Chronicles of the Green Vine: A Mortal’s Path to Immortality

At the same time, the Dragon family members outside were still fiercely fighting.

As Long Zhi fully propelled the Dragon Scale Sword, an astonishing power of blood energy erupted from his body, and a cloud of blood mist condensed on his swelling arm.

Within the blood mist, a small, blood-red dragon coiled out.

The Dragon family's Grand Elder on the opposite side also unleashed an astonishing aura, and the Yellow Dragon Scroll was fully unfurled. Patches of colorful auspicious clouds gathered in the air, with a giant golden dragon coiling within the clouds.

A dragon's roar came from the sky.

For a moment, it was unclear whether it came from the blood dragon on Long Zhi's hand or the giant golden dragon.

But at that instant, a streak of blood flashed past, like a blood-colored shooting star, plunging into the colorful auspicious clouds.

Instantly, the sky, dyed with colorful clouds, darkened.

A violent fluctuation of spiritual power, accompanied by bursts of dragon roars, stirred the entire sky. A blood color faintly emerged in the dim sky.

The rolling seven-colored clouds had also become chaotic, and the sky seemed to have cracked open a blood-colored gash.

Immediately afterward, an ear-piercing whistling sound drowned out all other sounds. The shrill wind sounded like steel knives scraping against stone slabs, extremely unpleasant.

Along with this sound, streaks of blood pierced through the clouds and scattered down.

At the same time, the space also appeared distorted. At a glance, it looked like countless bizarre blood-colored rays wandering around.

As soon as these blood-colored rays landed on the mountain rocks below, the mountain rocks were instantly shattered into fragments by the powerful force.

Princess Lingxi, the golden-robed youth Long Chi, and the Pule Monk, who were standing below watching the battle, also transformed into遁光 and quickly retreated into the distance.

The three of them retreated more than ten miles away before reassessing the battlefield.

They saw two giant chaotic clouds colliding in the sky, like tornadoes, with occasional seven-colored glows and the spread of blood color.

"Sister, Grand Uncle will be alright, right?" Long Chi came to Princess Lingxi's side and asked with a pale face.

Princess Lingxi did not reply, still watching the battlefield with a detached expression, but a trace of sorrow appeared in her eyes.

Due to their bloodline, the Dragon family's cultivators were much stronger than ordinary cultivators. However, there had never been many members of their clan.

She never expected that these direct descendants would now be killing each other.

A streak of blood spread over, like a gale, scraping against the two of them. Long Chi grunted and unleashed a ball of fire, dispersing the blood.

But the resulting wind pressure also blew the two's robes, rustling.

The white silk veil on Princess Lingxi's face was also blown open, revealing the woman's true appearance. Although not a stunning beauty, she was still a lovely woman.

But when her gaze shifted to the right side of her face, a rhombus-shaped, water-blue patch was branded on it, looking like a birthmark.

This instantly ruined the woman's appearance.

On the other side, Pule Monk also put away his smile, staring expressionlessly at the center of the battlefield. At this moment, the ancient little bell he was holding in his hand was also trembling slightly.

The powerful power of the two spiritual treasures caused spatial vibrations, and the space in front of them fluctuated, which was sensed by the little bell.

"The Dragon Scale Sword of the Dragon family is indeed a murderous spiritual treasure. If its power is a little stronger, or if a Deity Transformation stage cultivator fully activates it, opening the sky with a single sword would probably not be a problem. Hehe, the corresponding Yellow Dragon Scroll is also very extraordinary."

His divine sense penetrated the chaotic clouds and could see the golden dragon on the Yellow Dragon Scroll breathing out seven-colored spiritual light, instantly sealing most of the Dragon Scale Sword's power.

This offensive and defensive pair of spiritual treasures can be said to be the Dragon family's confidence in controlling most of the Eastern Region.

Pule Monk suddenly thought that the Dragon family had three spiritual treasures, but besides the Dragon Scale Sword and the Yellow Dragon Scroll, few people knew what the third spiritual treasure was.

Even his master didn't seem to know, only saying that the third spiritual treasure didn't seem to be a spiritual treasure used for combat.

At this time, the little bell in Pule Monk's hand had returned to calm, but then the little bell suddenly vibrated and emitted a clear chime.

This made Pule Monk's face change slightly, but at this moment, there were no spatial cracks or other spatial fluctuations around. He carefully sensed it and instantly turned his head to look east, in the direction of the water light like a sea.

"Just now, a spatial fluctuation suddenly appeared over there, and now it has disappeared again. Could it be a wandering spatial rift?" He looked at the little bell in his hand. The treasure only rang once before returning to calm.

Space is not static, it can be said that it is changing every moment. Although the entire Human Realm space is stable, sometimes, spatial rifts will inexplicably appear in some areas, but they will instantly heal.

Especially when cultivators with profound cultivation fight, erupting with powerful spiritual power, causing an impact.

The spatial fluctuation sensed in the distance just now may be this type of situation.

As soon as this thought emerged in Pule Monk's mind, the little bell in his hand rang again. It shocked his thoughts back. He immediately realized that the spatial rift in the distance did not seem to appear for no reason.

He immediately released his divine sense and explored in that direction. After two or three breaths, he revealed a trace of surprise, "There are other cultivators hidden here."

The person the little monk sensed was none other than Zhang Ling.

Two hundred miles away from the battlefield, on the eastern waters, Zhang Ling was flying at top speed, and a large wave of water was rising behind him.