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It may be because of the several worlds before the Qianyuan Continent, her combat power is too low. Not to mention that the weak chicken has no combat effectiveness, and always becomes the one who drags behind, which leads to her very thirst for force value.

And she also understands a truth very well, only what she learns is her own. Even if they are close to her, such as parents and brothers, husbands and children, they cannot "pass on" what they will to her.

She has to work hard, to become strong, to become a woman with force, combat power, confidence and strength, which requires her to endure hardships.

Only by honing herself ruthlessly can she learn her skills, and she will have more right to speak.

The right to speak?

These three words are simple to say, but they are what Ning Xiguang has been tirelessly pursuing.

In the previous worlds of the Qianyuan Continent, the amount of discourse was not so important, but in the previous and current worlds, the right to speak was a matter of life and death, and Ning Xiguang did not dare to slack off at all.

What's more, with the marshal as a sparring partner, patiently and meticulously guiding her, what excuse does she have for resignation or laziness?

Ning Xiguang cultivated more diligently.

Fighting with the Marshal in the morning - this was actually the Marshal's abuse of her, although she could learn a lot from this one-sided abuse.

She studied and memorized by heart, and in the afternoon, she spent more time practicing and pondering by herself, and if she didn't understand, she would ask the marshal.

But more often than not, Ning Xiguang was willing to think hard about a skill or move thousands of times by himself, and he was not willing to take a shortcut to ask the marshal.

After all, only if she comes up with it, she is deeply impressed, and the process of pondering spells is also the process of enlightenment.

Ning Xiguang is very satisfied with his current life.

Of course, it would have been better if the marshal hadn't been so enthusiastic and wolf-like every night.

Ning Xiguang lived in this way for nearly three months of dire life.

During this period, not only did she improve her combat power rapidly, enough to fight against the top Immortal Monarch in the Immortal Realm, not to mention being invincible, but because of the overdevelopment of "brain capacity" in the past few months, her bottleneck in alchemy was also solved because of one of her epiphany.

In other words, she was now the one who could refine the Divine Pill.

In other words, the great progress of alchemy also reflects the improvement of her cultivation in another aspect.

That's right, she is now a god cultivator!!

For other immortal monarchs, it may be difficult to break through to the gods in their lifetime, achieve the divine body, and reach the realm of immortality.

But because the blood and root bones in her body were all "gifted" by the creation of Qinglian, the boundary of the word "god" did not exist at all for her. Moreover, she also inherited Qinglian's talent and became a unique Chaos Protoss.

She is a god body, but it is only because of her cultivation that she is relatively weak. Fortunately, now that the cultivation has also been raised, it is possible to end the year-long retreat and take a short rest.

As soon as Ning Xiguang's nerves relaxed, he thought of the old things about the Demon God Tomb.

I couldn't help but ask Fu Siyan anxiously, "Wu Zhan, they have already returned from the Nether, right?

In fact, she mainly wanted to ask if the bones of the Wumeng Holy Monarch had been recovered, but she was afraid that this possessive and perverted person would eat jealousy for no reason, so she euphemistically "greeted" all the Holy Monarchs.

Fu Siyan glanced at her with a smile, his deep eyes were clear and clear, and he naturally saw Ning Xiguang's little scruples at a glance. However, she is willing to be attentive to him (?!) , why did he tear down her platform, and pretend that he didn't know her little calculations.

"On the third day of our return to the thirty-three days away, they came back from the Nether. ”

Ning Xiguang: "......"

"When you were still unconscious because of the replacement of your bloodline root bones, they had already returned to Heaven and began to talk about the re-entry of the Demon Clan's Holy Monarchs and Holy Queens into the Ancestral Temple. ”

Don't look at these big demons, in the eyes of the so-called immortals, the image is vulgar, stupid, and numb and ignorant, however, they also attach great importance to the clan, and they also respect their ancestors.

Each Great Demon Clan, and even in a particularly secret place in the clan, have arranged sacrificial halls, among which the deceased ancestors of the clan are enshrined. They are even more powerful in the clan, and have set up a secret realm that only people from their own clan can enter and exit, as a burial place for the deceased ancestors of the clan.

The Three-legged Golden Crow clan is no exception, as are the rest of the Bifang clan and the Chongming Bird clan.

It is not easy to bury the bones of the deceased ancestors in the clan land, or to send the ancestral tablets into the sacrificial hall.

However, the patriarchs of many of the Great Demon Clans had been planning for this matter for tens of thousands of years, and they must have made all the preparations before, just waiting for the Holy Monarch's bones to arrive, and they would be able to perform the ceremony.

Although the ceremony was grand, it didn't take long to waste, and now, she had been living in retreat for nearly a year outside thirty-three days, so the bones of the Wumeng Holy Monarch had already been sent to the burial ground of the Golden Crow clan, right?

Didn't she even see him for the last time?

She had such a great karma with him, and he had given her such a great favor, that she had not had time to repay it......

Ning Xiguang looked melancholy, and tears slowly burst into tears at the corners of his eyes with a pair of clear eyes.

Fu Siyan originally didn't plan to let her go out for another thirty-three days, let alone let her go to pay tribute to Wumeng, but he just couldn't see her grievances and couldn't see her unhappy.

was helpless for a while, so he could only say, "If you want to send him off for the last time now, it's still too late." If it's too late, it's completely too late. ”

Reacting to what he meant, Ning Xiguang was shocked and almost couldn't speak.

After a long time, she exclaimed, "How come? It's been so long, why hasn't his bones been buried yet?"

Before, he was annoyed that he couldn't send Wumeng on his last journey, but now that he heard that he couldn't enter the burial ground of the three-legged Golden Crow clan for so long, Ning Xiguang suddenly felt angry again.

How dare anyone snub him so much?

He was so bitter that after his companions were all lost, he wandered alone in the tomb of the demon god for more than 10,000 years. He is so noble and meaningless, in order to fight for a glimmer of life for future generations, he would rather be the eye of the array, bear unspeakable pain, and sacrifice in the tomb of the demon god.

And Wu Zhan and others, as his juniors, how dare and how dare ......

Ning Xi was furious, but his tears flowed even more fiercely, "Who dares to treat him slowly? ”

"It's amazing. Seeing this, Fu Siyan teased her with some taste, "The wings are stiff, and the confidence to speak is enough." If you don't agree with you, you want to slaughter a bird, so rude, I look at it and hurt my eyes......"

Ning Xiguang: "......"

"Alright, don't toss around here. Fu Siyan said with a smile, "Why Wumeng has not entered the burial ground of the three-legged golden crow so far, you really don't know?"

Ning Xiguang shook his head stupidly.

"Huh. Umeng has been very kind to you, and you are sure to send him off on his last journey. You haven't been out of the customs so far, and Wu Zhan has the courage to hide it from you, and he decided to bury him privately. ”

Ning Xiguang is not stupid in the end, her eyes gurgled, and she figured out the joints.

After all, isn't all this for the sake of the marshal's face?

She burst into tears and laughed in front of the marshal and gave him a few wet kisses, "I took advantage of you again, thank you." ”

"If you really want to thank you, show sincerity. ”

Ning Xiguang: "......" go well, no thanks!!

Ning Xiguang treated the marshal with his own body in the end.

And the consequence of this was that the marshal was pleased, and they went out in the building.

It seemed that it was only an instant, and it seemed that it was just a blink of an eye, and they arrived at the land of the three-legged golden crow.

From a distance, Ning Xiguang saw the lush and verdant Fusang Divine Tree.

This sacred tree seems to be no different from the last time.

But that's right.

After all, it had only been a year since she last saw it.

One year, for the Fuso Sacred Tree, which has been standing here since the beginning of the flood famine, is too short and insignificant for its long and long life to be counted, and it is not worth mentioning at all. In such a short period of time, he naturally won't change much.

However, if you look closely, it seems that this sacred tree has also undergone a little subtle change, for example, it seems to be more vibrant than in the past?

Of course, this is the perception of Ning Xiguang as a heavenly spirit grass, and as a green lotus plant, Ning Xiguang suddenly felt an indescribable sense of closeness when he saw the Fusang Divine Tree.

It felt like seeing my own siblings......

She couldn't help but want to run over and give it a loving hug.

Ning Xiguang thought so and did the same.

She jumped out of the window of the building and landed directly in front of the Fuso Sacred Tree.

The void around her twisted violently as she jumped out of the building. Especially in the space covered by the Fuso Divine Tree, the aura was surging wildly, and the space was distorted as if someone had exerted its strength, and rubbed it a few times.

Some of the big demons who were far away from the Fusang Divine Tree had noticed this change for the first time, not to mention the three-legged golden crows who had already made the Divine Tree their home.

These golden crows were originally living their lives as usual, or sleeping lazily, or making trouble, or smelling beautiful in the mirror, but suddenly for a moment, they felt the pressure of extinction.

That pressure comes from the sacred tree under them, Lying Down, hell, didn't the Fuso Sacred Tree have been dormant as early as 100,000 years ago?

Lying down, is it that now the sacred tree has suddenly woken up and is stretching its muscles and bones?

After the golden crows had overcome their initial panic, they all became excited at the thought of a possibility.

Listening to the ancestors of their ancestors, the ancestors told them ancient sayings, Fusang Shenshu is an old grandfather full of good stories, and he is the most kind. No matter how naughty and mischievous they were, he always cared for them, and always sought out something good for them to eat.

The little golden crows who had never seen the world were boiling with excitement.

Thinking of the old man incarnated by the Fuso Divine Tree, thinking of those snacks, no, their saliva flowed.

At this time, the "old man" in their mouths was looking at the demure and dignified woman in front of them, dressed in green clothes, ice muscles and jade bones.

His face was red, he looked at the woman in front of him excitedly, and wanted to reach out to hug her, but because of his restrained and shy nature, he couldn't open his arms.

But he looked at Ning Xiguang directly, standing in front of her all the time and not moving, just staring at her like this.

Ning Xiguang also looked at the young man in front of him.

He was indeed a young man, he was long and thin, and looked a little too slender. And the young man's face is delicate and elegant, and his eyes are moist and clear, which are overflowing with the aura of heaven and earth.

He was dressed in green, and his whole body exuded endless vitality and vitality......

He looked a little familiar, especially the breath on his body, which smelled very good, making Ning Xiguang feel that she had found the same kind.

Similar?

A flash of inspiration flashed in Ning Xiguang's mind, she couldn't believe it, and saw the young man in front of her from beginning to end, and finally, she tentatively called him in a whisper in disbelief, "Fusang?"

"Yes, it's me, it's me. ”

The incarnation of the Fuso Divine Tree, that is, the young man in front of him, couldn't wait to nod his head.

His handsome face turned even redder, and his hands were still unconscious, constantly rubbing the corners of his sleeves.

He also tentatively called her, "Qing, Qinglian?"

Ning Xiguang nodded happily, but her little head only drooped a little, and she suddenly reacted, she was Qinglian, she was just a fake who stole Qinglian's blood and bones.

She shook her head a little guilty, and said in a low voice, "I'm not Qinglian, I'm Tianling Cao." ”

"No, you're Qinglian. The young man in front of him blushed stubbornly and affirmatively and said, "I smell the breath of Qinglian on your body, you are Qinglian." ”

Seeing that Ning Xiguang was still shaking his head, the young man was also anxious, "Don't lie to me, I know you are Qinglian." ”

Ning Xiguang is really a little resentful at the moment, isn't she reincarnated as Qinglian in this life because of Mao?

She doesn't want to be born in the same womb as the Pangu God, and if she doesn't survive, she will be a chaotic body, but such a persistent belief that she is Qinglian's little friend makes her not bear to live up to it at all.

I couldn't bear it anymore, after Ning Xiguang was entangled, he still told the deeds of the early innate Dao, as well as the matter of Fu Siyan exchanging Qinglian bloodline and root bones for her later.

Finally, she said, "Although I also want to be a green lotus, although I can now say that I am a green lotus, but the real situation is not otherwise. ”

The young man was stubborn and looked straight at her, "I don't care, I just know that you are Qinglian." I only recognize you as Qinglian. ”

Ning Xiguang: "......" Whose boy is this, spicy and cute, spicy and well-behaved, do you want to take it home to recuperate?

However, is this really the Fuso Sacred Tree?

The Fuso Sacred Tree existed as early as the flood and famine, and it is impossible to calculate the longevity of the tree so far.

He has lived for so long, he has experienced the struggle between the dragon, phoenix and unicorn, the Lich War, and the great prosperity of the human race.

has experienced a lot, seen a lot, his heart should become old, his eyes should be dyed with cloudiness, but the young man in front of him is immature and young as if he has never seen the world?

Ning Xiguang was a little speechless, and looked at the young man in front of him from head to toe again.

looks like Zhong Lingyuxiu, let's not talk about this, after all, the incarnation of grass and wood elves, there is no ugly.

The breath on his body, yes, is from the Fuso Divine Tree.

His cultivation ...... , for Mao is such a thin, thin and easy to bully young man, he actually has the peak cultivation of the gods?

It's not scientific!

Zhenshan said

Drop, you said that the author of the call is tired!