Qingyang Huan looked at Ji Zhou with a smile, and had some thoughts in his heart, as for Danzhu Huangyu, Poor Guanglie and others who were beaten into the ground by him in the mountains, he naturally couldn't kill them.

If he kills it, then the game between him and these Xun clans will be completely over, but even if he can't kill them, he can't cheapen them in vain, and it's still okay to give them a long memory.

However, Ji Zhou's arrival made him change his attention, since Ji Zhou opened his mouth to intercede for the heir of the Xun clan, then it would be better to dig some benefits from him, lest he have to look for Ji Zhou in the future.

The ghost clan is worried.

Of course, a ghost clan has no effect on him, the Styx water control flag in his hand that he wants, three Styx water control flags, he has two in his hand, originally he was thinking about how to exchange it from Ji Zhou's hands, but he didn't expect Ji Zhou to appear, such a good opportunity, can not be missed.

Naturally, Qing Yanghuan's thoughts, Ji Zhou also noticed it, and couldn't help but curse in his heart, but it was a pity to look at the miserable figures in the depths of the mountain range, crawling out of the big cracks in the ground, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching.

He really couldn't watch these heirs die in front of his eyes.

The Styx Water Control Flag, even if there is only one left, is not inferior to Wang Bing's treasure, but it is a pity that it was targeted by Qingyang Huan.

"Ghost sorrow, leave it to you. ”

After a few breaths, Ji Zhou spoke.

Suddenly, Qingyang Huan smiled more and more satisfied, yes, smart people are easy to talk about, just a little bit.

In this way, in the friendly exchange between the two, Qingyang Huan left with ghosts, and as for Danzhu Huangyu, poor Guanglie and others who were beaten into pig's heads by him, they were naturally handed over to Ji Zhou.

......

The Xingchen Shenzhou turned into a universe crossed by streamers, constantly attracting the bright starlight of the sky to fall, vaguely manifesting phantoms such as phoenixes and Kunpeng, dragging the Shenzhou to break through the void and go towards the endless land in all directions.

This time, Qingyang Huan naturally doesn't have to hide from anyone, and can return to the Guiru World openly.

Under the dragon pillar at the bow of the Xingchen Shenzhou, Qingyang Huan sat cross-legged, his body glowing with a faint purple light, his blood and qi were silent, and his mind was silent in the small world.

Thundered!

In the depths of the Xuanhuang small world, the heavens and the earth thundered, the chaos god thunder tree swayed, stirring the thunder dragon roaring in the void of the small world, and above his small world, there were small worlds that exuded all kinds of divine colors.

The small worlds such as the Light, the Holy Dao, the Underworld, and the Golden Crow blended into the depths of the world, revealing the outline of most of the world, and at this moment, they were slowly rotating under the thunder in the sky, exuding all kinds of breaths.

It's a pity that at the moment, Qingyang Huan can only swallow the small worlds of other martial artists into his own small world, and he has not yet understood how to baptize these small worlds in the next step.

These small worlds are suspended above the Xuanhuang world, like stars, emitting light, either hot or cold.

But at this moment, what he was concerned about was the sky above the center of the small world, between the surging thunder, a large area of innate qi was endless, converging into a huge storm vortex, and in the center of the vortex, three palm-sized black flags swayed.

The three Styx Water Control Flags exuded a desolate, ancient aura, absorbing the innate breath of the small world, and the mottled particles attached to the surface of the flags slowly peeled off.

This desolate aura seems to transcend the years and eras, incomparably long and desolate, and it seems to be far more desolate than the era that Qingyang Huan knows.

Thundered!

Fortunately, in the small world of innate Xuanhuang, the innate qi is endless, but the three flags are like three bottomless pits, constantly absorbing the innate qi, like a dry earth, after thousands of years, nectar finally comes.

Airplanes!

The three Styx Water Control Flags were in the small world, and they had eaten the innate qi for three days and three nights, and only then did some changes occur, and on one of the flags, the original cold aura was swept away.

The cold breath was dispelled, and it was replaced by an ethereal, agile breath permeating out, which made Qingyanghuan feel as if he was fluttering like a fairy.

"Little turtle turtle, I remember you said that the age of the gods is the fifth great era since the opening of heaven and earth, and it is the era of 'immortals' and 'spirits' in the past, and the era of the hundred races and the human race in the future, isn't it?"

Uncle Turtle is sleeping heavily, since swallowing a golden crow chicken leg, the turtle master has accumulated surging strength in his body, so that now he is a little sleepy these days, and he wants to sleep very much.

"What, what, it's not right to disturb the turtle sleeping. ”

At this moment, I was very unhappy to be taken out of the turtle shell.

"Yes, my ancestor said that the civilization derived from each of these great eras is no worse than the medieval era of the human race, or even stronger. ”

"Okay, Master Turtle is going to sleep. ”

As he spoke, Gu Buxian retracted into the turtle shell again and fell asleep.

After getting what he wanted to confirm in his heart, Qingyang Huan's mind was once again silent in the depths of the small world.

He was very suspicious that the three small flags in front of him were from the era of civilization long before the Shinto civilization, and the ethereal, vast, and grand aura seemed to be very similar to the Dao clan.

The difference is that the ethereal nature of the Taoist clan contains a kind of humanity and a kind of love.

And the ethereal embarrassment exuded by the three small flags is a kind of ruthlessness and forgetfulness.

At this moment, the three small flags can no longer be called the Styx Water Control Flag, under the baptism of innate qi, the cold and evil that belong to the underworld have long been washed away, and they are rejuvenated.

However, the mottled patina attached to the three small flags has not been washed away.

Airplanes!

In the pervasive innate aura, the three small flags trembled at the same time, and three azure blue dao lights suddenly appeared, conjuring up a warm rune.

"Water. ”

The rune is very ancient, but you can understand the meaning contained in it, this character seems to be like a psychic, containing ethereal, but also belongs to the warmth of water, melting all things.

"It's weird. ”

Qingyang Huan showed his thoughts, this kind of psychic is not the same as the psychic of the divine pattern, it should be said that it is two different energies, but they all have the same path, and they all point to the origin of the Great Dao.

Immediately after this rune began to outline and intertwine, it turned into a flowing water, faintly manifesting the phantom of the stormy waves, and the three small flags rose and fell between the ten thousand waters, but let the ten thousand waters sink and float below.

The water control flag lives up to its name.

Buzz!

The next moment, the three flags floating in the illusory water began to merge, and when Qingyanghuan reacted, only a palm-sized small flag glowing with light blue light remained.

Whoa!

The sound of the rough water sounded from the small flag, surging like a big tide, and the shadow of the waves was faintly and constantly floating.

......

The palm-sized momentum of the hand rubbing, although it exudes a light blue light, it is still covered with mottled black dots, and between the palm rubbing, you can feel a kind of scrub.

Qing Yanghuan stared at this flag, and was coming over and looking at it upside down many times, except for the sound of the waves and a cold surprise, he could no longer see the slightest change, and the 'water' pattern that appeared before also disappeared.

After thinking for a long time, Qingyang Huan grabbed the turtle shell lying on the side again and shook it vigorously.

"Qingyang Huan, I'll fight with you. ”

The turtle poked his head out and opened his mouth to bite his arm, but he was attracted by the faint blue light.

"Faerie Treasure. ”

Suddenly, Uncle Turtle was not sleepy all of a sudden, and his two little eyes were staring at the water control flag.

"Is this the black and ugly little flag becoming?"

The next moment, Turtle Buxian asked again, he kept staring at the water control flag, and even touched the flag with his turtle feet.

"Can't be wrong, can't be wrong, this is the fairy spirit treasure, why is the turtle master called the turtle not an immortal, that is, my ancestors don't like 'immortals', saying that they are too ruthless for the sake of immortality. ”

"Faerie Treasure. ”

Qingyang Huan picked up the water control flag again and stared at it.

"Ah Huan quickly drip blood to recognize the master, quickly drip blood to recognize the master, see if this is the acquired immortal spirit treasure or the innate spirit treasure. ”

Suddenly, the turtle buxian seemed to have heard something, and suddenly shouted loudly.