However, Xiao Cheng certainly would not refuse this, and he was eager to think that his mother was indeed his mother.

Tang Qingyan's face was as red as blood, her mouth opened, trying to refute, but she couldn't say it. The words were said by herself. Even though she had not reached the point of discussing marriage with Xiao Cheng, if she objected, wouldn't she be willing to do so?

Long'er was overjoyed when he witnessed this dramatic change and said with a smug smile: "Look, I said there must be a hidden story here. You don't believe it yet. You should understand now. If you believe me, you will not cause such a misunderstanding."

Tang Yuque smiled and gave Long'er a blank look, patted Long'er's head intimately, and said, "Yes, yes, yes, we blame us for not believing you. Look, the one who makes you proud is your ghost..."

A storm subsided. After this festival, the strangeness between Tang Yuque and Tang Qingyan was eliminated. They were both from the Tianshan Sect and of course they had more common language. After exposing this, the aunt and nephew chatted about the changes in the Tianshan Sect over the past 20 years, and Xiao Cheng was cold to the side.

Once the Yin Gang tide begins, it will last for three or four days. Xiao Cheng had to stay in the small world and think about how to leave. However, after thinking about it, he still didn't expect a feasible solution. However, after three or four days of getting along, Xiao Cheng treated his mother more and more casually, and his name changed from mother to mother.

However, after three or four days of hard thinking, he did not lose his gains. He did not think of a way to leave the death prison, but came up with a more efficient practice plan. If this idea is true, then their practice in the death prison will be smoother.

His mother said that the Death Prison is a unique place for cultivation, but it is not entirely true. The Death Prison is extremely rich and has a high level of spiritual energy, which is of course of great help to practice. However, the spiritual energy and the Yinsha energy, the Xuanyin energy, the Heavenly Power and the Glorious Wind, and the Domineering Fairy Rhyme have been mixed all year round, and have become an inseparable mixed energy.

His mother changed the Yin-Yang Shentong Art, and of course she could take the Yin-Yang vital energy mixed with it for herself, without worrying about causing any damage, but he, Long'er, Tang Qingyan and Zhou Qingyun were not.

It is impossible for him to modify the martial arts, and it is even more impossible for Long'er. Tang Qingyan's practice is deeply rooted and is not suitable for modifying the martial arts. Zhou Qingyun is stubborn and cannot give up the martial arts of Jiange to modify other martial arts.

If you do not practice the Yin-Yang Shenzhi and absorb this spiritual energy, you must strip away other components. Not only will it be difficult to absorb, but it will also cause Yin evil to invade the body. The domineering immortal rhyme will directly affect the Tao base and bring great harm.

In view of this, he felt a stir in his heart and considered using four swords to arrange the Liu Cang formation. He could only decompose the Liu Cang formation, remove the impurities mixed in the spiritual energy, and turn the Liu Cang formation into a spiritual gathering formation with refined spiritual energy. In this way, it would naturally be easier and more efficient to practice.

However, it is only possible to know whether this idea can be achieved after trying it.

Four days later, Xiao Cheng opened the portal of the small world, felt that the Yin Gang tide had passed, and the outside world was relatively calm, so he left the small world and sacrificed four four-simile swords and the Cang formation map on the bank of the mysterious dove. In an instant, a strong wind blew, the sword energy soared into the sky, and the majestic sword formation aura spread across the four fields, and the whole world seemed to be shaking.

Xiao Cheng was worried that the aura of the sword formation was too domineering and caused the death penalty, so he deliberately suppressed the power of the sword formation.

Under Xiao Cheng's control, the Liu Cang Formation diagram was supplemented by the Liu Cang Formation. The Liu Cang Formation quickly formed, forming a sword wave with a diameter of 100 meters on the bank of the mysterious dove. The colorful light of the array was extremely magical and endlessly running.

The Lie Cang Formation is a living formation that can change with the environment according to the thoughts. It slowly changes under the influence of Xiao Cheng's thoughts, and constantly adapts to the environment in the prison. After half an hour of attempts, it finally achieved some results.

Xiao Cheng was in the formation and clearly felt that the yin aura in the formation was rapidly weakening, and the domineering fairy charm gradually faded. In addition, the violent aura in the spiritual energy also quickly declined. The spiritual energy became more and more intense as time passed, making people feel relaxed, and the spiritual energy seemed to actively drill into every pore.

"Not bad, not bad! The effect is better than expected!" Xiao Cheng nodded with satisfaction. Although he had not practiced yet, he could tell based on his feelings that practicing in this environment is more efficient than absorbing immortal stones. Moreover, the weak fairy aura is shrouded in it, which makes people improve their understanding and achieve twice the result with half the effort in practicing.

Xiao Cheng made some subtle adjustments to the formation to achieve the best effect. In just over ten minutes, the spiritual energy in the formation was rich and fogging, and the fairy charm was filled with, which felt a bit like a fairyland.

Xiao Cheng took a deep breath of spiritual energy, and every cell in his body became particularly excited, and sighed: "The environment here is probably not worse than the immortal world. Practicing here can be at least twenty or thirty years in a year. If it weren't for the fact that there were too many bonds in the outside world, it would be a good choice to practice here in seclusion."

Xiao Cheng checked the formation and made sure there were no mistakes. Then he entered the small world and called Tang Qingyan, Long'er, and Zhou Qingyun to come out to practice. Considering that his mother's body had not yet fully recovered, he did not invite his mother out. However, Tang Yuque was also an idle master. Everyone left, and it was boring to stay in the small world alone, so he simply followed Xiao Cheng out to practice together.

The most important thing for a practitioner is his cultivation and strength. No matter when, improving his cultivation is the top priority, let alone being unable to go out for the time being, what else can he do besides practicing? To improve his cultivation as soon as possible, perhaps he can leave the death prison as soon as possible.

For the rest of the days, the five people were practicing, except for chatting, and their practice was destined to be boring and boring.

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In early spring, the ice and snow have just melted, but Yunxiao City is a scene of lush and prosperous plants.

In the evening, the setting sun was filled with the sky, and the bloody skylight shone, Yunxiao City seemed particularly solemn.

In the side hall of the Lord of Yunxiao City, there were flowers blooming like flowers. Xiao Cheng (the clone) walked through the corridor and came to Yao Tiao's door. Seeing that Yao Tiao's door was faint, he pushed it away casually. Yao Tiao held the snow cheek with one hand and looked at the notebook without any focus, as if he was thinking about something.

Yao Tiao heard the footsteps and looked up. He saw that it was Xiao Cheng. He raised his eyebrows with no interest and asked as if nothing had happened: "What's the wind today? It's blowing our Grand Marshal. The Grand Marshal is a very busy man. He can't even be busy with those beauties. Why are there any time to come to my master's place? Tell me, what's the matter?"

Xiao Cheng naturally heard that Yao Tiao's words were sarcastic, and he was obviously quite dissatisfied with handing over most of the affairs of the Dao Alliance to her, but he was the manager of Hua Qianyuexia.

Yao Tiao had this kind of temperament, so Xiao Cheng didn't care. He didn't think that he smiled and said, "Whoever is with whom we still need to ask for a word?"

Xiao Cheng said as he sat down beside Yao Tiao, and naturally grabbed Yao Tiao's slender waist, which caused Yao Tiao to roll his eyes.

"I am trapped in a world that cannot be left. You are resourceful and wise. I'll ask if you have any solutions?" Xiao Cheng put away his frivolous smile and asked seriously. One person is short-sighted and the two are long-sighted. Yao Tiao always has a bit of a crooked mind. Maybe he can't think of a way, but Yao Tiao can come up with a unique way.

A few days ago, he had told Yao Tiao that he had found his mother, but he didn't tell me the situation of his and others.
Chapter completed!