Among the mountains, you can see white pavilions and palaces, and strange birds and animals can be seen everywhere.
In the northeast of the Bingpo Mountain Range, a towering white iceberg stands proudly in the world. At the foot of the mountain stands a white stone tablet more than thirty feet high, with three golden characters "Bingpo Peak" engraved on it, sparkling with light.
This is the forbidden area of the Ye family. Only a few clan elders can enter and exit. A white palace floats above the Ice Soul Peak. The door is tightly closed. There are three golden characters "Ice Soul Palace" written on the white plaque.
A secret room with countless white runes engraved on the stone walls.
An old man in blue robes with a red face sat cross-legged on a blue futon, staring at a white cauldron not far away. The surface of the white cauldron was engraved with a white python pattern. The white python was like a living creature. The surface of the white cauldron keeps wandering.
The old man in blue robe has a square face and big eyes. He has a goatee and his eyes are calm and intimidating.
Ye Xuanfeng, one of the five Mahayana monks of the Ye family in the middle stage of Mahayana.
Ye Xuanfeng is a hidden Mahayana monk of the Ye family. Even within the Ye family, few people know of Ye Xuanfeng's existence.
After a while, Ye Xuanfeng's magic formula changed, and the top cover of the white cauldron flew up, and a long sword with flashing white light flew out from it. The white flying sword was three feet long, the sword body was about an inch wide, and the sword hilt was engraved with " There was a flame pattern on it, emitting frightening spiritual energy fluctuations.
He made a move with one hand, and the white flying sword flew towards him and landed on his hand. With a slight wave, a clear sword cry sounded, and a white sword light swept out and struck the stone wall. The stone wall shook violently, and the runes kept flashing.
"Hey, it still doesn't work. What is the problem? It would be great if Xuanji was here. She has the body of Nine Suns and is a natural weapon refiner. If she stays in the family, maybe our Ye family can have a real Xuantian. precious."
Ye Xuanfeng said to himself, his face full of regret.
Ye Xuanji possesses the body of Nine Suns and is the first person to have the talent to refine weapons since the founding of the Ye family. She is the core disciple of the Ye family. Due to some special reasons, Ye Xuanji left the Ye family.
The Ye family currently has three Xuantian Remnant Treasures, and the most powerful Xuantian Remnant Treasure has seven-tenths of the power of the original.
Xuantian's treasure is divided into innate and acquired. Xuantian's treasure is cultivated into Xuantian's treasure. This is the innate Xuantian's treasure. Even the Ye family cannot cultivate it. The acquired Xuantian's treasure is refined by using a large number of rare materials. become.
Generally speaking, the innate Xuantian Treasure is much more powerful than the acquired innate treasure. However, it is too difficult to cultivate the innate Xuantian Treasure. As far as Ye Xuanfeng knows, the known Xuantian Treasures are all acquired. Made.
The Xuantian Treasure that is refined the day after tomorrow has certain flaws due to the skill of the refiner or the materials used to refine the weapon. This type of Xuantian Treasure consumes a huge amount of mana and is most powerful. Only one-tenth of the genuine product, this kind of treasure is called Xuantian remnant treasure.
Even if it is only one-tenth as powerful as the original, a Mahayana monk can be proud of having a Xuantian remnant treasure.
The Ye family has always hoped to refine a real Xuantian treasure, but unfortunately they failed.
Ye Xuanji had high hopes, but unfortunately she left the Ye family and no longer worked for the Ye family.
If she stayed in the Ye family, she would at least have the cultivation level of the early Mahayana period.
Ye Xuanfeng took out a magic plate with white light and entered a magic formula. A sad man's voice sounded: "Ancestor Xuanfeng, ancestor Yuyu failed to survive the seventh great catastrophe, and the way of death disappeared. "
"Understood, select three combined monks from the clan, train them carefully, and cultivate a Mahayana monk as soon as possible."
Ye Xuanfeng ordered.
The Ye family has the elixir to attack the Mahayana period and can continuously cultivate Mahayana monks. This is the foundation. As long as it does not encounter a catastrophe such as genocide, even if one or two Mahayana people die, the Ye family can recover after a certain amount of time. vitality.
If it were an ordinary Mahayana monk, he would have died in the fifth great tribulation. Ye Yuyu could survive until the seventh great tribulation, which is already very good.
"Yes, Ancestor Xuanfeng."
Putting away the magic plate, Ye Xuanfeng sighed and said to himself: "Xuanji, Xuanji, so what if I let you open the passage to the underworld? You are not a true immortal, how can you resurrect the dead tribesmen and resurrect the dead? The Mahayana people of other great clans have already accomplished it, so why do you think you can do things that even Mahayana monks can’t do?”
He shook his head, stood up and walked out.
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Xuanling Continent, Baihua Villa.
At dusk, the afterglow of the sunset shines on the Baihua Mountains.
A manor that occupies a very large area and a quiet courtyard.
There is a golden peach tree more than two feet high in the courtyard. A wooden swing hangs under a thick and long branch. Du Xueyao is sitting on the swing, smiling like a flower.
There are some golden petals scattered on the ground, and the fragrance of flowers is overflowing.
Wang Yidao has lived in Baihua Villa for some time. Du Xueyao told Wang Yidao about his childhood past. Wang Yidao listened quietly and occasionally responded with a few words. This was a unique way of communication between them.
There is a blue stone pavilion not far away. Wang Yidao is sitting in the stone pavilion, with several exquisite wine bottles placed on the blue stone table in front of him.
While Wang Yidao drank the spirit wine, he looked at Du Xueyao who was swinging on the swing. Du Xueyao's face was filled with a happy smile.
Wang Yidao picked up the wine glass and drank all the spiritual wine in the glass.
He looked at Du Xueyao, who smiled and said, "Have you finished drinking? I'll get it for you again."
"I want to go back."
Wang Yidao shook his head.
"When will you come again?"
Du Xueyao looked forward to it.
"You want me to come?"
Wang Yidao asked, staring at Du Xueyao.
Du Xueyao nodded and said seriously: "What about you! Do you want to come?"
"think!"
Wang Yidao nodded.
The smile on Du Xueyao's face deepened, and she said: "That's fine, as long as you want to come, you can come anytime, I welcome you at any time."
Wang Yidao stood up and walked out. After walking a few steps, he stopped, looked at Du Xueyao, and said seriously: "You are not allowed to invite others to drink."
"Ok. What about you!"
Du Xueyao looked expectant.
"I only drink the spiritual wine you brew."
Wang Yidao looked solemn.
"Can you smile for me? I like to see you smile."
Du Xueyao smiled lightly.
Wang Yidao smiled slightly and quickly returned to normal, with a straight face and an air of keeping strangers away.
"It's settled, you will only drink the spiritual wine I brew, and I will only treat you to a drink."
Du Xueyao said seriously.
"It's a deal."
Wang Yidao grinned, turned into a ray of light and walked through the air, disappearing into the sky.
"Next time, I hope we can drink together."
Du Xueyao said to herself, with a smile on her face.
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