Suddenly, the pagoda in Li Jing's hand started to shake violently.
Li Jing realized that something was wrong. He quickly raised his hand and performed a hand seal. He injected spirit energy into the Seven Treasures Exquisite Pagoda in an attempt to suppress its abnormal movements.
The spell was obviously ineffective, and the pagoda shook even more violently.
Suddenly, spiritual light shot out from the pagoda.
The Seven Treasures Exquisite Pagoda was broken by a powerful force from within.
It started to explode from the inside out!
A purple-gold dragon rushed out.
The little White Dragon siblings also rushed out with the giant dragon.
A scroll painting hung above their heads.
The dragon came from the painting.
Rumble! Rumble! The sound of thunder reverberated through the sky.
The dragon roared. This roar contained endless power.
The Heavenly Soldiers with lower cultivation levels were shaken out of their souls by this sound.
When the other people who were still alive saw the giant dragon in the sky, their legs went weak and they did not dare to move.
"Ao Cheng of the West Sea Dragon Race greets the Ancestral Dragon!”The West Sea Dragon King had already confirmed that the purple-gold dragon was the Ancestral Dragon.
He knelt on the ground with an excited expression.
This was the ancestor of their dragon race. They did not expect to see its glory one day.
It seemed that the little White Dragon's strength could advance by leaps and bounds precisely because it had obtained the Ancestral Dragon's inheritance.
" With the protection of our ancestors, the Dragon Tribe will prosper…" Dragon King prayed in his heart.
At this moment, Li Jing had already been knocked to the ground by the power of the pagoda's explosion, spitting out blood.
His body was on the verge of collapse, and his soul was already unstable.
The backlash was too powerful.
Could it be that the purple-gold dragon just now was the ancestor of the dragon race?
When Li Jing became a god, the Ancestral Dragon had already died. He had only heard of the Ancestral Dragon's name in the legends.
The Ancestor of Ten Thousand Dragons was once the number one person below the Saints.
His physical body was strong, formed by the combination of the four elements and the Qi of Chaos.
He didn't need to rely on magic power or magic treasures. Just his physical strength was enough to suppress all enemies.
However, the Ancestral Dragon had died for a long time, so how could it appear in the human world?
What exactly had the little White Dragon siblings experienced? Not only had their cultivation increased greatly, but they had also obtained such a treasure.
At this moment, something happened that left Li Jing and the West Sea Dragon King dumbfounded.
After the golden dragon circled in the sky, it flew straight towards the scroll painting.
After entering the scroll, he instantly turned into a carp and lay quietly in the painting.
It was as if it was just a painting from beginning to end.
The painting was originally flickering with light.
However, after the dragon flew into the painting, it lost its luster.
Li Jing's intuition told him that the painting scroll seemed to be a Dharma treasure that was far superior to his Seven Treasures Exquisite Pagoda.
Since when did the Dragon Clan have such a treasure?!
The West Ocean was adjacent to Mount Innerheart. Could it be…
Li Jing suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.
Could it be that the West Ocean had already established a relationship with that person in Mount Innerheart?!
When the little White Dragon siblings first entered the pagoda, they thought that they didn't have long to live.
Before he could cultivate the technique on the painting, he might die in the Linglong Pagoda.
Just as the evil spirit in the tower rushed up, the two of them used the Dragon Abyss Nine Revolutions together to block the evil spirit and the ten thousand rays of light in the tower.
The seven magic treasures in the tower also followed.
They attacked them.
In just a moment, they could no longer hold on.
Just as they were in despair.
Suddenly, the scroll that he carried with him flashed with light, protecting them within the golden light.
The evil spirits didn't dare to come forward, and the light from the other magic treasures couldn't hurt them either.
Then, the carp in the painting actually came to life and transformed into the Ancestral Dragon again, bringing them out of the pagoda.
Ye Qingyang had casually drawn the scroll, but the power it could unleash was no weaker than a Connate cardinal treasure.
In addition, it was compatible with the little White Dragon sibling's attributes.
Naturally, it easily broke through the restraints of the Seven Treasures Exquisite Pagoda.
It was just that the Dao Aura in the painting would be used less and less every time, and there would be a long interval between each use.
It was still much inferior to a true Connate cardinal treasure.
However, it was enough to resolve the crisis of the little White Dragon and the other two.
Xiao Longnu carefully put the scroll away.
If there was a chance in the future, he would definitely visit his benefactor.
They were saved again.
"Sister, we can't stay in the West Ocean Dragon Palace anymore.”
The little White Dragon made up its mind. It had to find a place to focus on cultivating.
If they stayed in the West Ocean Dragon Palace, they would only bring disaster to this place.
"You're right. The West Ocean will be safer if we leave.”
Xiao Longnu nodded.
They bowed three times to the Dragon King of the Western Dragon in unison, then turned around and flew toward the east.
"Father…take care!"
With their combined efforts, the uncontrollable Heavenly Net could not stop them at all.
They easily rushed out.
Dragon King looked at their departing figures and waved his hand. His eyes were actually a little moist.
This was the first time in tens of thousands of years that he had such an emotion.
Then, he glanced at Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King on the ground.
The latter's spirit was scattered, and his breath was like a gossamer. He did not have long to live.
If he was treated in time, he might still be saved.
" West Sea Dragon King, send me back to the Heavenly Court quickly…"
Li Jing ordered in a weak tone.
Dragon King of the West Sea glanced at him. The boundless sea water carried his magic power and poured into his mouth and nose, eroding his last life force. Then, it sealed his almost defeated soul, making it impossible for him to break free.
Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King had fallen.
He was already on the verge of death.
The sea was the territory of the West Sea Dragon King.
It was simply too easy to kill him silently.
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Spirited Mountain, Great Thunderclap Temple
Gautama Buddha's eyelids twitched unconsciously.
Something bad was about to happen again.
Originally, as a Buddhist World Venerable, he could easily investigate the heavenly secrets before the tribulation began.
Very few matters of the Three Realms could escape his eyes.
However, ever since Subhuti's death, he had been unable to predict the events that had occurred one after another.
Not only had the secrets of Mount Innerheart been concealed, he couldn't even predict the situation of Marshal Canopy, the key figure of the White Dragon.
Speaking of which, he had sent Tian Peng to Mount Innerheart so that he could scout out the situation.
In the end, after he came out, not only did he injure Manjushri, but he also said that he did not see anything. He only patrolled around the mountain and there was nothing unusual.
How could there be no abnormalities?
If there were no abnormalities, how could he, a third generation disciple of the Celestial Sect of Wonders, injure Wen Shu?
He had to find Master Xuandu to pry open this pig's mouth.
As for Mount Innerheart,
He had tried all the methods he could think of.
At first, he thought that his cultivation was not high enough, so he went to the Human Realm Upon Heavens to find Zhunti and Jieyin.
He wanted to find a solution.
However, the answer of these two Saints was also that it could not be deduced.
Patriarch Subhuti and the Buddha of Delight were both dead on Mount Innerheart.
All kinds of phenomena indicated that there must be a mastermind behind this.
Such strength was very likely intentional by a certain Saint.
However, even Saints were restricted by Dao Ancestors. In Heaven's Beyond, they were not allowed to interfere with the affairs of the Three Realms.
What kind of foreshadowing could be buried in Mount Innerheart?
A moment later, Tathagata sensed something, so he followed his intuition and asked,"
"Have any of you seen the Golden-Winged Great Eagle recently?”
For some reason, he suddenly thought of his uncle.
Thinking about it carefully, she had not seen him for some time.
She did not hear any news about him.
Previously, he could still hear the Dragon Clan complaining every now and then, but they were all sent away by him.
Recently, there were no complaints.
Everyone in the hall looked at each other and shook their heads, indicating that they had never seen him before.
Tathagata could only close his eyes and pinch the flower, trying to deduce.
Strange? He couldn't even deduce the whereabouts of the Golden-Winged Roc, and he couldn't even find a trace of his aura in the Three Realms.
Did something happen to him?
Tathagata had a bad premonition…
"Little White Dragon…Dragon Tribe…Golden-Winged Great Eagle…West Ocean…Mount Innerheart!”
Tathagata suddenly opened his eyes.
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