long night walk

Chapter 1524: Farming and Receiving Goods

In fact, what shocked Lady Qingshui the most was not the fact that the empress had a faint bald spot on her tail.

It's that she has been serving the Empress for hundreds of thousands of years and has never glimpsed the Empress' true body.

The queen's tail and stuff...

To be able to meet him once is simply a luxury wish!

But today, in this small garden, Grandma Wushan's recklessness was also reflected in her, and she was actually able to catch the empress's tail? ! ! !

She had been standing by quietly just now. Although the empress's tail was not tucked away, it was hidden under the hem of her skirt. It was so hidden that not even Grandma Wushan noticed anything strange.

On the contrary, she didn't realize until now that there was a tail that was similar in color to the dress hidden under the empress' dress...

It's just that the hair on this tail seems a bit sparse. At first glance, you can see the light white bald marks scattered between the tails...

She is a bird demon, and you can tell at a glance that the amount of hair on the empress's tail is very different from the hair on the little tiger's highness.

The empress was born with the body of a demon, and her true body was that of a tiger.

Now, could it be that the catastrophe is approaching, the original body has begun to appear uncontrollably, and the hair on the body has withered and fallen like the dead trees and leaves that are about to fall.

This is clearly the sign of death! ! !

This thought hit her heart with a crazy chill, which made the Qingshui female officer's nose suddenly sore, and her eyes gradually became moist and red, rolling into an uncontrollable feeling of sadness.

Cang Nanyi looked at Qing Shui, the female official, whose eyes were red and feeling sad for no reason.

She was told by this girl that she had a bald tail. She didn't lose her temper yet, so why did her eyes turn red first?

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Over the past few days, there is still an endless stream of foreign visitors in the Kunlun Mountains.

Baili'an was hiding in Wangchen's side hall, so it was rare for him to have some leisure time.

Since returning from the Najialan Cave, his mental power has been severely depleted like a dry river. In a few days, he has almost used the power of the talisman with a high intensity like a crazy flood. Even if the six talismans are aligned vertically and horizontally, He couldn't withstand such an instant burst of consumption.

It's just that after resting for the past few days, the mental energy that was so completely consumed has been replenished at an astonishing speed that has never been seen before.

In fact, Balian didn't even meditate deliberately.

Obviously, this is precisely because the power of his spiritual consciousness has been tempered and improved beyond imagination during this retreat in Jialan Cave.

Baili was sitting in a quiet room in the side hall, undisturbed.

He slowly raised an arm surrounded by a flowing cyclone, and as his spiritual consciousness overflowed, the meaning of the talisman formed itself.

The heart moves at will, the palms of the hands turn over, the lingering white cyclone makes the big sleeves bulge, and the invisible power of the consciousness turns into a sharp sword intent that is as real as substance.

The sword intent piled up into a mountain, and thirteen sword mountain images were formed behind Baili An.

Those are the Thirteen Swords of Tianxi!

Looking up at the thirteen sword mountains hanging towering above his head, Balian had surprise and a wry smile in his eyes.

The surprise is that when he was born as a human being, his luck was polluted by the black rope industry water, and his qualifications were limited. Under his father's fervent hope, he could not say that he would be able to awaken and comprehend the Thirteen Swords of the Celestial Seal. Any sword.

Even ordinary swordsmanship and the Heart Sutra cannot be mastered, which makes Bailiyu regret his whole life.

Now, as the demon he hates most, he has his own spiritual consciousness. The Thirteen Swords of the Heavenly Seal are sitting in the sky, overflowing into the sea of ​​consciousness. He uses his spiritual consciousness to temper the new sword soul. Compared with the Thirteen Swords Mountain under the mountain, it is towering. The momentum is actually comparable.

If one could integrate these thirteen swords of divine consciousness into one sword.

The power of this sword can forcibly cross racial boundaries, ignite the life star, and have the power to kill golden immortals.

Balian waved his hand gently and removed the shadow of the Thirteen Swords Sword Mountain Dharma Appearance.

The power of divine consciousness is still as abundant as mountains and seas.

The spiritual energy nodes between the bodies are like whales sucking water, converging all the spiritual energy around the body into them, and then dimming randomly.

There was no spiritual power in his body, but instead, the two corpse beads in his heart and dantian vibrated, and his blood energy suddenly surged.

The practice method of the corpse demon clan is actually inseparable from the power of divine consciousness.

It's just that in this world, the vast majority of corpse demons are dead bodies. It takes a long time and rare opportunities before they have the opportunity to awaken their minds and regain the power of their spiritual consciousness.

Therefore, the perception of a corpse demon with the power of divine consciousness is vastly different from that of an ordinary corpse demon with no intelligence.

As for the corpse demon with the power of divine consciousness, its divine consciousness is powerful, but it is far from as complete as it was in life, but it only plays an adequate role.

This is why most corpse demons do not have memories of their lives.

It is Si Li, the most talented princess among the corpse demon royal family. She has cultivated to this level and her consciousness is still intact during her lifetime.

But now, Bailian's spiritual consciousness is slightly exposed, but he can see clearly every plant, tree, flower and spirit on the entire Xixuan Peak.

The power of the divine consciousness in the sea of ​​consciousness is so huge that it is more than enough to support the spiritual methods of practicing immortality and the dark blood of the corpse demon clan.

This is equivalent to solving a dilemma that Bai Lian has been practicing for so many years in just a few days.

Human energy is limited, and it is not easy to spend a lifetime cultivating in one field to achieve great success.

Therefore, in this world, unless there are extremely special talents who are dual cultivators of spiritual talismans, dual cultivators of weapons and swords, and dual cultivators of array and martial arts, it is extremely difficult for some peak dual cultivators of qi to emerge.

Not to mention the dual cultivation of immortals and demons whose attribute camps are completely repelled by natural enemies.

Now that the power of divine consciousness is activated, Balian even finds that he can use spiritual power and dark blood power without any connection.

He gently shook his palm, realizing that the power of his consciousness was like a master key that could unlock any domain power in his body at will.

Only then did he confidently and boldly activate the spiritual power nodes in his body, guided by the power of divine consciousness.

The power of the dark blood and the spiritual power, which were originally repelling or even devouring each other in the body, and which had always been carefully maintained in balance, actually blended together very quietly and harmoniously.

The power of the two merges with each other. It looks like a small cyclone wrapped around the palm, but it is like a dormant dragon, implying an unknown powerful force that seems to have never existed in the world and is newly born.

However, while maintaining the integration of these two forces, the power of divine consciousness is still sufficient.

Balian thought for a while, and with deep eyes, the color of his pupils turned into light blue, the silver dragon horns grew, and he stood up tall, with a demonic aura soaring into the sky, but it did not affect the integration of the other two forces at all.

The silver-blue demonic energy turned into a cyclone, guided by his spiritual consciousness, Bailian's eyes moved deeply, and he used his mind as a pen to soak up the demonic power, swung it and wrote runes on it, and imprinted it on the two merging waves. Among the new powers.

Unexpectedly, his tempered spiritual power seemed to have the ability to communicate with the power of all things, and he could effortlessly carve the demon power runes clearly and steadily into the dark blood and spiritual power. middle.

A strange long buzzing sound echoed from the depths of Balian's body. For the first time, the three forces with completely opposite races and attributes were fused. No matter who it was, it was an extremely terrifying and unsafe act of self-destruction.

But there was no sign of nervousness on Bailian's face. The power of divine consciousness as abundant as mountains and seas was his most reliable and stable backing.

Whenever anything went wrong, he would be able to control the power of his consciousness and separate these three forces in an instant.

And this is indeed his first attempt to integrate the power of the three races of demons, immortals and demons into one.

However, this is indeed the first time that he has attempted this.

He can control this behavior without making any mistakes, because he has the confidence to be confident at the moment.

But he couldn't predict what kind of magical new power these three forces would create when combined.

The moment the silver-blue demon talisman formed a seal, a small storm seemed to appear in the quiet room, gradually spinning from the top of Balian's head to form a vortex like a vast ocean hanging in the deep sea.

But for some reason, the fusion of these three forces, guided by the power of divine consciousness, was like a sand tower under the shadow of a mirage, successfully condensed, but instantly collapsed with the wind and sand.

Watching the three strange auras of silvery blue, dark red, and white in front of me disappear into dots of light and disperse.

There was no disappointment in Balian's calm eyes.

He lowered his eyes and pondered, murmuring to himself: "Is it really not as simple as you thought?"

But no matter what, with the communication and fusion of the power of divine consciousness, these three forces can only merge and merge with each other for a short time, and then disperse.

But if he activates these three powers at the same time, there will no longer be any mutually exclusive and mutually devouring reactions.

You and I don't interfere with each other.

But...it can't be fused. What...is there something wrong with it?

Bailian, who was lost in thought, did not notice when the remaining light from the three forces in front of him scattered into dust and light and scattered, falling on the plush accessories hanging around his waist.

The long hairy ball suddenly radiated brilliantly.

Balian seemed to feel something, and his expression paused slightly. When he lowered his head, he saw that the hairy ball was hanging down from his waist, and when it fell into his legs, its shape actually began to change.

The soft fur ball with half an arm as long as a tail turned into a jade pen with a color as green as a lake.

The hair of the wolf is white and flawless, except for a cluster of ink at the tip, which has an elegant charm of plain wind pine.

Bai Lian's expression became more and more stunned.

He seemed puzzled as to how a good-looking hairy dumpling could turn into such a jade pen.

Bai Lian picked up the jade pen between his legs and looked at it over and over again for a long time. The jade pen felt warm and cool when he touched it. It was not as cold and hard as ordinary jade, but as fresh and moist as the cool skin of a beautiful woman. touch.

This jade pen... seems to be able to resonate with his demonic power?

Balian didn't understand how the hair he plucked from the poor tigress demon when he was drunk could turn into a jade pen at this time and resonate with his demon power.

And this jade pen looked like it was exuding an incomprehensible mysterious power. Holding it in his fingers, it made Balian Tiantian seem to know how to deal with it at this moment.

He drew in the air, and the power of his spiritual consciousness turned into ink and traces, sinking into the wolf hair of the pen tip. The silver-blue evil spirit sank into the jade pen at a speed that could be described as greedy.

He wrote by hand again and drew the spiritual demon talisman again in mid-air.

This time, the demon talisman that no longer reflects any color was born.

The demon talisman once again merged into the two intertwined forces.

This time, no instability, collapse or decomposition occurred. The demon talisman touched the second force and its color changed.

Gradually faded into a light golden color.

Although it is a demon talisman drawn by demon power, for some reason, the flat end has a bit more sacred meaning.

Balian didn't think too much. He tried to knead the three forces that were integrated in his palm, but they didn't move at all, as if what he held in his palm was a piece of fine iron that had been tempered by thunder and lightning.

He has never seen the three forces of demon, fairy, and devil merge together at the same time.

Therefore, it is impossible to predict what kind of new skill power will be generated when these three forces are combined into one.

Just at the moment when the three forces merged, it was as if the amount of information appeared in the skull, and a certain understanding was clearly obtained.

The fusion of these three forces seems to involve three new skills: space, domain, and blood fantasy.

Balian felt deeply that if he fully released these three power bodies at this moment, what kind of energy fluctuations would be caused on this mountain peak.

The new battle formation created may even alarm the capital of the Emperor of the Immortal Realm.

Balian had no choice but to suppress his inner excitement and curiosity, and use the power of his spiritual consciousness to clearly peel apart these three completely different power systems.

Dissipate the power between your palms.

The tall body gradually returned to normal, and all the demon power, dark blood power and spiritual power were restrained and hidden.

Only the moonlight chains behind him jingled, as if they were silently mocking Balian, a weakling with no cultivation.

Bailian stretched out a long stretch, and the bones all over his body crackled like fried beans.

He raised the jade pen in his hand high to the top and looked at Lin carefully.

This thing... doesn't look like it belongs to ordinary mountain monsters.

Even after the hair is separated from the body, it can still retain such a magical amount.

Balian stretched out a finger, gently fiddled with the snow-white wolf hair, and wiped away a trace of blood that had been stained on the tip of the wolf hair at some point.

The feel of this hair...

Balian frowned slightly.

It's surprisingly familiar...

The corner of his mouth twitched, and a ridiculous reason suddenly appeared in his heart.

This familiar feel is somewhat like the feel of the little tiger's tail.

This young highness is not so ignorant that he casually picks up a man on the side of the road and spends his own energy and the most beautiful hair on his tail to refine a jade pen for him...

Otherwise... in this world, what kind of creature has the power to be so close to the demon clan and demon power.

Balian weighed the very light jade pen in his hand, and then watched helplessly as it turned into an ordinary, ordinary waist ornament.