All the way to Pingchuan, Shen Dongli and his party went straight to the south. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info There are not many high mountains on the Nine Secluded Continent, only four or five famous mountains and rivers. There is a vein of Kunlun in the northwest, there is the Fenyangling mountain range in the middle, and it is the immeasurable group of peaks to go south for thousands of miles from the Fenyangling.

There are about more than 10 main peaks in the immeasurable group of peaks, and the rest of the peaks all surround the main peaks, and each main peak has a sect on it, which has been inherited for thousands of years without interruption. Because there are many sects of the infinite peaks, the people of the world call it the mountain gate.

As Shen Mingzhu worshipped, he was the master of a peak and the head of a faction. Above the peak master, there is also the House of Elders, the council hall. Above the House of Elders is the pillar of the peaks, the master of the mountain gate.

Shen Dongli blew the wind and took out the Zhu Yan mirror from his arms to wipe it carefully, he was idle anyway.

The spirit of this mirror came out restlessly, and rubbed it vigorously against Shen Dongliang's palm. Thinking that this was a lewd and strong man, Shen Dongli slapped it back.

But he didn't want the machine spirit to bite Shen Dongli's finger, and in an instant, Shen Dongli felt the pain in his heart.

"My aunt and grandmother!" Shen Dongli shouted in pain, resisting the urge to throw the spirit into the dung pit.

Chen Teng couldn't help laughing when he saw this, he looked like a mentally retarded person, Shen Dongli had been pretending to be a master in the world for the past few days, and he never thought that he would have such an embarrassing side.

A stinky boy with no heart, Shen Dongli took the time to give Chen Teng a fierce look.

Throughout the ages, the machine spirits love to suck blood, and the magic weapons, spirit weapons, immortal weapons, and artifacts in the heavens and the earth must also suck blood.

Why? Because of the rules of heaven. Moreover, because each monk has special substances in his blood that distinguish him from other monks, the machine spirit can rely on these special substances to distinguish the master.

What about ghost cultivators who have no blood but only spirits? Ghost cultivators don't need machine spirits, and ghost cultivators themselves are spirits. What's more, the reincarnation path is broken, and there are no ghost cultivators in the world for a long time, so why care about whether ghost cultivators can cultivate immortals?

Shen Dongli reluctantly pulled his middle finger out of the mouth of the instrument spirit, and couldn't help but say, "Have you drunk enough!"

It's really a three-point color to dare to open a dyeing room. This little thing dared to use her fingers as a pacifier, and a picture of a big man drinking milk appeared in Shen Dongli's mind, and he couldn't help but shudder.

As soon as the words fell, Shen Dong's mirror disappeared from Mei Mei's back.

Now Chen Teng couldn't laugh, what about people? Meimei was also very confused, a person and a dog were stagnant in mid-air, that is a capitalized and bold two words, confused.

If Shen Dongli guessed at a glance, what was the characteristic of suddenly disappearing with the magic weapon with him? Of course, he fell into the space.

I really don't know how much I read. However, Shen Dongli, who fell into the space at this moment, was also very confused.

Why didn't Uncle Xiao tell her about the small world in the Zhu Yan Mirror earlier? ?

Shen Dongli is struggling to get up from a thatched pit at the moment, she is really the uncle of the whole family who has grass Zhu Yanjing.

There is no one in the small world, but why is there a pit full of it!

Shen Dongli simply took off his clothes and climbed over the wall into a farmer's house.

rummaging through the wardrobe, there were only a few coarse cloth clothes, which were sweaty and breathable, but they looked a little shabby.

"Zhu Yanjing!" Shen Dongli shouted to the sky, but no one answered for a long time. Shen Dongli couldn't care about it, she had more urgent things to do now, such as cleaning up the unknown object on her head.

Shen Dongli was in urgent need of water, and walked to two or three houses before he found an old well with wooden barrels and wheels placed next to the well.

Do you really want her to be honest and draw water from a wooden barrel? She is also a half-demon cultivator now, so naturally she can't play her cards according to the routine.

So she found a bamboo pole, opened it in the middle, and slapped the wellhead with another palm to apply pressure.

Cool well water gushed out from the bamboo pole and poured her head, but halfway through the wash, the demonic energy was exhausted.

Embarrassed.

Shen Dongli had no choice but to turn the rope honestly and use the wooden bucket to get some clean water.

This well is like the way of heaven, and the clear water is like chance, and the left way can indeed steal the chance, but its own ability must be excellent. If your temper is greater than your ability, then you will be great, and Heaven will not care about you anyway.

Shen Dongli made up a while, and silently recited in his heart according to the routine.

However, nothing happened, and she was still in the broken courtyard of the farmstead, with some yellow mud on her feet.

Change your posture, I'm going to go out of the Zhuyan Mirror space! Shen Dongli closed his eyes and opened them again, okay or in place.

Or, I want to get out!

What's going on in this small world? Say that you are kind enough to follow me? There is already a pleasure in and out of others, Shen Dongli rolled her eyes helplessly, she must be the terminator of the first routine of Jiuyou.

Shen Dongli had a flash of inspiration, and thought of the reincarnation tower on Pingjiang City! At that time, Second Uncle Shen and Leng Shuang couldn't enter the door, and only she entered the door smoothly because she had no cultivation.

If you look at the small world as Pingjiang City, then the outside world is like Dongdonglou.

And that building is actually the Reincarnation Tower.

Shen Dongli speculated that as long as he found Zhu Yanjing, he should be able to go out. However, as for Zhu Yanjing, a not-so-rosy thought came to her mind.

Did you really fall into ...... manure pit?

I beg God to open her eyes, can she change a magic weapon? She crossed over to Jiuyou to defeat the female partner, not to be a glorious dung digger.

Shen Dongli covered his nose and stood back on the edge of the pit, and asked loudly, "Are you there?"

I saw a few bubbles coming out of the dung pit, and Shen Dongli covered his eyes sadly.

What about her blindfold? Shen Dongli realized at this time. She has been seeing with her mind anyway, and it doesn't matter if she is blind or not.

She usually wears a shark yarn all the time, but at this time, she didn't touch the familiar softness and coolness before she realized that she took off the shark yarn.

Shen Dongli hurriedly tore off the cloth on his body to cover his eyes, if anyone saw Shen Dongli at this moment, they would be surprised, because the place that should have been his eyes was only pitch black.

Shen Dongli took the bamboo pole and stirred the dung pit, and sure enough, a small corner of the Zhu Yanjing was revealed.

"You hold on, grab the bamboo pole and come up!" Shen Dongli was about to faint.

She could have used the demonic energy, however, she had just used it up in the shower. And the aura of this space is very pure, she can't sense the existence of other demonic qi, so she can only use this simple and crude method.

In the scorching sun, the twenty-eight girl, waving a bamboo pole taller than her, stirring a pool of, the picture is so beautiful that it is sad.

Shen Dongli angrily threw Zhu Yanjing into the bucket and washed it well, this bucket will have to be returned later, otherwise the old well may be more lonely.

"You dog, who told you to throw your grandmother into the dung pit?" Shen Dongli pinched the corner of Zhu Yanjing, scolding like a dog.