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

The young pig was just an afterimage and phantom, and Pei Xihe cut it open as soon as he drew his knife.

Her face was condensed, and she did not let go of the right hand holding the knife. The mana was ready to be released, and the tip of the knife was facing the direction where the phantom collapsed.

"Why are you in such a hurry?"

The split phantom originally appeared as a dissipating blue smoke, but at this moment it recondensed into its original posture.

The young man removed the straw dangling from the corner of his mouth with his right hand, and sat dangling on the big blue pig.

He looked at the green pig under him who was humming loudly, frowned and said: "Really, you still scared my little cutie."

Pei Xihe looked at the big pig. Its skin was smooth and pale cyan, with faint white lines glowing with aura, and it was somewhat similar to her moaning. Could it be the same as the Dangkang family?
Pei Xihe held the blade in his hand, with a cold expression on his face.

"Are you the second person hiding behind?"

"You led me to this place step by step, and I think you know it's not because you said something that disturbed my Dao heart."

"Is the time formation set up in the fairy temple also your means?"

The young man was dressed in yellow and white clothes, and replied with a smile: "No, no, I didn't set up that formation, so I wouldn't be so stupid as to assume the karma of prying into the past and future of those with nine or nine fates."

"But you are considered smart. It is indeed I who led you here, because I have something for you."

The young man's face calmed down from the laughter, his eyebrows were long and narrow, with indifference and a bit of complexity that Pei Xihe couldn't see clearly, like some kind of nostalgia?

"Then give it to me?"

Pei Xihe raised her head slightly, the person in front of her was indeed not malicious at the moment, and she was extremely sensitive about it.

The young man lowered his head, suppressed those complex expressions, and laughed softly: "I need to thank you."

Pei Xihe's voice was somewhat inexplicable.

"The method in the hibiscus tree branch is your handwriting? You told me through it that I can enter the fairy temple safely, and will restart the Tianzhu to help me return to the Heavenly Void Divine State?"

He raised his head at this moment, the previous complicated expression disappeared, and his smile was clear, as if he was indeed a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy with a flawless heart.

"Of course, otherwise why would I be here?"

"Because this Eternal Immortal Temple, guess why it is called Immortal Temple?"

Xiansha, the immortal in the stele, although what she saw at the beginning was only red and yellow script, but she accidentally caught a glimpse of the real body of the female ancient immortal who might have a great connection with Ming Linlang.

Connecting each other in this way, a faint line appeared in Pei Xihe's mind, and it felt like some key was about to be grasped.

"So this fairy temple means the realm of ancient immortals?"

While pacifying the green-skinned pig under him with his hand, the young man said casually: "Yes, this fairy temple world belongs to a corner of the Chaos Realm, like a branch of an ancient tree with luxuriant foliage. "

"Actually, I didn't deceive you. The ending is already doomed. Even if the dirty things in the chaotic world have exhausted their efforts, without your arrival, there will be other variables."

"His methods that are not on the table will not work."

"You are the variable among the variables, the accident among the accidents, with your own destiny, you can be independent of any cause and effect with just a little choice. The situation we set up, because of your appearance, has new possibilities , so I vaguely speculated about your possible mutation ten thousand years ago, and made these arrangements."

"The preface didn't intend to disturb your Dao heart, just."

He stopped talking and smiled slightly.

"After all, I am very grateful to you."

"Maybe we'll meet again?"

"I'm looking forward to it."

"My name is Praying for the Stars."

Before Pei Xihe could say anything, the figure of the young man and the big green pig dissipated from the spot into a cloud of blue mist.

And in the mist, an oval-shaped object was suspended.

The Skylight Knife in Pei Xihe's hand turned into fine points of light and merged into the dantian of the Sea of ​​Qi. She stretched out her right hand to hold the object, which exuded a light blue-grey luster, and had the pure and mysterious aura of the primordial chaos.

This is what Qizhaixing left her.

Pei Xihe could sense a sleeping but extremely pure anger from it, it should be a seed.

She closed her eyes, and carefully recalled whether there were any related records in the memory of Jinwu's inheritance and the scriptures left by Emperor Ge. After waiting for a while, Pei Xihe used her mana and sent it into her Qihai Dantian, a fairyland The magic power poured into it poorly, nourishing its vitality and immortality.

Pei Xihe's expression turned cold and solemn in an instant, and she took a deep breath to calm down her turbulent mood at the moment.

This kind of seed is extremely mysterious, and Pei Xihe's mana is extremely pure, blessed with the aura of the Dao, and under such nourishment, even ordinary third-grade elixir will be born smoothly.

But now it has absorbed a lot of Pei Xihe's mana, and it hasn't even broken its shell.

"It seems that it is indeed it."

Pei Xihe lowered her eyebrows, her former indifference and solemnity dissipated, with a rare look of sadness.

But she didn't like sad spring and autumn, and those sad looks quickly dissipated, returning to clarity and clarity, and the golden eyes flashed with determination.

The seed did not grow because it did not receive the nourishment it needed.

As the seed was collected by Pei Xihe into the sea of ​​air, the small space condensed by a leaf began to fluctuate, and the surrounding light blue boundary walls began to crack rapidly.

Pei Xihe turned into a golden light and jumped out, leaving this world and returning to the fairy temple.

She got down on the ground again and landed on the wet ground. It seemed that there had just been a short rain, which moistened the dry and hard soil.

Pei Xihe calmed down, and took out a silver cage from the Huan Tianzhu.

The yellow bird was physically tyrannical, and Pei Xihe had never been cruel before, so it has basically recovered at this moment, and its disordered internal energy has returned to stability.

It shrank its body and whistled twice.

"It turns out that the things of the gods are left to you. Why didn't you say it earlier. If you said it earlier, I wouldn't be like this or that."

"I touched the mist before, just out of curiosity, not to steal what the god left you."

"Our yellow bird family is not the generation of thieves."

With its wings close together, the small bird carefully explained to itself, worrying that the strange female cultivator in front of her would kill her casually. Destroyed on his own bird?
If this female cultivator sent her to see Tai Nai, I'm afraid it would not be a good thing.

Pei Xihe looked at this little bird, shook his head and said.

"Could it be that you killed me first?"

"Forget it, you have guarded this thing for thousands of years, I should thank you very much."

Her eyes were deep, and she looked at this little sparrow. She wanted to escape from her side quickly, but now she didn't say a word, presumably because she heard the conversation between herself and the young man just now.