Brothers and sisters are all big brothers, but I am a small waste

Chapter 1168 Where did the brain go?
The more Mouth Pao Xian Ding thought about it, the more worried he became, so his smile became more and more obsequious. He was simply a copy of Jiang Xian Yun Jiang's great peak master.

Because of Jiang Ziyun's fleeing, Lu Qingli was a bit regretful at first, but when she saw this, she felt deeply grateful again: Fortunately, she ran away, otherwise, I don't know how she would feel after seeing this scene.

Is this really the first Immortal Ding in the cultivation world? Is it the Immortal Ding made by myself?It's a shame, the face of a generation of immortals has been completely lost.

Fortunately, Lu Qingli didn't know what Zuipao Xianding was worried about, otherwise, she would definitely get even more mad with anger: Why do you have to cut off two legs and keep one, why can't you cut off a section of each of the three legs, and return the fairy cauldron, what about the brain? Where did the brain go?

Too lazy to care about it, Lu Qingli played the formula and started to condense the fire.

As her cultivation level was promoted, the purple weapon fire also turned into the color of glass, and each piece of spirit gold quickly melted and floated above the mouth cannon fairy cauldron. With her divine sense and weapon art, it changed into the shape of the long sword. contour.

The talisman light flickered on the tripod, and the aura of heaven and earth surged from all directions, and a trace of Daoist spirit was entangled in the quiet room.

Time passed slowly, and Lu Qingli's mind also entered the emptiness.

"Om!" Finally, there was a buzzing sound like a fairy sound, and a real sword covered in frost, with an ancient and elegant shape appeared in front of him.

Perfect!Although it was only a real sword, its grade was not known to be much lower than the fairy sword that Lu Qingli had refined in his previous life, but the appearance of this real sword was perfect.

Looking at the perfect sword that even she couldn't find any flaws, Lu Qingli burst into tears.But not because of joy, but because of sadness.

Why is the real sword forged for others so perfect, while the real sword forged for herself is so, so... Lu Qingli subconsciously pulled out the Wangyou Sword, only halfway out, and saw that it was like a full moon scimitar The blade of the sword returned to its sheath in frustration.

Resting for a while, throwing the deep sorrow out of his mind, Lu Qingli searched the other meditation rooms with his spiritual sense, "seeing" Meng Wenxu and others were still cutting the pulse and washing the marrow, except screaming a little miserably, and There was no abnormality, so he boldly injected the power of immortality into the formation again, and then, amidst their more stern screams, collected his mind and continued to play the weapon formula...

The sun rises and the sun sets, the stars turn and the stars move. Unknowingly, a Sumeru Ring appeared on Lu Qingli's finger. In the huge space with a radius of hundreds of feet, besides the original spirit grass and spirit crystal, there were more than [-] more spiritual ones. real sword.

The sun was rising in the east, and the faint morning light poured in from the dome paved with jade tiles. An ancient and solemn bell sounded from afar. Lu Qingli's mind was slightly shaken, and she exited the realm of emptiness.

Calculating the time, two months have passed, and today should be the centenary celebration day of the Supreme Taoist Sect. Just in time, the spiritual gold on his body was also exhausted, so Lu Qingli put the Sumeru ring that he had just refined into his bosom, He used his spiritual sense to "look" at the several quiet rooms next to him.

In the other quiet room, Meng Wenxu and others had already finished cutting the veins and washing the marrow, and were trying their best to break through the realm of the Purple Mansion.

Although for most of the cultivators in Tianwaitian, promotion to the Zifu is a great barrier in the way of cultivation, if they are not careful, they may be seriously injured and their cultivation base will not be guaranteed, and their lives may even be in danger.

But they use the Spirit Gathering Formation and the Evil Spirit Origin Crystal, and Lu Qingli personally used the power of Xianyuan to help them cut their veins and wash their marrow. It would be a joke in the comprehension world, and even Lu Qingli's great shame, if he could not be promoted to the Purple Mansion safely and smoothly.

So Lu Qingli didn't worry about them, and cast out the Water Purification Talisman to wash away his fatigue, and walked out of the hall to the Supreme Peak.

Although the current strength of Tiandao Peak has surpassed the Supreme Peak by many times, Liang Mowen, the suzerain, also relies on Tiandao Peak to gain aura most of the time, but the main hall of the suzerain is still at the Supreme Peak. Held on the summit.

This has been the rule of the Supreme Taoist Sect since ancient times. The suzerain takes turns stationing in one of the two peaks, and it only changes every hundred years.

Walking out of the cultivation hall, Tiandao Peak, which was overcrowded in the past, was obviously much deserted. Most of the disciples of Supreme Peak who were chasing spiritual energy returned to the peak, leaving only four disciples guarding the door.

"Senior Sister Qingli, congratulations on leaving the customs." Seeing Lu Qingli coming out, the four immediately stepped forward to salute respectfully.

"The centennial celebration should be today, why didn't you leave?" Lu Qingli asked suspiciously.

(End of this chapter)