"My grandfather is your master!" An Ji couldn't help but exclaim. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info "Then do you know how he is now, tell me quickly!" An Ji asked urgently.

"It's hard for me to guess what happened to Master, maybe it fell, or maybe something else happened. The middle-aged man said calmly.

The middle-aged man suddenly cast his gaze on the sword behind An Ji's back, "Did you take the formation pattern too?"

An Ji was stunned for a moment, and then took the Bian Zhushen Sword in front of him, "What kind of formation pattern is that, how can it be in the well?" An Ji was very strange, that formation pattern didn't look like an ordinary thing, how could it be placed in a deep well, he was puzzled.

"An immortal-level formation pattern is as good as this sword, and it should be a gift for you. The middle-aged man chuckled.

"The demise of my Immortal Qin is doomed, everything left behind is for you, I hope you will not live up to the sacrifice of 90,000 living beings and this Tongtian Dynasty, as well as the high hopes that Master and I have placed on you, remember, you are hope!" the middle-aged man said, sitting back on his throne, holding his forehead with one hand and closing his eyes.

"What is hope, what the hell should I do?" No one answered An Ji, the eunuch next to the middle-aged man did not move from beginning to end, and the middle-aged man did not respond to An Ji, space and time began to pull apart, separating them infinitely.

"Everything here is yours, for the sake of all living beings, for the sake of ......" The middle-aged man seemed to be talking to himself, An Ji couldn't hear clearly, he was almost out of sight of the middle-aged man, and a token was thrown to An Ji by the middle-aged man from his sleeve, "I hope you don't disappoint those creatures who have paid, the road ahead depends on you!"

This was the last complete sentence An Ji heard, and then everything in front of him disappeared, and a noisy crackling sound came from around, and An Ji felt as hot and painful as if he had been put into a fire.

The main hall is still the same hall, but there is no one in the main hall at this time, there is no familiar person on the throne, and there is no eunuch who has been standing still, the door is closed, and the surroundings are full of curses.

An Ji was in pain, and there was a silver brilliance flickering on the surface of his body, but he still couldn't resist the erosion of this curse, and fine black blood flowed out of An Ji's body, turning into black lines to wash away the curse around him, but it was only extinguished by the curse in an instant, like a steady stream of tides rushing up.

An Ji's body skin was open, and a large number of fine black blood streaks accumulated under the body surface were clearly visible, and An Ji's body seemed to be tattooed with a layer of magic patterns at this time, which was weird and terrifying.

An Ji put away the token with the only strength he could use, and the curse was suddenly loosened, but in an instant, it surged up again, and at this time, the thunderclouds gathered outside the palace also dissipated, and the sky returned to gray.

An Ji held the Bian Divine Sword, the curse power here was too strong, and the pottery bowl had long been unable to resist the erosion of the curse and cracked, and it was only one external force away from turning into ashes.

An Ji didn't have the ability to urge and envoy Bian Zhushen Sword, but his divine fire could, and the two divine fires were cursed and forced to hide in the depths of An Ji's body, and it was even more difficult for An Ji to communicate.

But how to say that An Ji's two divine fires were also refined in the prestigious Sancai Enlightenment Ding in the Yellow Spring City of the Underworld, although it took some time, it was still able to communicate and eliminate.

At the moment when An Ji communicated the power of the divine fire, his knees bent and he suddenly fell to the ground, An Ji suddenly suffered a heavy blow, and the divine fire that was originally communicated fell silent again.

An Ji communicated the flames again, and at this time An Ji's consciousness was almost blurred, but soon, he felt the pressure suddenly decrease, and there was still a crackling erosion sound around him, but most of them were blocked by the Bian Divine Sword.

An Ji was severely injured, although he solved most of the curses, he still couldn't move, and it took a long time for him to get up from the ground, and he staggered to the gate of the main hall with the sword of the gods, if he didn't go out, he might have to die here.

It was at this time that a silver tadpole faintly outlined in An Ji's body suddenly disappeared, and the original silver tadpole was still in place.

When An Ji woke up again, he was already in the station of the Yinyang Garden in the outer city, with some gray rooms, warm beds, and faint stinging.

As soon as An Ji moved his body and wanted to get up, he immediately felt the pain that his whole body was about to tear apart, An Ji calmed down to communicate with the Olympic flame, and the golden flame quickly swept away all the patients in his body with a familiar feeling, and the pain disappeared after just a few breaths.

It was also at this time that the two divine fires were active, and there was no longer the previous cowering appearance in the main hall and not daring to show their heads.

The sword is still there, An Ji waved his sleeves and cleaned it up, the only regret is that the pottery bowl was destroyed in the main hall, such a good treasure, but it was destroyed in an unsuitable place.

An Ji walked out of the room, he was going to look for Qiu Yun, and in a coma, he vaguely felt that Qiu Yun had found him and brought him back.

The palace is a palace in the outer city, but after being renovated by the Yin and Yang Garden, it is no different from new, and there seems to be a sound of dispute in the main hall at this time, and An Ji heard it from some distance.

"Taiyimen, several of their forces have made do with it, and it is said that they have obtained an immortal weapon in the Qinling Mountains, we can't stand idly by!"

"The other party has at least five land immortals, we can't defeat them at all, and it is said that the supreme immortals of the Taiyi Sect will come over to take away the immortal weapons, do we also want the Taishang Great Elder to come forward?"

There was an argument in the hall, and the old man at the top had been silent, knowing that he had seen An Ji appear at the door, and said kindly, "An Ji, how is your body feeling?"

An Ji smiled and said to the old man, "Thank you Elder Taishang for your concern, I have recovered!"

"No, the recovery is so fast! That's the curse of the land immortals who will be grinded to death, and it is so deeply contaminated. ”

Many cultivators in the main hall couldn't believe that An Ji, who had been eroded by the curse at the beginning, had recovered in a few days, just like no one else.

"An Ji, it's me, Qiu Yun!" At this moment, a gray-clothed young man beside Elder Taishang looked at An Ji and shouted happily.

Hearing this, An Ji also looked over, "Ah, why did you change your clothes, gray, didn't you wear this kind of before?" An Ji pointed to Qiu Yun's clothes and shouted.

When the people around heard it, they almost didn't lose their breath, this so-called earliest land fairy in history greeted people in a way that was too unusual, and they stared at their clothes when they met.

"I don't like white very much since I came out of Hongmeng Mountain, gray clothes suit me!" Qiu Yun touched his nose in embarrassment, and then said.

"That's a pity, I still like your white clothes, but gray is not bad, mine is black, it's very similar!"

"Then do you want to wear white clothes, I still have some of them, they are all that I haven't thrown away before, just right for you to wear!"

"Yes, you've grown up, so I can only wear your old clothes, but you're still taller than me before!" An Ji complained with a face, Qiu Yun was not much older than him at the time, but now that he has grown so tall, he looks very jealous.

The people around watched the conversation between the two a little speechlessly, only Elder Taishang was there smiling all the time, his gaze constantly changing on Qiu Yun and An Ji.