"The Secret of the Sun", "The Recipe of the Seven Turns of Quicksand", "The Recipe of Heavenly Evil"...... A book of heart formulas was taken down by Qiao Yun from the bookshelf on the west side, and after looking at it a few times, he put it back again, and after browsing dozens of books, Qiao Yun shook his head unconsciously. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info These formulas are all formulas of Gu Wu, and none of them are formulas for cultivating truth, which makes Qiao Yun very disappointed.

Although Qiao Yun already had his own mental formula, Qiao Yun had been thinking about whether he could help Yi Fan and the others find a suitable spiritual cultivation formula, although they did not say it explicitly, Qiao Yun could also see the desire of several women for cultivation. However, Qiao Yun also understood that the girls were eager to cultivate the truth not for any strength, but for longevity and longevity, so that they could always be by their side.

Sighing, Qiao Yun didn't pay attention to the mantras on the bookshelf anymore, but walked towards the stairs on the right, expecting that there might be one or two mantras for cultivating the truth on the top floor, as for the formulas of these ancient martial arts on the fourth floor, Qiao Yun naturally would not let go, and after reading it on the fifth floor, he would send it to the warship together with the heavenly and earthly treasures on the third and fourth floors.

"You're finally here......"

At the moment when Qiao Yun had just stepped on the fifth floor, a gloomy voice slowly came into Qiao Yun's ears, making Qiao Yun couldn't help but be shocked. The next moment, the Qingyun Sword flashed out from Qiao Yun's sea of consciousness and blocked in front of Qiao Yun, and at the same time, Qiao Yun looked vigilantly not far in front of him.

I saw that there was no column on the top floor of more than ten square meters, and the top of the pavilion was very empty. There is an open window on the wall facing the staircase, and the sunlight shines through the window, making the whole roof of the loft unusually bright.

In the middle of the pavilion floated a pale red primordial god, this primordial god was extremely thin, and even its appearance could not be seen clearly, and the outline of a middle-aged man could only be vaguely seen. At this moment, this primordial spirit was slowly looking at Qiao Yun, and there was a fleeting glint in his eyes.

Qiao Yun looked at this Yuan Soul that seemed to be blown away by a gust of wind, but he was faintly vigilant in his heart, and said coldly: "Who are you?"

"The old man is empty...... Little doll, what's your name......" The pale red spirit said slowly, as if every word he said was very laborious.

Qiao Yun's heart moved, and he already had a faint guess, it was estimated that Wu Tu was established by the person in front of him, and Wei You and Wei Chengping were just working for him. But why does the person in front of him only have the Yuan Shen left, but no body, Qiao Yun is a little puzzled, but his heart is slightly wider, if the other party's body is still there, then the other party is at least a monk who has cultivated above the Yuan Infant stage, and he can press himself to death with a little finger, but now that the other party only has a weak Yuan Shen, Qiao Yun will naturally not be afraid.

"My name is Yunchuan ......" Before Qiao Yun's words fell, the Qingyun Sword flashed, turning into a cyan light and shadow, and went straight to the pale red primordial god.

Since this pale red primordial god is the founder of Wutu, Qiao Yun doesn't believe that it will be a good kind, and the brilliance that appeared in the eyes of the pale red primordial god after seeing him before was also taken into Qiao Yun's eyes, since this person wants to fight his own idea, where will Qiao Yun keep his hand, he naturally has to preemptively strike and give the other party a thunderous blow.

"Boom!"

A pale yellow halo blocked the inevitable blow of the Qingyun Sword, Qiao Yun looked fixedly, and saw that an object appeared in front of the pale red Yuan Shen at some point, this thing was a pale yellow pendant that exuded a little vicissitudes, and the pale yellow halo was emanating from it, although under the heavy blow of the Qingyun Sword, the pale yellow halo shook violently, but there was no sign of collapse.

If Wang Weiyi was still alive and saw this pale yellow pendant, he would definitely be dumbfounded, because this jade pendant was the inferior defensive magic weapon he had given to Wei You for self-defense. However, what Wang Weiyi didn't know was that after Wei You returned to the Kuangtian Pavilion from the Tu Trumpet Conference, he dedicated this pendant to this pale red primordial god, and exchanged it for a pill, which was easy to advance to the Heavenly Rank, otherwise, how could Wei You be able to break through to the Heavenly Rank in just two months.

Poor Wang Weiyi was loyal to Wei You and his son, and even told Wei You and his son all the things he knew about the cultivator, but he didn't know until he died, Wei You and his son pretended to know nothing about the cultivator, but they have been silently doing things for the current cultivator called Wu Kuangtian. If Wang Weiyi is aware underground, I don't know how he would feel when he sees all this.

A hint of imperceptible fierceness flashed in the pale red Yuan Shen's eyes, he never thought that Qiao Yun would make a move when he said it, there was no warning at all, if it wasn't for his quick reaction, he would have already fallen into the other party's way. Although he was resentful in his heart, the pale red primordial god said extremely calmly: "Little doll, I think there seems to be some misunderstanding between us...... Why don't we sit down and have a good talk, maybe ......"

Without waiting for the pale red primordial god to finish speaking, the Qingyun Sword slashed down again, and with a "boom", it hit the pale yellow halo, making the pale yellow halo that had just calmed down shake again. Qiao Yun didn't want to talk nonsense with this pale red primordial god at all, who knew what the other party's idea was, in case the other party's move was to delay time, and what else did he have to deal with him, it would be tricky.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

The Qingyun Sword continued to bombard the pale yellow halo, making the entire halo constantly swaying and trembling, and even producing a trace of collapse, Qiao Yun was overjoyed when he saw this, it seems that this inferior defensive magic weapon is not indestructible! At that moment, Qiao Yun did not hesitate to suddenly pour a large amount of divine consciousness into the Qingyun Sword, and the Qingyun Sword was strong in the wind in an instant, turning into a giant sword several zhang long, almost bursting the entire pavilion roof, and then smashed towards the pale yellow halo fiercely under the control of Qiao Yun's divine sense.

"Boom!"

"Click!"

The pale yellow halo was finally embarrassed and shattered, and in an instant, it turned into a pale yellow crystal light and dissipated into the air. The Qingyun Sword shrank instantly, and then turned into a blue light and slashed towards the pale red primordial god without any delay.

The pale red primordial god was shocked and angry, and the whole person turned into a red light, rushing out of the window at an extremely fast speed, and the slash of the Qingyun Sword fell into nothing.

"Where to run!" Qiao Yun snorted coldly and strode forward a few steps, and the Qingyun Sword chased after the pale red primordial god in a flash.

But just as Qiao Yun took the third step, he suddenly felt a pain in his sea of consciousness, and the divine sense released out of the world was cut off at once, and the Qingyun Sword, which was chasing the pale red primordial god, also fell to the ground with a "dang long", and then there was no sound.

"Poof!"

Cut off from the Qingyun Sword, Qiao Yun spurted out a mouthful of blood, his heart was not good, and he hurriedly wanted to retreat, but the light red soul that had escaped from the window before was going and returning at this moment, rushing towards Qiao Yun at a speed like super-dust and electricity, and at the same time, a cold voice sounded in Qiao Yun's ears: "Little doll, if you enter the old man's locking array, just die obediently......"

Qiao Yun forcibly endured the pain of Zhihai and wanted to take out one or two things from the ring to resist, but before Qiao Yun could move, the pale red primordial spirit had already pounced in front of Qiao Yun, and a dodge broke into Qiao Yun's body.

"Alas, it's actually a three-line miscellaneous spirit root...... That's it, the old man has been waiting for five hundred years, and if he waits any longer, I'm afraid he will really collapse into the invisible......" The pale red primordial god said to himself, and then rushed towards Qiao Yun's sea of knowledge.

A sharp pain came from the sea of knowledge, Qiao Yun's body trembled uncontrollably, and his entire body was already soaked with sweat. When Qiao Yun heard these incomparably familiar words, where could he not know what this pale red primordial god wanted to do, and at the same time, he wanted to endure the pain and mobilize Zhihai to resist, but Qiao Yun's idea of mobilizing Zhihai had just risen, but eight pale cyan transparent cable chains suddenly appeared in Qiao Yun's Zhihai, firmly imprisoning Qiao Yun's Zhihai, so that Qiao Yun's Zhihai could not move at all, and he could only watch the pale red Yuanshen pounce on him.

"Ahh

Qiao Yun screamed, fainted, and lost consciousness in an instant. And the pale red primordial god is constantly eroding Qiao Yun's sea of knowledge, with the erosion of little by little, Qiao Yun's sea of knowledge is constantly shrinking, and the body of the pale red primordial god is gradually becoming clear with the devouring, the pale red primordial god eyes are excited, and he has stepped up the speed of devouring, as long as Qiao Yun's sea of knowledge is swallowed all, and then erase the soul in Qiao Yun's body, he can successfully take it away, and the rest is to slowly adapt to this body, and then re-cultivate, and constantly restore his cultivation.

Just when the pale red primordial god was about to devour Qiao Yun's sea of knowledge in one go, an amazing scene occurred, only to see a big hand made of true yuan silently appear above Qiao Yun's sea of knowledge, and the next moment he grabbed the pale red primordial god below.

Although the pale red primordial god has been devouring Qiao Yun's sea of knowledge, he has not relaxed his vigilance in his heart, even if he knows that Qiao Yun's natal magic weapon has fallen outside, he is afraid that Qiao Yun will have any other tricks. Now, feeling the wind behind him, this pale red Yuan Shen was in his heart, and hurriedly dodged sideways, but the speed at which the True Yuan Great Hands fell too fast, and half of his body was caught, and then collapsed into invisibility without a sound, turning into a little red light, and fell into Qiao Yun's sea of knowledge.

Only half of his body was left with the pale red spirit of the primordial god, and while his body retreated quickly, he exclaimed: "Shi Fengmao......! You're not dead!"

That Zhenyuan big hand slowly stopped on Qiao Yun's sea of knowledge, and at the same time, a thin face appeared above Qiao Yun's sea of knowledge, this face was actually formed by the convergence of true qi, and what appeared was a handsome middle-aged man.

As the lips of the faint face closed one by one, a flat voice slowly sounded, "Yes, it's down there." ”

"Impossible, impossible!" the pale red spirit shook his head incessantly, his eyes full ......of disbelief.