Chapter 146: The Means of the Twelfth Realm, the Death of Princess Ning, the Power of the Corona

The power of the Dragon Clan Xianyu's self-explosion was no less than the self-explosion of the Qi Sea by the Eleventh Realm Real Person. The light column that soared into the sky pierced through the clouds and poked a big hole in the sky.

All cultivators below the Twelfth Realm did not dare to easily resist the power of Xianyu's self-explosion.

"Boom."

The sea of ​​clouds rolled and the air flow opened the sky. Lu Mingyuan looked up.

The light projected by the moonlight was slightly distorted.

An old man sitting cross-legged in the clouds appeared in the void. He had an old face and gray hair. With the sound of a whistling destructive wind, he rolled away from the sky rapidly. A slightly flickering star suddenly turned into a parabola and fell into the center of Changle Palace.

Upon closer inspection, the flickering star turned out to be a fishhook.

"The Great Flame Worshiper has taken action."

Luo Ying recognized this person at a glance.

"Is he the Great Flame Worshiper?" It was the first time that Lu Mingyuan saw the old man's appearance and did not recognize him at all.

Luo Ying nodded: "This man is the fisherman, one of the four great priests of Da Yan."

"Fisherman, what a simple name."

Luo Ying, who was always calm, rarely showed a solemn expression on his face: "It's just a nickname. His Taoist name is well-known in the world of Middle-earth."

"What's his name?"

"True Lord Qingxu."

The air was silent for a while, and at this moment, the fishing rod began to vibrate violently, and a very long silk line shook together, and a slender mysterious light flowed into the old man's hands along the rod line.

A gleam of brilliance appeared in the turbid eyes of the fishing old man.

Suddenly, a huge vortex appeared at the location of Changle Palace, accompanied by a very heavy and fierce aura spreading in the void.

The fishing old man felt a powerful force coming from the other end. He held the fishing rod tightly and did not let go. In a short while, the vortex on the lake surface became bigger and bigger, and the waterspout rolled and surged, bringing up amazing waves.

He narrowed his old eyes and one of his hands loosened.

The spiritual energy in the dark quickly surged and gathered into a finger, with rosy clouds all over the sky, and the whole body was white, as if it was a towering spiritual needle.

Chi!

The sound of breaking through the air sounded, and the condensed finger penetrated the water tornado and entered the huge vortex.

A dark red dragon shadow jade crystal with a terrifying and violent aura, the dragon roared in the air, and the dragon shadow sank into a dark and huge vortex.

"Roar!"

Roaring to the sky, a majestic dragon shadow rose slowly.

The vast dragon shadow revealed a head with ferocious horns and snake-like pupils. Just one eye was as tall as a person. People were really small in front of it.

This was actually a violent dragon spirit that had been practicing in jade for three thousand years.

"Roar!"

The dragon spirit roared, obviously unwilling, and still wanted to struggle and escape.

However, the old man who was fishing swung his fishing rod and smashed it to the side like a divine power, making a loud bang. The shadow on his body dimmed a lot, and it seemed that he was seriously injured.

"Swoosh!"

But in an instant, the violent dragon spirit was caught by a fishing line as thin as an ox hair, hanging in the starry sky above, and then thrown into the fishing basket behind him, like a thousand-year-old cold pond, suppressing and sealing the scorching jade crystal.

In an instant.

The destructive power disappeared instantly.

Revealing a barren open space and the only remaining few golden tadpole text shields.

At the moment of the explosion, everyone had the strength to resist and protect themselves from the disaster.

The few great scholars all turned pale and staggered to the ground.

They used their magical powers to protect the many students and scholars behind them, and they had reached their limit.

The situation of Master Jiang Shan on the periphery was much better, without any adverse reactions, and his string of Buddhist beads protected most of the people behind him, including palace maids and eunuchs.

Lu Mingyuan recovered from the tense atmosphere.

His Qi sense swept around.

He found that the situation at the scene was not optimistic.

As long as the cultivators present were at the eleventh level, they were basically fine. The others were not so lucky. Most of them suffered great trauma, and many died. Below the tenth level, there was no possibility of survival.

Fortunately, the powerful ones protected the people around them at the first time, and the overall casualties were not too serious. There were hundreds of people, and the survival rate was about 70%.

There was only one location where the situation was the worst.

Ten meters from the center of the explosion.

In the explosion center of the huge and spacious palace, basically no one survived, not even an eleventh level cultivator, and only one person stood.

A seal engraved with the word "reason" and a golden sword tassel that would only be hung on the hilt of a sword fell to the ground at the same time. At this moment, the light on both of them disappeared and fell to the ground.

"Madam."

Lu Yunqing stood there with a numb face.

It was obvious that the explosion accident came from the eighth prince Lu Yunqing.

Others saw this and couldn't bear to look directly at it.

Guessing something, everyone was silent.

Although Lu Yunqing survived, Princess Ning died to protect him.

The "Li" seal was a protective item given to him by the Saint of Li, and the golden sword tassel was a life-saving item for the daughter of the Saint of Arms.

A protective amulet alone was obviously not enough to save his life, so Princess Ning sacrificed herself and left the opportunity to Lu Yunqing, and she and her soul were wiped out by the remaining power of the dragon spirit.

Changle Palace, which was full of laughter and harmony before, disappeared.

Now there is only a ruin.

In the void.

A white rainbow light streaked across like a meteor.

The figure of a white-clothed celestial master suddenly appeared. The young celestial master held an ancient sundial in his hand, and his spiritual consciousness swept around. He was always dissolute, but there was rarely a smile on his face.

He stroked his chin and said, "It was the real dragon's jade that exploded. No wonder."

Xu Changqing cast his eyes on the cabinet prime minister below, revealing a questioning look: "Prime Minister, can we start?"

"Sorry to bother the Heavenly Master."

Yuan Xuangang said lightly.

Xu Changqing's eyes condensed, and his body stood in the void, his white clothes fluttering in the evening breeze, and golden Dao Qi appeared on his two fingers and poured into the ancient sundial.

"Dong!"

The Dao bell rang long.

Everything in the world came to a standstill.

"Kacha!"

A huge sound came from the sundial, and the ancient scale emerged and turned golden.

The illusory golden scale corresponding to the twelve celestial branches, such as Zi, Chou, Yin, Mao, and Chen, instantly enveloped the world.

Everything within a radius of hundreds of meters was full of dazzling golden light.

A huge corona appeared between heaven and earth.

"Click!"

"Click!"

"Click!"

It was as if an invisible hand was making the scale of the corona rotate continuously. At this moment, it seemed that time and space were reversed. The destroyed palaces, the bowls and chopsticks on the ground, the red walls and rubble, and the grass and trees turned into powder all appeared.

A golden light appeared in the sky.

In just a few breaths, a complete Changle Palace stood on the open space again, and everything around it returned to the time before an incense stick.

Everyone was shocked when they saw this.

"It is a Taoist immortal weapon, the Ascension Corona."

"I didn't expect that I would see such an immortal weapon in my lifetime."

"This thing can reverse time and repair everything, but it can't repair a person's three souls and six spirits, otherwise it would be against the reincarnation of heaven."

Many people looked at Lu Yunqing's position with regret.

Dead objects can be repaired, but how can a dead person be resurrected so easily?

If there is only one soul and one spirit left, perhaps the Taoist immortals can really do it.

If the soul is annihilated, and the three souls and six spirits are all dissipated, even the ancient immortals and saints cannot bring the dead back to life.

This chapter has fewer words because the plot later is very important, and there are many and diverse characters, which is difficult to write. I have to sort out the outline, so don't worry.