Author: No Nights in the prosperous Tang Dynasty

Pei Xihe is stepping into the small world of inheritance, who would have many spiritual objects in the world?

The resources accumulated over ten thousand years are a resource that Mahayana practitioners will be moved by.

But I can only stay for three months. If I have not entered the Tongtian Demon Tower, then the other monks will stay for three months.

The small world is extremely vast and has vast resources. Pei Xihe can only pull out his hair ten miles away from the place he has stepped on, without leaving any trace.

The trial eliminated too many monks, and many cultivators had spent all their time and the dispute was almost gone. Everyone knows that it would be better to change the territory and plunder resources than to spend time in the fight.

The snake bracelet on the hand emits a black halo, and the snake scales leave and radiate into light, and you will know that time has come.

It's time for her to leave.

She was really satisfied at this moment. She relied on the sensing of spiritual energy by the Tianling roots and capturing the five energy cycles by herself, and found nine top-grade spiritual stone mineral veins.

Yes, Jiuzhao, and her supreme destiny are really in line with each other. The accumulated resources have reached an unimaginable number.

Her cultivation is still in the middle stage of the Golden Pill, because it is impossible to spend all of this precious three months in seclusion.

As the black fog spread, Pei Xihe was taken away from here.

...

Zhao Hanfeng raised his feet, closed his eyes and calculated for a while, and smiled.

He turned over from the rocking chair, and Zhao Qingtang beside him was slightly surprised.

"Master, what's wrong with you?"

"Your junior sister is coming back."

"Oh, this has been a lot of years."

He stretched out his fingers and pinched the calculations one by one. Zhao Hanfeng gave him a blank look, and his fingers could not even count them.

“It’s been over four years.”

Zhao Hanfeng snorted a little annoyed, and Zhao Qingtang smiled.

"Master, you are still great."

He didn't want to pay attention to this stupid apprentice, but he suddenly frowned.

"I'm waiting for your junior sister to come back here, I have something to do."

Zhao Qingtang looked at his frowning brows and knew that he had something important to do, and it was getting more and more frequent.

"Don't worry, master."

Zhao Hanfeng nodded, raised his hand and tore a crack in the space, stepped into it, and dissipated invisible.

Seeing him leaving, Zhao Qingtang lay down on his master's rocking chair and sunlight comfortably.

But his eyes opened, and there was a hint of sorrow between his eyebrows. The master had gone out three or four times over the years, which was not a good signal.

He survived the second heavenly thunder a year ago and became the second zodiac earthly immortal, but it had to be faster.

………

Zhao Hanfeng tore through the void and went to another place.

The palace is floating on the clouds and the mist is floating.

Fourteen platinum jade chairs are arranged in a round shape.

And on every chair is a master of immortality.

He then took his seat, his eyes slightly cold.

"What's the abnormal movement this time?"

An old man with long white beard stood up from his chair and sighed.

With a wave of his hand, the robe rolled, and he threw out the person from it.

Bound by a golden immortal rope, the man looked covered with black patterns and looked ferocious.

"I found this person among my disciples of Yuan Sect. He is the core disciple of my lineage. His name is Cheng Yuan. His soul has not been taken over and he has hidden it very well, but he was exposed when the formation of our sect was repaired.

, Only then did he realize that he had been eroded by evil seeds, and his soul had been changed in its essence."

"Please look at it all."

He sat back on the chair, with a hint of coldness between his eyebrows. This disciple was originally a core disciple, with great talent and qualifications, and his cultivation level had reached the Nascent Soul stage. If he did not discover it in time, he would be a big trouble in the future.

A magic power shot out and fell on the disciple.

He immediately captured his soul and became transparent under the light transformed by magic power, and could clearly see a ball of black gas hidden in it.

The one who took action was Kunlun Wuyazi. His magic power was terrifying sword intent, and He Fengrui condensed a small sword and fell to his soul's chest.

"Can you take it out?"

If it is taken out forcibly, the disciple's soul will definitely be damaged, but if it is not taken out, perhaps he will not be able to escape the control of this ball of black gas in his life.

"Take it."

The ancestor of Yuanzong sighed and replied.

Suddenly the small sword pierced into the soul's chest and cut out a ball of black gas.

At the same time, the air wave suddenly exploded.

A palm stretched out, flashing pure magic power, forcibly twisting the space power turned into two shields, blocking the disciple's soul and the explosion of black gas.

This is the power of dragon and tiger.

The evil aura flashed slightly in his eyes.

"check!"

The ancestor of Yuanzong promptly drove the pure magic power to send the soul of the disciple named Cheng Yuan back to his body, but the soul's heart was cut off, and his breath was extremely weak at this moment.

He sacrificed a ball of liquid with colorful clouds, which had the magical effect of nourishing souls.

They need this disciple to explain clearly what happened to the evil seeds, so that he must wake up quickly.

In the cover transformed by the power of another space, the black gas exploded, and a shallow black mist dispersed and could no longer be captured.

It was swept away instantly.

Zhao Hanfeng looked at the dissipating black fog, and there was no trace in the exploration. He was clean and neat. He should have planted a seal and prohibition. Once the black gas leaves the soul, it will destroy itself.

There are more and more abnormal movements recently.

...

After walking through the clouds and mist, Zhao Qingtang never noticed Pei Xihe's breath for a while.

Until a little pig rushed out of the wooden house.

"Dangkang."

Zhao Qingtang's eyes suddenly widened, and Pei Xihe's aura completely integrated into the world, and even concealed his perception.

"Senior Brother."

She bent down and picked her up and hummed.

It teased its nose and showed a smile on its lips.

"Hmph, that's great. I have practiced seriously and now I'm at the late stage of foundation building."

"Dangkang!"

He whimpered and arched her fingers until the golden elixir monster could not speak, but the self it shouted could be understood by the blood of the demon god.

"So well-behaved."

"Junior sister, it's amazing."

Zhao Qingtang got up from the recliner and looked at her. His cultivation level reached the first level, which was in the middle stage of the Golden Pill, but the feeling he felt was the sharpness hidden under the softness.

"I didn't even notice your breath just now."

Pei Xihe was humming and raised her head to look at him.

"The inheritance of the Heavenly Tail True Demon involves time, and His first level of trial can evolve through time and promote our state of mind."

"I'm just a first glimpse of this world."

She hugged her right hand and extended her left hand toward her, moving her fingertips slightly.

Of course, Zhao Qingtang could clearly see that the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and the five elements of the energy can actually be absorbed by practitioners, but the latter needs to truly touch on the Tao after promoting the world, rather than a simple glimpse of the Tao when you first hear it.

"Then have you got the lower half?"

Pei Xihe's eyes showed a little bit of color.

“That’s natural.”
Chapter completed!