With just this moment of effort, Yan Jiu's mind was already full of thousands of sails!

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"Ah Jiu," Qing Yan called softly, this Yan Jiu didn't know what he was thinking, and he was distracted again.

"What?" Yan Jiu looked at Qing Yan suspiciously, his gray eyes were a little confused, taking advantage of the pair of moist peach blossom eyes, he silently snatched people's hearts.

"What do you say? I didn't hear clearly. And the most troublesome thing is that the person concerned is unaware of this.

Seeing this, Qing Yan shook his head helplessly in his heart, he pointed to the turntable and asked, "Do you still want to turn?" ”

"No," Yan Jiu looked at Wangyuan back, "I haven't built a foundation yet, and this one is enough for me." ”

Yan Jiu's words are not only to answer Qing Yan, but also to return to the abyss of despair, anyway, I am just a small practice now, whether it is the grand cause of "going against the sky", or you have other plans, it has nothing to do with me at this moment.

If one day, I am faced with such a choice, it will be in the future, although I am Yan Jiu, I am also myself!

From the beginning, I just wanted to live, to live well.

Yan Jiu looked at Qing Yan beside him, "Since the brands have been given, it's better for you to turn around the rest!" ”

Immediately, Yan Jiu whispered in Qing Yan's ear, "Son of luck." ”

The hot breath exhaled blew on the tips of Qing Yan's ears, and Qing Yan felt that his heart began to tremble violently because of a word, a person.

There was a "thump" sound coming from my chest, jumping again and again, so clear, so ...... Cheerful......

Qing Yan unconsciously twitched his fingertips, trying to use this to restrain his uncontrollable emotions, but obviously it had no effect, and the heart was still jumping uncontrollably.

Qing Yan stretched out his hand, casually flicked the turntable in front of him, and then took advantage of the time when the turntable rotated to calm his mind.

How many times has this been? Qing Yan thought that as long as he encountered something related to Yan Jiu, he would always lose control.

Why? He asked himself.

There is an answer that is about to come out, but it is avoided by the subconscious self.

Qing Yan thought that the answer to this question should be left to time to answer.

"Qing Yan! You see! Yan Jiu held Qing Yan's arm and pointed to the turntable, the corners of his eyes and eyebrows were full of joy.

"I knew you could!"

Looking at Yan Jiu, who was smiling so happily, Qing Yan also laughed softly, and the questions that bothered him suddenly became insignificant.

What's the matter? Qing Yan said to himself, just looking at Ah Jiu like this, he felt that his heart had been filled.

At this time, at the turntable, I saw that the pointer pointed to one of the grids, and on the wide and narrow grid, there was a golden mask, which slowly appeared.

"Even this can be found by you," even Wangyuan was a little amazed at this time, "It's really worthy of a monk with great luck!" ”

Wang Yuan threw an object in the air at Qing Yan, but was intercepted by Yan Jiu halfway, Yan Jiu looked at the mask in his hand, and the more he looked at it, the more frightened he felt.

The whole mask is made of gold, showing a dazzling golden color, the mask is simple, smooth and unadorned, and only on one corner of the mask, there is a carved manju sawa that blooms to the extravagance.

The petals of Namanzhu Sawa are distinct, layered on top of each other, and the slender and full petals are as if soaked in blood, which is very strange.

"Ah Jiu recognizes this mask?"

Yan Jiu nodded and said to Qing Yan, "Not only do I recognize this mask, but even you should know it." ”

Yan Jiu paused, "The Chronicles of the Central Continent once recorded a monk who was known as the "First Immortal of the Four Seas and Eight Desolations", Qing Yan still has an impression? ”

Qing Yan returned, "What Ah Jiu said, but the immortal who created the Yunxian Realm - Void. ”

"Exactly, it was written in the first chapter of the opening chapter of "The Chronicles of the Central Continent" that the Yunxian Realm was separated from a void, and it was originally a vast cloud of mist."

Yan Jiu looked at the mask in his hand, and then said, "Later, there are immortals, who came from the east, pinched mountains and seas, divided water and built cities, and this is why there is the current Yunxian Realm......

Jiang Ling said, "The immortal, armed with a long sword, wearing a feather robe, and a golden mask on his face, claimed to have come from the other side, and his Taoist name was "Xu". ”

Ah Jing received, "Because he single-handedly established the Yunxian Realm, he was honored by the monks of the Yunxian Realm as the "First Immortal of the Four Seas and Eight Desolations"!" ”

At the end, Ah Jing winked at Yan Jiu, "Sister Yan Jiu, what I said is right." ”

"Yes," Yan Jiu returned, why did he have a sense of immediacy of "story solitaire" rushing towards him?

Qing Yan looked at the manzhu sawa who was like a living thing and said, "I always thought that what was recorded in the "Chronicles of the Central Continent" was nonsense, but I didn't expect it to be true."

Hearing Qing Yan's answer, Yan Jiu felt the same way, it turned out that I was not the only one who thought that the book was nonsense!

I always thought that the "virtuality" of the immortals mentioned at the beginning was just a "myth of Zhiwei" similar to Nuwa's creation of people!

But this is not to blame Yan Jiu, if what is recorded in the book is true, then since this immortal called "virtual" is "self-proclaimed", then to whom does he call himself?

Could it be that there was another person in the virtual creation of the Yunxian Realm?

If there is another person, why has this "Chronicles of the Central Continent" not been mentioned from beginning to end, but who wrote and compiled this Central Continent?

Yan Jiu seemed to have opened a corner of the mystery, but he also plunged himself into a bigger mystery.

"This is the mask worn by the "First Immortal"? Ah Jing looked at the mask with some surprise, "I seem to have this mask there!" ”

After that, Ah Jing took out three masks from the storage bag, all of which were dazzling golden colors, some were embedded with spirit stones, some were engraved with magic circles, but each mask was painted with a blood-red manzhu sawahua.

Ji Feng on the side looked at the mask in Ah Jing's hand, and said slowly, "Because of the creation of the Yunxian Realm by "Void", his image is also widely spread in the Yunxian Realm, although these masks are decorated with Manzhu Sawa, but they are just imitations. ”

Ah Jing put away the mask in his hand, "Could it be that Brother Qingyan is real?" ”

"It should be," Yan Jiu returned, thinking of Wangyuan's attitude and Qing Yan's usual luck, this mask might really be more than seventy percent.

However, what attracted Yan Jiu's attention the most was Wangyuan.

Judging from this Wangyuan's attitude towards the immortals in the upper realm, he should be sneering at this time, judging from the respect shown on Wangyuan's face, this immortal called "virtual" seems to be very remarkable.

Yan Jiu held the mask and looked at Wangyuan, "What is the function of this face?" ”

Hearing Yan Jiu's question, Wang Yuan chuckled lightly, looking at Yan Jiu with a playful look in his eyes.

"Why do you ask me? Isn't the purpose of a mask to cover your face? ”

You still need to say that! Yan Jiu was secretly slandering, I naturally knew that the mask was used to cover the face, but under the divine consciousness of a high-level monk, unless it was disfigured, any item would have no effect.

Don't......

Seeing that Yan Jiu had already guessed a few points, Wang Yuan spoke, "As long as this mask is worn, below the True Immortal, unless you use the forbidden technique, no one will be able to see your true appearance and cultivation." ”

So powerful!

Immediately, Yan Jiu was relieved in his heart, too, and only in this way can he be worthy of the title of "the first immortal of the four seas and eight wildernesses".

Yan Jiu handed the mask to Qing Yan and said secretly, "Good luck guy." ”

saw that the mask handed out was pushed back by Qing Yan, "Ah Jiu take it, maybe Ah Jiu will be able to use it one day." ”

Although Yan Jiu was a little cautious, he knew that he couldn't be too greedy.

"You just take it!" Yan Jiu pushed the mask back, "Just what you put in 'Jiuyan' is enough for me to use for hundreds of years, so why don't you use this." ”

As he spoke, Yan Jiu directly stuffed the mask into Qing Yan's hand, "You must always have a few things by your side." ”

At the end, Yan Jiu pointed to the jade drum on his waist and said, "Don't forget, I still have a jade drum." ”

Because the jade drum was very exquisite, Yan Jiu directly made it smaller and hung it on his waist, which at first glance looked like a sachet and jade pendant hanging from the waist of an ordinary daughter's family.

Qing Yan looked at the golden mask in his hand, and his eyes drooped, as if something in his eyes was precipitating and fermenting more and more.

The long sword in his hand trembled slightly, that was to feel it, and the joy of Qing Yan's own body sword path becoming more and more firm.

"Why don't we change the rest of the brands to the first one?" Yan Jiu looked at Qing Yan's proposal, but the corners of his eyes secretly looked at the surrounding monks.

If Qing Yan turns out any more treasures against the sky, even if these monks can sit still, the organizations and sects behind those monks will probably not be able to sit still.

"Okay," Qing Yan returned, his voice as intoxicating as honey wine, "all listen to Ah Jiu." ”

It's too foul! Yan Jiu roared in his heart: It's just luck against the sky, why is he still seizing the position of the "voice actor" of the monsoon now, this voice is almost pregnant!

Yan Jiu hadn't finished admiring Qing Yan's voice, but he saw that one by one magic elixirs fell into Qing Yan's sleeve like a long siphon absorbing water.

The pervasive treasure light, the high-grade elixir sealed in the jade box, deeply angered the eyes of the monks.

Yan Jiu would not have the slightest doubt that as soon as Qing Yan left the altar of desire, he would be blocked and killed by many parties.

On the other hand, Qing Yan didn't care about playing with the spirit seed that was no more than the size of a finger's belly, only to see that the spirit seed was wrapped in a layer of gray-brown skin, and it didn't seem to have any signs of life.

Qing Yan handed the seed to Yan Jiu, "You are an earth-based spiritual root, a native wood, this spirit seed might as well be given to you." ”

"Give it to me?" Yan Jiu took the seed and looked at Qing Yan suspiciously, "What if I raise it to death?" ”

When Qing Yan heard this, he smiled, "Then I'll find another one and give it to Ah Jiu." ”

Don't talk about the spirit seed as if it's all over the street! Good no good!

You know, I'm a "nymphomaniac" who hasn't even raised a cactus!

"But I ......" Yan Jiu wanted to say more, but was interrupted by Wangyuan's voice.

"The prize has been redeemed, the altar of desire will be closed after a pillar of incense, and now, it is time for you to leave."

As soon as Wangyuan's words fell, he saw that in the direction of the eight pillars, eight vermilion gates gradually rose, and the eight gates were magnificent, and the cornices were also decorated with the mocking wind of one of the nine sons of the dragon.

It's just that I don't know if Yan Jiu is wrong, or if it's her intuition as a demon clan, she always feels that those two mocking winds are alive.

"Go back to where you came from." Wang Yuan looked at the exit that appeared and said, but there was an inexplicable sense of desolation in his words.

As Wangyuan's voice fell, the closed door in front of him slowly opened a gap that only allowed one person to pass through.

As soon as the gate opened, some monks chose their direction and couldn't wait to leave, and in the blink of an eye, only a few people remained.

"Sister Jiu," Jiang Ling called, because she was not at the east gate when she came in, so she came to say goodbye to Yan Jiu at this time.

Jiang Ling handed out an object and put it in Yan Jiu's palm, "This is my communication paper crane, if Sister Nine wants to see me, send this paper crane to me."

After that, Jiang Ling hugged Yan Jiu again, "Although it is a bit hypocritical to say this, I am really happy to see Sister Nine again." ”

After that, Jiang Ling didn't procrastinate, and directly took his "servant" to look at his own mind and walked in the other direction.

Yan Jiu looked at the figures of Jiang Ling and Guan Ziyi leaving, and became a little sad, but in addition to being sad, he always felt as if he had forgotten to tell Jiang Ling something?

What is it? Yan Jiu thought hard.

"Finally able to get out of here!"

Ah Jing's cheers broke Yan Jiu's contemplation.

Ah Jing looked at Yan Jiu happily, "I don't know if the Lin Heaven Realm is over, grandpa must be in a hurry." ”

Looking at Ah Jing who was smiling happily, the corner of the scholar's lips in the distance smiled, his eyes became more and more unpredictable, and then he left lightly on his tiptoes in the direction he came.

Ah Jing, who was immersed in the joy of "seeing grandpa", was inexplicably fighting a cold war!

It's weird, how can you feel a little cold for no reason?

Ah Jing didn't think that at this time, she was already "remembered" by someone......

After Ah Jing's reminder, Yan Jiu's expression suddenly became a little solemn, "Monsoon, according to your calculations, has the Lin Heaven Realm outside ever ended?" ”

Monsoon pondered for a moment and then returned, "It shouldn't be, since the Desire Altar exists in the Lintian Realm, it should be closely related to the Lintian Realm, if the Lintian Realm is closed, we won't feel it at all." ”

After hearing this, Yan Jiu calculated, "I'm afraid that even if the Lin Heaven Realm is not closed, it is almost time to close." ”

Ji Feng looked at Yan Jiu, who was worried, "Are you worried about your thunderstorm?" ”

"That's right," Yan Jiu returned without hesitation, "As soon as I leave the Lin Heaven Realm, it is estimated that I will begin to experience the Thunder Tribulation of Foundation Building." ”

After that, Yan Jiu took out two things, which were the "remains" of the Blood Buddha, the Soul Stone and the Blood Buddha Incense.

Yan Jiu looked at the Blood Buddha Incense in his hand and said, "I don't need to say more about the usefulness of this Blood Buddha Incense, you should know better than me, as for this soul stone, ......"

Yan Jiu paused, and then said, "I think you should be able to use it if your soul is damaged. With that, Yan Jiu handed these two things to Monsoon.

"I don't know how this trip will turn out, so I'd better leave these things to you first. Now that you have awakened your consciousness, plus these two things, it must be enough, and if Master has a spirit in the sky, he should be able to feel more at ease. ”

Yan Jiu looked at the golden veins wrapped around his fingers, "And I, too, have lived up to his trust to me." ”

After that, the golden veins on Yan Jiu's hands became a little lighter, but they did not disappear completely, thinking that only when the three souls and seven spirits of the monsoon all woke up, this heart demon oath could be completely unraveled.

After giving the Blood Buddha Incense and Soul Stone to Ji Feng, Yan Jiu gave the Tianluo Array he had obtained from Pu Nan to Ah Jing according to what he had said before.

"Sister Yan Jiu is the best!" Ah Jing cheered and took over the Tianluo Array.

"But I can't take it for nothing," Ah Jing said, turning around and taking out a piece of pink pale green poria from the storage bag, and handed it to Yan Jiu.

"This is a seventh-order wood poria cocos, although it is not too precious, it can only be used to nourish the spiritual vein, but it is better than being in harmony with Sister Yan Jiu's attributes."

"Thank you," in fact, Yan Jiu knew that this was Ah Jing's experience to prevent his meridians from being unable to withstand the Heavenly Tribulation, so he gave this seventh-order wood poria to himself.

Even if there were many subtleties in the Luo Array that day, they couldn't match the preciousness of a seventh-order elixir.

Thinking of the Heavenly Tribulation, Yan Jiu couldn't help but have a headache, the crystal skull that Wangyuan let him find, the "Tiandu Umbrella" that Monsoon let him exchange, the many treasures placed by Ji Feng in Jiuyan Buyao, plus the elixir given by Ah Jing, if this is the case, he can't survive the Heavenly Tribulation, it can only show one problem-the sky is going to kill me!

Heaven wants to kill me, I will fight! (To be continued.) )