The dark silver cauldron seems to be filled with a vast and magnificent galaxy, and the bright and shining stars flow in it. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Yan Jiu held the notebook left by Ziqi, just like thirteen years ago, standing next to the crucible.

It's just that from a child with a general horn thirteen years ago, he has grown into a woman who is now graceful and charming.

Sometimes I really have to sigh at the wonder of genes, although Yan Jiu is not the original "Yan Jiu", Yan Jiu still perfectly inherits all the advantages of Yan Qing, especially that face.

It's a thing to celebrate to be pretty, but sometimes it's a hassle to be too pretty, especially when this beautiful woman has a pair of charming and intoxicating peach eyes.

When you don't smile, the corners of your eyes are smudged with thin red, your eyes are large and slender, the tail of your narrow eyes is slightly curved upward, your eyes are dreamy, like April peach blossoms, your eyelashes are dense and long, and your eyes seem to be drunk but not drunk.

If you laugh, the eyebrows and eyes are curved like a white crescent moon, which is very seductive.

When Yan Jiu took a self-portrait in the mirror, he had an urge to fall in love with himself.

But at this time, Yan Jiu didn't have time to take care of these, her beautiful eyes were slightly condensed, she stared at the crucible nervously, her hands were intertwined up and down and kept changing the fingers, and the Milky Way in the crucible flowed slowly from a slow flow, like a stirred pool of water, to a rapid flow.

Seeing this, Yan Jiu's expression was even more focused, only to see her hands flying up and down, and her gestures changed one after another, and the fingers came out of her hands and hit the flowing galaxy.

The galaxy flows faster and faster, spinning at a point in a swirling shape. Yan Jiu stopped at this time, she took the jade bottle that was placed aside, and sprinkled all the black powder inside into the crucible, and the light mask on the crucible changed brightly and darkly, as if it was about to be unable to bear the flow of the galaxy.

Yan Jiu looked nervously at the point where the galaxy gathered, and even his breathing eased a lot.

"I've waited thirteen years and used the entire Ningxing Sand Mine, don't let me down." Yan Jiu muttered alone at the spinning galaxy, his gray-white eyes full of anticipation.

Maybe it's because of Yan Jiu's demon bloodline, or maybe it's Yan Jiu's practice, in short, I don't know when Yan Jiu's pupils began to gradually lighten.

It's just that this kind of change not only seems abrupt to Yan Jiu, but also unexpectedly harmonious. Yan Jiu's peach blossom eyes were lined with the pale gray-white, and there was an indescribable spirit and demonic spirit, like a heavenly god high above.

Just one glance makes people feel fascinated by their hearts.

The whirlpool continued to rotate, forming a small dot like a substance from the center, and the galaxy that followed continued to converge on that small dot of substance, and in the blink of an eye, the small dot the size of a sesame seed became the size of a soybean.

When the galaxy stopped spinning, Yan Jiu's eyes couldn't help but light up, only to see that in the dark silver crucible, a pitch-black bead was quietly suspended there.

Yan Jiu removed the light mask, happily picked up the pitch-black bead, and gathered until the light came out to watch it carefully.

Although it looks like obsidian at first glance, it is actually a deep blue, and if you look closely with your divine sense, you will find that in that blue, there are countless brilliant and twinkling stars, like a nebula, as if the entire universe is gathered in your hand.

"It finally worked."

Yan Jiu looked at the bead and smiled, and the peach blossom eyes that looked blurry when he wasn't smiling seemed to contain the bright spring light when the peach blossoms were in full bloom.

A whole vein of condensing star sand ore has only refined this small star bead, although it will not belong to him in the end, but he is still very happy to be able to refine it, although it has taken thirteen years.

"It's been thirteen years...... Yan Jiu looked at the star bead with emotion, "All this is like a dream when I took a nap."

Looking back on the past thirteen years, everything seems so unreal.

When she first arrived at the Lin Heaven Realm, Yan Jiu was just a small fifth-order qi training, and now she was already a great consummation of qi training, but no matter how hard Yan Jiu tried, she couldn't go any further and step into the threshold of foundation building.

On the contrary, his own meridians have been expanded and contracted by the spiritual power again and again, and he has widened a lot, and the stored spiritual energy is far higher than that of the monks of the same level.

If it weren't for the problem itself, then the reason why he couldn't build a foundation might be in this Lin Heaven Realm.

When the foundation is built, the Heavenly Dao will descend on the Heavenly Tribulation, and after that, the Dao Base meridian will become a spiritual vein, and he will truly begin to become an immortal cultivator. If you can't get over, then you can only scatter and die.

This Lintian Secret Realm is a realm of its own, here, it is impossible to sense the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, and naturally it cannot experience the thunder tribulation and build a foundation.

If Yan Jiu could leave the Lin Heaven Realm, he might face the thunder tribulation from the Heavenly Dao as soon as he went out.

As soon as I went out, I was struck by lightning, and I was also drunk.

Yan Jiu shook his head helplessly, as long as I can get out, even if it is a bad thunderbolt, I will admit it!

Yan Jiu really didn't want to stay here anymore, except for Monsoon, a "human-like", Yan Jiu had never seen any other living people.

People, after all, are social animals, even if the monk is cuminous, but he has to come into contact with normal humans, which is like himself, he is accompanied by demon beasts and puppets all day long, sometimes Yan Jiu will suddenly sigh, if he dies, no one will know.

A few years later, someone who stepped on his dry bones would say, "Bad luck!" ”

Yan Jiu shook his head, he must have been away from the human race for too long, and even this thought popped out by himself! It's so negative!

In any case, it is important to repair the monsoon as possible, not only for the sake of beauty, but also to prevent people from noticing the strangeness of the monsoon.

Yan Jiu didn't think that he was capable of protecting such a precious war puppet, let alone a living puppet that existed almost like "against the sky"!

Before you have the strength to protect your own things, let's hide them well.

Yan Jiu looked at the table, and the small stone table was filled with all kinds of bottles and jars. Yan Jiu smiled, "Master, in the past thirteen years, I haven't been lazy."

Yan Jiu put away the black star bead, and then he sent out a sound to summon the monsoon back.

And the "sound transmission" cast by Yan Jiu is a small spell, but it is a pity that Yan Jiu's cultivation is too low, and a certain medium is needed to cast this sound transmission spell.

Yan Jiu pinched a finger, and saw the paper crane carrying the sound swaying and flying up, throwing itself into the boundary river in the belly of the mountain and disappearing.

In the past thirteen years, it is not only Yanjiu that has changed, but also the monsoon. After the recuperation of the souls of countless mandrills, the monsoon souls sleeping in the hearts of Qianji have faintly shown signs of waking up.

If it were another thirteen years, the monsoon might really wake up, but Yan Jiu didn't have time to wait for another thirteen years, just yesterday, the heavy rain that had been falling for thirteen years in this Lin Heaven Realm finally stopped.

And the Lin Heaven Realm is about to open again......

At this time, the monsoon is hunting a land black bear that has come out of the nest to forage for food during the rainy season.

Although the earth black bear is two feet tall, has rough skin and thick flesh, and has a pair of terrifying fangs, it is not a too powerful demon beast, except for the larger size, for a war puppet like Monsoon, who has the ability to build a foundation, it is simply a walk after dinner.

But Monsoon doesn't want to end so soon.

Yes, he didn't want to.

Although the soul of the monsoon has not fully awakened, the soul of man is divided into three souls and seven spirits, and the monsoon has recovered one soul and three spirits. Just like a broken machine, even if one part is broken, the other part can still function.

Monsoon had already regained some of his consciousness, and apart from his emotional incompleteness, he could already think simply, but Monsoon concealed the fact that he had recovered part of it.

There is no reason, no purpose, it's like a subconscious person telling himself: don't let others know, even Yan Jiu.

Yan Jiu, as long as Ji Feng thought of this name, he felt an indescribable feeling in his heart, and when Ziqi asked Yan Jiu to make a demon oath, he was awake for a moment.

Ji Feng watched the golden pattern of the heart demon oath with his own eyes, wrapped around Yan Jiu's fingers. At that moment, Monsoon felt strange and complicated, like a priceless antique entrusted to a yellow-haired girl for safekeeping.

Purple Qi is really too sloppy!

Monsoon has thought this way more than once. But in the past thirteen years, Yan Jiu has been like grinding tofu with clear water, changing Monsoon's views bit by bit.

Yan Jiu is a very strange person, whether it is his mind, his age, or even himself, he is full of an inexplicable eccentricity.

Ziqi used to be a genius puppeteer in the secret puppet courtyard, but in addition to his bold ideas and innovations, Ziqi's divine sense is the key to his fame! When Ziqi built the foundation, he had a divine sense that was not weaker than that of the Jindan monk, and his sea of consciousness was twice as great as that of ordinary monks.

Ziqi once told himself that he had obtained a piece of inheritance in the secret realm, so he could be able to comprehend people and easily manipulate the battle puppet battle.

But Yan Jiu is worth speculating about in this regard, a little girl who is only seven years old can use her divine sense to make low-level puppets, and it is a miracle that she can make a prototype herself, but she still succeeded.

Not only that, when Yan Jiu saw Ziqi that day, she was a fifth-order Qi cultivator, she should have been squeezed to death by the Lin Heaven Realm, but she survived unexpectedly, and the monsoon began to think that Yan Jiu had any secret treasure, so she could avoid the Lin Heaven Realm.

But in the past thirteen years, Yan Jiu has not had the slightest sign of a secret treasure hidden on her body, except that she has taken out one or two strange "food" items from time to time, she seems too normal.

If Yan Jiu didn't have a secret treasure, it would be easy to say, if she did, she could hide it for thirteen years, then this Yan Jiu would be really terrifying......

A paper crane mechanically waved its wings and came suddenly.

Monsoon two fingers together, a golden breath directly across the head of the earth black bear, blood splattered, the head of the black bear with fangs was directly thrown high, rolled into the grass on the side, and after a few breaths, the huge body of the earth black bear fell to the ground with a "boom".

As soon as Ji Feng's fingers touched the flying paper crane, Yan Jiu's voice came so concisely.

"Clean up and get back!"

You see, this concise and cold tone, there seems to be a woman in her twentieth decade, the monsoon wave her sleeves casually, and the paper crane that transmitted the sound suddenly disappeared without a trace.

Monsoon skillfully peeled off the skin of the earth black bear, found the head that had fallen in the grass, and with a single force of both hands, broke off the pair of fangs that were arm length. Monsoon stabbed two fingers through the eyebrows of the earth black bear, and after finding that there was no demon crystal, he threw it aside in disgust.

Once upon a time, he was also a majestic foundation building monk, but now he has been reduced to this, becoming a low-level material, a poor cultivator who works hard for spirit stones.

Thinking of this, the one-eyed eye on Ji Feng's face couldn't help but darken: "Yan Liuyun, did you ever think that you would die at the hands of your parents and son when you killed me......"

Thinking of this, Ji Feng's eyes couldn't help but condense, Yan Liuyun, Yan Jiu, how could these two people have the same surname? That Yan Jiu said that she saw Yan Liuyun's son kill him with her own eyes, why was Yan Jiu present at that time?

There was a fight between the two foundation building cultivators, how could she, Yan Jiu, a small Qi cultivation cultivator, be able to watch the battle from the sidelines without being affected?

Is there anything involved in this......