Parrot Bites Tongue

Mysterious and curious swords scattered across the earth, waiting for their world-renowned Sword Masters.
Who can comprehend the miraculous skill that has been passed down from millennia?
The city of Chang'an hides those who carry the power of fire and sun, the central plains house giant decaying millennial families, the wild warriors of the Northern Territory silently sharpen their blades, the dance of deceit and cunning occurs among the southern kingdoms...
Above the lofty tranquility, a pair of world-dominating gray eyes are slowly opening.
Pei Ye raises his head, pulling the Longsword from his stomach: "Immortal Lord of the True Dragon Taiyi... let's see, who is whose prey."

The Lord who use immortals as food

"Why are you seeking the Luoshen?" the person beside his ear asked.


"Why... because generation after generation, we have all been chasing the hem of Luoshen's skirt... She is the ruler of the Immortal Realm, the Spirit Lord of the Water World, with white waters flowing through her hands, she can bring to each person the dreams they desire..." Since his youth, he had been yearning for this legendary goddess, but at this moment, he did not know why he suddenly felt a touch of sadness, his voice low and mournful, "I rue the diverging paths of mortals and divine..."


The slippery wetness underfoot caused him to fall heavily to the ground. He remembered that he had long since stepped into the Xuanmen, that day the Empress personally bestowed the sword to him. Yet now for some unspecified reason, he was constantly unsteady on his feet, his body weaker than ever before, his mind seemingly shrouded in a haze... He took a deep breath with effort, the cold dampness seeping into his lungs.


Chapter 166 Dust Wound Pain Blood_2