Shen Luo looked over and saw that the tall figure was half-naked. He had a green face and fangs, and there were two bundles of fiery hair on his head. There were fins on his back and elbows. It was the Turquoise Water Yaksha he had seen in Dali Mountain back then.
However, unlike what he saw in the past, Qing Chi's aura was strong, and he had reached the late Mahayana stage. Just from the scars all over his body, it could be seen what kind of dangerous battle he had gone through.
After Qing Chi saluted Shen Luo, he looked at Shen Luo suspiciously, scratched his head, hesitated for a moment, and finally remembered. He couldn't help but be surprised, "You are!"
"Qing Chi, don't be rude, Brother Shen is now a Genuine Immortal cultivator." Ao Hong said with a smile.
"At first glance, there is no change, but after careful observation, I find that the aura, temperament, manners … are all different. Amazing, amazing." Qing Chi noticed it only now, and he couldn't help rubbing his chin and marveling.
Shen Luo turned his wrist, held the silver five-strand Sky-supporting Trident horizontally and handed it back, and said with a smile,
"Mr. Qing Chi, long time no see."
"So, it's really been a long time since we last met, thinking back to the past …" Qing Chi took his weapon with both hands, and his eyes drifted up as if he was about to recall the past.
Seeing this, Ao Hong knew that once he started talking, he wouldn't be able to stop, so he quickly spoke to stop him,
"Qing Chi, let's not talk about anything else, how is the Dragon Palace? My father, he … "
"Ninth prince, you'd better go back and see for yourself …" Qing Chi said with a long sigh as soon as he heard this.
Ao Hong's heart suddenly sank when he heard this.
Qing Chi sighed and turned to lead the way. Shen Luo and Ao Hong immediately followed him.
When they came to the main gate of the Dragon Palace, the originally majestic three-story, nine-pillar, gold-inlaid white jade archway was half collapsed, and a pile of broken jade was piled on the side like broken bricks and tiles.
Shen Luo and the others passed through the gatehouse and walked all the way inside. There were originally exquisite buildings on both sides, but almost none of them were intact. As far as the eye could see, there were dilapidated fences and dilapidated walls that were stained with blood.
"Fellow Daoist Qing Chi, is Lang Sheng doing well?" Shen Luo narrowed his eyes and asked.
"You mean that little shrimp? He's no longer here. "Qing Chi turned his head and said when he heard this.
"Did he also die in this battle?" Shen Luo asked.
"No. Little Shrimp's cultivation aptitude is ordinary. Many years ago, he was unable to break through. Seeing that he did not have much time left, he tried a risky method. Unfortunately, he did not succeed. "Qing Chi shook his head and said.
Hearing this, Shen Luo fell silent. He knew in his heart that there were always accidents on the road of cultivation. How could everyone have a smooth sailing life?
After a while, Qing Chi suddenly smiled and said, "It's good that you didn't succeed. You don't have to live in this terrible world."
Hearing this, Shen Luo did not know what to say.
Going all the way to the depths of Dragon Palace, the destruction of the houses on both sides became more and more serious. In the collapsed ruins, there were many corpses of the aquatic descendants of Dragon Palace. It could be seen that the closer they went, the more tragic the battle was.
Along the way, they could see some shrimp soldiers and crab generals who were cleaning up the mess, rebuilding some salvageable buildings, and collecting the corpses buried in them.
At this moment, a group of people suddenly rushed over from the front.
Shen Luo focused his eyes and saw that the leader was a tall and handsome man. He was dressed in a purple robe with a round collar embroidered with gold. A carved dragon jade pendant hung on his waist. He had his hands behind his back and his face was indifferent.
Behind him on the right, half a step away, was a beautiful woman in bright red armor. Her figure was quite outstanding, slightly plump but not coquettish. Coupled with her clean and delicate facial features, there was a kind of contrasting beauty.
The woman carried a broad-bladed sword that was not commensurate with her figure. Her eyes were almost always fixed on the tall man in front of her. Her eyes were full of feminine thoughts that could not be concealed.
Almost shoulder to shoulder with the woman was a hunchbacked old man with white hair and beard. He had a kind face and long eyebrows that almost covered his eyes. He held a green cane in his hand and looked no different from an old man of the Human Tribe.
Behind these three people, there was a group of shrimp soldiers and crab generals. They all looked dignified, held weapons, and had a murderous aura.
Seeing these people, Ao Hong immediately quickened his pace and greeted them.
"Second brother, Uncle Yuan." When he came close, he took the initiative to salute them.
At the same time, Shen Luo heard Ao Hong's voice in his heart, "This is my second brother, Ao Zhong, and the Prime Minister of Dragon Palace, Yuan Yan."
Seeing this, Qing Chi hurried over and bowed to salute.
Shen Luo was a little slower. When he came close, he also saluted with his hands folded, but did not make a formal salute.
"Ninth Prince, you're back. That's great. Lord Dragon King has been waiting for you for a long time. You're finally back … This old servant, almost, almost thought that I wouldn't be able to see you again …" The old man with the cane walked forward shakily and said in a trembling voice.
"Uncle Yuan, it's all my fault. I came back late. I'm really sorry." Ao Hong sighed in his heart and hurriedly helped Yuan Yan, who wanted to salute him, up and said sadly.
"It doesn't matter. It's good that you are back. It's good that you are back …" Yuan Yan patted Ao Hong's hand and said with tears in his eyes.
"Ninth brother, why did you come back alone? Where are your troops stationed outside? " The purple-robed man named Ao Zhong glanced behind Shen Luo. Seeing that there was no one else, he could not help frowning slightly and said indifferently.
"Let's talk about this when we meet my father … Let me introduce you first. This is Shen Luo. He has been with me for many years, but he has never been to the Dragon Palace. He is a real …" Ao Hong was used to this and said.
Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Ao Zhong.
"At this time, you still bring an outsider back. Don't you think the house is messy enough?"
Ao Hong choked when he heard this, and the expression on his face became somewhat displeased.
He had always been at odds with his second brother, who was much younger than him. He had always respected him as an elder brother. Even if he was ridiculed, he was never willing to care about it. But today, Shen Luo was ignored like this, and Ao Hong felt that he could not bear it anymore.
Just when he was about to argue, Shen Luo reminded him in his heart.
"Brother Ao, don't worry about these trivial things. Let's go to see the Dragon King first and figure out the current situation."
Ao Hong hesitated for a moment, and then his face relaxed.
However, his short pause and change of expression all fell into the eyes of Yuan Yan.
As an old minister who had assisted the Dragon King for many years, Yuan Yan was well-versed in the ways of the world. Naturally, he quickly guessed that it was Shen Luo who dissuaded Ao Hong. Immediately, he had a good impression of Shen Luo and nodded to him silently as a greeting.
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