ah?The palace fighting system can also cultivate immortality

Chapter 122 The twin swords are born
That day, the zombies in the underground palace finally felt the fear of being ruled again.

They originally wanted to reject the unreasonable request to cross the galaxy, but before they refused, they received a secret message from His Majesty——

[Promise her. 】

Although they lived together in the underground palace and served the royal palace during his lifetime, the zombies and His Majesty had always lived their own lives. Unexpectedly, this time a female nun came and His Majesty survived. The zombies have different expressions, but it's hard to tell because their faces are dry.

His Majesty gave orders, and they had no choice but to obey.

So Du Xinghe was surprised to find that the insidious and vicious methods he had prepared were useless. The zombies lined up one by one, squeezed out the corpse poison and fed it to the scorpions, turning the crystal clear scorpions into dark gray.

"You are so cooperative, it seems that I am judging a gentleman with a villain's heart."

Du Xinghe said.

The zombies were silent.

Part of it was because her vocal cords were rotten and she couldn't speak. The remaining zombies with higher cultivation levels reshaped their internal organs and restored their ability to speak, but now they have nothing to say to her.

"The spiritual rice I originally prepared is no longer of use, so I'll just give some to each person."

Hearing what Du Xinghe said, the zombies were happy at first, and then looked at the spiritual rice she took out...

Why is it glutinous rice?

Nuomik zombies can only be resisted by cultivating to a high level, but what the female cultivator took out was not a mortal rice seed, but a spiritual plant! Every grain of glutinous rice is white and plump, and bursts of fragrance spread in the dark Immortality Palace, driving away the gloomy corpse aura that has lingered for years.

The zombies stood still and made no sound.

None of them dared to imagine how painful it would be to have this sprinkled on their bodies.

And across the galaxy, each coffin is equally placed with a small handful.

System: [The host has given power to the palace people, they think you are a bad woman with deep thoughts, palace fighting points +200]

Xiaopang climbed onto Du Xinghe's shoulders and did not return to his spine.

It originally wanted to hang on the owner's ear, pretending to be a special earring, but it ate too much this time, and she thought it was too heavy: "Get down."

Xiaopang had no choice but to roll himself into a scorpion cake and lie on her shoulders.

"gone."

She patted the scorpion cake.

After crossing the galaxy, the zombies exploded:

"What kind of background is she? She actually has such a big bag of Lingnuo rice. She is so generous."

"It's definitely not easy to get His Majesty to speak for her."

"His Majesty hasn't spoken to us for hundreds of years. I thought His Majesty was completely dead..."

After saying such a disrespectful word, the zombie fell silent again.

After a while, someone asked: "What about these glutinous rice? It would be a pity not to eat it. If you eat it, your throat will be completely rotten."

Du Xinghe could see that these zombies were intelligent. They did not attack her when they met for the second time, and even cooperated with her request. Master Cang Hengzi didn't seem to have such a face. It was probably Emperor Cang's instruction behind it. This proves that His Majesty has good intentions towards her.

When she took out the glutinous rice, she had two things to pay attention to.

One is to show strength, and the other is to show off one's power.

Spiritual plants are good things for monks, monsters, and spiritual beasts. Du Xinghe didn't want to be a good person who spreads goodwill to all living things. Her reward to the zombies was like grit mixed with teeth.

As the high-level zombie said, it would be a pity if you don't eat this spiritual glutinous rice, but you will suffer if you eat it.

Monsters like zombies are different from sharks.

Even if you were a good person in life, if you are affected by corpse poison over time, your temperament will change, and you will bully the weak and fear the strong.

It doesn't matter how they deal with this spiritual glutinous rice in the end, Du Xinghe doesn't care.

The troubles were other people's, so she took the little fat man full of corpse poison back to the house to practice together.

The amount of poison that Xiaopang absorbed this time was huge. Even if one person and one scorpion practiced at the same time to get twice the result with half the effort, it would not be able to be completely transformed in a short time, so the underground palace became quiet again. After Xinyue helped in the weapon refining room every day, she returned to her master to meditate and practice. She didn't say anything, but her face was more smiling than before.

She just liked this kind of life with her master by her side every day.

Shen Shui has never been unhappy.

Everyone was fine, except Cang Hengzi who was unhappy.

"Your Majesty, we have met more times in the past half month than in the previous ten years combined."

Cang Hengzi looked helplessly at the uninvited guest.

Emperor Ying Cang is elusive in the underground palace. He has a high level and masters the power of space. Although the mausoleum is large, it is just a thought for him, but it hurts others. He is like a hidden NPC in the underground palace that is randomly refreshed. The first ten times he clicks to talk, he will just say "..." and then disappear. Only on the tenth time will he reveal his story to the player.

"What about her?"

he asks.

The ice crystal tassels on Emperor Ying Cang's wrists swayed lightly, tapping on the black gold sleeves of his robe. He was obviously of noble status, but there was a sense of hesitation.

"I have gone into seclusion to practice. Crossing the Galaxy is in the underground palace. Can't you feel it when you eat, drink, and defecate?"

Cang Hengzi thought he asked a stupid question, but His Majesty has never been very smart, and his interpersonal skills are even worse, so it was not surprising that he would ask such a question. No one is perfect. Who says that only those who are wise and courageous can practice quickly? His Majesty is lacking in other areas. He practices single-mindedly, has excellent immortality, and has a perfect combination of talents.

There are many people in the world of immortality who are good at everything, but in the end never achieve perfection in anything.

Not everyone can do that.

"My spiritual thoughts bypassed them. It's not good after all. No one likes to be stared at."

"So you're just here to stare at me?"

Emperor Ying Cang remained silent and took it as his acquiescence.

Before Cang Hengzi exploded, he turned over his hand and a letter appeared in his hand: "These days I have been thinking about how to cultivate the five inner elixirs in the right way. Please help me give her the reply letter."

"……Row."

Cang Hengzi resisted the urge to add two strokes to the letter and agreed to him.

In the days that followed, Cang Hengzi regretted countless times that he didn't throw the letter directly back into His Majesty's face when he asked for his help for the first time.

Two monks who can teleport, send a letter here!

Have you considered his feelings?
The mining spirit who watched the whole process was thoughtful in the refining instrument:
"Master, you are like a homing pigeon."

……

After receiving the reply, Du Xinghe had no doubt that he was there. He practiced according to the method given by His Majesty, and it turned out to be much smoother.

Before, she practiced according to the method of a pill. She never thought that she could follow the cycle of the power of the five elements from the moment she absorbed the spiritual power. There was a small world in her Dantian.

His Majesty treated her with sincerity, and she wrote back to thank him.

Since the other party wrote a reply, he probably didn't want to meet, so Du Xinghe respected the senior's wishes and didn't take the initiative to look for him again.

But the zombies in the Palace of Eternal Life suffered a disaster.

Seeing that the female devil left and returned on the third day, they all became vigilant. A few high-level zombies who could speak said: "We have fed all the poison to your Gu worms, and we won't be able to raise them back even for a month."

There is no one in the palace who does not love money, and their money-loving character continues even after death. They all know the value of Lingnuo rice and are not willing to give it up. They accompany her to the coffin every night. Under the influence of the exorcism effect of Lingnuo rice, her face becomes even drier. .

They respect and fear the female devil.

"I'm not here to kill you with corpse poison, I just want to show you my talent."

When they heard Du Xinghe's words, the zombies were a little confused.

After some thinking, they guessed that she should show them before performing a performance to His Majesty.

Anyway, just treat it as a blessing once in a while.

Du Xinghe is beautiful, and the zombies do not doubt her talent.

As for the incentive tasks issued by the system, she has been delaying them for a long time.

When one is in a "falling out of favor" state, thirty days of life will be deducted every month. It was okay to deduct her lifespan, but the system turned her lifespan into a blood bar and displayed it in front of her.

In the exciting one-on-four moment earlier, her health bar broke through the Black Teeth Tower.

In front of the spectacular scene of awakening the Sea Lord and the writhing giant beast, her blood bar still showed her sense of existence.

It's not painful or itchy, but it affects her fighting status.

Task content: [Show talents and gain recognition from more than 100 people. 】

"I hope you can recognize my performance after I finish dancing."

After saying that, Du Xinghe raised his arms forward, stepped forward with his left foot, and moved his center of gravity forward at the same time, making some changes.

If there are knowledgeable people here, they will definitely recognize that this is what once became popular among people all over the country...

The eighth set of broadcast gymnastics.

After recovering her past life memories, she actually knew how to dance, but she didn't want to.

Just do a set of radio gymnastics for the zombies.

After completing a set of broadcast gymnastics across the galaxy, the already quiet Palace of Eternal Life became even more deserted.

Is this... the woman His Majesty likes?
The zombies were confused.

I have doubted His Majesty, and I have also doubted my own aesthetics.

When Du Xinghe saw that the system had not yet received any prompts about the progress of the mission, he reminded them: "You must recognize me."

The zombies looked at each other, and finally the senior monk Zhengyi who could speak spoke: "Our eyes are rotten, it's not that we can't see. What's the merit of your dancing? You can't see the graceful posture you should have, and you don't Charming!”

When it comes to its merits, she is at a loss for words.

Du Xinghe sneered:
“It corrects posture, improves cardiopulmonary function and promotes bone development.”

"Seeing that all of you have stiff limbs, haggard faces, and weak heart and lung functions, you should practice my dance more!"

The noble master in the palace pays attention to health, and even the maids and eunuchs below also pay attention to health.

But here comes the question. Their limbs are stiff and their faces are withered. Isn’t it because they are dead?

My heart and lungs have stopped beating for a long time.

However, as monsters in the underground palace, the zombies can feel His Majesty's spiritual thoughts patrolling this area, and they are in a happy mood...

His Majesty actually approved of this dance!
The system pops up a notification: [Incentive mission progress: 1/100, host, please keep up the good work. 】

How come only one person agrees? There are a total of sixty zombies in the Palace of Eternal Life.

Du Xinghe glanced at them, and just as he was about to make up a new excuse, the system popped up notifications one after another, and the number jumped to sixty-one people's approval.

This time there was one more person.

After thinking about it for a moment, Du Xinghe stopped worrying. Anyway, this system may not be reliable.

After sending this plague god away, the zombies began to murmur. They all felt that her dance was not good-looking, and she did not have the feminine beauty of a woman. However, the dance looked more like kung fu. I don’t know what His Majesty liked about her. Already...

Complaints that can speak, slander without vocal cords.

Just as the cricket was crossing the galaxy behind them, a bright white figure appeared in the mid-air of the Palace of Eternal Life.

Above the faint lights, they are His Majesty, who is as ice-like as jade.

"It's rare that she cares about you so much. This dance has three benefits, so you should learn it well."

"Don't let her down next time she comes."

The cold voice resounded through the Hall of Eternal Life, and amid the astonishment of the zombies, His Majesty's figure disappeared into the flickering candlelight.

……

The monsters in the underground palace are not only zombies.

Monsters hiding in corners and living a low-key life, as long as they are in human form, cannot escape the clutches of Crossing Galaxy.

For a moment, the demons in the underground palace were panic-stricken.

"Master has been getting letters from Master Cang every day recently. Whose letter is it from?" Shenshui asked curiously.

"It belongs to His Majesty. Ask me how my practice is going."

Du Xinghe said.

His Majesty asked about her cultivation progress every day and cared more about her than her master.

Seeing Shenshui, he wanted to read it, but there was nothing in the letter that he couldn't tell anyone, so Du Xinghe threw a bunch of letters to him. After he caught it and studied it carefully, he hesitated: "Master, why do I feel that Your Majesty is speechless?" Looking for something to say?"

"You underestimated the power of the integration stage. If he wants to talk to me, he can just come directly to me. Why bother?"

Crossing the Milky Way and laughing.

Shen Shui could not tell the relationship between the man and the woman from the letter, but he felt that His Majesty wanted to make friends with the Master but was not able to get in.

As for this great master in the integration stage, he was condensing his spiritual pressure and aura to the extreme, hesitating in the corridor far away from the three people's room, like a snow-white mushroom growing gloomily.

The three-month period passed in the blink of an eye.

In the last ten days, the Mining Spirit's whole body and soul were fused into a sword, and he could not speak for the time being. The refining room suddenly became much quieter.

Du Xinghe devoted herself to practicing every day, and after experiencing the enlightenment of refining the causal coral, she vaguely felt that she had touched the edge of the golden elixir, but the gap was like a natural chasm, and it was difficult to make an inch forward.

Practicing in the same scenery every day, she felt a little dazed.

What marked the passage of time was the letter that Emperor Ying Cang handed over to her from Cang Hengzi on time every day. The letter often contained only one sentence:

"Did your practice go well today?"

Du Xinghe replied: "It went well, thank you Your Majesty."

That's true every day.

Regarding His Majesty's move, Du Xinghe has only one thought...

Emperor Ying Cang really loves cultivation! No wonder the realm is so high!

In the following time, she did not care about other things and focused on reaching the peak of pill formation.

When she stopped at the edge of the golden elixir again, Xinyue ran all the way from the weapon refining room to the tomb house panting: "Master, the flying sword is ready!"

The long-awaited double swords were finally refined and produced. Even if they crossed the galaxy, they couldn't help but interrupt today's practice. Huo Di got up and went to the weapon refining room.

Before he even stepped into the refining room, a strong and unique aura rushed towards him.

Following each other closely, the two flying swords came to her one after the other.

What caught Du Xinghe's eyes was their full appearance - two swords, one light and one heavy. The light sword was decorated with ice mystic beads. The cold sword energy was like heavy snowfall. The texture was neither gold nor steel, and the sword body was clear and snow-white; The heavy sword has tongues of fire wrapping around its body, creating an evil aura.

The sharp and domineering intention came straight to her waist.

The next moment, the sword in the sheath was shattered inch by inch.

"They say that after I refine it, you won't need another sword."

The former mine spirit, now the sword spirit spoke proudly.

Du Xinghe took off the sword from her waist. She had melted the sword of a disciple of the Jiuyang Sect and found a weapons shop to refine the sword. It could be regarded as accompanying her on the thrilling journey.

However, she had no regrets.

As soon as he saw this sword tailor-made for him, Du Xinghe felt a kind of love from the bottom of his heart.

"Originally, it was Sword Spirit who asked you to come here to sign the blood contract, but I didn't expect that it had already been signed."

Cang Hengzi was surprised.

This means that the mining spirit who has always disliked Du Xinghe for not being a weapon cultivator and has a mixed understanding of learning has actually recognized her as his new master in his heart.

Pigeon: Am I also part of your play?
I hope I can figure out the names of these two swords tomorrow...