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

Chapter 628 629. See Spring Mountain ([-])
Qianchan stared at the picture on the scroll with her straight eyes, and she was back to normal in an instant, with one-fifth of the picture on it still unfilled.

Once her sleeves were rolled up, she put the scroll back into her palm.

Qianchan licked her bright red lips, but she felt depressed. The scroll was in the palm of her right hand, and she couldn't help but hold it tightly.

If it wasn't for the blood butcher who lost in the holy demon world, he wouldn't have spent more than forty years. In fact, he was a waste, and the city lord was so angry that he almost abolished his position as the evil lord.

Unexpectedly, he was killed in prison for swimming for a hundred years, and his soul was eroded by the weak water day and night. After falling in the holy and demon world, he became the immortal of the Seven Tribulations again.

Even if I know that evil cultivators are advancing rapidly, it is hard not to feel jealous.

Xuetuzi has made great progress in cultivation, but she has to clean up the mess for her. Qianchan has never done such a loss-making business.

Fortunately, if the scroll can be filled completely, the treasure can be fully awakened. At that time, the true spirit in the treasure will be sacrificed, and she, as the treasure holder, will naturally be supported and broken into the middle stage of Mahayana.

It's a pity that the old witch in Penglai is trying her best to follow her trail, so she can't do anything more wanton.

There was a sneer on her beautiful face, and her eyebrows were lowered.

"It's better to come quickly, the big gift has been prepared."

……

Kunlun.

The young man is dressed in a cloisonne outer robe, a plain white inner garment, a white jade and silver crown on his head, and a long sword in his hand. His figure is as graceful as a swimming dragon.

When he swung the sword, there was a pure cold air, and it was clearly early spring, but the place where he was was a scene of midwinter.

The rime is foggy, the sky, clouds, mountains and water are white up and down.

Lu Changfeng raised his sword in the forest. On the Tianci sword, brilliant silver light flows like water. From the hilt to the tip of the sword, the divine nature is natural, and it is very light. Looking at it in a daze, the silver light water coils around the sword like a small dragon. body.

A cultivator in red clothes stepped forward, looked like a young man, looked at the figure of the man practicing sword, couldn't help pursing his lips, and clenched his right fist.

"Senior Brother Lu." Qu Fengzhen said.

The sword cultivator who was wielding the sword swung the sword for the last time, and finally retracted the sword's momentum, and retracted it into the dark green scabbard.

Lu Changfeng looked at the person coming, his face remained unchanged, and he just said in a low voice.

"I don't know if Junior Brother Qu has something important to do?"

In the past, a generation of disciples used to be the three masters with true music style, Ming Linlang, and Jiang Mingzhu. Now one of them is Kunlun Jianzi who can't stay in seclusion all the year round. Jiang Mingzhu's unparalleled Taoist name is famous all over the world.

The music style is not only very bleak, but even Lu Changfeng, who was a little behind in the past, surpassed it.

The red-clothed boy's heart was surging, but it gradually calmed down. No one knew that there were some moderate waves in his heart.

"It's time for a new generation of disciples to start, and the sect asked me to ask, is the senior brother willing to accept disciples?"

"According to your current cultivation level, you should also accept disciples and pass on the inheritance from master to master."

Lu Changfeng wore the sword on his waist, and never put it in the qi sea dantian. The dark green scabbard contained all the sword qi of the Tianci sword, just like an ordinary sword.

He looked at Qu Fengzhen, shook his head and said.

"On the road of practice, it is not necessary to accept apprentices. I emphasize the method of fate. If fate comes, I will naturally accept apprentices."

"Junior Brother Qu today, I don't think it's because of this."

In fact, he didn't need to accept apprentices for his master's succession, the Lu clan produced outstanding disciples in large numbers, and his ancestor Lu Cun also looked down on the younger generation, and accepted them as disciples to teach Taoism.

The expression in his eyes remained unchanged, but he felt a little impatient in his heart. Qu Fengzhen's temperament seemed to have changed over the years, and he always liked to show some superficial effort.

Seeing that Qu Fengzhen took out a bamboo slip with a smile and handed it over, he said: "Yes, there is an arrangement in the sect. Senior brother Lu, senior sister Jiang and I went to Penglai's location to find the ghost-eyed evil master and help Penglai. .”

"If senior brother Lu doesn't want to accept apprentices, then he can go with him immediately."

Lu Changfeng took the bamboo slips and nodded.

"Let's go."

He accepted the jade token and went to a fairy peak.

Qu Fengzhen frowned and loosened his brows, and there was a slight sneer on the corner of his lips, but it quickly dissipated and followed closely.

In the blink of an eye, he arrived in front of a cave.

There are many mountains and greenery, and this place is particularly vibrant, just like the transition of spring and summer, with green vegetation and fragrant flowers.

When the two stepped into this realm, the woman was slowly stepping out. She was wearing a long blue dress with cloud patterns and Buddha lotus embroidered with silver thread on the skirt.

Her face is very bright and beautiful, and her blue hair is bound by a light red jade hairpin. The whole person is like an incarnation in nature. If she is not standing in front of the two of them, it is difficult to see her breath and trace.

Jiang Mingzhu chuckled lightly and said: "The patriarch has already explained to me that the evil lord's name is Qianchan, and his methods are ruthless. It's the early stage of Mahayana. You and I need to help each other, corresponding with the Patriarch Penglai, and there are others. Zongxiu came to help, and we will discuss it later."

The two naturally nodded in agreement, and immediately turned into three rays of light and rushed towards the Penglai area like chasing stars and moons.

……

Golden Crow Divine Land.

Heavy black thunderclouds have been all over the sky for more than two hundred years, and the aura of heaven and earth mixed with the power of heaven and earth created a shimmering purple-gold thunder.

The three Golden Crows, Xichang, Xicheng and Xixuan, thought that Pei Xihe was a human race when he came, so after thinking about it for a while, he turned into a human body.

The dazzing, fiery-looking woman looked at Ling Kong's figure, with some admiration in her golden pupils, she was the incarnation of Xichang.

"The catastrophe of one hundred and eight thousand thunderbolts is exactly the catastrophe of transformation recorded in the inheritance."

"It has passed eighty-one thousand three hundred and ninety-two roads. Although the power of each thunderbolt is increasing, the aura of the Dao around her is getting stronger and faster."

Xichang turned into a middle-aged man with evil eyebrows, upright and resolute, and he couldn't help sighing.

"When she came, she seemed to be cultivated to become a god? It should be caused by a fall, but after all, she has never transformed into a fairy, and she has never made a real leap and entered the road of the avenue. But she was able to comprehend so far and resist this terrifying thunder disaster. "

Whether it is savvy or determination, or mental perseverance, it is enough to call Wu Xinzhe.

The Golden Crow's lineage has always been respected by the strong, and the blood is respected. Now that Pei Xihe's blood is in the top position, his mental fortitude is so convincing that he has already won their approval.

What Xixuan transformed into was a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old, with deep-set pupils, and because he saw some tricks, he was full of vigor and vitality.

"I roughly understand."

"It seems that Her Royal Highness the Empress tried to find a way to recover the lost blood and part of the mana. With the help of this woman, she created a unparalleled physique to carry the blood of Shenwu with the help of the law of immortality."

Xixuan has lived for hundreds of thousands of years, and his mental means are hard to describe, so he really guessed it all over the place.

His brows were full of admiration, and sorrow rose again.

"Your Highness, it is true."

During the battle in the past, Xixuan naturally knew that Xiyue's primordial spirit was broken and her soul was annihilated. Even if all the spirits and spirits were turned into nothingness, what accomplished all this was probably the incarnation of obsession that was struggling to support.

(End of this chapter)