Chapter 653 Ten Thousand Dragon Soul Orb

"Did you make it?"

In today's outside world, in the waters above the Dragon Palace in the South China Sea, countless chariots of great figures have gathered.

The elders of the Xianmeng, the Emperor of the Nine Heavens, the Old Xiu of Yilou, the ancestors of the South China Sea, and the heads of various families with extraordinary identities, all of them were earth-shattering people, but at this moment, their faces were all dignified. Watching the red light on the South China Sea disappear, there was an indescribable complexity in their eyes. Some people felt a little relaxed, while others felt regretful, even sad, and lost.

"Old man, didn't you say that it might succeed this time?"

In the silence, someone spoke in a deep voice, it was Mr. Taixu from the Immortal League, he looked at the white-haired Yilou Laoxiu, with a touch of emotion on his face, and said in a low voice: "The plan was so good, so many good people were selected to go in, how could it be..."

The old Xiu from Yilou glanced at him, and his eyes seemed a little complicated at this moment.

After a while, he glanced towards the north, and said lightly: "The inside of Xianmeng is not clean..."

Mr. Taixu suddenly sank, with flames rising in his eyes, but he didn't know how to answer for a while.

Not only him, but also many people around fell silent. In fact, before they rushed to the South China Sea, they had already passed some secret methods and knew that other people followed into the dragon's trace. Not to mention other guesses, just this one thing, can't it be judged that someone in the Immortal League leaked the secret of this operation, which led to so many accidents?

Just, who is that person?

This matter is too serious and complicated, so that no one dares to guess casually.

They just flashed through the minds of the big figures of the Xianmeng who were usually crazy about things, and their expressions became more and more dignified.

"But no matter what, the world will have another twenty years of peace!"

The old man Yilou was silent for a long time before he sighed and said, "It's just that this heavy burden was finally carried by a little girl!"

All the cultivators around did not know how to answer, and there was depression in the silence.

Mr. Taixu said in a low voice: "Such a heavy burden shouldn't be given to a young person like her, it's too early..."

"The old man thinks the same as you!"

The old man in Yilou sighed, and said: "Such little dolls are still too immature. No matter what their cultivation level is, after all, they have been in this world for too short a time. They haven't experienced too much of the beauty of this world, don't know enough about this world, and don't have much affection. I didn't agree with the plan before, because I was worried that such a little girl still didn't understand the weight of responsibility.

"Of course you underestimate my Linger, all of you underestimate her!"

Suddenly there was a deep voice next to her. The voice was full of anger and a hint of pride, but it was the ancestor of Nanhai. She held the dragon's head and walking stick tightly in her hand, and said solemnly: "I have told girl Luo the whole truth since she was very young. I never thought of hiding it from her. This girl was also scared at first and wanted to run away. She even found a silly child to save her. !"

When she was talking, the crutch in her hand was already tightly squeezed by her: "You said you were afraid that she would be too young to bear the heavy burden? Hehe, isn't it because she is young that she shouldered this heavy burden without hesitation? Some people used to blame why Laoshou had to try another method, thinking that I was reluctant to part with her life, that Linger dared not take this responsibility... If she hadn't always wanted to take on this heavy burden, why had she been waiting in the dragon trail? With her ability, if she wanted to escape, who could Stop her?"

The old ancestor of Nanhai's words were very harsh and angry, and he was simply cursing people publicly.

But at this time, no one dared to refute her words, and could only listen quietly, in silence.

Only the patriarchs and others of many aristocratic families, at this time, are no less sad than the ancestors of Nanhai. They naturally understand what this result means now. So many Taoists and Tianjiao entered the Dragon Trail before, in order to delay the catastrophe in another way. There is no need for the little saint of the South China Sea to take that step, but the little saint of the South China Sea finally walked out, which means...

"So what if it succeeds?"

There was a young patriarch who suddenly couldn't help shouting: "The loss is too heavy! The loss is too heavy. It is obvious that there is no need to lose so many people, and it is obvious that the problem can be solved by using the plan directly, but it is still necessary to let so many Tianjiao Daozi go in and fight for their lives. Now that they are desperate, but still use the original plan, then the loss of these people, isn't it..."

"...Doesn't it mean that you die in vain?"

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"Patriarch of the Liu Family, shut up!"

"Brother Liu Dao, be careful!"

The words of the patriarch of the small family undoubtedly represented the voices of many hearts, and there were some emotional changes at this time.

But soon, there were also many people nearby who shouted and secretly reminded.

Because at this time, the little ancestor of South China Sea had already looked at him with cold eyes, without concealing the murderous intent in his eyes, and said solemnly: "These Tianjiao shouldn't go in and fight their lives, and shouldn't be sent to death. Then my family's Ling'er deserves to be sacrificed by you as soon as he comes up?"

"You don't want her to sacrifice, but didn't she still end up with this result?"

The Patriarch of the Liu family was intimidated by this power, his face softened, and he dared not say any more, but this sentence resounded in many people's hearts.

After intimidating the Patriarch of the Liu family, the anger of the ancestor of the Nanhai family did not disappear. He suddenly looked at Yi Lou Laoxiu coldly, and said solemnly: "Old monster, I'm afraid you think so too. If the method of those Tianjiao juniors succeeds, of course it can delay the catastrophe, but those sleeping dragon souls will not reach your hands. And when my family Linger took that step, those dragon souls are in your pocket. So, in fact, in your heart, you also want my family Linger to take this step right?"

"Dragon Soul?"

Hearing these words suddenly, except for a few distinguished people, everyone else was startled.

Through this sentence, they suddenly guessed a lot...

……I see!

This time, besides sealing the Three-Inch Spirit Mountain and delaying the catastrophe, entering the Dragon Trace also has such a purpose!

Those dragon souls are the most terrifying existence among the dragon traces. They are all left by the great sages of the dragon clan in the ancient times.

No wonder, they are not worried about the sacrifice of that arrogant junior...

...It turns out that even from the standpoint of doing business, they can earn back their original income!

"It's just... can the dragon soul really be brought out?"

"How many dragon souls are there?"

"Is it possible to assign it to your own small family?"

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All of a sudden, more and more aristocratic families and orthodoxy understood these things, and their eyes became a little dignified. They secretly communicated and discussed, and their eyes were red. After all, this dragon soul is too rare, and its influence is too great...

boom!

But at this moment, ten miles away from them, ripples suddenly appeared in the void, like ripples on the surface of water, and in the center of the ripples, they spread outward continuously, layer by layer, and gradually formed a channel, and in that channel, there were waves of extremely abundant spiritual energy radiating out.

"Dragon trace channel opened?"

Everyone cheered up and hurriedly raised their heads to look forward.

Even the great figures such as the ancestors of the South China Sea were slightly moved at this time, with anxious eyes.

That passage seemed to lead to a certain dilapidated mountain. It was about a li long.

It was Fang Yuan who walked in front, and he looked silent and mournful at this time, holding a faint red bead in his hand, and behind him, Song Longzhu, Xu Yuren and others followed.

"Only... only these people?"

Someone watched them come out, and suddenly cried out in a sad voice.

There was a commotion in the crowd, and I don't know how many people raised their hearts tightly.

When entering the Dragon Trail, there were thirty-six highly cultivated and promising Taoist disciples...

...And among the people who have come out now, count all of them, is it enough for ten?

Some people feel sad from it, especially those who had their own sons enter the dragon trail before, but now they have not seen them come out.

For a moment, the grief in my heart is unstoppable;

Some people also saw the figure of their own Tianjiao appearing in the passage, and they were overjoyed for a while.

The Taoist nun next to the ancestor of Wangqing Island in the South China Sea saw Fang Yuan coming out alone at the front, and her eyes suddenly turned red. Although they already knew the result, they still looked inside hard, hoping to see a figure...

And amidst the complicated emotions, some people just stared at the bead in Fang Yuan's hand.

There was surprise and hesitation on their faces, like a mountain roaring and a tsunami.

"The breath of that bead..."

"Is the dragon soul sealed inside?"

"Each one is comparable to the dragon soul of the god-turning powerhouse, but there are so many?"

In addition to being pleasantly surprised, I discovered something, and suddenly my face changed drastically: "No, why is this bead that seals the dragon soul in the hands of the leader of the Six Paths, and, how do you feel, that bead is so closely connected with his soul?"