Pei Xihe and Feng Xuyu Feng, now her cultivation is even more powerful, and she can activate the "Eighteen Poems of Blowing Dreams". Even without opening the round silver shield formed by the virtual path and the small world of Xumi, she is still very fast and difficult to see. Wear its body shape.
She walked among the clouds until she came to the Xianque Tower.
The clouds are misty, turning into dragons and phoenixes.
The rays of sunlight diffused into the deep mist, and it was like a golden lotus blooming in it, revealing layers of brilliant clouds. The tall tower tower was all the same color, showing clear lapis lazuli, which was more transparent than glass. It was the eight-layered fairy tower. .
Pei Xihe came here again and noticed some subtle changes.
This object was originally a half-step innate divine object, but now its aura has increased slightly compared to the last time. It must be that Taixue has exhausted all possible means.
After waiting for so long, it will transform into a complete innate divine being, I'm afraid it will be within a thousand years.
Pei Xihe obtained the "Seven Transformations of the True Dragon" and "The Technique of Mysterious Dragon Fusion of Heaven", both of which are untransmitted magical powers engraved in the bones and blood of the True Dragon clan.
Even though she had obtained Ao Hua's seven drops of true dragon blood, there was still some difficulty in racial separation, and Pei Xihe naturally wanted to eliminate it.
The best way is to learn from the strengths of others, use the "Tai Shang Gen Yi Sutra" as the furnace, and refine the magical method that is most suitable for you like the "Eighteen Poems of Blowing Dreams".
Of course, "Eighteen Ci on Blowing Dreams" is based on "Chui Meng Xiang Ci", supplemented by various magical powers and techniques, and it can be said to have been completely transformed.
However, the foundation of these two true dragon magical powers is too high, and it is impossible to change them in her current state. She just needs to modify some details to adjust them to suit her body.
Therefore, it does not take much time, and it should be in time for the next seven-day teaching.
Pei Xihe was thinking about the Ming and Qing Dynasties, so he stepped into the tower.
…
The sky is vast and the vastness is vast.
It is like a vast and ancient land, where even ordinary trees are four or five feet high, rising one after another, lush and prosperous. The vitality contained in a mountain forest is far beyond imagination.
The kite flies to the violent sky, the fish leaps into the abyss, and all kinds of things compete for freedom.
The earth is pale and yellow, simple and thick, rough and wild, but it also breeds unimaginable creative vitality.
This is the realm of the vast sky.
In one of the areas, the spiritual veins converged, and the fairy spirit energy was as abundant as condensed mist. It formed a small boundary of its own, with flowing mountains and rivers. There were also palaces and palaces hanging high, barriers blocking the way, so that no external force dared to invade.
"Hey, second sister, don't hit me on the head."
The woman covered her head and looked at the girl who was only twenty-eight years old with a pitiful look in her eyes.
The girl in the silver dress behind her had a pale face, showing no signs of joy or sorrow.
Taishang Mingbai was as fast as thunder again, and Taishang Mingqiu, who was still in front of him, flicked hard with his right index finger no matter how he dodged.
She said calmly: "It has been three or four hundred years since you emerged from the Holy Demon Realm and achieved the Heavenly Immortal Realm, but you are only in the Fourth Realm. It's really embarrassing to say it. Why don't you practice diligently?"
Taishang Mingqiu looked aggrieved and complained in a low voice.
"No one is like my elder brother. His cultivation and advancement are as easy as drinking water and eating. Now he has already reached the Seventh Realm."
When they first entered the holy and demonic world, they were originally in the Mahayana realm, and after a lot of efforts to collect the true demonic scriptures and pure demonic blood, even if they did not obtain the true inheritance hidden in the Emperor's Song, they still benefited greatly.
The Taishang clan's souls were pregnant with mixed vitality. They were both spiritual and demon cultivators, with terrifying potential. In addition, they used the "Eternal One Sutra" to nourish the Ten Thousand Sutras. They successively broke through the Mahayana and entered the fairyland. Now, three or four hundred years have indeed passed.
Upon hearing this, Taishang Mingbai snorted softly. He was about to reward his little sister with a snap of his fingers, but suddenly his face showed surprise and he looked at the high palace suspended in the void.
she murmured.
"How?"
"The Chunyi Wusheng flute is playing spontaneously again?"
Taishang Mingqiu also quickly changed the topic to prevent the second sister from holding on to her, and said when he saw her doubts on her face.
"Yes, Second Sister, that innate divine object shouldn't be like this. How come it was like having a convulsion? It suddenly started playing spontaneously more than ten years ago. It is said that this flute has not played for tens of thousands of years. This is when it finally Are you willing to choose your own master?"
Seeing her eagerness to change the topic, Taishang Mingbai felt a little funny in his heart, but he did have doubts in his heart, and even vaguely had some unrealistic guesses.
"This treasure was the birthright of the amazingly talented Wu Zheng ancestor."
"Ancestor Wuwei worked hard to keep it, so that the treasure would not be damaged, and it has been silent to this day."
"You and I, our generation, all have extraordinary talents, but they are hardly comparable to those of Ancestor Wu Zheng."
That was the heaven-given Dao embryo that the Taishang clan had placed high hopes on, hoping for the true god.
Just a pity.
And in the palace hanging high in the sky, a sleeping young man suddenly woke up.
Wearing plain white linen clothes, he looked at the piccolo offered in the temple.
The whole body is jade green, the color is smooth and greasy, and it is like being carefully carved from a perfect piece of green jade. The flute body is quite short, but there are lingering green and gold spiritual patterns, and it is full of extremely mysterious Taoist charm.
Taishang Wuwei's eyes were a little cautious, but there was a deeper look of nostalgia.
Even though he is now the leader of a clan and has a profound cultivation level, he can't hide his fluctuating emotions.
The sound of the flute is clear and clear, like the collision of jade and splashing on the empty mountain, and it is suddenly bright and bright like the cry of a bright phoenix, which is heart-wrenching.
"Sister, are you coming back?"
He murmured, a look of determination suddenly appeared in his slightly confused eyes.
"Then I will clear away all the obstacles for you and make Han Minglou suffer the consequences."
…
When Pei Xihe woke up from his meditation, the cauldron formed by Hunyuan Qi three feet above his head also collapsed and dispersed.
Surrounding her body was a five-clawed dragon with jet black scales that was exactly the same as Ao Hua's true body. It swam slowly, and although it was transformed by runes, it looked like a living thing.
As her breath calmed down, it dispersed.
Pei Xihe used a drop of true dragon essence and blood this time, causing it to fall into the Hunyuan cauldron. He dismantled it and traced it back to its origin, reversed the effects into causes, and searched for the essence of magical powers. Only in this way could it be so smooth.
After four days of practice this time, Pei Xihe stood up from where he was, his eyes shining brightly.
There are actually many classics and scriptures hidden in the middle of this eighth-level immortal tower. Taoism, magic and supernatural powers are all things that are difficult to find in the outside world. She can't help but look forward to being promoted to the latter two types of disciples, and can enter the second and third levels of the tower. It's time.
It's a pity that the Imperial Academy has strict rules and never tolerates mercy. It is necessary to listen to thousands of lectures honestly and then for six hundred years before it can participate in the trial.
In six hundred years, Pei Xihe has absolute confidence in himself. By then, he will definitely be able to advance to the late stage of the Celestial Immortal Stage, or at least be able to reach the top ten on the Celestial Immortal List, showing his sharpness.
But can we really wait until that moment safely?
Pei Xihe is in the immortal world and knows how many undercurrents there are in the dark. Things in the world are impermanent and may change at any time.
Although the days of Daqian Taixue's cultivation were peaceful, she had already been prepared to run away at any time.
Three to four hundred years, plus the time it takes for the heroine Jinwu Shenxiang to survive the thunder tribulation.
(End of chapter)
