On the other side, Xiao Qingtian was greatly taken aback when he felt the sudden extra strength in his body. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

A large part of the reason why it is difficult for mortals to become immortals is because even if they have six pure roots, it is difficult for mortals to concentrate in the early stage of cultivation, so that the immortal power that is often cultivated is extremely impure, and the impure immortal power must be refined before it can be transformed into pure power, and the skill of refining is not something that any cultivator can get.

If the immortal power is turbid and infused with purer immortal power, they will have to undergo the pain of soul washing, although the purity of the immortal power can rise after soul washing, but very few people can survive this process. And if a person with cloudy immortal power is infused with low-purity immortal power, it is as painful as throwing a person with both cleanliness and obsessive-compulsive disorder into a honeycomb coal pile that is not neatly placed.

Xiao Qingtian was surprised not by the purity of Wang Ze'an's immortal power, but by the changes in her own body after Wang Ze'an's immortal power was infused in.

The purity of the immortal power of the two of them is naturally different. After all, the length of cultivation is different, and the purity of Wang Ze'an's immortal power is much higher than Xiao Qingtian's own, but when Wang Ze'an's immortal power is infused in, Xiao Qingtian has a strange sense of comfort.

It was as if that power itself should be hers...... It was strangely fused with her own fairy power.

Now Xiaoqingtian was really confused, and something unique in the world happened to her......

The man in front felt Xiao Qingtian's distraction, and looked at him with puzzled eyes.

"What's wrong?

The man's voice was as hoarse as a blunt knife sawing wood, and Xiao Qingtian silently shook off goosebumps, "It's okay, you keep flying." ”

That's right, this man actually has a flying machine, aren't the immortals all flying on auspicious clouds or swords, how did she change when she came here, angry and falling!

Well, she herself still has to sit on a bunch of red lines to fly......

Xiao Qingtian once again felt that this world was not only Xianxia's but also fantasy, huh...... The setting of the coexistence of Xianxia and fantasy is very appetizing to her.

What kind of flying machine is this, Xiao Qingtian said.

It's ugly.

Like shoes.

Shao Qingyun has a string of keys hanging from his waist, and the keys are decorated with old black Beijing cloth shoes. Xiao Qingtian watched Shao Qingyun make that shoe bigger and hold it up to the sky. Shao Qingyun was the pale and weak man who broke into her ward without even saying hello before.

The man took her to sit on the tip of the shoe, saying that this shoe was actually the shoe of the Innocent Immortal Venerable.

Innocent Immortal Venerable?

Xiao Qingtian looked at the man's side face suspiciously.

Don't try to deceive this baby, this baby is a witty beautiful girl who is rare for thousands of years~

Will the Shoeless Immortal Zun wear shoes?!

If you wear shoes, will you wear black old Beijing cloth shoes?!

"Xianzun wore shoes a long time ago, and then he stopped wearing them. It was the last shoe he wore on. Shao Qingyun said expressionlessly.

"That's right. Xiao Qingtian nodded and stopped talking, she didn't know the shoeless immortal, and it wouldn't be her turn to take care of people who didn't wear shoes and got sick. She should enjoy this rare flight quietly, after all, there is no insurance in the open air...... The experience of flying with the slightest smell of feet is really not so easy to encounter.

Tsk, this shoeless immortal is also a talent.

On the other side, Wang Ze'an poured his immortal power into the red line, he didn't expect that the immortal power infused into it would go directly to Xiao Qingtian...... In addition, I was worried that Xiao Qingtian's uneasiness had been forcibly suppressed before, and I finally found some clues but didn't know how to use them, so with a trembling hand, I poured all the fairy power into the red line, and I fell asleep directly.

Wang Ze'an, who was asleep, began to dream.

Wang Ze'an in the dream was trapped in darkness, unable to see his five fingers.

At this time, Wang Ze'an's mind was still very unconscious, and he didn't know that he was dreaming, but he reflexively stretched out his hand and began to grope.

I don't know how long I walked, and suddenly I heard the sound of children playing. But it was still pitch black before his eyes. Wang Ze'an was a little irritable, so irritable that he waved his hand in the air uncontrollably, and the sound of the wind whistling in his ears sounded.

Wang Ze'an subconsciously tightened his clothes.

"Look, inside that cloud is a monster that wants to catch Tang Seng!" he heard a little boy's voice sound.

"If you get caught by him, you'll be cooked and eaten!"

"That must be the old demon of Montenegro. ”

"Mom said you have to hurry home when it's windy!"

The child's gossip sounded, and the childish voice was torn apart by the wind. Wang Ze'an heard the sound of stomping and trotting.

Suddenly, "plop!" was the sound of someone falling, and then the sweet and greasy crying voice of a little girl sounded in his ears.

When the wind rose, the children scattered and fled, and no one paid attention to the little girl who was lying on the ground with her broken knees and crying. Judging that the child was falling in front of him, Wang Ze'an groped his way forward and took two steps, and then squatted down.

He reached over to soothe the miserable little girl. But his hand was empty.

He was sure that the girl's cry was right in front of him.

Tentatively reaching out again, he still didn't touch anything—not even the ground beneath his feet.

At this time, the wind had stopped, there was no sound of children playing, and there was no sound of the wind blowing through the hunting, only the voice of the little girl who was talking to herself and crying in Wang Ze'an's ears.

Obviously, he doesn't like noisy children, but at the moment he feels that this sound is as happy as a sweet mountain spring. came an inexplicable happiness.

Wang Ze'an sat cross-legged on the ground until the voice of a middle-aged aunt sounded......

"Oh, my little aunt, why are you lying here alone, my lord is looking for you. ”

Wang Ze'an listened to the voice and judged, and felt that the aunt picked up the little girl and didn't know where to go, so she silently followed behind.

As I walked, I couldn't hear any sounds...... Wang Ze'an paused and moved his ears, a very quiet place.

Where he is, what he is, why is he the way he is.

Wang Ze'an frowned, and there was gradually light in front of him.

It's a sunny day's ward.

It was pitch black in the room, except for the light from the hallway that shone through the crack in the door, and it was clear that he had slept straight from noon to night.

Xiaoqingtian is still missing!

Wang Ze'an thumped his head in annoyance. When I took out my phone, it was already ten o'clock in the evening.

One turned over and sat up from the bed, and Wang Ze'an looked at the red thread that was still in his hand when he fell asleep, and it emitted a faint blue light in the darkness at this time......