"Sister, sister!" A crisp voice sounded in the mountains behind Qingcheng.

Xiaoqing, dressed in green clothes, walked through the green trees, completely covering herself.

"Sister, sister, I'm Xiaoqing, where are you!" Xiaoqing's voice was full of grievances.

If you can't find Bai Suzhen, you will definitely not have the slightest hope of becoming an immortal on your own.

The Bodhisattva said that his only hope for becoming an immortal is in Bai Suzhen, and the Bodhisattva will never lie to himself.

Such a voice has been calling in the mountains behind Qingcheng for three consecutive days, but for three consecutive days, Bai Suzhen has not had the slightest trace.

"Sister, sister, I'm Xiaoqing, I miss you!" Xiaoqing's frightened voice kept ringing.

In a cave in the distance, Bai Suzhen looked at the green snake not far away, and coldness flashed in her eyes.

She's just not good at calculating others, but she's not stupid.

Originally, when she met Xiaoqing, she didn't feel anything yet.

But with Zhao Wen, he has always had the treasure of merit and the classics of Materia Medica, and his consciousness became clearer and clearer, so he felt that something was wrong.

A little demon who has only been cultivated for a few hundred years, actually makes himself feel cordial after seeing it, and even calls him a sister.

It's like fooling yourself like a fool.

It's just that even if you have understood the reason clearly, now that you see the green snake, you can't be ruthless.

Slowly closing his eyes, the herbal classics above his head emitted a faint yellow light, enveloping Bai Suzhen in it, and one after another demonic qi was constantly refined among the primordial gods.

Only by completely refining the demonic qi can you cross the tribulation and ascend to the immortal realm.

Thinking that he had just survived the catastrophe that day, he was unstable and wanted to go out of the mountain, Bai Suzhen felt a little hatred in her heart.

From calculating herself 1,700 years ago, to calculating until now, this kind of hatred, sooner or later, she will get it back from the magic weapon.

"Master Fahai, the White Snake doesn't want to see me!" On the top of a mountain outside Qingcheng Mountain, Xiaoqing stood behind Fahai with a worried face and whispered.

The mountain behind Qingcheng is not big, and although his cultivation is not high, it is extremely easy for his voice to spread throughout the entire back mountain.

But for three whole days, not only did the white snake not come out, but not even a little demon with cultivation did not touch, it would be strange if someone was not in it.

Even Xiaoqing can be sure that the person who blocks it must be the White Snake.

"Maoshan Technique can actually break my Buddhism secret method, this Xu Xian has such high qualifications, so strong luck!"

The qualifications are good, if there is no one to teach, they will not be able to break their master's calculations.

"If she doesn't come out, you will turn into a white snake and wander around the mountains, you must let the mountain people near Qingcheng see it!"

Fahai sneered on his face: "Qingcheng is also the authentic Xuanmen, even if he doesn't ask about the world, he will never allow the reputation near his mountain gate to be destroyed, and then he will naturally find out the white snake for us!" ”

Qingcheng is a Shangqing Halal tradition, and he is a disciple of Buddhism, if he makes a big move in the mountains behind Qingcheng, he is deliberately provoking the Qingcheng faction.

But when he arrived, Qingcheng must have known that no one came over for a few days, obviously because he didn't want to offend the master behind him.

Since you don't want to offend, you naturally have to do something for yourself.

In the immortal world, the immortal intent around Zhao Wen's body became heavier and heavier, and one after another immortal qi appeared in the primordial spirit, and the soul had become like a substance in the infiltration of immortal qi.

Even if he dies immediately, Zhao Wen is absolutely confident that he will be able to keep his memory in reincarnation and regain his current strength in a short period of time.

Of course, the most important thing for him was never the cultivation on his body, but the stone gate in his mind.

As long as Shimen is here, there will always be a chance to come again, which is incomparable to any cultivator.

"Bell!" A distant bell rang in Zhao Wen's ears.

Zhao Wen, who was originally immersed in cultivation, got up in an instant, and the Tiangang Great Array flew into his waist, stepped out, and had already come to the vicinity of the Immortal Palace.

The door of the immortal palace like a black hole opened, exactly the same as when he first came.

But on that day, the middle-aged Taoist priest took himself outside this immortal palace and sent him away, this annual gathering of disciples of the Maoshan Immortal Realm was Zhao Wen's first opportunity to enter a real immortal weapon.

Suppressing the tension that arose inexplicably in his heart, he glanced up at the immortal palace, no matter how powerful this immortal weapon was, in Zhao Wen's heart, it was far from being comparable to his own stone gate.

Moreover, he now has an immortal magic sword in his hand, and in the future, there will be countless immortal weapons collected from various worlds into the Great Qin world.

Thinking of this, a confident smile suddenly appeared on his face, and he strode into the palace gate.

With one step out, the space in front of him changed, and when he appeared, he was already on the top of a mountain.

The white clouds below the top of the mountain are ethereal, making the whole mountain top even more dusty.

More than a dozen Taoist priests sat all over the top of the mountain, looking at Zhao Wen with a smile on their faces.

There was a look of admiration on everyone's face.

When he was in the Nether Realm, no one in the Maoshan Sect could see Zhao Wen's strength, but in this Immortal Realm, although he was now at the same life level, there was a huge gap in strength, so that these people could still see Zhao Wen's depth at a glance.

"Good qualifications, the breath of life is only a few decades, and he has cultivated his body to such an extent, if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed that there are such excellent disciples in the world!"

"What's more, this disciple is still from my Maoshan Mountain!"

"Hahaha!" An old man sitting at the top laughed loudly, his voice vibrating through the clouds.

"Disciple, thank you, Patriarch!" Zhao Wen strode forward, and the big gift of three kneels and nine bows went down.

Not only is the position where this old Taoist is sitting at the top, it must be the ancestor of the Maoshan faction, but also because the immortal magic sword in his hand is given by the old man in front of him.

Now that I have met it, it is natural to pay a big salute.

"Hahaha, get up!"

"I established the Maoshan Sect at first just to leave my name in the world, but I didn't expect that there would be such an excellent disciple as you to worship under my Maoshan Sect!"

Lao Dao's eyes were full of sighs, and others might just feel that Zhao Wen's aura was strong, not like an immortal who had just ascended.

Only he can see that the current Zhao Wen has not only become an immortal in the cultivation of the Yuan Shen, but even the physical method that no one in the immortal world has ever cultivated, has also cultivated to the point where he is about to become an immortal.

If it weren't for the lack of suitable exercises, he absolutely believed that the disciple in front of him would definitely be able to improve his physique to an immortal body.

Such an excellent disciple, let alone in Maoshan, even if he brings it to his ancestor, I am afraid that he will be able to get a few words of praise.

"Cultivate well, I'll take you to meet the ancestor in a few days, it's too wasteful for you to stay in Maoshan with such qualifications!"

(End of chapter)