Chapter 22: The Black Lotus of Wutian (Part 1)

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  "Third brother, what's wrong?"

  "Heh heh, seeing that you're all right, I can rest assured. Time is almost up, this body was originally a projection of my true self's will, and staying here for too long would exhaust my true self's magical powers. My true self is about to hold on no longer." Shen Long said with a bitter smile, his body growing weaker by the minute.

  "What?" The two women were shocked and looked at Shen Long with concern.

  "Don't worry, I'll be fine after a short rest. You don't have to worry about me. Also, you don't have to look for me, I have something to take care of. After I've finished, I'll come back to see you." Shen Long continued to say, his body had already turned into a shadow.

  "See you later..." Shen Long left a faint sentence, his body also turned into twinkling starlight, disappearing into nothingness.

  Only the stunned Ao Kun, Luo Fei, Long Yin brothers and He Yu He Bie remained, of course, as well as the little fox Su Tian Xiang who was in the midst of advancing, along with Su Su and Hu Mei Er standing behind Su Tian Xiang.

  "Is this the young lady's husband? Just a projection, yet it can kill an almost-saint." Hei Bie was silent for a long time, with a look of reverent admiration. Hei Yu didn't speak either, but nodded in agreement.

  "That's natural, this is the ancestor of my dragon clan, almost omnipotent." The dragon chant and dragon Chang on the side had a stronger sense of reverence than the river fish and turtle, "Have you seen our sound law? Fierce power, right? Let me tell you, that's the way our ancestor founded."

  River fish river turtle: !@#$%$#! ..................

  "Hey! Such a long distance, such a long time, it's really exhausting." In the closed room, Shen Long's main body was weak and lay on the ground, letting out a long sigh. "But I've finally made it through the tough times."

  "Dare to move my woman, really don't know how to write the word 'death'." Then Shen Long's face turned iron blue, thinking of the situation just now, and also the last time Ao Kun came back, couldn't help but feel a lingering fear, gloomily thinking:

  "Is it destined that my woman will suffer many disasters and hardships?"

  "This time was really dangerous, from now on, I'll seal myself away and give one of the Nine Tripods to my clone. That way, if they encounter any situation, they can rush over immediately." This was the only stable method Shen Long could think of at this stage.

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  Southern Immortal Volcano, the gathering place of the Avian Tribe, a group of palaces, inside an Elder Palace.

  This is a magnificent palace, in the palace, an old man is drinking, this old man has white eyebrows and scolds angrily, with an evil face, pouring cup after cup of wine into his belly.

  "Report!" - someone outside the door shouted.

  "What's the matter? Come in." The voice was sharp and piercing, making one's ears feel like they had been scraped by a knife, clearly unhappy about being disturbed while doing something pleasant.

  The door creaked open and footsteps echoed in. The old man, with his back to the door, asked the person who had entered:

  "Little Eagle, what's going on? You're in such a hurry."

  No one responded, the footsteps kept approaching the old man. The old man was annoyed in his heart, as an elder, even if you were my personal guard, it would be unforgivable. He turned around and asked loudly:

  "Sparrow, what's wrong with you? How dare you not answer my question."

  "Huh, who are you? Where's Xiao Ying?" As the old man turned around, he didn't see his personal guard Xiao Ying, but instead a person in black robes, emitting an aura of coldness that made the old man instinctively go on guard.

  The man in black didn't respond and continued walking. When he approached the old man, he silently looked at him.

  Although the black-clothed man was looking at him like that, the old man felt that the black-clothed man's strength was powerful, as if he was bearing enormous pressure, and big sweat beads were emerging on his forehead. That kind of cold aura made the old man really unbearable, and he shouted loudly at the black-clothed man in a sharp voice:

  "Who are you, anyway? What's with the escort? And, looking at you, you're not from my Avian Tribe. What's your purpose?"

  The man in black didn't speak, but instead stretched out his right hand, and a black lotus flower burst forth from the center of his palm, with flashes of black law light dancing upon it, as if lightning was coiling around it.

  "What are you doing?" The old man shouted loudly, took a step back, and then launched an attack.

  Only the old man's back grew a pair of black wings, looking sturdy and powerful, his hands turned into claws, with sharp fingertips that seemed to be able to tear anything apart. Even his face transformed, his nose and mouth turning into a bird's beak, facing the man in black with an intimidating aura, as if waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

  The man in black still ignored him, and the black lotus grew bigger and bigger until it was as big as a millstone. A flash of light passed by, and a figure was thrown out, falling to the ground.

  "Little Eagle." The old man exclaimed, then knelt down to check the injuries of his guards.

  "This Daoist friend, who are you exactly? This is going too far, why must you harm my guard?" The old man asked in a deep voice while examining Xiao Ying's injuries. Even if one's own guard isn't treated with respect, they're still their own guard; being beaten like this is simply a slap in the face.

  "Fei Qinzong elder, Xiao Lao, is that right?" The man in black finally spoke.

  "Huh?" The old man was stunned, thinking that this guy could talk, but he didn't know what the black-clothed person meant.

  "That's it." The old man was stunned and didn't respond, so the man in black said another sentence.

  "I am indeed Xiao Zhang Lao. What brings you here, fellow Taoist?"

  The man in black had a faint arc at the corner of his mouth, flashing out a strange smile, which made Lao Yan's whole body tense, and a bad premonition spread across his heart.

  "Huh? What's wrong with me? What's going on?" The old hawk felt his body being restrained, unable to move, and knew it was the doing of the man in black. He looked at the man in black and let out a terrified scream.

  "This, this isn't Xiao Ying, it's..." The terrified Elder Hawk saw that the moment he had just checked Xiao Ying's injuries and his hand hadn't even left yet, but Xiao Ying's body gradually changed and disappeared, leaving behind countless Daoist talismans.

  The countless talismans transformed from Xiao Ying's corpse spread rapidly throughout Jiao Long Lao's body with a wave of his hand, sealing his entire body. Jiao Long Lao struggled angrily, but it was completely ineffective.

  "No need to struggle, this is the seal made from the corpse and soul of your guardian at the Da Luo Golden Immortal Peak, called Corpse Soul Seal. It's more than enough to deal with someone like you who's just an early-stage Quasi-Saint." Looking at Elder Xiao struggling, the black-robed man sneered and struck him again.

  "Who are you? Why are you treating me like this? What is your purpose?" The struggling elder hawk managed to say a few words.

  "My name is Wu Tian." The man in black directly said his own name, then looked at the elder Xiao, with a strange smile on his face, "As for why I'm doing this to you, of course it's to plant the Black Lotus."

  As soon as he finished speaking, the black lotus the size of a millstone quickly shrank and finally became a small black lotus the size of a fingernail, then drilled into the brow of Elder Xiao.

  "Ah——" The old hawk let out a miserable cry and fainted to the ground.

  "Haha... Hehe..." Looking at the unconscious Old Hawk, Wu Tian couldn't help but burst out laughing. After he finished laughing, he looked at Old Hawk and stretched out his snow-white right hand, with his middle finger and thumb pinched together, shooting out a tiny black light that entered Old Hawk's brow, then said:

  "The purpose is for you to continue being an elder as if nothing has happened."

  "This dark lotus's profound understanding of the Great Law is indeed formidable, it can virtualize my life's shadow into a black lotus and infuse it into your quasi-saint life, so you will forever be under my control and won't rebel."

  "Unfortunately, the same rank can only control nine people. Just now, I have already controlled the Spotted Dove Elder and the White Crane Elder of the Flying Bird Tribe, plus this Hawk Elder, which is enough."

  "There are also the Beastmen and Scaleborn tribes. To complete the Demon Ancestor's plan, we still need to plant some nails first."

  Having said that, he didn't wait for the old man to wake up and disappeared without a trace.

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