The big jade eye in the shadow was the Zhenshan Divine Beast Qilin of the Zhongzhou faction.

Hearing Bai Zhenren's words, Qilin's eyes became even more cold, and the killing intent seemed to be substantial, obviously wanting to kill Jing Jiu.

"The immortal can't be refined, he's a dead man, you don't have to do it yourself. ”

Bai Zhenren said indifferently: "You and I should not know about this matter." ”

"If you have a problem with the spirit, do you want to call it out and ask?" Qilin said with his divine sense.

"I'm going to become a demon, why bother asking?"

Bai Zhenren reached out and grabbed something in the night sky.

That object was Qingtianjian, but I don't know what method she used to shrink it into a small disc that could be held in her hand.

Countless extremely cold Xuan Qi overflowed from Bai Zhenren's fingers, and the surface of Qingtianjian gradually froze.

This layer of Xuan Ice seems to be extremely thin, but it is actually extremely hard, and even a fairy sword is difficult to cut through.

With a wave of her hand, she suppressed the frozen Qingtianjian into the depths of Yunmeng Mountain.

Hundreds of years later, the spirit of Jianjian will dissipate, the illusion will be restarted, or the blue sky will be seen again.

Looking at this scene, a look of satisfaction appeared in Qilin's eyes, and he felt that it was most appropriate to deal with it like this.

Bai Zhenren left the cave and came to the height of Yunmeng Mountain, his breath gradually cooled, as if it had become an indestructible and cold snow-capped mountain.

At this meeting, the purpose of the Zhongzhou faction is to find a successor for the immortal urn, as long as it is strong enough, no matter who it is.

But since it was the Qingshan disciple who got the immortal urn, then the inheritor would become the bearer.

There is only one word difference between the inheritor and the bearer, but the encounter is very different.

Just like she said to the Qilin, that person will be controlled by the Immortal Jar and turned into a puppet, unless the other party can refine the Immortal Urn.

Looking at the world, who can refine the immortal urn?

Thinking about this question, a faint warning appeared in the depths of her eyes.

The gray shadow who escaped from the Demon Suppression Prison, the Hades Emperor who was released, asked for decades, only thinking about cultivating to break through the realm, and stepping on the top of the mountain to shatter the void......

Could it really be you?

Are you still alive?

Then you deserve to die this time, right?

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Countless marks were cut on the floor, walls, and door frames of the House of Molting, which looked like dense runes, and the sky light fell on them, reflecting all kinds of strange shapes.

Jing Jiu was lying in the bamboo chair, the index finger of his right hand slowly rubbing on the door frame, feeling the wonderful touch, looking at Nan Wang's back, not knowing what he was thinking.

A gust of mountain wind suddenly arose between the cliffs, blowing away the flowing clouds, breaking open a void that seemed to be nothing, and faintly saw the green shirt flashing.

Nan forgot to get up and salute.

Liu Ci, the head of Aoyama, walked in from outside the cliff.

He was undoubtedly the pinnacle of the Chaotian Continent, but apart from his somewhat tall figure, there was nothing special about him.

He was dressed in an ordinary cloth robe, his eyebrows were gentle, and his expression was gentle, like a sword in a sheath, without any edge.

Of course, his aura is broad and inclusive, and it is also like a sword scabbard, capable of carrying everything.

Liu Ci waved his hand and motioned for Nan Forget to leave.

Nan Forget raised his eyebrows slightly, Jin Se moved his sword, gathered all the sword strings, and then turned around and left, snorting.

Seeing her leave angrily, Liu Ci smiled dotingly, and then noticed that Jing Jiu also had a faint smile on his face.

Liu Ci was a little surprised, you must know that this level of faint smile is already spoiled to the extreme for Jing Jiu.

In this way, in the seventy years of Qingtianjian, there have been some changes after all.

The sleeves of Liu Ci's robe moved slightly, and the sword intent of Chengtian emanated, and an invisible sword array shrouded the house of molting.

Even if the Qilin of Yunmeng Mountain sneaked closer, he would not be able to hear the next conversation between him and Jing Jiu.

"The Immortal Immortal Urn is not a secondary urn, it is a positive urn. ”

Without any hustle and bustle, Jing Jiu said directly.

Liu Ci said: "The Bai ancestors left three masters and three deputies back then, and later used a Zheng Gong when they suppressed the Hades Emperor, and asked the General Assembly to take out a Zheng Gong, what do they want to do?"

The immortal urn is a real magic weapon of the immortal family, and only the Zhongzhou faction has it in the world today, which is the legacy left by the white-bladed immortals when they ascended.

If the immortal qi in the sub-urn is obtained by ordinary people, it is enough to wash the roots and bones and embark on the road of cultivation, and if the cultivator is allowed to obtain it, he can prolong his life for decades. There are more immortal qi in Zhengzhen, and more importantly, it is very likely that there is still the immortal intent of the white ancestors in it, which is the highest method for practitioners to comprehend the truth of heaven and earth and ascend to the Tao.

Liu Ci didn't understand it, even if the Zhongzhou faction wanted to be the leader of the righteous path, why not take out an immortal urn as a reward for asking the question.

Now that he knows that it is Zhengzhen, it makes him feel even more strange.

Replacing him with the head of Qingshan, it is absolutely reluctant.

What exactly does the Zhongzhou faction want to do?

Immortals are not in the world, no one has ever touched the immortal jar, and logically speaking, no one can guess the thoughts of the Zhongzhou faction, but Jing Jiu is an exception.

He said: "Immortal intent is a piece of immortal consciousness left by Bai Blade, and she may return from the outside world through some kind of Dao method. ”

Liu Ci thought about the picture when the Emperor of Hades was suppressed, his expression suddenly became solemn, and he said, "Take away?"

Jing Jiu said: "Yes, it's similar to what your master thought back then, so the Zhongzhou faction needs to choose the strongest and most suitable Dao body, first use the immortal sense to secretly control it, and then wait for that moment to come." ”

Liu Ci felt inexplicable and said, "It's not easy to go out, what are you going to do when you come back?"

Jing Jiu said: "It's just an immortal sense, and the one who comes back must not be all of her." ”

Liu Ci looked at the Yunmeng Mountains outside the cliff, shook his head and said, "The way of Zhongzhou is always so sticky. ”

Jing Jiu said: "For the Zhongzhou faction, this is a hidden thunder, if something really happens in the future, the thunder will come, and no one can resist it." ”

Even if the white-bladed immortal who returned to the Chaotian Continent through the Immortal Urn was only a clone, it was still not something that the cultivators on the continent could fight.

An immortal is an immortal, and one percent of an immortal is also an immortal.

Liu Ci said: "I really want to see what kind of power it will be when the thunder falls." ”

Jing Jiu said: "I can't fall down, because of her bad luck, the fairy urn fell into my hands." ”

Liu Ci said, "What are you going to do?"

Jing Jiu said: "Of course, she refined this immortal urn, so that she can't come back. ”

Liu Ci looked him in the eye and said, "You know it's a difficult thing. ”

Jing Jiu looked at his left fist and said, "Since it is already in my hands, then this is the only way to do it." ”

Liu Ci said: "If you can really refine this immortal pot, Yunmeng Mountain will definitely be able to guess your identity." ”

Jing Jiu asked calmly, "Am I a bad person?"

Liu Ci said indifferently: "Not a good person, but not a bad person either." ”

Jing Jiu said: "In this case, even if the world guesses my identity, what can it do?"

There are only a few people in the world who know his true identity.

Zhao Layue may have vaguely guessed it, but since she refused to find out, he treated her as if she didn't know.

Just like the one in Suigetsu-an.

His true identity is revealed, and what is really affected is Aoyama's prestige.

The Shi Shu Zu who succeeded in ascending and the Shi Shu Zu who failed to ascend and reincarnated and rebuilt are two different things.

Liu Ci said, "Have you figured out how to refine this immortal urn?"

Jing Jiu said: "I'm thinking. ”

Liu Ci said: "In the process of your thinking, that Dao Immortal Consciousness will occupy your Dao body and control your Dao heart, how to stop it?"

Jing Jiu said, "If it doesn't work, I will cut off my left hand." ”

Liu Ci looked at his left hand and said, "Actually, I have a good way to take something and put your fist on it, so that nothing will happen." ”

Jing Jiu squinted, looked at him and said, "You know I won't agree. ”

Liu Ci smiled and said, "I'm just casually talking, what are you anxious about." ”

Jing Jiu said, "Send me back to Qingshan as soon as possible." ”

Liu Ci's gaze fell on his left hand again, knowing that he didn't actually have complete confidence in refining this immortal pot.

The cracks on the floor of the Molting House suddenly trembled, then rose slightly, turning into lines visible to the naked eye.

Liu Ci's eyes are calm but focused, like a pool of water that never has wind.

Jing Jiu knew what he was going to do, and raised his eyebrows slightly, but did not refuse.

Countless sword intents fell on his left hand, densely wrapped in layers and layers, as if he had made an invisible fist.

No trace of immortal qi could flow from between Jing Jiu's fingers, and no matter how sensitive the divine beast was, it couldn't smell it.

This is the Chengtian Sword Technique of the main peak of Qingshan, and it is also the highest-level formation of the Chaotian Continent, which seems to be invisible, but it is actually qualitative.

Jing Jiu admitted that whether it was him or his senior brother, Chengtian Sword was not as good as Liu Ci, and Gu Qing's talent was still a little worse, so it was just a matter of seeing if he could think of something else.

He asked, "The irregularities have been solved?"

Liu Ci said: "Otherwise, what am I doing here? ”

Jing Jiu said: "Since the Zhongzhou faction has this kind of idea of taking out the immortal urn, it will not hinder it, as for the path I choose, it is the only way, not deliberately." ”

Liu Ci shook his head and said: "When I was playing cards, Master said that your path is different, and there are some tendons. ”

Jing Jiu said: "We haven't played cards for three hundred years, right?"

Liu Ci was silent for a while, then saluted and said, "Yes, Uncle Shi." ”

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(Today is Sister Shabao, Beacon Fire, Chen Changsheng's birthday, I wish them a happy birthday, tomorrow is Butterfly Blue's birthday, I wish it together, and then my teeth are so uncomfortable...... ）

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