939: Chapter 264 Ji Feixue’s Past_2 939: Chapter 264 Ji Feixue’s Past_2 This matter could be asked about upon returning.
Logically, Divine God Beasts of the same clan shouldn’t be forming factions; that behavior suited swarms of flies and packs of dogs more.
Divine God Beasts had fewer concerns, especially the Four Spirits!
Among their own kin, they were absolutely trustworthy.
In the scene, Meng Xiao struck down with a roar, scolding, “From the moment you chose the surname Ji instead of Meng, I knew you were a traitor of the Dragon Clan!
You indeed refused to become a True Dragon even after passing the Heavenly Tribulation!
And now you stand by this person’s side!”
He struck at Ji Feixue again and again, each blow heavy with hate, wishing he could tear her apart with his bare hands.
In the scene, Ji Feixue looked to be only at the level of Stepping Sky Four-fold; aside from using the Dragon Scales from her mother to defend, she had no other means to contend with a Divine God Dragon of Opening Heaven Six-fold.
There was a flash of white light beneath her feet, a Magical Treasure, which could seemingly Break Air to escape, but she did not do so.
She just desperately defended herself.
The Scholar had already stopped apologizing behind her and turned to look at the beaten Ji Feixue, his eyes filled with confusion and struggle.
He seemed to want to help her but was stopped by something; iron chains appeared in his eyes as if binding his Divine God Soul.
The Scholar’s breathing grew rapid, his eyes turning bright red.
The other three Azure Dragons were already roaring and charging at him, unwilling to lay their hands on Ji Feixue.
But this Scholar had lost an Azure Dragon and stolen Finger bones.
Even if they spared him for Yue’er’s sake, they should still have stripped him of his Tao Cultivation and imprisoned him.
At the very least, the Finger bones should be snatched back!
“Roar!” A giant roared above the sea and finally leapt through the waves; from above the Nine Heavens, a Roc also dived down, and three Azure Dragons collided with the Scholar.
With a loud crash, the Finger bones that had just fallen into the Scholar’s hands were knocked flying, breaking through the space with unknown destination.
The battle between the three Azure Dragons and the Scholar halted; they all followed the space towards the Finger bones, the three Azure Dragons with eyes full of anger, while the Scholar had a face of panic, as though he had lost his relatives, completely at a loss.
Right then, a tinkling sound of a cowbell rang out, and from the horizon, a figure riding a Yellow Bull with a Child, walked through the air.
At first glance, they were still at the horizon, perhaps even outside the Mystery Huang World; at the next glance, they had already landed in front of everyone.
But he was not breaking through the space to get here; rather, he arrived leisurely, seemingly slow yet arriving in the blink of an eye, yet it was not the use of the Power of Time.
This was a method unknown to Su He.
The Yellow Bull trod steadily forward, and the old Taoist opened his palm to reveal the Golden Pagoda lying in his hand, under which the Finger bones were Suppressed.
“Fellow Taoists, if you continue fighting, the East Sea will shatter,” he said.
The crowd fell silent, the Scholar staring fixedly at the Finger bones, “Master…
the bone…”
The Taoist smiled, “This bone, if Wang Mountain were to take it away, would you have any objections?”
The Azure Dragons did not speak further, immersed in thought until finally one Azure Dragon nodded, “Agreed!”
The Taoist then turned to look at the Scholar who, this time, actually dismounted from the Yellow Bull and performed a deep bow to the Scholar, “Sir, would it be acceptable for Wang Mountain to take this item?”
The Scholar looked at the Taoist, then at the Finger bones, his eyes hesitating, struggling, “The Finger bones…
Master…
to Wang Mountain…”
While he was speaking, the red light in his eyes gradually faded, as if the presence of Wang Mountain was not unacceptable to him.
As he spoke, he gradually retreated, the torn bookcase rising again from the sea and resettling on his back, and the scattered puppets over the sea also flew up, resettling in the bookcase.
He looked at the Taoist retreating, gradually walking away, then turned and walked into the illusion, disappearing from sight.
He didn’t glance at the Azure Dragons again, nor did he look at Ji Feixue.
It was as if he truly did not recognize his own daughter.
Su He observed the Finger bones in the Taoist’s hands.
A thought suddenly emerged — was the Finger bones what Thai Zu had sent him to steal?
In the Great Sun Tomb, the Sealed Emperor Old Ancestor possessed a trace of primal force, and this Finger bones related to the origin, lacked the eerie, oppressive sensation from the pitch-black Great Sun that Su He felt.
Instead, the aura emitted from the Finger bones through the Golden Pagoda felt extremely comfortable.
If these Finger bones were remnants of the origin, they certainly were from their side’s remains of the origin.
Is the origin a person?
Su He’s eyes lit up, but he shook his head moments later, probably not.
Before coming here, Thai Zu had mentioned going back seventy thousand years ago or eight or nine hundred thousand years ago.
This meant that at least nine hundred thousand years ago, the object to be stolen was supposed to have already been in Wang Mountain, and only now had these Finger bones reached there.
As Su He thought this, the scene before him gradually shattered, turning into an Azure Dragon soaring above the Nine Heavens.
Azure Dragon Meng Xiao!
This was Ji Feixue’s test, if she could overcome it, she could break through the Third Layer; if not, she could only remain here.
Amidst this, Ji Feixue’s killing intent surged wildly, fixating on the materializing Azure Dragon.
Without waiting for Su He to speak, she had already leapt up.
It seemed…
she had been waiting for this moment all along!
She didn’t use any Magic skill or Divine Skills, her Immortal Sword fluttered transforming into a Horizontal Sword, and with a leap, she chopped down.
Directly at the Dragon head.
With a crisp sound, the Horizontal Sword and Dragon Horn broke simultaneously.
Meng Xiao roared, his eyes blazing with fury, “Traitor!”
The roar exploded like thunder, as if genuinely seeing a betrayer of the Dragon Clan, his murderous intent boiling over, and in an instant, dark clouds rolled across the sky.
He had no consciousness; it was merely an imitation from the tomb, using a voice from a previous illusion that could provoke Ji Feixue’s anger the most.
Ji Feixue’s eyes chilled, her broken Horizontal Sword shining briefly as it restored itself, and she chopped down again.
Meng Xiao roared, a Shield materializing before him with a loud crash blocking Ji Feixue’s Horizontal Sword.
Dragon Clan’s Divine Power: Hundred Weapons!
Capable of transforming at will into various weapons, each with a distinctive function, similar to Ji Feixue’s current Immortal Sword, where a single strike aimed to heal.