Chapter 139 The Trajectory of Destiny

The door, which had been sealed for a long time, suddenly opened, and there was a huge, thunderous sound.

Jiang Ming opened the door and was deeply attracted by the throne carved like sheep fat and white jade in the center of the hall.

This throne is light and restrained, simple and unpretentious. It looks like an ordinary jade carving, but it is full of an inexplicable charm. At first glance, it seems to be close at hand, within reach, but when you look at it carefully, it is like above the nine heavens, unattainable, and it is difficult to touch for the rest of your life.

Jiang Ming walked to the throne step by step. The road was not long, but he was very slow. Because he was afraid that this result would disappoint him and shattered his last thought. If a person has a dream in his heart, he will have the motivation to persist. If the dream is broken, everything will no longer exist.

Jiang Ming walked to the jade step in front of the throne, and it was difficult for him to take another step forward. It seemed that he was not qualified to step on this jade step at all. This jade step belongs to only one person, and only the Jade Emperor is qualified to step on it.

Jiang Ming looked up and found a simple mirror hanging high above the throne, clear and transparent, clearly reflecting his image.

"I didn't expect that there was really a mirror, really." Jiang Ming whispered and looked lonely.

He knew that it was difficult for him to step on this throne. He was not impulsive this time, because he knew that this could not be done by his own enthusiasm and impulse.

"It's still me in the mirror, and the origin of my life is the chaotic demon god. Is this not a demon mirror? Yes, the emperor of the ancient Wu mainland said that there was a Kunlun mirror on 33 days, which should be the legendary treasure in the previous life that can shuttle through the past and the future and penetrate the world! With him, I can really know my mother's whereabouts.

Jiang Ming whispered, as if praying, "Is it Kunlun Mirror? If you have a spirit, can you tell me the whereabouts of my mother? If you have a spirit, can you agree to my request? I'm willing to pay any price!"

"I can help you with the fruit of the tree of the world."

A ethereal sound echoes in the hall like a dream.

Jiang Ming's body was shocked and whispered, "Really? If so, the fruit of the tree of the world will be given to you.

After saying that, Jiang Ming did not hesitate to take out the fruit of a world tree and gently threw it at the Kunlun Mirror.

The fruits of the world are extremely precious, and even the quasi-strong will be moved by it, but for Jiang Ming, no matter how precious this kind of thing is, it becomes worthless in the face of something. He doesn't care at all and does not hesitate.

The Kunlun mirror raised a ripple and swallowed the fruit of the tree of the world. Jiang Ming waited quietly without words.

I've been waiting for decades, and I don't care about this moment.

A faint light flashed across the mirror, and a magnificent picture unfolded quietly. This is an island with an ancient atmosphere, full of primitive flavor. Tens of thousands of beasts on the island roar, hundreds of birds sing, birds sing and flowers, just like a paradise.

The picture suddenly enlarged, and Jiang Ming saw a huge figure dancing high in the sky. Because it was too huge, it covered his sight and could only see the cold scales on his body tremble slightly. The huge figure flew away, swayed, looked back, and the noble golden eyes were full of arrogance and indifference.

"Dragon?" Jiang Ming's pupils suddenly shrank and he was surprised. Is his mother's whereabouts related to the dragon clan, or is it on the dragon island, the old nest of the dragon clan?

The picture contracted sharply. Suddenly, an extremely holy peak appeared in the picture, towering into the clouds and difficult to see the top. There was a hollow halfway up the mountain. The shape was strange. The patterns like ghosts kept flowing, releasing unspeakable charm. The picture was enlarged again, and the middle of the holy mountain was suddenly The divine emperor's power soared the sky, and it was ancient and vicissitudes. The altar is full of dazzling golden light, like a scorching sun.

In the middle of the altar, there was a woman suspended. The woman was bound by a huge iron chain with the thickness of the mouth of the bowl. Her eyes were closed, and there was a trace of weakness and pain between her eyebrows. Many strong people surrounded her in a circle, with horns on her head, which were obviously transformed by the dragon clan. They were imprinted in their hands and hit the woman one by one. There was a faint layer of purple protection on the woman's body, but it was getting weaker and weaker.

The woman's face was not beautiful, revealing a graceful and beautiful taste. At the moment she saw the woman's face, Jiang Ming suddenly stared at the boss: "Mother, it's her. She is still alive."

Jiang Ming muttered excitedly, but in an instant his heart was filled with anger. The altar is for sacrifice, and the iron in the center of the altar is a sacrifice. Those damn long insects and reptiles actually sacrifice their mothers as sacrifices, which is simply unforgivable.

"Dragon clan, my fate with the dragon clan is really deep! Whether in the past life or this life, everything about me is mixed with your shadow. That's great, very good!" Jiang Ming's face was ferocious and said, "The dragon clan is powerful, so what? Since I dare to treat my mother like that, I will definitely destroy you at all costs.

"Hahaha, boy, I said that you would be willing to do something good for me one day, hehe, haha."

Suddenly, the arrogant smile of the dragon thorn resounded in Jiang Ming's mind. Jiang Ming's face suddenly became cold, and a very uncomfortable feeling appeared on his body.

On that day, the dragon thorn said so, he only regarded it as the other party was talking harshly, but now that he was really forced to a dead end and had to go against the dragon clan and cheap the dragon thorn, which made Jiang Ming feel as if an invisible big hand had been playing with him and controlling his fate, which made Jiang Ming extremely uncomfortable.

"Hmm!" Suddenly, Jiang Ming snorted coldly and said coldly, "I almost fell into your trap. I'm afraid that the scene just now is an illusion you laid, right? You shouldn't have come out so quickly, otherwise I would really have been tricked by you and fight against the dragons at all costs.

"Kid, you look too highly of yourself." The dragon thorn sneered disdainfully, "Although I need your help, I don't rely on you completely. I am recovering my energy all the time, but if I don't rely on the slow recovery. And this is 33 days, which is the important place of the ancient heavenly court and the world formed by a stone falling from the ancient Hongmeng. Heaven has lost its influence here. What do you think I can change here? What's more, Kunlun Realm is the supreme artifact and innate spiritual treasure. With my current power, it is impossible to change it at all. Boy, I kindly remind you that your mother has a baby protection given by a mysterious strong man, which is worry-free for the time being, but her state will not last long. I also saw the picture just now. The purple halo on her body will completely disappear in ten years at most. At that time, she will lose her protection. With her subtle cultivation, she will definitely be sacrificed, refined, and her soul will be scattered. Your time is only ten years.

Listening to the words of the dragon thorn, Jiang Ming was silent, and he believed what the dragon thorn said.

"Ten years, ten years, I only have ten years, what can I do?" A touch of bitterness appeared on the corners of Jiang Ming's mouth, and his heart was extremely sad.

monism is a process of transforming itself and reaching perfection. This process is not easy. The further you go, the more difficult it will be. Because there is almost nothing perfect in the world, it is almost impossible to be perfect.

After practicing to the immortals, there are many difficulties, not to mention the realms of Jiutian Xuanxian, Jinxian, Daluo Jinxian and even quasi-sheng.

There must be a quasi-saint strong among the dragon clan.

There is no reason why the dragons boast of being noble. Their blood vessels are ancient and pure, full of powerful power and talent. Almost as long as the adult dragon realm is in the nine heavens, they can reach the golden immortals and Daluo golden immortals with a little outstanding, and those top can definitely reach quasi-saints.

Before the nine-day Xuanxian realm of the dragon clan, he did not need to practice at all, but only needed to grow up, so the power of the dragon clan was very horrible, and Jiang Ming did not dare to underestimate it.

"If you are willing to accept my terms, I am willing to help you." Suddenly, the dragon thorn said such a sentence.

"Hmm?" Jiang Ming raised his eyebrows, and his eyes were full of doubts.

The dragon thorn may have been a top strong man before, but now he can only live in his body and survive. What can he do for himself?