Chapter 30 Dragon-seeking Talisman!
Longya Gorge.

Like two sharp teeth, it cut off the entire Panlong River.

Therefore, the river flowing through this place is only a hundred feet wide.

An arch bridge connects the two banks.

A rusty bronze sword hangs at the bottom of the bridge.

The black dragon has been swimming around this place for several days, constantly exploring with its spiritual sense.

But still no trace of the blood-line dragon was found.

"It seems that we can only capture a few immortal cultivators here and ask for information!"

A flash of purple lightning flashed in the black dragon's eyes, and the jade ring on its claws emitted a stream of light.

A plump woman appeared in front of Mo Jiao.

He was wearing a blood-red robe, and a glimmer of intelligence flashed in his dull eyes.

Using the method of forging monsters into magic weapons, Mo Jiao successfully turned Madam Zhu into a magic weapon.

Although his strength is still at the early stage of Jindan, due to the shattering of the clam pearl.

It can be said to be the weakest existence in the early stage of Jindan.

He is simply unable to compete with a normal Jindan stage cultivator.

But it is enough to enter and gather information.

In addition, because Madam Zhu is a magic weapon, she cannot leave the Mo Jiao too far.

Its range of activities matches the range of the Mo Jiao's spiritual awareness.

The stronger the spiritual consciousness, the farther its activity range.

The range of spiritual awareness of a normal cultivator in the early stage of Jindan is about ten miles.

After Mo Jiao's Dayan Jue broke through the second level, his spiritual awareness was greatly improved.

It is enough to rival a cultivator in the middle stage of the Jindan period and reaches about twenty miles.

This also represents Mrs. Zhu's range of activities.

The black dragon shook its long tail and quickly disappeared from the spot.

Madam Zhu turned into a red light and escaped from the river.

Here in Longya Gorge, there is only one family, the Li family, that is cultivating immortals through foundation building. If you want to inquire about the news about the Bloodline Dragon,

It's best to ask them directly.

Madam Zhu flew extremely fast, with a light red light surrounding her body, and headed towards Longya Gorge.

And not long after Mrs. Zhu left.

A monk wearing a gray Taoist robe, holding a whisk and with a Taoist bun on his head, landed on the wooden bridge with his sword.

He held a light blue circular array disk in his hand and murmured in a low voice: "If the array is correct, the dragon energy disappeared here!"

As he spoke, the flying sword under his feet shone brightly and carried the Taoist priest into the river.

Mo Jiao doesn't care about the mere foundation-building family.

He directly controlled Madam Zhu, transformed into a beam of light, and appeared in a village shrouded in a blue light shield.

After sweeping with his divine sense, he saw only about a hundred people among them.

Among them, there are only twenty or thirty cultivators, let alone cultivators in the foundation-building stage.

There was only one white-haired old man.

Looking at the blue light shield in front of her, Mrs. Zhu didn't stop at all and crashed into it directly.

"Crack!"

With a crisp cracking sound, the formation shattered.

"Boo! Hah! Hah!"

Seeing the light curtain of the formation disappear, several cultivators in the late stage of Qi training, riding flying magic tools, flew towards Madam Zhu.

Looking at the Qi training cultivators one by one, Madam Zhu glanced at them coldly.

The powerful aura of the Jindan stage cultivation instantly fell on everyone.

How can a mere Qi training cultivator face off against a Core Forming cultivator?
They all looked pale and fell from mid-air.

"Senior, I wonder when did my Lijiazhai offend you?"

Under the pressure of the powerful oppressive atmosphere, the white-haired old man in the house walked out tremblingly.

He bowed to Madam Zhu very respectfully and begged for mercy, "Senior, please tell me!"

Madam Zhu's red lips moved slightly, staring at the white-haired old man, and said, "Your Lijia Village is located along the Panlong River, do you know about the bloodline dragon?"

"Senior, are you here for Panlong River as well?" The white-haired old man looked surprised and exclaimed in astonishment.

Hearing this, Madam Zhu raised her eyebrows slightly and said, "Who else is looking for the Bloodline Dragon? Come to me quickly!"

"Just half a day ago!"

The white-haired old man pointed outside the village and said, "There was a senior dressed as a Taoist priest who took away our ancestral compass!"

"compass?"

Madam Zhu's pupils shrank slightly, and she stared at the white-haired old man and said, "What's the use of that?"

“That was passed down from our ancestors!”

The white-haired old man smiled awkwardly, stared at Madam Zhu and said, "It seems that there is a trace of dragon's blood in it. With the spiritual power, we can find the dragon!"

At this point, the white-haired old man saw that Madam Zhu did not respond, and then added: "The Taoist flew towards the Panlong River!"

Madam Zhu's eyes flickered as she stared at the white-haired old man. Suddenly, she smiled: "Your ancestors didn't leave behind only one treasure, did they?"

Being able to possess the essence and blood of a dragon, this so-called Lijiazhai must be no simple place.

Although it is in decline now, it is inevitable that there are still some stocks.

Hearing what Madam Zhu said, the white-haired old man's face darkened, and he kept thinking about how to respond in his mind.

This person is obviously not a good person, if you try to fool him casually.

Maybe the whole village would not be spared.

He bit his lip, looked embarrassed, then turned around and fled into the ancestral hall.

Divine consciousness swept over.

I saw the white-haired old man kneeling heavily towards the red spirit tablet.

With a "click", a wooden brocade box floated up from under the secret door of the mahogany table.

"what?"

The black dragon under the river suddenly opened its eyes.

I saw wisps of purple lightning appearing above my pupils.

After checking with his spiritual sense, he found that there was nothing under the wooden table.

Now, a brocade box appeared out of nowhere.

Mo Jiao slowly closed his eyes and his consciousness fell on Madam Zhu.

"Something interesting!"

Mrs. Zhu showed a smile as she looked at the white-haired old man approaching her.

His face was filled with pain and he handed over the brocade box in his hand.

"This is the last item left by my ancestor in Lijiazhai!"

"Maybe it can be helpful to you, seniors!"

Looking at the brocade box in her hand, Mrs. Zhu waved her sleeves.

In an instant, the brocade box opened, and a pale yellow talisman appeared in front of him.

"This is a dragon-seeking talisman. Just use spiritual power to activate it!"

The white-haired old man looked reluctant, looked at the talisman in the air, and whispered: "It can actively search for the dragon!"

"Oh?"

Madam Zhu was unmoved. She turned and looked deeply at the white-haired old man and said, "Why do your ancestors have so many items related to dragons?"

Hearing this, the white-haired old man's face froze, and then he smiled flatteringly: "My ancestors were lucky enough to hunt a blood-line dragon, and they passed down these items to me!"

Mrs. Zhu nodded slightly and waved her sleeves.

Put the dragon-seeking talisman into the storage bag.

Then he turned around and stepped into the Li's Ancestral Hall.

As soon as he stepped in, Mo Jiao noticed something unusual.

That means his control over Madam Zhu has been weakened.

Obviously there is something here that is isolating the spiritual consciousness.

Seeing Madam Zhu step into the ancestral hall, the white-haired old man was extremely anxious and said quickly, "It's really gone!"

"If you don't believe me, feel free to use your spiritual sense to investigate!"

Hearing this, Mrs. Zhu raised her eyebrows slightly and waved her right hand.

The Red Cherry Sword turned into a phantom and instantly chopped down the mahogany table.

(End of this chapter)