ding Jiao and Bai Rong were silent. Ding Jiao said nothing, and Bai Rong's expression was extremely focused, and his ears twitched slightly.

He stood up little by little, listened for a moment, and white hair sprouted from his body little by little. He swayed on the spot and turned into a white fox with no trace of impurities.

This fox's ears are straight up, and there is even one ear between the eyebrows, which is triangular in shape, with the tip pointing upward. It looks like a white horn when viewed from the side, and the fur is very delicate.

Bai Rong showed his true form, squatting on the plate, and went all the way deep, while Ding Jiao stood still and looked at the two of them quietly. The spiritual weapon flew slower and slower, and finally stopped.

Ding Jiao said softly:

"There is a sound here. Bai Rong, please listen. The magic power in my spiritual weapon is running low. If you can't hear it here, take a closer look."

Li Zhouwei couldn't hear anything at all, and felt that the surroundings were terrifyingly quiet. Bai Rong paused, shook his head and said:

"Please fly for a while longer."

Ding Jiao silently activated the magic weapon and flew for half an hour. The surrounding area was dark and without any light, as if he was trapped in endless dullness, and then he stopped.

Bai Rong moved her ears and frowned:

"It's a man's voice..."

The fox listened for another quarter of an hour and whispered:

"He said…"

Bai Rong seemed a little unsure and looked very nervous. He lay down again and listened carefully. He was a little stunned and whispered:

"Fa...suochi...hot, beg...what..."

Li Zhouwei's heart tightened upon hearing this, while Ding Jiao frowned and asked in a low voice:

"Is there anything else to say?"

Bai Rong listened for a while again, and his magic power was circulating. Purple light mixed with smoke surrounded him, and the white hairs on his ears turned into deep purple. After a quarter of an hour, he said in a low voice:

"There is no other word, just this sentence."

His expression was a little shocked, and he paused before saying:

"His voice was as high as a tiger's roar at one moment, heart-rending, mixed with the sound of coughing up blood, and at another moment as shrill as a rat's roar, piercing clouds and cracking rocks. It was extremely terrifying."

"indeed…"

"The rope is hot and the binding is too fast. I beg to be loosened."

Ding Jiao raised his eyebrows, showing a look of chill and anger. He was silent for a moment, took out a jade bottle from his sleeve, put it in the palm of his hand, and whispered:

"Su Xinhu, please continue to listen."