ah? The palace fighting system can also cultivate immortality

Chapter 232 Next Stop: Nine Yang Sect

A figure walked out from the billowing smoke and dust, with long hair tied up high, holding a halberd. The crescent-shaped blade was connected to the tip of the halberd through two small branches - with a single ear, so this was a Qinglong Halberd, not a Fangtian Halberd.

A crescent moon hangs on the tip of the sharp weapon, and its sharp point exudes an unparalleled murderous aura, which makes people become ferocious and their minds out of control. The spectators are terrified. In the face of this extremely frightening murderous intent, they may not even be able to hold the weapon tightly.

The Bingjie Corpse General in the Wuliang Miyuan is also the only corpse ghost here that can talk.

The heavily armored horse carried the corpse general on its back and galloped towards the direction of Duxinghe.

Da da da!

Along the way, the Qinglong Halberd was turning in the hands of the corpse general, and the bone horse trampled countless corpse soldiers. It didn't care whose bones it trampled. The four horse legs, which were only left with white bones, were supported by the blood mist, and transformed into bulging muscles.

The clashes between cultivators above the Nascent Soul stage are more about the comprehension of the rules of the Dao, as well as the endless stream of magic weapons, but the cunning ways of the military strategists also have their unusual aspects. If it weren't for Du Xinghe who possessed a dragon body, he would have been torn to pieces by the impact of the military strategist's corpse general Xiaoying.

Aggression, madness and endless killing constitute the protective evil spirit of military strategists.

Dragons are nothing special, they just have a strong life.

The corpse rode his horse back and forth a few steps, and a hint of annoyance appeared on his blurry face: "Why don't you leave?"

“I haven’t practiced enough.”

This sentence angered the corpse general. Its face twisted for a moment and it said, "You ignorant woman, do you really think we are here to train your troops? Do you really think I can't deal with you?"

In response, there was a falling star caused by the dragon's roar.

——No theory, just do it. This dragon is more like a monster affected by the raging energy of the military strategist.

"Come on, try to crush me."

The corpse was sure that it heard what could be described as joyful laughter from the female cultivator.

……

Three months passed, and the Wuliang Sect's Maze was also sealed off for three whole months.

When Du Xinghe was finally rescued by Emperor Ying Cang, he could no longer speak human language - the military strategy eroded rationality, and amid the deafening roar of killing, the primitive ferocity in the hearts of all living beings was activated, and language became secondary.

When monks practice in seclusion, they often stay away from the hustle and bustle of the world, seeking peace and tranquility.

However, who says that only tranquility can return to the origin?

The purest form of killing can also achieve the same effect, but it is a bit more laborious.

Under the dark red moon, the dragon girl was hanging on the arm of Emperor Ying Cang, covered in blood. The blood soaked his white robe, but he did not take it as an offense and let her remember her affairs bit by bit.

"who are you?"

"I'm your friend."

"Oh."

The young dragon took a break, and the scales on her body grew back. The corpse general's halberd scraped off all the scales on half of her body. She asked half a beat late, "Du Xinghe... My name is Du Xinghe, right? Who are we going to kill?"

"You have to ask yourself that."

"Aren't you my master or something?" Du Xinghe's consciousness was a little confused, and most of his thoughts were still immersed in the mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

"...No," Emperor Ying Cang was quite resistant to this identity. He emphasized: "I have never been your master, I am not now, and I will never be in the future."

"That's right, I do have a master."

Du Xinghe frowned, and the first face that came to his mind was that of Venerable Yuan Ming.

She shook her dragon's tail a little unhappily.

Is such a mediocre person qualified to be her master? After a moment, she remembered Master Rong Yu in order, and her expression eased slightly.

Well, Master Rongyu treats her well, and senior brother Zheng Tianlu and senior sister Wen Shuyu also love her. This is her master's school.

"Then you are not my master, why are you so nice to me?"

Just after dealing with one problem from Youlong, a new problem came up. She was like a little demon who had just awakened her intelligence. She had no sense of boundaries when treating others, and spoke very close to him as if it was a matter of course. As soon as Ying Cangdi turned his head, his nose brushed past hers.

Meeting her clear eyes, Ying Cangdi suddenly felt very tired.

Kind of...

As an older single mother, I finally got a chance to be alone with my loved one, but it ended up being exhausting taking care of the baby Vlog.

"Because I want your wish to come true."

With two bloody arms hooked around his neck, Young Dragon sneered, "Bullshit, it's obviously because you like me. I remember you confessed to me."

"..."

It's so difficult to take care of a naughty kid; he can hardly handle it.

Emperor Ying Cang turned his face away gently, and the blood mist around him was easily isolated, turning it into a pure land.

Just as he turned his face away, a dragon's tail, raised upward, poked his cheek, forcing him to turn his face back.

"I am speaking to you, Your Majesty."

She used the most respectful honorific in the most impolite tone.

"Well, what happened?"

Emperor Ying Cang seemed unmoved, but even the most solid barrier began to waver.

"I remember now. My wish is to become the number one person in the Heavenly Dao and kill Emperor Xuan," Du Xinghe said in his sleep with a brisk tone, "When I kill Emperor Xuan and inherit the true dragon born from the national destiny, won't I be the new emperor of the Immortal Dynasty? Then you can be my queen."

Emperor Ying Cang practiced cultivation for half his life and even didn't want his own Cang Dynasty anymore. But before he ascended to heaven, someone wanted to make him the queen.

He doesn't even want to be emperor.

Would you be interested in being the queen?

"Then it's settled."

Without a moment's pause, Emperor Ying Cang grabbed her dragon tail, as if afraid that she would regret it, and confirmed it again: "When you kill Emperor Xuan and become the number one person in the Heavenly Dao, let me be your queen."

It's ridiculous to say this.

Emperor Ying Cang loves to read the storybooks left by his sister. He has read them many times in the underground palace. He yearns for the seven emotions and six desires of others, but when it comes to himself, he is always shy and can't see it clearly. The less experienced one is, the easier it is to have fantastic ideas, regardless of gains and losses, regardless of logic, and once he thinks about it, he will do it. It just so happens that he is the one who is particularly capable.

The boning knife was sharper and the dragon's tail, which was colder, broke free from his hand.

"I have no interest in being an emperor... I just want to become stronger, and I don't want to coerce all the people to help me with my cultivation. Emperor Xuan and I are destined not to follow the same path."

Du Xinghe raised his face.

She spoke so freely and calmly, but her words were as sharp as if they were carved by a knife or an axe, forging her overwhelming ambition and arrogance.

As we talked, her human side gradually returned, and the dragon scales on her face faded away. Light poured into her purple glass-like pupils, reflecting a stunning brilliance: "Where is the next stop?"

In less than two breaths, the familiar feeling of alienation from Du Xinghe returned.

Emperor Ying Cang felt a little lost, but his consciousness was hopelessly attracted to her.

"Nine Yang Sect, Tomb of Ten Thousand Beasts."

All three major groups were assigned to her without missing a single one.