A stern look appeared on Ling Yuanzi's face, and his eyes were even brighter.
He waved his sleeves, and with a surge of magic power, he turned into several flamingoes. They were very dexterous, like living creatures. They flapped their wings and flew away, but in an instant they had crossed a thousand miles.
Ling Yuanzi then looked at Tianqi, who was still in the audience, with an unknown meaning in his eyes. It turned out that he had escaped from the Immortal Temple's cage.
He raised his lips and smiled, his eyes were deep, and he stretched out his right index finger and touched the center of his eyebrows.
"You're fine."
Such an origin should be concealed to prevent the prying eyes of the monks who covet the inheritance in the fairy temple. Tianqi's move was undoubtedly quite reckless, but looking at his posture and the character he showed, he clearly expected the worst outcome, but still took the risk, which can be called decisive.
Everyone has more than one side, and that's the fun part.
"If you have merit, you should be rewarded."
"With the mark of this deity here, you can take any acquired divine object from Tianyang Pavilion, and freely enter and exit the second floor of Xuan Dao Hall to activate the power of free reading."
The Xuandao Hall is divided into three floors, which contains the ancient classics and divine passage techniques accumulated by the Chiyang Sect. In the past, only those who had advanced to the Immortal Realm and made extraordinary achievements could enter this second floor.
This move will surely cause an uproar, causing confusion, anger, and even resentment among the disciples around him.
However, Tianqi's expression did not change. There was no sign of ecstasy, shock, or surprise. He just bowed respectfully and thanked him before exiting the hall.
Ling Yuanzi was the only one left. He sat high on the stage and closed his eyes.
The Great Sun God Crow is born with a nine-nine destiny. According to ancient legends, he has great luck, and he can turn bad luck into good luck and be blessed by destiny. When it was first born hundreds of years ago, it shattered the Nine Palace Sky Mirror, arousing their vigilance.
But it is not unkillable. Otherwise, how could the two divine crows from ancient times be destroyed?
Ling Yuanzi opened his eyes and clenched his fists. In the past, there were four forces that attacked the Golden Crow clan. Shenxiao Chiyang Sect and Hudou Monster Clan, Xuan Dou Chongming Monster Clan, Mingyuan Taiamen.
Bustling and hustle and bustle, all come and go for benefit.
At the beginning, the dojo occupied by the Golden Crow was very large, spanning the Divine Sky and Xuandou two adjacent heavens, with many caves and blessed places. However, as time went by, this clan was gradually declining, and they had long been watched. Xiyue tried to turn the tide and risked her life to transform, but they naturally refused to allow it.
Fortunately, it is still too early to discover that the little Shenwu is not in the Immortal Realm and has not yet become a big thing. But the Nine-Nine Fate cannot be underestimated, and no one knows how much power the Golden Crow clan has left to hide.
When the four Heavenly Lords gather together and set up a net of heaven and earth, their bodies and souls will surely be destroyed. Only in this way can there be no risk.
"I'll ask you to behave well in front of that little scholar first."
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The Daqian Dynasty was the first city of Qiongyu.
Pei Xihe retracted all the radiated mental power into the Niwan, and then used his magic power. In the blink of an eye, silver light flashed across the distance and reached the door of the small courtyard that he was sensing.
She frowned slightly, and heard the sound of a baby crying in her ears. It was quite loud, but she was a child in good health.
"Master-disciple fate?"
The monk next to him has never reached the level of heaven to escape from the cause and effect, so this unique fate will bring the two of them together.
But this is not the case with the Nine-Nine Fate Pattern.
To put it simply, Pei Xihe's life is tough enough.
It doesn't matter what causal thread you involve, as long as she doesn't want it, it will be like a rock and a mountain. If you accidentally break the thread and collapse to yourself, you won't be able to move her at all.
Pei Xihe wondered in his heart, how could she ask for trouble?
Putting aside the three hundred years of surviving the thunder tribulation in the Golden Crow Divine Land, the time when she had been practicing cultivation was far away from the five hundred years, and she was still in her prime!
How could he do such troublesome things as raising cubs and taking disciples?
Moreover, the relationship between master and disciple in the spiritual world can be compared with the blood relationship between parent and child. How can it be determined based on this illusory thing.
She no longer paid attention to the crying in the courtyard, but looked at the tall persimmon tree. Its branches are complex and branched, its leaves are sparse, and it looks quite dull.
Pei Xihe was murmuring in his heart.
Persimmon, persimmon? Could it be that everything goes well instead of everything goes well?
It was at this moment that she suddenly noticed some fluctuations on the right side of her body. She frowned, and there was a golden light surging on her right palm, and she was about to slap that place hard.
"No! It's me!"
Like a mirror or an illusion, a woman in pink clothes walked out. She was bright and charming. She was Shang Xuanyu. She was accusing him of crimes one after another.
"Hey, I suddenly discovered your aura in my perception. I wanted to scare you, but you almost slapped me to death."
The light in Pei Xihe's palm dissipated and she said with a smile: "It won't kill you if you slap it. It might just slap you on the wall and you won't be able to pry it off no matter how hard you prick it."
Shang Xuanyu clicked his tongue twice and walked to her side.
"My hand of enchanting yin and yang is a true demon inheritance. As long as I don't take action when I use it, even Jingshu and other nine-level immortals won't be able to notice it. Your spiritual sense is too powerful now."
Her expression was jumpy, but her eyes were clear.
The latter didn't feel the slightest bit embarrassed and nodded in response to the compliment.
Shang Xuanyu continued: "Where is your little vixen?"
Pei Xihe shook his head and said, "He is not mine. We are good friends who travel together."
She cast her gaze into the courtyard and looked at the persimmon tree. She thought about whether to uproot it and move it into the underworld.
The woman in pink clothes followed her gaze and looked into the courtyard. Under the perception of her mind, her smile became deeper.
"A baby was born unexpectedly. The girl looked beautiful, but she only had three spiritual roots."
Human beings are born with spiritual roots before they can embark on a path of cultivation, and it has a great influence on talent. After entering the fairyland, although it depends more on the depth of Taoism and Dharma, it is also related to the strength of the true body of the Dharma and a certain speed of cultivation.
Spiritual roots are innate, but they take varying lengths of time to mature and stabilize. This is why children do not practice immediately after they become aware of their abilities. But Shang Xuanyu, who has stepped into the heavenly realm and has extraordinary mental power, can easily detect that the baby girl was born with three strands of fire, wood and gold, which correspond to the spiritual roots.
When Pei Xihe heard these words, he paid some attention to the baby girl. Looking back at the beginning, I also had three spiritual roots, but they were all nine inches. My qualifications were not top-notch, but they were still above average.
She shook her head, and naturally noticed it more clearly with the power of the Nine Realms.
"Fire and wood are about four inches, and metal is about five inches. No matter how fertilized they are, they can't exceed seven inches. They are considered to have average talents."
Even if he was born in the immortal world, he would probably stop becoming a god. If you use resources to pile up, there is a slight possibility of becoming a feather. But looking at the rather rundown decoration in the courtyard, it was obvious that the baby girl did not have such a background.
it is not important.
She then thought about the feasibility of "Pei Xihe uprooting the persimmon tree".
At the same time, the mind power was running, and the mind power of three colors emitted from the center of his eyebrows, sweeping the tree completely, and it was still an ordinary, ordinary tree.
But it happened that Pei Xihe was born with psychic powers, and she was blessed by luck. She had a mysterious and indescribable intuition in her heart, which was the tree in front of her.
All goes well? It turned out to be Persimmon Ruyi.
I haven't noticed anything now. Could it be that there seems to be no results? To be honest, Pei Xihe has never eaten persimmons. When he was a child, he grew up in the human world. The area was not suitable for his growth. When he was four years old, he worshiped Kunlun. When he was practicing Qi, he did not dare to eat ordinary food to contaminate it, but he could eat bigu pills. At most, later...
She calculated the time and found that it was enough, so she raised her hand and shot a ray of magic power towards the persimmon tree to protect it from being destroyed.
Of course, Pei Xihe could use magic to ripen it in advance, but in his heart he still wanted to comply with the changes in the laws of nature, so he called out to Shang Xuanyu, and the two of them turned and left together.
Why wait a few months? The time is right, come and eat persimmons!
