"Zhou Zhe, don't hurry up yet!"

The Holy Source Star, the Holy Spirit City, stood in the center of the Holy Mountain that reached into the sky, in a small courtyard, and this roar sounded at dawn.

A Xuan Shi who had cultivated the Xuan Body, with a roar of hidden anger, almost the entire people in the Holy Spirit City were awakened, and no matter how deep Zhou Zhemeng was, he couldn't sleep anymore.

Getting up before dawn every day to practice is the rule set by the master for him, but Zhou Zhe has been up from the roar of the master at dawn since he was a child.

"The master shouldn't be called Zhou Wenqing, he should be called Zhou Leiting!" Zhou Zhe opened his heavy eyelids, looked at the dusty beams and muttered.

The old dust has been shaken up by the roar of the master, just like the snowy mountain in a dream.

"Why did you have such a strange dream?" Zhou Zhe got up and reminisced about that terrible dream.

He could feel the sharp pain of being corroded by the blue river in his dreams, but it didn't wake him up from the dream, and in the end, even his soul was corroded by more pain.

Qing Ya, Ah Zheng, Meng Yuxuan, who are they? What do Ah Zheng's words mean? And who is the voice that called him?

Zhou Zhe grinned and got up from the creaking wooden bed, his whole body was in great pain, and he didn't know if it was because he was tired from his dream, or because he was corroded by the river in his dream.

casually picked up the gray cloth robe that had not been washed for a month from the side of the bed, smelled the smell of sweat choking his nose, and felt very cordial, Zhou Zhe suddenly sobered up.

This is all the blood and sweat that flows from his daily cultivation! The little girl has to help him wash it with disgust, and let his blood and sweat go down with the river.

Do you want Xiao Xian to beg the old pedant to interpret his dreams for him?

The old scholar has read all the classics of the Spirit Race and the Six Clans, and may be able to calculate the hundreds of millions of years of reincarnation that Ah Zheng said.

He was being carried away by the big river that corroded him, and he was woken up by the master, and Zhou Zhe couldn't help but feel a little annoyed.

Ah Zheng and the voice that called him both mentioned what reincarnation was, and said that he was the Holy Son of reincarnation, and he was about to see how to reincarnate.

Alas, I can't even stop dreaming!

"Zhou Zhe!" was scratching his short hair and thinking wildly, the master roared again, Zhou Zhe hurriedly agreed, wrapped the robe that he had not had time to tie, and ran out.

"Master, it's going to rain a lot!"

As soon as Zhou Zhe ran outside the house, he saw the cloudy sky, and he didn't see the frowning brows of the master standing with his hands in his hands, and he couldn't help shouting excitedly.

"This is the six clans want to attack the Holy Spirit City, where did the rainstorm come from!"

The master scolded angrily, and then took out a jade plaque like a full moon from his arms and handed it to Zhou Zhe, with a red rope tied to it:

"Hang it on your chest, protect it with your life, and leave the Holy Spirit City immediately!"

"Huh?!" Zhou Zhe took a step back in shock, and didn't dare to reach out and take the whitened jade plate:

"Master, this Holy Ancestor Order is more important than your life, even if the disciple risks his life, he can't protect it!"

"Your life is more important than it, but protect it before you die, this is the only sacred thing of our Spirit Race. ”

The master seemed to have aged a lot all of a sudden, and his originally middle-aged and full face was suddenly covered with the ravines of the years.

didn't see the figure move, but he forced the jade plate onto Zhou Zhe's right hand that he was dodging.

"Master, Holy Spirit City has been besieged by the six clans, and the Holy Source Star is full of people from the six clans, where do you let the disciples run?"

Zhou Zhe stretched out his right hand and looked at the hot potato, eager to immediately leave as far as he wanted, the six clans came for it.

"Hmph, you have been following the teacher for fifteen years, your skills have not grown, and no one can compare your ability to escape, you have never been to the entire Holy Source Star!"

The master still looked up at the increasingly violent dark clouds that were tumbling, and although his tone was stern, he could hear the love from the heart.

"Master, is it good for ten years, but five years of nursing can't be counted!" Zhou Zhe felt that his right hand was getting heavier and heavier, and he didn't forget to talk to his master.

"Five years of nursing are not counted?!" The master was finally retracted by Zhou Zhe's anger, and scolded with his eyes narrowed:

"In those five years, the master has been using Xuan Li to help you open up the meridians, otherwise you can cultivate to the peak realm of the third-order spirit master in ten years!"

"The master has not been in the Xuan Realm for the past ten years. Zhou Zhe muttered a quibble, but he didn't dare to look at the master.

"If it weren't for the loss of our Spirit Clan's exercises, why would we be so bullied by the Six Clans!"

The master sighed at the vicissitudes of life, and suddenly looked even more old and weak, and his blazing eyes also dimmed.

"Master, then we will practice the exercises of the six clans!"

Zhou Zhe no longer paid attention to the Holy Ancestor Order on his right hand, and looked at his master eagerly, which was something he had been looking forward to.

"The Spirit Clan is the bloodline descendant of the Holy Ancestor, and we must cultivate the Holy Yuan Technique!"

The master glared at Zhou Zhe sternly again, then looked at the dark clouds that had been suppressed, waved his hand at Zhou Zhe weakly, and his voice became weak:

"Let's go, save your own life, even if the Saint Yuan Jue is broken, you must continue to cultivate. ”

"Master, let's run away together, stay in the green mountains and don't be afraid of no firewood!"

Zhou Zheman was reluctant to persuade that if there was a master, he would have a home, and without a master, he would become an orphan again.

"If the master escapes, the six clans will slaughter the Holy Spirit City, and," the master's originally weak voice suddenly became excited:

"As a teacher, we must not only protect the Holy Spirit City, but also protect the Holy Mountain!"

Holy Spirit City is very large, because of the invasion of the six clans, most of the spirit people on the Holy Source Star have taken refuge in Holy Spirit City.

There is a small lake called Spirit Lake at the foot of the holy mountain, which is where Zhou Zhe often plays, and there is a cave at the bottom of the lake, which leads to the big river outside the Holy Spirit City.

This is a secret that only the master and him know, and of course, Xiao Xian, who is regarded by Zhou Zhe as his own family, also knows.

When Zhou Zhe reluctantly hung the Holy Ancestor Order on his chest, and turned around step by step to come to the small lake, Xiao Xian, who was wearing a green dress, was waiting for him by the lake.

"Xiao Xian, what are you doing here?" Zhou Zhe looked at the small pink package that Xiao Xian was carrying, and couldn't help but be a little suspicious.

"I'm going with you. Xiao Xian was a little twisted, his head was lowered, his two little hands were pulling two extraordinarily neat braided pigtails, and the pink embroidered shoes on his feet were grinding against the grass by the lake.

"How do you get out?" Zhou Zhe glared at Xiao Xian helplessly: "Holy Spirit City has been besieged by the six clans, and can only go out from the bottom of the lake, can you swim out?"

"You can help me!" Xiao Xian was very stubborn, looking up at Zhou Zhe firmly, tears were already pouring out of his big eyes.

"It's not that I haven't tried, I can only help you swim halfway, what about the remaining half?"

Zhou Zhe scratched his short hair and glared at Xiao Xian, he also wanted to take Xiao Xian away, but Xiao Xian was an ordinary person and couldn't survive in the water for a long time.

Besides, even if the six clans break through the Holy Spirit City, they will not make a move against ordinary people, this is the rule set by the Holy Ancestor, and there is no need for Xiao Xian to flee with Zhou Zhe.

"I can hold my breath for a moment now, and I will definitely be able to swim out if you help me!" Xiao Xian proudly raised his immature little face and threw the two pigtails behind his head.

"My spiritual power can only help you swim halfway, and it's useless to hold your breath for a moment!"

Zhou Zhe was a little annoyed, angry that he didn't listen to his master's words and cultivate hard, and he couldn't even help Xiaoxian.

"You can breathe me with your mouth. ”

Xiao Xian's blushing little face lowered his head, and his voice was quieter than the cry of a mosquito.

"What's the way?!" Zhou Zhe didn't hear clearly, thinking that Xiao Xian, the ghost elf, had thought of some good way, so he hurriedly asked eagerly.

"You can breathe me with your mouth!"

Xiao Xian's little face was even more embarrassed, but he raised it high, clenched his two little hands, and almost shouted out this sentence.

"Huh!?"

Zhou Zhe's old face was flushed and his eyes widened and he looked at Xiao Xian, how did a twelve-year-old girl come up with such a solution?

Fifteen-year-old Zhou Zhe already vaguely understands the affairs of men and women, thanks to the wandering around of the Shengyuan Star who has nothing to do, and has seen too many things about men and women.

This can be regarded as a helpless way, Zhou Zhe took a decisive step forward, stretched out his hand to hold Xiao Xian's slender waist, and suddenly jumped into the lake in Xiao Xian's exclamation.

The spiritual master opens up the dantian, and the spiritual power can wrap the body and introduce the qi of heaven and earth instead of breathing.

However, Zhou Zhe only has a third order, even though it is the pinnacle realm, he can only barely protect his body, and his spiritual power is a little stretched with Xiaoxian.

Xiao Xian, like Zhou Zhe, was taken in by Zhou Wenqing in infancy, because of the invasion of the six clans, there are more and more such orphans on the Holy Source Star.

However, Xiao Xian could not cultivate without spiritual roots, and even the meridians of the whole body were occluded, so Zhou Wenqing did not accept him as a disciple, but sent him to a private school to learn piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

Zhou Wenqing is the city lord of the Holy Spirit City, the guardian of the Holy Mountain, and before the invasion of the Six Clans, he was also the Lord of the Holy Source Star.

Xiao Xian was regarded as Zhou Wenqing's daughter by the people of Shengyuan Xing, and her status was much higher than that of Zhou Zhe, a disciple.

But in the world of monks, even martial arts can't be cultivated, and no matter how high the status is, they can't get more respect, and they need to be maintained by Zhou Zhe, a disciple, everywhere.

The two often sneaked into the Linghu Lake to play, Zhou Zhe was familiar with the road, and the spiritual power wrapped the two of them, and they went straight to the cave at the bottom of the lake with Xiaoxian in their arms.

The Spirit Lake is very clear, and the qi of heaven and earth is extremely rich, and it is said that the Holy Ancestor of the Spirit Clan once preached here, gathering the qi of heaven and earth of the entire Holy Source Star.

The entrance of the cave is not wide, and every time Zhou Zhe has to hold a little leisure to enter, it can accommodate two people to play side by side.

After entering the cave, Zhou Zhe immediately quickly ran the Saint Yuan Jue, the spiritual pill in the dantian rotated rapidly, and the spiritual power rushed in the meridians.

All the pores of his body were wide open, absorbing the qi of heaven and earth from the lake water, but he still couldn't replenish the consumption of spiritual power in time.

After taking Xiao Xian for a while, Zhou Zhe had to withdraw his spiritual power, ignoring his shyness, and using his big mouth to send his spiritual power into Xiao Xian's cherry mouth.

Although it was early spring in March, the water of Linghu Lake was not cold, and the contact of his lips made Zhou Zhe even hotter, and the elixir also rotated faster.

The Holy Spirit City can accommodate a population of nearly 10 million, it is the largest city in the Holy Realm, and the Holy Mountain is located in the center of the Holy Spirit City.

This passage is tortuous, although Zhou Zhe's speed is fast, it is because he has to often ventilate Xiaoxian, and his spiritual power consumption is extremely high.

The spirit pill that was originally the size of a fist shrank rapidly, and the spiritual power of the core had also begun to transform into spiritual power, and bursts of great pain rushed from the dantian to the whole body.

Zhou Zhe sensed that there was still at least a third of the distance, and the spirit pill was only the size of a walnut, and almost all of them were spiritual yuan power.

It's impossible to go back, and it's even more impossible to give up Xiaoidle, Zhou Zhe doesn't know if he is soaked in the lake or sweating.

He could only grit his teeth and continue to speed up, his head had begun to dizzy, and the feeling of extreme hunger was like a big hand pulling his dantian up.

The monk's Yuan Power is the power of the Origin, and it cannot be consumed too much.

Traces of blood flowed from the corners of the mouth, spreading in the lake, and blood was oozing from the pores of the body.

"Ahh

Under the gaze of Xiao Xian's stunned big eyes, a large mouthful of lake water poured into Zhou Zhe's gaping mouth.

"Finally someone can enter the Saint Yuan Space, and the Saint Yuan Recipe created by this Saint Ancestor finally has a successor. ”