The fairy godmother's match changed to take Long Aotian's script

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Pei Xihe is stepping into the small world of inheritance, who would think there are too many spiritual things in the world?
The resources accumulated over ten thousand years are a resource that all Mahayana practitioners will be excited about.

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

The small world is extremely vast, with vast resources, and Pei Xihe can only pluck the feathers of geese within a radius of ten miles of the place he has stepped on, leaving nothing behind.

The trials have eliminated too many monks, and the time that many monks can stay has been exhausted, and there are almost no disputes. Everyone knows that it is better to change territories to search for resources than to spend time in battles.

The snake bracelet in his hand emits a black halo, and the snake scales come off one by one, emitting light, and he knows that the time has come.

It is time for her to go.

She was really satisfied at the moment, relying on Tianlinggen's sense of spiritual energy and her own capture of the five energy cycles, she found nine high-grade spiritual stone veins.

Yes, Jiu Tiao, it really matches her Jiu Jiu's supreme fate, and the accumulated resources have reached an unimaginable number.

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

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

……

Zhao Hanfeng cocked his feet, closed his eyes, counted, 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, how many years have passed?"

He stretched out his fingers and counted them one by one. Zhao Hanfeng gave him a blank look, but he couldn't count with his own fingers.

"More than four years."

Zhao Hanfeng snorted angrily, and Zhao Qingtang smiled.

"Master, you are the best."

Not wanting to talk to this stupid apprentice, he suddenly frowned.

"You wait here for your junior sister to come back, I have some things to do."

Looking at his frowning, Zhao Qingtang knew that he had something urgent to do, and it became more and more frequent.

"Master, don't worry."

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

Zhao Qingtang watched him leave, and lay down on his master's rocking chair, basking in the sun comfortably.

But his eyes were open, and there was a hint of sadness between his brows. The master has gone out three or four times over the years, which is not a good sign.

He survived the second thunderstorm a year ago and became an earth immortal for the second calamity, but he had to be faster.

.........

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

The palace is above the clouds, and the mist is misty.

Fourteen platinum and jade chairs are arranged in a circle.

And each chair is sitting on a master of longevity.

He then sat down, his eyes slightly cold.

"What's the change this time?"

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

While waving his hands, the robe rolled, and a person was thrown out from inside.

Bound by a golden fairy rope, that person looked like he had black streaks all over his body, and his expression was ferocious.

"I found this person among the disciples of Yuanzong. He is the core disciple of my lineage. His name is Cheng Yuan. His soul has not been seized, and he hides it very well. , Only then did he realize that he has been corrupted by evil seeds, and the depths of his soul have been changed."

"Everyone, please see."

He sat back in the chair, with a trace of coldness between his brows. This disciple is originally from the core disciple line, his talent is not low, and his cultivation has reached the Nascent Soul Stage.

A burst of mana shot out immediately and landed on the disciple,
Immediately, the soul was taken out, and under the brilliance transformed by the mana, it became transparent, and a cloud of black energy hidden in it could be clearly seen.

It was Kunlun Wu Yazi who made the attack, his magic power carried a terrifying sword intent, He Fengrui, a small sword was condensed from the brilliance, and landed on the chest of his soul.

"Can you take it out for a look?"

If it is taken out by force, it will definitely damage the disciple's soul, but if it is not taken out, maybe he will not be able to escape the control of this cloud of black energy for the rest of his life.

"Take it."

Patriarch Yuanzong sighed back.

Immediately, the small sword pierced Soul Soul's chest, and directly scooped out a cloud of black air.

But at the same time, the air wave suddenly exploded.

A palm stretched out, flashing pure mana, forcibly twisting the power of space into two shields, sealing the disciple's soul and the black air of the explosion inside.

This is the great power of Dragon and Tiger.

There was a slight flicker of evil in his eyes.

"check!"

The patriarch Yuan Zong used his pure mana in time to send the soul of the disciple named Cheng Yuan back into his body, but the heart of the soul was gouged out, and his aura was extremely weak at this moment.

He sacrificed a cloud of colorful liquid, which has the magical effect of nourishing the soul.

They need this disciple to clarify the process of being infected with the evil seeds, so they need him to wake up quickly.

In another hood transformed by the power of space, the black air exploded, and a cloud of shallow black mist dispersed, which could no longer be captured.

Was instantly scattered.

Zhao Hanfeng looked at the black mist that dissipated. There was no trace during the investigation, and his methods were clean and neat. He should have planted the imprint restriction long ago. Once the black air leaves the soul, it will self-destruct.

There are more and more recent changes.

……

Stepping through the clouds and returning to the hut, Zhao Qingtang didn't notice Pei Xihe's breath for a while.

Until a little pig rushed out of the cabin.

"Dangkang."

Zhao Qingtang's eyes widened suddenly, and Pei Xihe's aura completely merged into the space between heaven and earth, even hiding it from his perception.

"Brother."

She bent down and hugged Heng Hao.

He teased its nose, and a smile appeared on his lips.

"Hey, not bad, I have practiced seriously, and now I have reached the late stage of foundation establishment."

"Dang Kang!"

Heng Ji twisted her head and arched her fingers until the golden core monster could not speak human words, but what it shouted could be understood by the blood of the demon god.

"So nice."

"Junior Sister, that's amazing."

Zhao Qingtang got up from the reclining chair and took a look at her. Her cultivation had advanced to the first level, she was in the mid-stage Golden Core, but it gave him the feeling that she was fierce hidden under the softness.

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

Pei Xihe was moaning and raising her head to look at him.

"Tianwei True Demon's inheritance involves time, and his first level of trials can evolve with time to promote our understanding of the state of mind."

"I'm just seeing this world for the first time."

She held Hengji in her right hand, stretched out her left hand towards one place, and moved her fingertips slightly.

Of course, Zhao Qingtang could clearly see that both the aura of heaven and earth and the energy of the five elements can be absorbed by a cultivator, but the latter needs to truly touch the Tao after raising the world, rather than a simple glimpse of the Tao for the first time.

"So did you get the second half?"

Pei Xihe's eyes showed some color.

"That's natural."

(End of this chapter)