Chapter 374

"Lord Ji, there are some ominous omens in my heart."

Ji Qingchan sat on the ground at the edge of the lotus platform, overlooking the view of the holy city of Weiyuan rapidly passing below, and whispered.

It is the transformation of celestial phenomena, bodies and ghosts, and its sensitivity of perception is by no means comparable to that of ordinary creatures.

Ji yuenian was silent, just urging the light and shadow of the nine petal lotus platform to turn into a blazing black light across the sky, allowing the blazing and violent vigorous wind to sweep by its own side, and the brocade green robe sleeve also turned up in the wind.

I don't know how long it took, the nine petal lotus platform left the Weiyuan holy city, passed through dozens of mountains and seas, and finally saw the endless Beihai water curtain in the distance.

Ji Yue's young sleeved robe, took out a delicate jade slip, and felt the breath left by the "Fisherman" carefully.

If you want to find a fisherman, in addition to his intention, there are only jade slips distributed by him personally.

These jade slips were once extremely precious in the far north. Only the creatures in the holy palace can receive the jade slips. With this jade slips, they can go to the Bank of the North Sea to visit the fishermen. After paying some price, they can survey their fate and astrology for themselves.

With the collapse of the far north border, fishermen have not appeared for a long time. A few years ago, many gods and spirits in the Weiyuan realm received jade slips from fishermen, and several of them went to the Bank of the North Sea to ask the spirit for divination, but they really gained something.

Guided by the breath of jade slips, the virtual shadow of the nine petaled lotus platform was getting closer and closer to the Beihai water curtain, and finally stopped in front of a continuous sea mountain range.

There are nine peaks in this mountain range, forming a mysterious and strange array, with an indescribable and terrible atmosphere.

A beautiful woman in a Luo skirt stood at the foot of the mountain, looked up at the nine petaled lotus platform light and shadow hanging above the polar sky, and said in a high voice, "if you want to pay homage to my Lord, you need to walk into the mountain!"

The nine petaled lotus platform slowly fell to the ground, and Ji yuenian glanced at the vague huge array curtain on the mountain and said, "good."

The Luo skirt woman smiled and didn't say much, leading Ji yuenian into the curtain at the foot of the mountain.

Ji Qingchan raised his head and took a deep look at the nine peaks that seemed virtual as if they were real, and walked in with him.

After walking into the array curtain, Ji yuenian realized that there was a unique cave here.

The rich and incomparable aura of heaven and earth rolls and surges. Between the emerald mountains and clear waters, many spiritual birds and beasts leap by their own side from time to time, which is quite like the style of a cave outside the world.

Walking to a natural cave that is more than ten feet high, the Luo skirt woman stopped and said with a smile, "the Lord is waiting in the mansion."

Ji yuenian was a little silent, and went straight into the rock cave.

It was not dark in the cave, and there was bright moonlight reflected between the cracks of the rocks, but the cave was not blocked by the door. The night wind was cold, and from time to time there was a biting cold wind, which poured into the cave.

On the huge stone platform with a radius of dozens of feet, the old man in cloth is playing with the fishing rod in his hand. Seeing that Ji yuenian and Ji Qingchan came in, he directly put down the fishing rod, stood up and said with a smile, "business is coming."

In the corner of the cave, there are many grotesque bones. Without exception, these bones are all covered with a pale halo, clean, and not even a trace of flesh and blood left.

Strangely, although these bones are numerous, they seem to have been shrunk countless times and piled disorderly in the corner of the cave, not crowded at all.

Ji yuenian walked to the side of the old man in cloth clothes, looked down at the pool on the edge of the stone platform, and said, "taking the bottom of the northern ocean as the pool and the far northern border as the fishing platform, Shangling is really great."

The pool is not large, only a few feet around, but it is very similar to the abyss at the edge of the North Sea, like a much smaller abyss, which is full of supernatural blue water all the time.

The old man in cloth picked his eyebrows, which seemed to be a little surprised, and said, "it's only the spiritual realm of the temple, and you can see through the great magic power of the world in my hand?"

Ji yuenian shook his head and said, "I haven't peeped through it, but the stacked bones are too shocking. If I'm not mistaken, among these bones, which have also been reduced countless times, there are at least two real dragons in the North Sea."

After saying this, there seemed to be an ancient vision from the depths of the North Sea, but it was blocked by the fuzzy curtain on the nine mountains, and it dissipated after a pause.

The old man in cloth laughed a little and said, "don't speak frankly about the sea territory, the 'Beihai Dragon Palace'; once a few words come out, those horrible creatures will feel it."

Ji yuenian looked down at the clear water pool with waves of water lines, and did not hide his purpose of this trip. He slowly said, "this time, I came to see the spirit in exchange for some real dragon blood."

Hearing this, Ji Qingchan behind him was stunned, and her eyes hidden under her black robe looked at Ji yuenian.

Ji yuenian's Dragon Palace real blood from Princess Aoli is not much, and it has been consumed in the seal of the true spirit, which is not enough to make the celestial body ghost refine into a complete real dragon blood source.

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This is the most strange talent of the body ghost. After its incarnation, it has no blood, but it can also bear the infusion and nourishment of any blood.

If only the real blood of the Dragon Palace left by Princess Ao Li, it is not enough to support Ji Qingchan's blood metaplasia.

The old man in cloth clothes looked over Ji yuenian, looked at Ji Qingchan, and said, "you've really come to the right place. The blood source of the real dragon is the supreme spirit. The territory of the North Sea is not connected with North Julu island. Except for me, I'm afraid you can't find ten drops of real dragon blood when you walk through the north of North Julu island."

Ji yuenian looked a little strange and said, "Shangling, I want to exchange 50 drops."

"What did you say?" The old man in cloth slightly raised his voice, "Fifty drops? Real dragon blood?"

Ji Yue nodded softly and said, "Fifty drops."

The old man in cloth clothes looked at Ji yuenian steadily. After a few breaths, he said, "if you can't get the equivalent of 50 drops of real dragon blood, you don't have to go."

Although his words are plain, they vaguely contain a trace of cold killing intent.

This fisherman is extremely eccentric. He likes to hunt and kill Beihai creatures most, but he cares about land creatures very much. Even so, he can't tolerate others to play at will.

Although Ji yuenian had a way to escape, he didn't deliberately tease at this time. Between the circulation of the dark light, 30 drops of dark divine blood condensed and hung in front of him, exuding the mysterious Yin divine power of terror.

Xuanyin divine blood.

For the first time, the old man in cloth showed a dignified color on his face. He waved his sleeve and took the thirty drops of dark divine blood. After a long silence, he slowly said, "this is the direct blood source of Xuanyin goddess."