Seeing that he couldn't argue with Zong Qianyu, Zong asked for something, so he looked at Hua Ruyan apologetically. The expression is a little shy.

"Ruyan, those are all nonsense from Uncle Shi, don't mind. Zong was a little confused.

Although Zongwen is also a good lover in Yushu Linfeng, a talent, in the eyes of the vast majority of people, he can already be regarded as a beautiful man. But in front of Hua Ruyan, she is still a little unconfident.

"Ask my mistress, I think you should call me a saint, the name Ruyan is for the people close to me and my future double cultivation partner. It's not right for you to call. Hua Ruyan calmly looked at Zong Wenqing and said lightly.

Zong Wenqing's breath was suffocated, and his face was even more gloomy.

In this way, it is a strange question. I also hope that the saint will forgive the unintentional mistake of intercession. Zong asked and apologized.

"Grass, you kid is just an elm pimple, do you have such a thing chasing women? It will make people think that you are not sincere. Chasing a woman means having no face and no skin, stalking and fighting, and unscrupulous means to achieve the goal. You're really angry, rotten wood can't be carved, rotten wood can't be carved. Zong Qianyu shook his head angrily. While pointing his finger at Zong Wenqing's forehead, he kept counting the falls.

"Haha...... Old man Zong, let's eat lame. Yes, yes, a stunning woman like the Flower Saintess does not have earth-shattering abilities, and does not have the ability to drive slaves and colorful auspicious clouds to marry him, how can she get the favor of the Flower Saintess? At this time, another rampant laughter began to sweep the audience.

The sonic attack in the sound caused the cultivators who were slightly weaker to be present to have blood gushing out of their seven orifices, and they were almost scattered.

Originally, these people were still complacent about their strength, and Ji thought about the surprise that this treasure of heaven and earth was in his pocket. However, in front of these old monsters who have been in retreat and cultivation for many years, they found that their strength was not worth mentioning at all.

Some people have already had the idea of retreating, no matter how good the treasure is, it is not as important as their own little life, and if the little life is gone, then there is nothing.

Obviously, with these old monsters here, the strange treasure obviously can't fall into his hands.

"Hmph, old man sword, what kind of shit and salty fart you put around. What do you need to comment on, an old bastard? Zong Qianyu's anger was ignited instantly, and he scolded like a cannon.

"Tut-tut...... It's been so many years, and it's still such a virtue, no wonder people have always taken a fancy to you, and you still look like a fart all day long, following behind other people's butts, Zong Qianyu, I'm panicking for you. ”

The voice landed, and a thin old man, with long hair dancing lightly, looked like he was smiling, tilting his head to look at Zong Qianyu.

"Fourth uncle, you are here. At this time, Jian Qingyun came to the old man's side and saluted.

"Huh...... Qingyun boy, you did a good job, and the family will write down this credit for you. Jian Xiaoling patted Jian Qingyun's shoulder and laughed softly.

"This is what Qingyun should do, Qingyun is a disciple of Wanjian Villa after all. Jian Qingyun said respectfully and humbly.

"I said sword boy, when did Lao Tzu use you to panic for me? Besides, you old bastard is not in your sword mound nest, what are you doing in the Ten Thousand Flowers Domain? If you're in a hurry, go and tickle the dog. Zong Qianyu glanced at the old man.

"Wanhuayu is not your family, I can come if I want to, and I will take care of your business. As for the reason, hehe, last night, the old man, I had a dream, and I dreamed that your kid was killed, so I worked tirelessly, traveled thousands of miles, to give your old boy a funeral, who knows, you old boy is so uncompromising, and he is still alive. Blind old man, I have so many tears. Jian Xiaoling shook her head and sighed.

"Why, Lao Tzu is not dead, you are very disappointed, Sword Boy, aren't you? Don't worry, even if you die, Lao Tzu won't die. Okay, now that I've seen it, I've seen it, it's okay, what should I do, why don't I go. Don't get in the way of your eyes. Zong Qianyu waved his hand impatiently.

"No, I'm going to stay here for a few more days, and what if you do die in those days? It's not worth it, it's not worth it. Besides, this is the place of the Ten Thousand Flowers Domain, and the Elders of the Dead didn't say anything, you eat radishes, what kind of heart do you have to worry about?" Jian Xiaoling's head shook like a rattle. And very seriously.

"Phew... Bah... The child's words are unscrupulous, and the wind blows away. It seems that the old guy has itchy hands again after not fighting for a few years. Zong Qianyu rolled up his sleeves and was about to get started.

"Wusheng, you young people go and play together, you don't have to follow me, an old man. The old guy of the Zong family has tight bones again, do you want me to loosen it for him?" Jian Xiaoling turned his head and said to Jian Wusheng, who was following him.

The sword is lifeless, the sword is lifeless, the sword is hidden, there is no sword, there is no life, there is no sword.

In short, as long as there is a sword and there is no life, there is no life.

The most demonic disciple of Jian Wusheng Wanjian Villa, he had already cultivated to the realm of sword heart at the age of thirty-eight, and he was born with a sense of closeness to the sword. It's as if he was born for the sword. Ten Thousand Swords Villa's "Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect", he has already cultivated to the seventh layer, and his strength is enough to beat most elders.

Jian Wusheng, originally not surnamed Jian, but since the talent was revealed, he was accepted as a righteous son by the Sword Supreme, the owner of Wanjian Villa, and gave him the surname Jian, and the Sword Supreme loved him even more than his own flesh and blood. Moreover, threatening to say that the sword is lifeless, he will be the only heir of the next Ten Thousand Swords Villa.

Jian Wusheng listened to Jian Xiaoling's words, nodded slightly, then stepped aside, closed his eyes and the moon, sensed the faintness of the strange treasure, and quickly entered a state of concentration, feeling his confusion about the way of the sword.

Rarely, Hua Weixian showed a hint of appreciation to Jian Wusheng.

In the distance, Zong Qianyu and Jian Xiaoling had already started fighting, and the violent energy caused the entire space of Tianzhen Mountain to be turbulent, the mountains collapsed and the ground cracked, the sand flew away from the rocks, the stars sank and the moon moved, and the rivers and seas were overturned. The power of the Dao Realm Fourfold Xuan Immortal Ancestor was all unleashed.

Except for Jian Wusheng, Hua Ruyan, Zong Wenqing, and Hua Weisheng, everyone else was immersed in the battle between Zong Qianyu and Jian Xiaoling.

After all, at such a close distance, watching the battle between the two Dao Realm Quadruple Xuan Immortal Realm Ancestors, this opportunity could simply be said to be a rare opportunity in a hundred years. If he can understand some of the fur from the battle between the two, it will also be a great opportunity for him.

At this time, two black dots, from a distance, flew at a very fast speed.

Soon, yes.

With a "boom", a black dot slammed into the ground. The impact made the entire Tianzhen Mountain tremble.

Everyone was awakened from the artistic conception of the battle between the two Dao Realm Quadruple Xuan Immortal Ancestors, and they were all furious. Some people are so anxious that they even forget the environment they are in, and they are about to scold.

However, when he saw the two objects that fell to the ground, he hurriedly covered his mouth in fright, and his face was even more pale, looking like he had palpitations and the rest of his life after the catastrophe.

It turned out that the two objects were actually two black coffins.

I don't know what material the coffin is made of, the whole body is black and dumb, and the eerie hair makes people's hairs explode.

This is the most obvious sign of the Hall of the Dead Corpse, and the people of the Hall of the Dead Corpse have arrived.

Wanhua Valley, Tianzongmen, Wanjian Villa, Yin Corpse Palace, the four top forces that have dominated the Qin and Han continents for tens of thousands of years, today, February 13, 58,733 in the Qin and Han calendars, and March 16, 2021 in the Chinese calendar. Gather in Tianzhen Mountain.

Tianzhen Mountain, which is about fifty miles away from Autumn Wind City, a barren mountain that is not known to too many people, will also leave a strong mark in the history of the Qin and Han Continents due to the gathering of the four top forces.

Hua Weiyan frowned slightly, her face was a little not good-looking, she thought about it, and still crushed a jade talisman caged in her cuff.

The future may have exceeded her predictions. But this is the territory of their Ten Thousand Flowers Domain after all.

and in my territory, listen to me.

And Mo Xiaochuan, who was deep in the belly of Tianzhen Mountain, still didn't know that the barren mountain he chose to retreat and refine the heart and blood of the innate divine beast "Meng" has now become a place where masters gather.

At this moment, Mo Xiaochuan's refining has also reached the most critical juncture.

Devouring, refining, inheriting, imprisoning the soul, condensing the body.

At this moment, Mo Xiaochuan's main primordial spirit was still sitting cross-legged in the air, his expression was solemn, surrounded by purple light, and the body of the primordial god was even more condensed. The magic of his hands is in line with the Tao, almost reasonable, and beautiful in an instant. The trajectories of all kinds of Dao, the laws of heaven and earth, turned into thousands of regular chains, like satellites circling the earth, circling and flying around Mo Xiaochuan's main primordial god.

One thought is the way, and the thought is the way. Tao is born of nothing, there is no birth of one, one life is two, two is born of three, three is the past and the present life, the future, the unprovoked reincarnation, the eternal manifestation, turned into a furnace, the raging Hongmeng purple fire, calcining Mo Xiaochuan's body.

If the purple pole is not, Hongmeng is born of fire, tempered thousands of times, and perfectly regenerated.

At this moment, Mo Xiaochuan's treasure is solemn, and his whole body, without a trace, is full of golden light, like a golden-bodied Arhat, immortal and indestructible. The muscles on Mo Xiaochuan's body showed exquisite lines, and there were flashes of light on it from time to time, faintly revealing the Great Dao runes. The bones are elastic and tight, and the joints of the bones and joints are engraved on them with regular chains, winding and turning.

The cells in all parts of the body, one volt at a time, breathing in general, drumming and moving, all carried the energy of destroying the world, causing the space around him to explode, and the space blade cut on Mo Xiaochuan's body, leaving only a faint white mark.

Golden body Dao fruit, immortal space. Mo Xiaochuan's physical cultivation finally made another breakthrough.

The two top-level exercises of the three thousand universes of "Mixed Yuan Condensation Dafa" and "Hongmeng Origin Formula" were operated to the extreme by Mo Xiaochuan.

In the position of Mo Xiaochuan's dantian, a huge star, the size of a satellite, is lush and vibrant.

Initial stage of molding. After coming to the Qin-Han Continent for nearly a year, Mo Xiaochuan made a breakthrough again. Directly skipped the middle stage of viviparity, and the late stage and consummation directly broke through to the early stage of metaplasia.

(End of chapter)