The night was extremely deep, the shadows were shaking, and in the bamboo forest where the wind was raging, a coercion that destroyed the world suddenly came.

Tianluo's face was blood-red, his feet were weak, and he couldn't help but want to kneel. Seeing that An Yun was still standing straight, he showed weakness in front of the woman, and forcibly stood firm to resist the pressure of the sky.

Fortunately, this pressure came and went quickly, and it quietly disappeared in less than half a breath. The starlight was soft, and the purple bamboo forest calmed down, except for the stumps and leaves on the ground, it was no different from before.

On the puppet's dull cheeks, the deep and dark eye sockets gradually brightened, and a ray of clear light between An Yun's fingers fell on the puppet's empty eye sockets and did not go out.

At this time, on the Wangjiang Stone at the highest point of Linxian Island in the East China Sea, a tall and burly man meditated peacefully facing the huge waves under his feet, and suddenly, he opened his eyes, and there was electricity in his eyes, and his eyes turned to the rising tide of the moon and the ebb and flow.

His brows furrowed slightly, and he turned his head to look in the direction of Zhongshan Kingdom. He had placed his hopes in heaven and earth before, and suddenly felt a wisp of powerful and incomparable coercion, and strangely, this coercion seemed to be somewhat familiar.

As a mid-Yuan Infant monk, this man's cultivation is faintly about to break through to the late stage, and there are not many Yuan Infant monks in Linhai Prefecture, and they are very familiar with each other's divine thoughts. However, although this divine thought was faintly familiar, it did not belong to any Yuanying Monk in Linhai Prefecture.

Could it be that there is any faction of Elder Jin Dan who has broken through the shackles of Yuan Ying?

No, the coercion of this divine thought is not worse than him, how can he be a new Yuanying fellow? Could it be that there is an old friend who has come to Linhai, and that is to be seen.

The middle-aged man groaned for a moment. shouted: "Duanmu Yuanshan." ”

A white-robed man immediately appeared behind him, and he saluted very respectfully: "Disciple Duanmu Yuanshan is here, what does the master command?" ”

"If a master is visiting Linhai, you can go to Zhongshan and visit the teacher on your behalf, and by the way, invite him to Tingchao Pavilion to see him." The middle-aged man said in a deep voice.

Duanmu Yuanshan immediately responded without hesitation, turned around and left quickly, but secretly thought in his heart: Where did the master come to Linhai and actually alarm the master?

At the same time, Xuanyuan Sect thanked upstairs. Qinghua Zhenren also glanced at the direction of Zhongshan Kingdom. Glancing to the east again.

"Uncle Shi." Qingxu, the head of Xuanyuan Sect, saw that his expression was different, and said strangely: "Is there anything wrong?" ”

Qinghua Zhenren smiled slightly, pointed to the east, and said with a smile: "What can it be?" Even if there is something. The man will be the first to take care of it. Let's not do much. ”

"Yes. Uncle. Qingxu said respectfully, but he was also a little disappointed in his heart, and the Dark Dao Master still refused to collide with that person head-on. I, Xuantian Sect, have to continue to be forcibly suppressed by his Tingchao Pavilion.

"By the way, Qingxu, why did you come to me?" Qinghua Zhenren asked.

Qingxu hurriedly said respectfully: "Uncle Shi, or because of the matter of Longyang Shaoyu, how do you think to deal with it?" ”

Qinghua Zhenren flicked his sleeves and said: "I have seen this person, the five series of miscellaneous spiritual roots are just that, but none of the spiritual roots of one series exceed 10, such qualifications, even if I am in the middle of the Yuan Infant Period, what can I do?" ”

"But Uncle Shi, now Longyang Shaoyu has become a shame for my Xuantian Sect, and many other factions secretly ridicule my sect for being incompetent. If it can't be solved, it will be very detrimental to the reputation of my Xuantian Sect in the future. Qingxu smiled bitterly.

Qinghua Zhenren frowned and said unhappily: "I told you at the beginning, it is impossible for Longyang Shaoyu to succeed in marrying the Dan, even if it costs more on him, it is lucky to be able to build a foundation." What about you? You don't have to listen, as soon as you hear that the Longyang Emperor is willing to repay Longyang Yuan, you will take this waste regardless of it. It can't be solved now, but it will discredit the sect, so why bother. ”

Qingxu looked embarrassed, and said ashamedly: "Uncle Shi, I was a fan of wealth at the beginning, thinking that if my Xuantian Sect could build the station in Longyang Yuan, with the mellow aura of heaven and earth in Longyang Yuan and the two huge spirit stone veins, it would only take a hundred years, and my disciple cultivation would definitely be able to surpass the Tingchao Pavilion and regain the head of the Linhai Immortal Gate." Pity...... Ay! ”

Qinghua Zhenren sighed silently, he knew that his master and nephew wanted to carry forward the Xuantian Sect and suppress the Tingchao Pavilion, so he tried his best to think about it, thinking about it day and night. Because of this, the original clear void and good qualifications, but there has been no progress in a hundred years, and it is still only a seventh-layer cultivation of Jindan, and the possibility of condensing a baby in this life is very small.

He was willing to give up his cultivation for the sake of Xuantian Sect, although he lost his duty to cultivate, but for Xuantian Sect, he did not do badly.

The ten-year big competition of Xuantian Sect is the day of the millennium birthday of Qinghua Zhenren.

The reason why the head of Qingxu made such an arrangement was to take advantage of Qinghua's real birthday, Linhaizhou and the rest of the immortal sects would send people to watch the ceremony, and at that time, the sect Dabi just showed the strength of the younger generation of disciples of Xuantian Sect to the various immortal sects, and the spearhead was directly aimed at Tingchao Pavilion.

Xuantian Sect wants to prove to the major immortal sects that the strength of Xuantian Sect today is not inferior to that of Tingchao Pavilion, and the cultivation realm of Linhaizhou will no longer be the dominant family of Tingchao Pavilion in the future.

Qingxu Zhang's thoughts are clear to Qinghua Zhenren. Although he is a Yuanying monk and has an outstanding status, he is a disciple of Xuantian Sect one day and a disciple of Xuantian Sect all his life. So even if he doesn't want to be an enemy of Yuen Long, even if he is now the most respected person in Xuantian Sect, he has to do what he is not willing to do for Xuantian Sect.

The head of Qingxu attached great importance to the ten-year score of the sect this time, and thought about it for a long time, and determined that there was a way to deal with any accidents. Only ...... Xuantian Sect's shame Longyang Shaoyu, but he has no good plan even if he thinks about it.

If it is an ordinary disciple, it is just that, such a waste is expelled from the sect. However, Longyang Shaoyu's identity is sensitive, and it is he who covets Longyang Yuan, so he boasts to the world that as long as Longyang Shaoyu enters the Xuantian Sect, there is hope for a knot. At that time, he thought that with Qinghua Zhenren empowering him, coupled with the fact that Xuantian Sect gave Longyang Shaoyu funding at any cost, it was not impossible to tie the pill.

Who knew that this kid was a piece of wood and didn't open his mind, and after fifteen years of painstaking cultivation at any cost, his cultivation was no more than the middle stage of Qi cultivation. To put it mildly, there are so many Jindan monks who have taken cultivation as an empowerment for him, even if it is a pig, it is time to build a foundation, not to mention that there are countless precious and abnormal elixirs for him to swallow like a meal.

The head of Qingxu has words of suffering, and he wants to give up. But at this time, Longyang Shaoyu had already become a shame for Xuantian Sect. If this shame is not resolved for a day, his Xuantian Sect will be ridiculed for a day, so how can he compete with Tingchao Pavilion?

"You, you, you, what a stupid move." Qinghua Zhenren shook his head and sighed: "As far as I know, there is another way in the cultivation world that may allow Longyang Shaoyu not to be limited by qualifications, and it is also possible to tie the Dan. ”

Qingxu's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he said eagerly: "Why didn't Uncle Shi say it earlier, what is the method?" ”

Qinghua Zhenren was displeased: "You blame me?" It's not that I don't say it, but this method is extremely dangerous, and there is no corresponding exercise mantra to cooperate. It is the way to death. ”

The head of Qingxu hurriedly apologized: "Uncle forgive the sin." I don't know how. ”

"The art of cultivating swords. In ancient times and even in ancient times, there was a sword cultivation, and only one sword was cultivated in a lifetime, and there was no golden pill or condensation of the yuanying. Only cultivate the natal flying sword. However, the method of planting a sword is too dangerous. Historically, there have been very few people who have succeeded. Even if you succeed, if you compete with others in the fighting method, you will die with a sword at every turn. Therefore, since ancient times, there have been very few people who have cultivated the sword to become a great weapon. My Linhai Continent monk does not have sword cultivation, and the Qing Netherworld Continent is the land of the source of the Dao, but there are occasional sword cultivators. ”

Qingxu thought for a while, and then asked, "Does that master know the art of cultivating swords?" ”

"I don't understand." Qinghua Zhenren said neatly: "There are very few people who understand this technique now, and there are countless secrets of my Xuantian Sect's exercises, and I can't learn them endlessly, where do I need to see the dangerous methods of other sects?" ”

Qingxu nodded yes, pondered for a while, and said: "It seems that I can only go to the Qingyin Continent to find sword cultivation and let him teach Longyang Shaoyu the art of sword cultivation." However, the day of Dabi is approaching, and it is too late in time. But it doesn't matter, as long as Longyang Shaoyu can successfully build a foundation and even form a pill, the rumors of the shame of my Xuantian Sect are self-defeating, maybe my sect's reputation is even better, and I can also obtain Longyang Yuan, which is a triple win. ”

Qinghua Zhenren glanced at him lightly, seeing that Qingxu was more and more involved in thinking about it, and the look on his face became more and more fanatical, he couldn't help but shake his head, his heart was really crazy, let him go, as long as he didn't bother himself, it would be fine.

In the Purple Bamboo Forest, An Yun and Tianluo stared at the puppet in front of them for a moment. Especially Tianluo, he has a wisp of divine consciousness integrated into the puppet, and he can clearly feel the difference between the puppets.

It's really different, although the puppets in the past had machine spirits, they were dead things after all. And the current puppet, Tianluo can actually feel a trace of divine thought fluctuations on the puppet's body. This trace of divine thought lightly overwhelmed the divine consciousness he left on the puppet, but it did not erase his divine consciousness.

An Yun took out the purple gold gourd, cast a trick with both hands, opened the seal of the gourd, and with a finger, a wisp of three-colored flame arrow stabbed into the puppet's face.

The puppet's eyes shone brightly, and it opened its mouth wide, swallowing the three-colored flames endlessly. It wasn't until the purple gold gourd in An Yun's hand had no more flames floating out that the puppet closed its mouth.

"What are you doing?" Tianluo exclaimed.

An Yun glanced at him lightly, took out all kinds of refining materials without saying a word, and the talisman pen was heavily dotted in the talisman ink, and then the pen was quickly outlined on a small white array flag.

"I used the Divine Sealing Spell to open a trace of the puppet's seal, and then drew out a wisp of Tianluo's predecessor divine consciousness, which can lead to the Yuanyang Fire hidden in the depths of the puppet. However, a wisp of divine consciousness is too weak to leave the puppet body, so it can only send the heavenly wind and fire into the puppet's mouth for sacrifice. ”

Tianluo opened his mouth speechlessly, and only said in a low voice for a long time: "The puppet body hides the fire of Yuanyang? You mean this puppet's body is my grandfather? He suddenly said angrily, "Who is it?" Who was so vicious as to dare to turn my grandfather into a puppet? ”

He had listened to An Yun's words before, and thought that An Yun meant that someone had sealed his grandfather's divine soul into the puppet, but now it suddenly dawned on him that what An Yun said about 'the puppet is the words of heaven' meant this.

An Yun glanced at him coldly.

Tianluo's heart jumped, and he suddenly thought of the forbidden technique recorded in a forbidden book in the Tibetan scripture building in the valley, and he couldn't help but feel cold all over his body. He remembered that he only peeked at him, but his father found out, and without saying anything, he whipped him with a hundred whips, almost killing him. If the little aunt hadn't heard the news and rushed to protect him in her arms and prevent his father from whipping him, he would have died a long time ago.

At that time, the little aunt hugged him and cried to her father, "What are you doing beating him, are you going to beat him to death?" If you're really afraid that he's going to learn from his father, why don't you burn it all down? What are you going to do with this vicious method, you think I don't know? Do you also have the face to hit him? ”

The young Tianluo couldn't understand the words of the two, only to see his father's face turn pale, and it took a long time to throw down the whip and leave, and he began to retreat on the same day.

That scene was so impressive that Tianluo still remembered it vividly, and even remembered the first line of the forbidden book.

Red Flower Valley, puppetry, non-human and non-demon wood people.

Tianluo's face was pale, his blood faded, and he sat on the ground in a daze, like a puppet.

An Yun didn't have time to pay attention to him, seeing that the light in the puppet's eyes was gradually dimming, he knew that time was running out, so he couldn't help but speed up. His hands turned into remnants of the Dao, constantly playing refining techniques, and using spiritual power to pull the rune ink and fuse with the array flag. Under the traction of spiritual power, Fu Mo quickly sketched one strange figure after another on the formation flag, and soon disappeared again, and continued to sketch another figure, over and over again, with no end.

After about a quarter of an hour, An Yun stopped sweating profusely, raised his eyes to look at the puppet, and the flag unfurled without wind. At this moment, the puppet opened its mouth and spat out a three-color flame, which sprayed on the array flag.

The purple bamboo forest suddenly burst into flames, and the surrounding purple bamboos were evaporated with all the water in an instant, almost ready to burn. An Yun cast a spell and chanted a spell on his knees, and used the three-color flame spewed out by the puppet to refine the three-color flag.

After a few breaths, the puppet closed its mouth, and the glint in its eyes was completely extinguished. An Yun still kept casting spells, and engraved the refined three-color fire into the three-color flag, which was the last process of refining the three-color flag.

A hint of fish belly white was revealed in the east, and the sky gradually brightened.

An Yun finally slowly accepted the magic trick, and a small three-color banner filled with fire appeared in her hand.

Seventh-Order Magic Weapon!

A smile appeared on An Yun's face, it turned out to be a seventh-order magic weapon, which was really unexpected. She and Bei Daosheng worked hard to refine the Three Banners, the Ice Blade, and the Heavenly Wind and Fire Cloud Banner, and the highest-level Ice Blade was only a sixth-order magic weapon. Who knew that this time she cast a spell and refined it alone, but she was able to refine a seventh-order magic weapon. However, it can also be figured out, the Yuanyang Fire of the Yuanying Monk is much stronger than the Samadhi True Fire of the Jindan Monk, and it is not strange to refine the seventh-order magic weapon.

Since he had received the benefits, An Yun bowed to the puppet gratefully, and thanked him sincerely: "The great kindness of the seniors, An Yun does not dare to forget it, and he will be grateful to him." ”

She turned her head to look at Tianluo, and saw him looking haggard, sitting on the ground with a dull face, and his eyes were dull. An Yun didn't know what he thought, so he tried to call him twice, but when he saw that he ignored himself, he secretly sighed and walked out of the purple bamboo forest.

After all, some things need to be faced by the parties themselves, to figure it out, and the current Tianluo should not want anyone to be by his side. (To be continued......)