"Qingchen Daoist, maybe I'm talkative, but Lao Dao still wants to ask, I don't know who you are going to pass on your peak alchemy technique to in the future? ”

After some praise, Canghong Daoren stroked his beard, and finally introduced the words to the topic, and asked with a smile.

Hearing this, Gong Qingchen frowned slightly, and his heart was a little abrupt, no wonder Cang Hong would talk about his experiences back then, and he was full of praise, it turned out that it was all for the sake of paving the way at this moment.

But the question is indeed acute, because until now he has not found the right person to impart the mantle.

Especially after experiencing the invasion of divine fire and feeling the imminent death once, Gong Qingchen's unwillingness to be left behind and wanting to pass on the mantle became more and more intense.

In fact, a long time ago, he had the idea of passing on a Dan Dao to Song Jinyu, who he grew up watching, both in terms of temperament and bone qualifications.

It's a pity that Song Jinyu's talent seems to be used in cultivation, what kind of Dao magic powers, arrow battle arrays, she has amazing understanding, and she has made rapid progress, but only Dan Dao is completely ignorant, and she seems to have little interest, and in the end, Gong Qingchen can only sigh.

Now that the Song family has undergone drastic changes, slaughtering all over the house, and destroying the family, Song Jinyu now has only revenge, for her parents and clansmen, and redress her grievances, and she will no longer put her mind on things like alchemy.

So until now, although Gong Qingchen has been at the top of the Dan Dao and has entered the holy realm, there is no suitable heir under the seat next to him.

At this time, hearing the words of Canghong Daoren, Gong Qingchen saw his smiling appearance, and then looked at the domineering figure in the ring, his eyes couldn't help but show a touch of understanding, and he was a little moved, but he still shook his head and politely refused:

"Thank you for your kindness, Bi Bufan is extremely talented, whether it is a subtle fire control technique or a purple pole heavenly fire, it can be called a rare one in the world. ”

"However, a person's energy is always limited, and it is too difficult to want to double cultivate the Dan weapon without affecting his own cultivation, which must be clear to you, it is better to let him inherit your alchemy technique, even if he wants to find a successor, he is not in a hurry at this moment. ”

"Xiaofan?" Canghong Daoist was stunned, and then understood, Bacheng Palace Qingchen misunderstood, thinking that he was trying to benefit his grandson, and waved his hand at the moment, and said with a smile: "Daoist friends are too worried, greedy and can't chew this truth, Lao Dao still knows, naturally I will not recommend my unsuccessful grandson to you, I don't hide it, I just had this idea, and I want to find an excellent successor for Daoyou." ”

"Isn't it Bi Bufan?" Gong Qingchen was surprised.

"Naturally not. ”

Gong Qingchen pondered for a moment and asked, "Then I don't know who your friend is talking about?"

Canghong Daoist smiled and was about to speak, when at this moment, the heavens and the earth were turbulent, the space was torn, and an extremely terrifying aura descended with the power of the vast Senluo.

"What's that?" everyone's faces changed dramatically, and they all stared at the ring.

Senluo Ghost Temple, the halberd is scorching.

At this moment, Bi Bufan exerted all his strength and strode into the sky, and his whole person was burning with a blazing purple pole heavenly fire, like a fire god descending into the world.

A halberd fell, and the entire coiling dragon halberd rose several times, the black halberd blade stretched several feet horizontally, the purple fire condensed, and the dragon pattern on the divine soldier suddenly came to life, turned into a purple fire dragon, and spit out a mouthful of purple fire dragon flame.

Bi Bufan's eyes are full of purple light, thousands of purple fires are falling, like purple fire meteors, falling to the earth, each of them is enough to incinerate the rivers, the halberd is like a pillar of heaven, and the sky is slashed angrily.

seems to erase Lin Xiaoyuan from this world.

Lin Xiaoyuan's eyes were solemn, and she was also a little shocked in the face of Bi Bufan's strongest blow, she didn't expect that this fourth junior disciple's cultivation was not high, but he could forcibly raise his combat power to such a terrifying level.

The void is shattered, even if it is a true person in the Returning Origin Realm, it must be avoided from its edge.

You know, her junior brother is still in the late stage of the Huading Realm! So when he becomes a dragon and tiger in the future, enters the True Realm of Returning to the Source and transcends the Holy Realm, then he will have it?

As long as Lin Xiaoyuan thought about it, she felt a little shocked.

But now, she was more just surprised, although surprised, but not afraid.

"Senior brother, do you know what despair is? That is, no matter how hard you try, in the end, you will find that these are actually useless, because the gap is ......... Far more than you can imagine!"

Lin Xiaoyuan suddenly opened her mouth and said with a chuckle, her voice was crisp and moving, but it carried a coldness that penetrated deep into her soul, which made people involuntarily feel a sense of fear.

"God descends: Yama Ghost Lord, King Qin Guang!"

The smile disappeared, an indifferent voice sounded, Lin Xiaoyuan's forehead, a ghost pattern, as if torn, overflowing with a faint light, she put her hands across her chest, and suddenly formed a mysterious magic seal, on the ghost seat, standing still.

All around, there were spatial cracks, tearing the entire ghost hall, the entire Shura Hell was collapsing and shattering, the divine halberd fell, and the heavenly fire was rolling, it seemed that in the next second, she would be shattered along with this world, and she would be wiped out.

But at this moment, a solemn and terrifying aura descended, vast and boundless, and the ghost cried and howled.

The coiling dragon swallowing heavenly halberd that was split at the moment paused, and even all the scorching and falling purple pole heavenly fires above were condensed in the air, and the Senluo Palace, which had already begun to crack and collapse, also stopped trembling and stabilized again, Bi Bufan's eyes widened, bloodshot all over, and he felt unbelievable.

However, he couldn't even make a sound.

Because of a white ghost hand, the volley grabbed his neck and clasped his throat tightly, even if he used all his strength, he couldn't break free.

Qi and blood flowed backwards, and a feeling of suffocating death gradually swallowed and drowned him.

But behind Lin Xiaoyuan, a majestic phantom wearing the robe of the Son of Heaven of Yama, leopard eyes and lion nose, long beard, majestic and terrifying, and wearing the crown of the ghost king, as soon as it appeared, the whole world was filled with a boundless and terrifying atmosphere.

Those dead and indifferent eyes make people feel that their lives are imminent.

Even under the ring, staring at the broken sorrow, there was a moment of heartstring throbbing, and I almost couldn't help but shoot and kill Na Yama with a sword.

Because this phantom is none other than King Qin Guang in the Ten Palaces of Yama!

"In my Yama Palace, it is really annoying that such a dazzling flame appears, Huangquan Ghost Qi!"

On the ghost seat, Lin Xiaoyuan looked at the brilliant purple fire around her, her eyebrows furrowed slightly, and she seemed to be a little dissatisfied and said.

As the words fell, the ghostly eyes on her forehead were like a grim reaper, bursting out with a powerful ghostly aura, spreading and impacting in all directions like a tide, and all the purple pole heavenly fires disappeared in an instant.

(End of chapter)