Dapeng rises with the wind one day and soars to 90,000 miles!

Dong Fangmiao was silent, although she knew that accepting Jiang Yunfei as an apprentice would not be as simple as it seemed, Jiang Yunfei must have something special, but she never thought that this seemingly useless, scoundrel-like mortal boy would be so valued in the eyes of the master.

To be honest, if it weren't for the fact that he was the personal disciple of the Broken Sorrow Seat, and the favorite of Xu Tong's demon god bloodline, with her position and the strength of the real person's cultivation, and the identity of the daughter of the Lord of Tongtian Pavilion, he would not look at him squarely.

However, the truth is so ironic, she is just a registered disciple, even if her strength is extraordinary and her background is amazing, in front of Jiang Yunfei, she has to honestly call him a senior brother, just because he is the eighth personal disciple under the Broken Sorrow Seat, and when Wei Hongyu returns in the future, he will also have to meet him and call him senior brother.

Dong Fangmiao's lips opened lightly, and she opened her mouth to speak, at this time, there was no one in the Xuanjian Palace, in fact, she wanted to know very much, the original intention of the master to accept him as an apprentice, tomorrow, Jiang Yunfei will be able to kneel to the top step by step with the body of a mortal, and he can really worship Nezha, an immortal, as a teacher?

Dong Fangmiao didn't understand, but after all, she didn't ask, but looked up at the ancient well on the spiritual platform with some complicated sorrows, and sighed faintly in her heart:

"Jiang Yunfei is in your heart, if it is a big peng, then what is it if I am in your heart?"

In this short moment, the woman's mind turned a hundred times, and she sighed melancholy, that is, she had great powers to break her sorrows, and she didn't know what Dong Fangmiao was thinking about in the six laws of Buddhism.

Just silent for a moment, he stared at the beautiful face below, and said indifferently: "Miao'er, do you know why the teacher left you behind?"

Dong Fangmiao was slightly stunned, a flash of inspiration flashed in her mind, and she blurted out: "Burn silence!"

"Could it be that the master is preparing to let the disciple confess the Lord and burn the silence?"

Dong Fangmiao suppressed the excitement in her heart and said with some surprise.

She has been looking forward to the Burning Silence Sword for a long time, she has heard about it in the Ancient Elephant City, but she has never had the opportunity to see it, this is related to the fate of her life, whether she can be freed, Dong Fangmiao's heart was surging, and for a while, she forgot the things she had just thought.

Hearing this, he shook his head, looking at Dong Fangmiao's expectant gaze, he couldn't help but secretly wipe his sweat in his heart, according to the plan in advance, he was indeed ready to exchange the burning silence at this time, so that Dong Fangmiao could run in and recognize the master, but the plan could never catch up with the change.

Out of such a thing as Jiang Yunfei's inspiration to Nezha's nether realm, the palms and backs of his hands are full of meat, in order for Jiang Yunfei to be able to cultivate the strongest lotus flower to cross the immortal body, the only way to break his sorrow is to temporarily suppress the purchase of the Burning Silence Sword, and spend three million prestige to exchange for a meritorious golden lotus.

With the last million prestige left, it was obviously not enough to break sorrow, and it could only be selectively exchanged for a few evil pills, as well as the Ice Heart Recipe that had a miraculous effect on suppressing demonic thoughts.

At this time, in the face of Dong Fangmiao's beautiful eyes of surprise and expectation, he was a little weak in heart, it seemed that he had successfully abducted this girl because of the name of burning silence and dissolving evil, prompting the lord of Tongtian Pavilion to invite Mrs. Yue to agree to cooperate with him, but now, there is no sword when people come, which makes him a little embarrassed.

However, it is not in vain that he has been walking the rivers and lakes for so many years, at least, his face is getting thicker and thicker, and at the moment, he coughed dryly, his face did not change, and he said indifferently:

"The Burning Silence Sword is an ancient fierce sword, sealed in my Xuantian Sect for thousands of years, no one can control and surrender, with your cultivation at this time, try rashly, it is too dangerous, and there is a possibility of drinking and killing the sword at any time. ”

"Miao'er, since you have entered my door, then the teacher will not be ignored, don't worry, after a while, I will let you try to burn silence. But before that, you need to calm down and complete your cultivation of the Ice Heart Technique first, and I will set up Shura Ten Thousand Beasts in the Xuanjian Palace, Seven Killing Sword Demons, to assist you in your cultivation. ”

"When you are not affected by the surrounding environment, can withstand the impact of demonic swords, and do not lose your mind by demonization, you can truly challenge the silence. ”

With a smile on his face, he said indifferently, but he found a high-sounding reason for himself, and he didn't admit that he had no money to buy equipment for the time being.

Dong Fangmiao was in awe of Broken Sorrow, and added a little bit of her daughter's admiration and worship in it, naturally she would not have thought that her own master's dirty and despicable thoughts, and thought that Broken Sorrow was really giving her guidance and help.

At that moment, she nodded clearly, blushing with a pretty face, and said with some shame: "Master is right, it's the disciple who is too eager to get things done, and everything is willing to obey your arrangement." ”

Hearing this, he smiled and shook his head, and with a wave of his hand, the Seven Killing Sword manifested hideously, and the blood-red sword was filled with the sky, standing in the void, and a blood-colored sword spirit with a human body on the upper body and a sword on the lower body condensed out.

"Sir. Seven kills bowed in the air and shouted respectfully.

"From now on, you are responsible for using the sword intent every day to temper and persecute Dong Fangmiao's mental will, once every three hours, until the moment when her will is on the verge of collapse and demonization, you can't stop until she can initially withstand the pressure of your thirty percent sword intent. ”

Broken sorrow commanded lightly.

The Seven Killing Sword Spirit was stunned for a moment, glanced at Dong Fangmiao, who pursed his lips and was silent, and bowed down to receive the order.

However, this is not over, saying that he wants to temper Dong Fangmiao's will and mind, and it is obviously not a joke to break his sorrow, at the same time, a purple cloud is rolling above his head, and a demon banner with yin and yang flow emerges, simple and gray, rising in the wind, and it is already the size of a beam in an instant, like an ancient and huge flag, hunting and floating, and the breath is hideous.

The flags waved, and the endless green tadpole-like demon text flew out, submerged into the void and ignorance, and suddenly, the demon wind was rising, and I don't know when, there was a creepy roar in this hall.

Dong Fangmiao raised her head and glanced around, but her face was pale and frightened, and she couldn't help but scream on the spot.

I saw that in the sky, thousands of red fire demon bats were constantly flying and screaming around her, and the fangs on the side of their mouths were as white as swords, flashing with terrifying cold light.

And on the ground, there is a sea of brilliant gold, the light is dazzling, but it is dense, thousands of feet crawling, huge and ferocious golden-backed centipedes.

And in the corners of the four walls, the pillars, beams, and glazed lamps of the main hall are covered with snow-white and tough cobwebs, and the cold air is overflowing, and there are ferocious and cold Cangyue cold spiders, which are all over the stars, hidden in the corners, exuding the cold killing intent of the predator.

For a while, the entire bright Xuanjian Palace was full of demonic energy, and it had already been reduced to a sea of demon beasts.

Dong Fangmiao stood in it, Fang Yuanzhang was full of demon beasts, and she couldn't help but feel cold all over her body, she looked up pitifully and looked at her sorrow, wanting to cry without tears.