Qian Chan looked at the scroll with a pair of vertical pupils, and instantly returned to being just like a normal person. There was still one-fifth of the picture on it that had not been filled in.
She rolled up her sleeves and put the scroll back into her palm.
Qian Chan licked her bright red lips, but she felt depressed. The scroll was in her right palm, and she couldn't help but hold it tightly.
If it had not been for the defeat of the Blood Butcher in the Holy Demon Realm, he would not have spent more than forty years in such a situation. In fact, he was a waste. The city lord was so angry that he almost dethroned his position as the evil master.
Unexpectedly, he was imprisoned in the swimming prison for hundreds of years, and his soul was corroded day and night by the weak water. It was a blessing in disguise. He practiced with the bones and corpses, and he became as good as a god. In just over two hundred years, he made up for it. After falling into the realm of saints and demons, he became an Earthly Immortal of Seven Tribulations.
Even though I know that Xie Xiu has been practicing rapidly, it is hard not to feel jealous.
The Blood Butcher has made great progress in cultivation, but she has to clean up the mess for her. Qian Chan has never done such a losing business.
Fortunately, if this scroll can be completely filled, this treasure can be completely awakened. At that time, the true spirit in the treasure will be paid tribute to, and as the person holding the treasure, she will naturally be supported and enter the middle stage of the Mahayana.
It's a pity that the old ghost woman in Penglai is pursuing her traces with all her strength, so she can't do anything more wantonly.
There was a sneer on her beautiful face, and her eyebrows were lowered.
"It's better to come quickly, the gift has been prepared."
…
Kunlun.
The young man wears a cloisonné outer robe, a plain white inner garment, a white jade and silver crown on his head, and a long sword in his hand. His posture is as graceful as a swimming dragon.
When he waved his sword, there was pure cold air dissipating. It was obviously early spring, but the scene where he was was in the middle of winter.
The rime is foggy, and the sky, clouds, mountains and water are all white.
Lu Changfeng raised his sword in the forest. There was a brilliant silver light flowing like water on the Tianci sword. From the hilt to the tip of the sword, it was divine, natural and very light. Looking at it in a daze, the silver light water was coiled around the sword like a small dragon. body.
A cultivator in red clothes stepped forward. He looked like a young man and looked at the figure of the man practicing sword. He couldn't help but pursed his lips and clenched his right fist.
"Senior Brother Lu." Qu Fengzhen said.
The sword cultivator swung the sword for the last time, then withdrew the power of the sword and put it back into the dark green scabbard.
Lu Changfeng looked at the person who came, his expression remained unchanged, and he just said softly.
"I wonder if Junior Brother Qu has something important?"
In the past, a generation of disciples once regarded Qu Fengzhen, Ming Linlang, and Jiang Mingzhu as the three heroes. Now one of them is the Kunlun Sword Master who has been in seclusion all year round. Jiang Mingzhu is famous all over the world for his unrivaled reputation.
The style of music is not only very bleak, but even Lu Changfeng, who was slightly behind in the past, has surpassed it.
The red-clothed young man's heart was surging, but it gradually subsided. No one knew that there were some moderate waves in his heart.
"It's the time when a new generation of disciples are entering the school. The sect asked me to ask, Senior Brother, would you like to accept a disciple?"
"Based on your current level of cultivation, you should also accept a disciple and pass on the legacy."
Lu Changfeng put the sword on his waist and kept it in his qi sea dantian. The dark green scabbard contained all the sword qi of Tianci Sword, just like an ordinary sword.
He looked at Qu Fengzhen, shook his head and said.
"On the road of spiritual practice, it is not necessary to accept disciples. I pay attention to fate. If fate comes, I will naturally accept disciples."
"Junior Brother Qu, I guess it's not because of this matter that I came here today."
His inheritance did not actually require him to accept disciples. Outstanding disciples of the Lu family emerged in large numbers. His own ancestor, Lu Cun, also took a fancy to the younger generation and took him under his tutelage to teach Taoism.
The expression in his eyes remained unchanged, but he was a little impatient in his heart. Qu Fengzhen's temperament seemed to have changed over the years, and he always liked to do superficial things.
Seeing Qu Fengzhen smiling, he took out a bamboo slip and handed it over, saying: "Yes, the sect has made arrangements. Senior Brother Lu, Senior Sister Jiang and I will go to Penglai to look for traces of the Ghost Eye Evil Lord and help Penglai." .”
"If Senior Brother Lu doesn't want to accept a disciple, then you can go with him immediately."
Lu Changfeng took the bamboo slip and nodded.
"Let's go."
He accepted the jade token and headed to a fairy peak.
Qu Fengzhen's eyebrows wrinkled and then relaxed, and there was a slight sneer on the corners of his lips, but it quickly dissipated and followed closely behind.
In just the blink of an eye, he arrived in front of a cave.
There are mountains and hills, and this place is especially full of vitality, just like the transition between spring and summer, with green vegetation and fragrant flowers.
When the two of them stepped into this world, the woman was stepping out slowly. She was wearing a long green dress with cloud pattern Buddha lotus embroidered with silver thread.
Her face was very bright and beautiful, and her black hair was tied with a light crimson jade hairpin. Her whole person seemed to be incarnated in nature. Unless she was standing in front of them, it would be difficult to catch her breath and traces.
Jiang Mingzhu chuckled and said: "Ancestor has made it clear to me that the evil lord's name is Qianchan and his methods are ruthless. He is in the early stage of Mahayana. You and I need to help each other and support each other in the same way as Ancestor Penglai. There are other things. The cultivators will come to help, and we will discuss it later."
The two people naturally nodded in agreement, and immediately turned into three rays of light and rushed towards the Penglai area like chasing the stars and the moon.
…
Jinwu Shenxiang.
Heavy black thunderclouds have been all over the sky for more than two hundred years, and the full breath of heaven mixed with the power of heaven and earth to create flashing purple and gold thunder.
The three golden crows of Xichang, Xikong and Xixuan thought about Pei Xihe as a human being when he came, so they thought about it for a moment and then transformed into a human body.
The woman with a dazzling face and radiant beauty looked at the figure in the sky, her golden eyes filled with admiration. She was the incarnation of Xichang.
"The catastrophe of one hundred and eight thousand thunderbolts is exactly the catastrophe of transformation recorded in the inheritance."
"Now she has passed eighty-one thousand three hundred and ninety-two. Although the power of each thunderbolt is increasing, the aura of the great path around her is also getting stronger, and she is crossing faster and faster."
Xichang transformed into a dignified and resolute middle-aged man with frowning eyebrows, and couldn't help but sigh.
"When she came, it seemed that she had to cultivate herself to become a god? It should be caused by a fall in the situation, but after all, she had never become an immortal, never made a real leap, and entered the path of the great road. But she was able to comprehend this far and resist this terrifying thunder catastrophe. "
Whether it is the decisiveness of understanding or mental perseverance, it is enough to make Wu Xinzhe.
The Golden Crow lineage has always respected the strong and the bloodline. Now that Pei Xihe's bloodline is at the top, he is convinced by his mental perseverance and has gained their recognition.
What Xixuan transformed into looked like a boy of 17 or 18 years old, with deep pupils, because he could see some tricks, and there was a bright light.
"I generally understand."
"I think it was Her Majesty the Emperor who thought of a way to recover the lost bloodline and part of the magic power. With the help of this girl, she used the method of the immortal sun to create an unparalleled body to carry the Shenwu bloodline."
Xixuan has lived for hundreds of thousands of years, and his mental skills are indescribable. He really guessed everything.
His brows were filled with admiration and sadness.
"Your Highness, seriously."
During the battle in the past, Xi Xuan naturally knew that Xi Yue's soul was broken and her soul was annihilated. Even the spiritual gods were turned into nothingness. What accomplished all this was probably the incarnation of a stubborn obsession.
(End of chapter)
