At this time, in the Zihua Palace, as usual, it was just the Xifu Begonias in the courtyard, which inexplicably began to fall from the branches, one by one making people feel distressed.

Yin Lingzi looked at such a vision, and instinctively predicted what was about to happen in the near future. Worried in his heart, he took out a purple gold compass from the spiritual source and began to deduce.

Mrs. Bai on the side, that is, Yin Lingzi's wife, looked at the increasingly solemn look on her husband's face, and knew the seriousness of the matter, so she had to take out a broom and sweep the flowers that occupied the road, saving her annoyance.

"It looks like the seal can't hold that thing down. Ay! ”

And in the Xuantian Pool, Jiang Ming's face was already embarrassed to blue and purple, and he felt that death was approaching him step by step.

Just as darkness was about to fall, Jiang Ming suddenly fell into a fantasy realm, surrounded by raging fires singing lamentations of death, and he was trapped in the middle of the flames, watching the fire of the Eight Desolations, approaching him step by step. But the limbs were bound to the cross, and the demons from purgatory escaped from the flames one by one, trying to eat away at their bodies. The master he respected, the distressed Qixia was also being engulfed by the flames.

Jiang Ming had no choice but to watch as what he cared about turned into ashes.

"Ahh A roar of rage echoed in the sky. The drought watched the young man in his hand suddenly go berserk and hesitated for a moment.

When the illusion collapsed suddenly, Jiang Mingyi, who escaped from it, broke free from the drought and jumped up from the side. Covering his neck, he coughed a few times.

At this time, Jiang Ming felt that the burning sensation in his body just now had all faded, and was replaced by a steady stream of energy. He looked at the refreshing and joyful power that wandered in his meridians, and only then did he realize that he had broken through! ”

At that time, after Jiang Ming was burned in a fire, his soul power broke through from the advanced level of divine consciousness to the primary-level of vanity. I think that if I didn't have a drought and cast a charm illusion on myself, maybe I wouldn't have the ability to break through so quickly. It can be regarded as a blessing in disguise, and Jiang Ming can't wait to tame this unruly force.

The drought also felt the sudden strengthening of the soul power of the young man in front of him, as well as the continuous healing of the enchantment loopholes of the Ten Mile Ming Spring. She knew that if she continued to fight with the boy here, she would inevitably steal chickens and rice, so she had to choose to withdraw from here first.

"You're lucky, it's a long time coming, hum!" The dartle sneered, and then quickly turned into a wisp of green smoke and diluted in the thick fog, leaving the Xuantian Pool. Jiang Ming did not catch up, but watched the stars move and the sun and moon shift. There is also the spiritual power that senses the constant movement of the underground, and it seems that the Xuan Netherbeast will go berserk en masse.

The Shadow Beast is a social animal that likes to hunt birds and animals that roam alone. Therefore, if the disciples participating in the competition have shallow qualifications, they happen to encounter the Xuanying Beast dispatched by the group. Although he won't die, his spiritual power will inevitably be damaged, so he has to go and see it.

"Burning Flames?" Jiang Ming looked at the raging fire burning on the side of the dew pool, soaring into the sky, and the yellowish soul power surrounded the firelight. This is one of the beginner exercises of the disciples of the Star Moon Palace, the Burning Sky Fire uses the power of the soul as a guide, it can be transformed into sixteen forms, and when used at night, with the essence of the moonlight swaying, it can greatly enhance the power of the soul.

He ascended to heaven and looked at the disciples of the Star Moon Palace who were dealing with the three Xuan Netherworld Beasts by the dew pool, one of them was Jiang Liu, and the other was the senior disciple of the Star Moon Palace. The two cooperate tacitly, and the exercises they have learned are easy, so it seems that there is no need to worry too much.

Suddenly, the bell that tied Ming around his waist rang. This bell was given to him by his mother on his birthday last year. He and Qixia have one by themselves, and if anyone has an accident, the bell will ring constantly. Therefore, now that the bell is vibrating violently, Jiang Ming is worried about whether something happened to Qixia.

So he took the flute as an order to summon a hundred beasts. The flute sounded, but the birds and beasts in the forest all came out to worship. This is recorded in the ancient books of Qionghua, an ancient method of taming animals.

Legend has it that in the six years of chaos, there was a Shennong clan who lived in the mountains for a long time, and tasted all kinds of herbs just to relieve the suffering of the world. However, there are often fierce beasts in the mountains and jungles, feeding on people. One day, a wild beast was covered in bruises, and Shennong saved him with the herbs he had picked. Later, the beast used its own cry to summon all the creatures in the jungle to protect the Shennong clan.

Later, Shennong simulated the sound of a flute. In the long passage of time, the authenticity of this story has been lost. But there is no doubt that this flute sound is matched with the inner door exercise of Qionghua - a hundred birds and a phoenix. But it can summon countless birds and beasts.

"Go find Qixia, the girl with the bell!" Jiang Ming said as he rang the bell around his waist again. The leading lynx raised its head to the sky and let out a long scream, and the beasts dispersed, looking for Bai Qixia.

Jiang Ming still felt a little worried. I had to ride a white-winged crested ibis around to find Qixia's figure. In Jiang Ming's memory, Qixia has always been a little girl who doesn't grow up, and she is carefree in front of all the brothers and sisters every day. Occasionally, when I listened to the lectures of the elders of the four palaces, I either played with the white hair of the elders or drew the portraits of the masters on paper.

The little girl has always been not afraid of the sky, the earth is not afraid of the appearance, when she was twelve or thirteen years old, sometimes she would go to the ghost road to catch one or two lonely ghosts and come back to play. The only time I saw her cry was because of the death of a turtledove that had been raised for thirteen years.

The sound of the bell stopped abruptly, and Ming's hanging heart suddenly sank. It seems that the little girl should be fine. Jiang Ming looked at the bell on his waist, hooked the corners of his mouth shallowly, and then looked at the moonlit and starry sky in the Xuantian Pool space, he only hoped that it would be safe until noon tomorrow.

He sat on the pine branch on the edge of the cliff and looked at the disciples of the various palaces who ran out in order to hunt the Xuanying Beast. The various exercises glow in a colorful light in the depths of the jungle. It is like celebrating the festival with thousands of lights at night, with light and dark, outlining the most beautiful story on Tongyao Mountain.

There was a pale green glimmer somewhere, it was Bai Qixia's healing technique, the Holy Light of Mercy, a unique light.

The night of Xuantian Pond is clear and transparent, and the distant Buzhou Mountain is full of stars. A murderous aura roared by, lifting the purple curtain on the main hall. The Nine Heavens Xuannu was dressed in a long dress of water blue color, leaning on the soft collapse made of smoke. Lazily looking at the scriptures in his hand.

She hadn't been bothered by the temple for almost a thousand years.

The thin lips of the Nine Heavens Xuannu opened slightly, and a pair of Danfeng eyes slowly opened. The slender jade fingers slowly slid over the cream-like skin, called the maid beside him, and straightened up.

"Today, how can the soldier master have Yaxing come to my Buzhou Temple, isn't it to see this Manzhu Sawa all over the mountains?"

After Chiyou stepped into the temple, he immediately sat on the throne in the center of the temple without squinting. Because he once had a festival with Emperor Yan and Huang, and the Nine Heavens Xuannu was Emperor Yan's mother. So later, even if the Nine Heavens Xuannu also became the supreme god of ancient times, the soldier master Chiyou still rarely interacted with her.

What's more, the Nine Heavens Xuannu has never liked the red tape of the divine realm, so she has simply lived in Buzhou Mountain for more than a thousand years. For more than 1,000 years, she has carefully dotted every inch of the barren land in Buzhou Mountain.

"I came today to ask Jiutian Niangniang if she knows the whereabouts of my son."

"More than a thousand years ago, Yin Lingzi brought a sick child to me." In a trance, the memories spread out little by little in front of the Nine Heavens Xuannu. That day, Yin Lingzi knelt outside the Buzhou Temple for three days and three nights, sincerely touching the ancient civilization of Buzhou Mountain, and also touching himself. When looking at the flowers quietly blooming all over the mountain, she finally decided to help Chiyou once.

"So, is he still alive?" It's been a thousand years, and how much worry is stirring in my heart. Although he is cold by nature, at the tip of his heart, the child who has been born for a few days is tearing at his thoughts all the time.

The Nine Heavens Xuannu shook her head slightly, "I used the secret method to help him reshape his soul, and Yin Lingzi took him away from Buzhou Mountain." ”

The hope that had just been ignited fell into the boundless abyss again in an instant. Bitterness spread in his heart. But Chi You still thanked the Nine Heavens Xuannu for rescuing her twice. "Thou shalt be pleased. These six boxes of treasures will be left to express gratitude. After saying that, Chi You's black red gold wings rose from his back, and he left the Buzhou Temple with a roar. The winds that rolled up made it rain.