Chapter 408: The remaining treasures of Daluo!

Liang Hui did not retract his gaze until the three monsters completely left the bone bridge and disappeared.

The coldness in his eyes faded.

If it were usual, he would definitely take action at the first moment and kill the three monsters instead of letting them leave peacefully.

Call ~
He exhaled a breath, took a step forward, and continued to comprehend.

He took one step at a time, day after day passed, and one creature after another walked past him, heading to the end to compete for the treasure.

And he was alone in this remote place, quickly completing his transformation.

Forty years!
Forty years later, a slender figure walked across the bridge to the end.

It was a vast continent, charred, torn, and bloody, filling the vision and full of traces of the war.

"The fighting was brutal."

The young man chuckled with a wanton smile on his face.

He raised his head and looked towards the east, sensing the dragon's might, and his smile became more unbridled.

"Three Dragon Lords, I am here. I hope you will allow me to enjoy myself for a while."

After taking a step forward, the figure disappeared from the spot.

……

In the east of the continent, a ruined stone temple stands among the mountains.

Although the stone temple is dilapidated, it is extremely simple and ancient, and bears the vicissitudes of time.

The three sea dragon kings of the West, South and North, as well as the mermaid who was once killed, are all here.

They sat cross-legged on the ground, facing a mural, with strands of demonic energy rising from their bodies, carrying an inexplicable Taoist charm that caused the mural to tremble constantly.

Click!Click!
Stone chips fell and wisps of red mist rose from the murals.

The three Dragon Kings looked solemn, the seals in their hands became more and more complicated, and the demonic energy rising from their bodies was like pythons, brushing across the murals, and they seemed to be communicating with each other.

boom!
With a low roar, the mural suddenly fell off and flew towards the Dragon King of the East China Sea.

At this moment, the three dragon kings and the mermaid all had happy expressions on their faces.

"As expected, this is a scene involving Daluo. Even a hint of it would cost us a hundred years of effort."

The Dragon King of the East China Sea sighed, holding the mural tightly in his palm and stroking it carefully with his other hand.

The eyes of the Dragon King of the South China Sea were dark as he looked at the mermaid sitting beside him.

At this moment, the Dragon King of the North Sea made the same move.

At some point, the three Dragon Kings had blocked all of the mermaid's escape routes.

"Three Dragon Lords, are you going to disobey that master?"

"Think about the consequences."

The mermaid stood up, her eyes dark and devilish.

He stretched his hand forward, and a pitch-black bead floated above it.

At the same time, an aura of eternal and immortality, mixed with demonic energy, rose from the bead.

At this moment, there was fear in the eyes of the three dragon kings. This aura made them feel dangerous.

For a moment, the atmosphere was extremely depressing.

After an unknown amount of time, the Dragon King of the East China Sea put away the mural and spoke slowly:
"Your Excellency has misunderstood. Since we are collecting murals for the Demon Ancestor, how could we rebel?"

"Crack! Crack!"

"The three Dragon Lords have made great contributions. The Demon Ancestor will definitely reward you handsomely. Don't make mistakes."

The mermaid opened her red lips slightly and laughed like a silver bell.

The fish tail swung, passed the three dragon kings, and walked out of the stone palace.

The three dragon kings of the South, East and North looked at each other and followed.

The figures of the four people gradually disappeared.

……

Five days later.

A figure in a green robe strode down from the sky and stopped in front of the stone palace.

Liang Hui looked at the ruined palace in front of him. He could sense that the three Dragon Kings had stayed here for a long time and had left not long ago.

"Any treasure?"

The young man murmured, stepped on the gravel, and walked into the stone hall.

The missing piece of the main hall wall instantly attracted Liang Hui's attention.

Such a gap should have been caused recently.

He approached the wall, stretched out his hand, and stroked the broken part, his expression becoming more solemn. "Amazing killing method, is this their purpose?"

Liang Hui made a guess in his mind.

After that, the search for the stone temple began.

Although I know it's unlikely that there are still treasures, but what if?

Every temple was searched, every inch of rubble and ruins was explored.

Didn't find anything special.

He did not feel too disappointed. He stepped over the threshold and prepared to leave to hunt down the three Dragon Kings.

Crunch!

The touch from under his feet made the young man pause slightly.

It seems like something hit my foot.

You have to know that with his strength, even if he didn't exert any force, with one kick, the precious jade and the divine gold would sink instead of hurting his feet.

He moved away, reached out his hand, and gently grabbed.

A palm-sized stone gourd flew out from the rubble and landed in his palm.

At this moment, Liang Hui's eyes were filled with surprise. The gourd did not exist in his perception.

If he had not actually held the gourd in his palm and the real touch filled his heart, he would have thought it did not exist.

"Daluo?"

Liang Hui whispered in his heart.

Only instruments of Daluo level can completely conceal his perception.

The young man rubbed the gourd with his palms and exerted force suddenly.

Click!Click!
Fingerprints appeared on the stone gourd, and a touch of crystal bloomed in the fingerprints.

Then the stone skin began to fall off bit by bit, and after a few breaths, a crystal clear red gourd appeared in his palm.

"I have dreamed of the ages, watched the birth and death of eras, saw Taiqing seek the way to the Tao, and also saw Wuzu seek the Great Dao."

A soft moan echoed in the young man's heart.

The red gourd trembled slightly, and a little man could be vaguely seen sitting cross-legged inside the gourd.

"Boy, where is this place? What time is this?"

The little man raised his palm, supported his jawline, looked out of the gourd, his eyes full of vicissitudes.

Liang Hui's body was tense, and space, pure yang, and all spirits, mixed with fiery blood and energy, could unleash a shocking blow at any time.

An old monster who had transcended Daomie stood in front of him. Even though it was just a tool, he was still terrified.

"The land of Guixu, the era of Taiji."

Liang Hui spoke slowly.

At the same time, the supernatural power was quietly activated to absorb the energy from the gourd.

As the young man absorbed and perceived the Qi, his eyes became more and more profound as he looked at the gourd that was unaware of it.

"Tai Chi level!"

"The last era in the world."

The little man's face was extremely serious, and he lowered his raised hand.

"Someone with great powers has calculated that this era is the end of everything. All things and all ages will perish."

"Boy, you have decent talent. If you are willing to follow me, you may be able to achieve Daluo in the future."

The villain is only three feet tall, but he looks very old.

Liang Hui was silent, his eyes were deep, and his palms were gently rubbing the gourd.

"I am grateful for your kindness, senior."

"But the road is under my feet. I can only feel at ease if I take it step by step."

He paused, his tone sincere.

"Senior, you must have been badly injured. Why don't you walk with me on the road? We can support each other and I will definitely find a way to repair it for you."

Buzz~buzz~
The words have not yet been spoken.

The red light on the gourd suddenly surged and burst into an incomparably bright white light, instantly tearing through the chaos and trying to escape into time.

And a white hand firmly grasped the gourd and pulled it out from the edge of time.

At the same time, lines appeared in his palm and turned into chains that wrapped around the gourd.

(End of this chapter)