Li Qingxiao vaguely remembered that in the process of practicing just now, the beads were conveying some kind of idea to him, but this idea was too weak, and he only heard one sentence: Who can always be peaceful, and everything in heaven and earth will return.
He felt that this sentence was a bit profound. He had never come into contact with such a profound method in the world of cultivation.
Thinking of this, he became more fond of the Xuanhuang Bead in Zifu. The main function of this bead at present is to absorb spiritual energy. After purification, it overflows for his own use.
It seemed that he had misunderstood the beads before, but now he couldn't bear to let the beads go. He didn't have to admit his master before, but now he wants to make Xuanhuang Zhu acknowledge him as his master as soon as possible. Where can he find such a good treasure?
As if he could sense Li Qingxiao's thoughts, the dim beads turned around in Zi Mansion, and then became silent and motionless, as if they were still.
At this time, as the sun set, Li Qingxiao looked at everything in front of him. The entire mountain forest was devastated. He shook his head and glanced at Liu Zhouyue who was practicing.
He was surprised to find that Liu Zhouyue's cultivation was already at the late Earth level, and he was gathering strength to hit the barrier of Heaven-level cultivation.
When his cultivation reached the fifth level of Qi training, Li Qingxiao was only excited, but he calmed down. He needed to stabilize his cultivation. It was not the time for him to get carried away yet.
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Pavilion in the middle of the lake.
The roaring sound kept roaring in the sky, completely covering up the huge noise caused by Li Qingxiao's practice.
Emperor Chengtian looked at the formations closing up one after another, feeling extremely excited. Finally, he waited for this day. The Lord promised him that as long as the formations were closing, Di Xiyan could be at his disposal.
When I think about wearing a curtain hat on the head and covering it with a purple gauze scarf, what kind of appearance does it look like?
After a one-night romance with Lin Xiaodie, she was always looking for the next target. Although Liu Zhouyue was beautiful, as an emperor, he preferred successful women. Lin Xiaodie, as the saint of Hehuan Valley, It powerfully aroused his possessive desire, but Liu Zhouyue, as a maid, prevented him from even having any thoughts.
But Di Xiyan was different. As the princess of the Di family, she was also his distant sister, which strongly aroused his desire.
"Crack!"
After a loud friction sound, all the formations had been closed, and a huge invisible formation fell from the sky. A dozen heaven-level masters lined up on the left and right were instantly hidden in the formation, making no sound.
Even Di Tiancheng, who was at the pinnacle of the heaven level, didn't notice. Just when he was feeling proud of his dirty thoughts, a vague voice came from the small room of the Hidden Gate Hall: "Come here, carry me over."
It’s that old and immortal master again. Indeed, ever since he, Emperor Tiancheng, met this master who didn’t want to be seen in public, he has followed his master’s instructions and his cultivation level has advanced by leaps and bounds. In a short period of time, he has advanced from the earth level to the heaven level. Peak level cultivation.
However, what puzzled him was the first time he met the Lord. The Lord said that he was gifted and needed a blood sacrifice, so he took a basin of blood from him as the price of the blood sacrifice.
Now that I think about it, I really can’t figure it out. Does a blood sacrifice require so much blood?
Also, he didn't know about this hidden place, the Hidden Door, before, but why did the Lord know it clearly? What made him even more confused was that the Lord even knew the incantation to enter the Hidden Door.
If his lord hadn't promised to help him restore the Hanliang Empire of the Emperor's family, Emperor Tiancheng would have been unwilling to associate with such a mysterious and unpredictable person.
Although he had many doubts about his lord, Di Chengtian immediately got up and went to the small room.
"My lord."
As soon as he entered the small room, Di Chengtian spoke respectfully.
"Well, carry me over now."
The slightly old voice came, without any emotion.
"Lift the bed?"
Di Chengtian asked doubtfully. Since he was a child, he has only seen people carrying sedan chairs, but never people carrying beds.
"No, it's to carry the coffin---cough cough cough---"
Upon hearing this, a drop of sweat broke out on Di Chengtian's forehead. What? Carrying a coffin?
Obviously, Di Chengtian was completely confused by the words "carrying a coffin", and he couldn't seem to find the east, west, north, and south.
At this time, a cold snort came out, and a big withered hand suddenly appeared from the white curtain. The fingers were pale and bloodless, and the nails were several meters long, like five sharp swords.
"laugh!"
With just one claw, he scratched a trail of blood on Di Chengtian's chest.
"What are you still dawdling about?"
The curtains were removed at some point, and what came into view was a huge coffin lying on the bed. Only a withered hand could be seen on the coffin, and its fingers stretched into the coffin, making sizzling sounds from time to time.
When Di Chengtian saw this scene, he was immediately stunned. Even at the peak of the heaven level, he was also shocked by the scene in front of him.
Especially the claw just now, he didn't even notice it at all. What kind of cultivation does the Lord have? Could it be the legendary innate superiority?
"Yes, my lord, my subordinates will lift it up immediately."
"Hehe, the blood of the descendants of the Emperor's family is really good, but it's a pity that after that pot, I can no longer feel any benefit."
With a thud, Di Chengtian felt a panic in his heart. Sure enough, there is no such thing as a free lunch. The living dead in front of him definitely had an ulterior motive in finding him.
However, he no longer thinks about this. He wants to save his own life first. As for the Hanliang Empire that the Lord promised to help him restore the emperor's family, he has now completely ignored it.
A few breaths later, Di Chengtian had already called three heaven-level warriors, and the four of them lifted the coffin together and rushed to the lake center pavilion.
In the pavilion in the center of the lake, Di Xiyan looked at the closed formation, feeling anxious in his heart. As his inner energy circulated, the long sword was unsheathed, and bursts of sword sounds shot straight into the sky.
"Break it for me!"
Pointing his sword at the sky, Emperor Xiyan jumped up and let out a cry.
But the backlash of sword light shrouded her layer by layer, and in the blink of an eye, more than a dozen heaven-level warriors were surrounding her, disappearing and appearing.
"boom!"
With a loud noise, the inner energy of Di Xiyan and a dozen heaven-level warriors collided, and the counterattack sword light in the formation became more and more powerful.
"puff!"
Di Xiyan was still hit by the powerful counterattack sword light, and was knocked to the ground, with a mouthful of blood spurting out of her mouth.
"Girl, why bother?"
Seeing blood spurting out of Di Xiyan's mouth, the living dead man in the coffin who was coming over let out a sigh of regret.
When Di Xiyan heard these words, she raised her head and looked at a coffin in front of her and Di Chengtian standing respectfully on one side. She suddenly understood in her heart that Di Chengtian was just a puppet and the real mastermind behind the scenes. It's the man in the coffin.
"Who are you?"
Di Xiyan asked.
"Hey, it's been a long time since anyone asked the old woman who I am? By the way, who am I? Even the old woman herself can't remember, ahem--"
Seeing that he didn't get the answer he wanted, Di Xiyan looked at Di Tiancheng, but no matter what Di Xiyan thought, Di Tiancheng didn't dare to say a word and just stood quietly.
"Ahem - girl - let's discuss something. Don't you want to restore the empire of the emperor's family? I can help you, old woman, and even help you become the empress."
Hearing the words of the man in the coffin, Di Tiancheng felt extremely bitter in his heart. At this time, he could no longer pretend to be an ostrich. He gritted his teeth and said, "My lord, you promised me to be the emperor of the Hanliang Empire." .”
"Quack, go to hell!"
That dry and pale hand picked up Di Tiancheng and threw him into the lake as if he were grabbing a chicken ready to be slaughtered.
Before Di Tiancheng fell, the swords of more than a dozen heaven-level warriors had already struck him. In the blink of an eye, Di Tiancheng had been torn into pieces and fell quietly on the lake.
"Hmph, you are worthy. You can't even resist the temptation of a little girl from Hehuan Valley. How can you talk about regaining the great cause of our imperial family."
After seeing Di Tiancheng's death, the man in the coffin spoke slowly.
"who are you?"
Di Xiyan didn't feel sorry for Di Tiancheng's death at all. It was only his own fault. What she wanted to know now was who was the person in front of her?
"Who am I? Ahem---yes, who am I?---Girl, you are a descendant of the Emperor's family, do you know about Emperor Ying?"
Hearing the old woman say the word "Di Ying", Di Xiyan's heart trembled. Only the direct descendants of the Di family knew about the existence of Di Ying, and some peerless masters, who had been passed down from generation to generation, knew about the existence of Di Ying.
Who is the old woman in front of me? Di Xiyan's eyes were full of confusion.
"I know that Di Ying is the ancestor of my Di family. He once fought against foreign enemies and died in the end."
"Well, yes, you are indeed a direct descendant of my imperial family."
"My Di family, who are you?" After hearing the words of the person in the coffin, Di Xiyan vaguely realized something.
"Ahem---the old woman is Di Ying's sister, Concubine Di Ning."
"Concubine Di Ning? It's impossible. How can a person from a thousand years ago survive to this day? Don't think that I, Emperor Xiyan, is easy to deceive."
Di Xiyan immediately realized that the person in front of her was lying. The ancestor Di Ying did have a sister named Concubine Di Ning, but how could she survive after thousands of years?
"Ahem---you are wrong. Indeed, I am dead. What I am now is just my soul."
"Soul? You----"
Di Xiyan stood up, holding a long sword in hand, and couldn't help but take a few steps back.
"Girl, you are very smart. Originally, the old woman planned to seize Emperor Chengtian's body and pass the Emperor's martial arts to him, but he disappointed me. He was actually broken by a little slut from Hehuan Valley. , he deserves to die. Ahem---"
"So, you plan to take over my body?"
Di Xiyan took a few steps back again, holding her sword across her chest as a defense.
"Well, that's right. The first time I saw you, old woman, I liked your body very much. The important thing is that your heart is clear and has a pure yin and righteousness, which just nourishes my soul."
"Hmph, don't even think about it!"
Di Xiyan simply refused. She was not a novice, and the other party's willingness was needed to succeed, unless the blood relationship was particularly close.
"Girl, this dragon formation is prepared just for you. Whether you like it or not, it will not change the outcome of being taken away by me. It is better to let go of your body and mind. At least it can reduce the pain, cough cough ---"
"you----"
