Then, let alone the Martial Saint.

One lock is correct, and the thoughts move, and the mind blows open.

There are also nine hundred extra life and death locks, one fifty wealth point, and it costs 45,000 wealth points.

Innate Wuji Gong used the remaining eight deduction opportunities.

These eight deductions did not increase the characteristics of the innate Wuji Gong, but instead seemed to have broken some limit again, from the innate Wuji Gong to the innate Wuji Sutra.

The difference is only one word, but the power of the two is very different.

Jiang Shang could clearly feel that the route of his body's martial arts became more complicated, and the true qi in his body was transformed into new true qi every day.

No, it should be called true energy now.

This is a power that is higher than the true qi in the innate stage.

Needless to say, in the cave environment, the Taoist practice forty-five wealth points a year can be said to be a child and a child.

The additional two thousand years of Taoist practice spent more than 90,000 wealth points, and since then all the wealth he obtained from the Demon-Shenzhen Pass has been squandered.

What he received was that his Nine-tailed Demon Saint's bloodline was completely mature, and even under the continuous feeding of true energy, the bloodline seemed to have entered another mysterious stage.

Perhaps that is the so-called Great Sage.

But now it's just a bud.

Whether this is the Great Sage remains to be discussed.

The demon clan emphasizes the inheritance of bloodlines. As long as the bloodline continues to evolve, the level of skill will automatically improve until the source of bloodlines.

Jiang Shang has never encountered a bottleneck so far.

This made him very suspicious that the bloodline of the demon clan in his body might have had an accident or mutated.

Otherwise, if his mother had such a strong bloodline back then, she would have been tricked by his cheap father to stop him.

I'm afraid he has been closely protected by the Tianhu clan, and he even asked the Demon Saint to take action.

Unfortunately, the past has been buried deep in history.

All the parties involved have turned into bones, and Jiang Shang didn't think about anything to explore in the past.

Anyway, it's okay to be harmless to him.

There is no bottleneck, so who would dislike yourself as a genius?

Three thousand years of Taoism plus mature demon saint bloodline.

Jiang Shang is now very secure.

...

Two hours later.

As you reach directly in the air, under the speed of the Qingjiao card plane with a speed of nearly the speed of sound, you can already see the smoke rising from a distance.

There is Chenxi Town.

Jiang Shang jumped off the dragon's head, and the void was like the floor of his house, suddenly solidifying under his feet without any erratic feeling.

"Go back."

Jiang Shang patted Qingjiao's head.

In fact, he can fly over by himself, but he doesn’t feel as good as riding a mount if he flys by himself.

Although the Qing Jiao cannot be considered a real dragon, it is also considered a real dragon.

Riding a dragon's head was the boy's dream.

Just as Jiang Shang was sighing secretly, a loud shout came from the front:

"Bold monster, how dare you appear here? When I have no one in the Demon Suppression Department?"

Before he could finish his words, a blue laser light shot.

Jiang Shang looked confused.

What is this?

Air control?

The blue laser was extremely fast, and when it was close, it was clear that it was a blue oil paper umbrella.

The closer the laser light, the oil-paper umbrella gradually opened.

As we saw the changes in the world, a large green umbrella slowly opened, covering the world, covering more than ten miles in a radius.

At the same time, the sky fire suddenly dropped.

Under the umbrella, blue-red flames fell like small meteorites.

This is the first time Jiang Shang has faced a cultivator.

Before the people arrived, the offensive was already so Viron.

This umbrella should be the spiritual weapon of the practitioner, and it should also be used to isolate space.

Jiang Shang patted the restless Qingjiao lightly with his palm, but he didn't move at all.

Those flame meteorites were not close to him.

Then he grabbed the void and saw that the void was shaking, and the large spiritual weapon that had originally blocked the void was even more shaky.

Finally it moaned in pain, the umbrella was forced to be closed, and all the visions revealed in the void disappeared.

Jiang Shang carried an oil-paper umbrella and carried a hand on his back, as if he was going on a spring trip, with a leisurely and calm expression.

The owner of the big umbrella is a middle-aged beautiful woman with a mature temperament and beautiful appearance.

But she was wearing a simple coarse linen, gray and very old-fashioned, completely incompatible with her current temperament.

Needless to say, he is another master who is hiding among the people and enjoys himself.

He probably plays an old lady in her seventies or eighties.

The beautiful woman conquered Jiang Shang with one move. The Qing Jiao under her seat was so well-behaved, how could she not understand that she met a senior master?

She gave a gift from the air, and looked neither humble nor arrogant:

"I have met senior. This place is the ban on the Demon Suppression Division. I don't know why I didn't invite you?"

Jiang Shang looked dazed: "Are you not allowed to fly here?"

The beautiful woman couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Jiang Shang's attitude should not be coming to cause trouble, but probably he really broke in by accident.

She nodded and said, "This place is forbidden to air, and only the Demon Suppressing Division can pass through it.

I just saw the spirit beast under my seat, and flew in without any notice. I thought a monster broke in, so I took action. If it was offended, please forgive me."

Jiang Shang waved his hand and said, "It's okay, no one knows it. If you don't know, I won't blame you. If you don't know, I won't blame me."

Jiang Shang thought for a while, and pointed at the head of the green dragon, and saw a line of words suddenly appearing on the horn on its head.

"This thing has its own master. Please forgive me if you disturb me."

"It's OK."

"Go back, when you meet someone who hits you, show him the words on the corner."

Jiang Shang explained and asked Qingjiao to return to Hongyefang Market on the same road.

The beautiful woman on the side couldn't help but look surprised.

This was the first time she met such a good senior.

I saw the senior in her heart suddenly scratching her head and saying:

"Actually, you don't have to call me senior. I am a trainee from the training camp and come back to the training camp by flying boat."

"Oh, the ones who came over there were also people from the Demon Suppression Division. I won't disturb you from reminiscing about the past."

Jiang Shang swung his hand and the person had disappeared.

The beautiful woman took her oil-paper umbrella blankly, and thunder seemed to flash in her mind.

Training camp students?

What to play?!

Not long after.

On the other side, a strong man with a beard flew over with a giant sword like a door panel.

"Kui'er, I'll help you!"

"Hmm? Where is the monster?"

The strong man looked at the empty sky, blue sky and white clouds, extremely quiet.

The beautiful woman finally came to her senses and looked desperate:

"He said he was a student? How could he be a student?"
To be continued...