Crack...Golden lightning flashed. Ning Wufeng could only watch as Lan Zhang"s tentacles reached him and then was cut down by the golden lightning.
At the same time, Jin Lei also hacked towards him.
He struggled to turn the Green Stone Blood Monument and hoisted it over his head. Golden lightning constantly glinted as it entered the Green Stone Blood Monument.
The blood monument was like a sponge, impolitely absorbing the golden lightning.
Ning Wufeng was shocked. He never thought that this green stone blood monument would actually have such great abilities. Even though a Spirit Stage demon"s body was extremely powerful, it was still able to block the golden lightning. And the blood monument could actually swallow golden thunder.
He turned his head to look behind him. The reinforcements from the Dragon Palace had arrived. The Sixth Prince of Dragon stared at him menacingly, the four cultivators" faces filled with embarra.s.sment and annoyance.
However, no one dared to take even half a step into this forbidden area.
"This group of idiots wasted a treasure like the Green Stone Blood Tablet just like that." Ning Wufeng pursed his lips.
After all, the Green Stone Blood Monument was a symbol of the forbidden area to the people of the Dragon Palace. Who would dare to unscrupulously pull out the Blood Monument and treat them as a weapon?
Ning Wufeng was facing off against the Limestone Blood Monument. Even if the reinforcements from the Dragon Palace had arrived, there was nothing they could do about it. He gritted his teeth and headed deeper into the forbidden area.
"Sixth Brother, where is that person?"
The tears on Xiao Jiu"s face had not dried yet. He looked towards the back of the Sixth Prince, hoping to see Ning Wufeng"s figure.
Behind her, on top of the carriage stood a tall yellow-clothed youth with slanted eyebrows and shining eyes. Calm and collected. With a wave of his hand, he gave off the aura of a superior.
"Greetings, third prince."
As the four Spirit Stage cultivators fell to their knees together, the group of shrimp soldiers and crab generals also knelt down.
The Sixth Prince"s expression was ugly, but he still lowered his head in front of the newcomer, "Greetings third brother."
The Third Prince of the Dragon Palace, the leader of the Dragon Palace, the Dragon King who was in closed-door training, the third prince in charge, and the Dragon Palace with no major details, were all managed by him in a neat and orderly manner.
There were even rumors circulating in the Dragon Palace. In time, the Third Prince would soar into the sky and unite the four seas.
"Sixth Brother, I"m talking to you." Xiao Jiu was getting a little impatient, his voice sounded like he was crying. It wasn"t easy for her to find someone who had a good time and was gone just like that.
Third Prince Long"s golden eyes swept across the crowd and smiled faintly, "What? Did thieves enter the Dragon Palace? "
The surroundings were a mess, and many of the shrimp soldiers and crab generals had wounds on their bodies. Even the Sixth Prince Long had wounds on his body. The aura of the Spirit Stage cultivators such as the Dragon Turtle fluctuated violently. It was evident that they had just experienced a battle.
"Third brother, it"s a youth that barged into the Dragon Palace." "He stole a flute from our Dragon Palace. Sixth Brother and everyone is looking into it."
"Young man?" Third Prince Long said indifferently. His entire body was exuding an imposing aura, even his pause made the normally unruly sixth prince"s heart sink.
"What kind of strength? Is it worth it for you all to gather so many people? "
"Strength?" The Sixth Prince"s face turned ugly. Dragon Turtle and the others revealed looks of shame.
"Speak." Third Prince Long"s voice was faint, but it was suffused with an irrefutable resolve.
"The State of Invigorated Meridian."
"Such a promising future." His voice was neither salty nor indifferent, his pale golden eyes swept across the four people of Dragon Turtle, "Is an Invigorated Meridian Realm cultivator worth the four Dragon Palace"s heaviest ministers" help?"
"I wonder where he is now?" I"m interested in seeing him. "
Even the Third Prince Long hadn"t thought that an Invigorated Meridian Realm cultivator would cause such a ruckus in the Dragon Palace.
"Enter …" "He went in." Prince Long Liu stammered as he pointed at the forbidden grounds of the Dragon Palace behind him.
"He went in?" The Third Prince"s gaze shifted towards the pitch-black forbidden grounds. There was not a single ripple in that place, and his pupils couldn"t help but constrict.
Within the forbidden area.
Gold and lightning flowed, falling in sheets. Every single strand of land was taken care of by the golden thunder.
The power of the golden lightning was astonishing. Even Spirit Stage cultivators would find it difficult to resist it, let alone Ning Wufeng.
Qin Lie carefully hid under the Green Stone Blood Tablet. His vision of the forbidden area was severely obstructed, and even his soul consciousness was greatly suppressed.
More importantly, Ning Wufeng had expended a lot of energy before, and now he no longer had the energy to control his primordial spirit.
Crack * There was the sound of bones breaking.
Not long after he entered the forbidden area, Ning Wufeng discovered that it was made up of piles of bones. Endless white bones as far as the eye could see, he didn"t know what sort of earth-shattering changes had occurred here.
However, these white bones were able to survive in the golden lightning for a long time. It could be seen how powerful these white bones were when they were alive.
Ning Wufeng walked slowly, aimlessly. He staggered and almost fell to the ground.
He struggled to pick up a long bone and propped up the Green Stone Blood Monument, squeezing out a triangular s.p.a.ce.
Ning Wufeng fell to the ground with a thump.
Gold and lightning interweaved outside as they crackled and fell onto the white bones. There was no sign of life in the world.
Ning Wufeng fell into a deep sleep.
What Ning Wufeng did not expect was that in the forbidden area interweaved by golden lightning and thunder, a red-haired old man wearing a golden robe and red hair walked over. He looked as haggard as a withered tree, and his golden robe was already torn to shreds.
Countless bolts of golden lightning interweaved and fell on his body, causing his clothes and hair to become even more unkempt. However, Jin Lei didn"t harm him at all.
Even Spirit Stage Demonic Beasts were unable to withstand this bolt of golden lightning. Like a shower of rain, it smashed onto the old man"s body. He was completely fine.
If Ning Wufeng was awake and saw this, the green stone and blood stone he was holding would definitely fall down and smash into his feet.
Such strength!
The old man looked confused as he slowly walked over. Looking at the unconscious Ning Wufeng, he was expressionless.
However, when he saw the blue stone and the b.l.o.o.d.y words on it, a gleam of light flashed across his eyes before they quickly dimmed.
The red-haired old man leaned expressionlessly against the azure stone blood monument.
After an unknown period of time, Ning Wufeng slowly opened his eyes. The golden lightning interweaved. He took a deep breath.
Fortunately, as the golden lightning interweaved with each other, the world was filled with a rich golden Spiritual Energy. This could not be considered bad.
Ning Wufeng sat cross-legged, his Nine Spiritual Pulse surging. Dense golden spiritual energy continuously entered his body. The four spirit cavities glowed with a brilliant light.
"True Meaning of the Metal Origin — Concentrate on One Lance."
The golden primordial spirit in his sea of consciousness also sat upright, quickly refining the golden spiritual energy. The true meaning of the metal attribute unceasingly surfaced in his mind.
The whole process of concentrating and shooting appeared in Ning Wufeng"s mind once again.
An overflowing golden aura filled the air as a beam of golden light pierced through the skies. Ning Wufeng combined his combat experience from that day and continued to condense the spear.
The Spear Intent became more and more powerful, and the golden primordial spirit also began to exude a sharp aura.
"What is the true meaning of origin?"
An ethereal voice suddenly resounded from the sky.
"True intent of the Origin?" Ning Wufeng was currently in a mysterious state. When he heard these words, he was stunned for a moment, and then he muttered to himself,
"True intent source energy." The true meaning was the appearance of all living things in the world. The use of spirit arts was a simulation of a variety of appearances. The swift sword ray was like the speed of light; the thick hammer technique was like the power of a mountain. The elegant movement technique was like an autumn leaf. And the true meaning of the Origin Energy is the driving force behind these layers of appearance. "
"Thrust?" The ethereal figure muttered in a low voice, as if someone was mumbling in a hollow valley.
"Then what is the true meaning of metal elemental energy?"
The true essence of metal … the essence of metal! The sharpness of the spear, the speed, and the thickness were all manifestations of the metal"s true meaning. "The true meaning of metal essence lies behind everything that is formed by the golden spirit energy."
"Is that so?" The voice whispered.
"Then, what is the first stage of your "Metal Elemental Truth"?"
"I am." The awl dropped down onto the cloth bag and, unwilling to be bound by the bag, pierced through, revealing its sharpness. It"s unyielding. Even if I am suppressed and bound, I have to break through the layers of defenses and be fearless. " Ning Wufeng said clearly.
His voice was loud like a bell, and the golden spirit energy between heaven and earth seemed to be controlled by someone as it constantly rushed towards him.
"Nothing can block the will of one"s heart."
Ning Wufeng was also getting more and more clear about what he was thinking and feeling through these questions. The golden spiritual energy around his body became denser and denser, and the golden light condensed in his sea of consciousness became even more dazzling.
He focused his attention on one spear strike.
There was nothing the spear could do.
This was the first stage of the Golden Origin true intent that he had comprehended.
He had not expected the forbidden area to be a paradise for him. Here, Ning Wufeng was able to sort out his previous confusion and confusion.
His strength had improved by leaps and bounds, but that did not mean that he had lost all sense of direction.
Only by knowing the reason would one be able to go even further.
Ning Wufeng could clearly hear the voice in his heart, and he was especially grateful for it. Perhaps it was the spirit of the previous sage, guiding him in the forbidden area.
Thinking of this, his heart immediately filled with confidence. He could pa.s.s through even the Dragon Palace forbidden area.
He carried the green stone blood monument on his back, but it seemed as if the stone tablet had become heavier. Moreover, the rich spiritual energy was still lingering around and was on the verge of becoming denser.
What was going on?
Ning Wufeng was bewildered. He used all his strength and lifted up the blood monument. With a "gong" sound, a figure fell at his feet.
It was actually a person!
Ning Wufeng was very surprised, he never thought that someone would be able to stay so long within the interweaving lightning bolts. The lightning bolts landed on his body, causing his robe to tear, but his hair remained unharmed.
What a strong defense.
He was inwardly alarmed. Could it be that the voice from before came from his mouth? Was the gathering of spiritual energy also due to him?
He didn"t think that he would recover so quickly. He was touched by this person"s brilliance. He thought that it was because of his natural talent that he had obtained the guidance of the previous saint.
It seemed like it was all because of this old man.
Ning Wufeng hurriedly rebuilt the Green Stone Blood Monument. It was just that for such a small area, it was rather crowded for two people to squeeze through.
He managed to set up a lean-to. However, in the next moment, an extremely shocked fluctuation of spiritual energy came from the body of the red-haired old man.
Waves of spiritual power gushed out like a tidal wave, pushing Ning Wufeng out of the way in an instant.
And behind him was the interweaving golden lightning. Touch it and he would die.