The formation belongs to Qiu Yun's shortcomings, and the stars are deep and obscure, which contains the mystery of space teleportation, Qiu Yun took this as a breakthrough point, and studied it in turn, and the result was not small.

The Great Wilderness Sutra and the Forbidden Demon Secret Classic, Qiu Yun has no time to take a closer look at it for the time being, and is ready to put it aside for the time being, and will talk about it when he is free.

He began to cultivate the 'Xuanbing Chasing Nine Yangs', and used a 'hundred years of time, holding the 'Moonlight Stone' in his hand, stealing the time of the years, and in just one hour, he cultivated this supreme scripture to the realm of Xiaocheng.

After refining the Xuanbing Chasing Nine Yangs, Qiu Yun began to study the artifact Nine Yang Ring, which has a special prohibition on it, and the person who must refine the Xuanbing Chasing Nine Yang can only urge this artifact.

Therefore, in the hands of other monks, this Nine Yang Ring is tantamount to scrap iron and cannot play a role.

In addition, Xuan Bing's pursuit of Jiuyang is particularly difficult to practice, and Qiu Yun is equivalent to cultivating for a hundred years before he reaches the realm of Xiaocheng, which is far lower than his expectations.

The reason for this is that Xuanbing's pursuit of Jiuyang contains two meanings, the first is to use the power of Xuanbing to suppress the power of Jiuyang to the strength of Yang.

To do this, naturally, it is very difficult.

The second is to use the power of Xuan Ice to transform into the power of the Nine Yang of the Most Yang and the Strong, which is even more difficult.

Therefore, for many years, many people have tried to cultivate the 'Xuanbing Chasing Nine Yangs, but none of them have achieved it.

This supreme scripture has extremely harsh cultivation conditions, and it is also waste paper for ordinary monks, but for Qiu Yun and Hua Yinyue, it is a treasure.

Qiu Yun borrowed the power of time, stole time, and successfully refined.

Hua Yinyue, with her terrifying physique, with an unimaginable speed, with the help of the 'Longxi Spiritual Essence, swept Xuan Bing into the cultivation of Jiuyang, and it only took three hours.

When night came, Zhuang Sheng and Zhou Yu came to Sunset City.

This is a large city with a population of more than 2 million, and it is the royal capital of the Luoxi Dynasty, and the most prosperous place in the Luoxi Kingdom in the past.

On the tower of the castle stood a boy with a slender box in his hand, as if he was waiting for someone.

Zhuang Sheng and Zhou Yu observed for a while, and felt that the boy should be waiting for Qiu Yun, so they opened the stone jade coffin.

Qiu Yun appeared, and Hua Yinyue continued to cultivate.

Coming to the city tower, Qiu Yun looked at the boy: "Are you waiting for me?"

"Are you Qiu Yun?"

"Yes, I am."

"Then I'm waiting for you."

The boy responds freely and without fear.

Qiu Yun looked at the box in his hand and asked, "What's inside?"

"A gift from someone in the imperial capital of the capital."

Qiu Yun smiled, opened the box and saw that it was a picture scroll.

He opened it and saw that it was himself.

At first, the painting is a bit rough, with a seven-point contour of the face, but details such as clothing, hairstyle, and beard are blurred.

The painting skills are not good, they belong to the kind that can be seen, but when Qiu Yun takes a closer look for the second time, the painting itself becomes delicate, real, and lifelike.

It's a very eerie feeling.

When he looked at the painting seriously for the third time, he had a little more charm and vitality on the painting, fresh and handsome, which made him like it more and more, and he couldn't help but keep looking at it.

Closing the scroll, Qiu Yun took a light breath, put the scroll back in the box, and said to the boy, "You can go back to your life."

….

The boy bowed, jumped down from the city tower with the box in his hand, and quickly disappeared into the crowd.

Zhuang Sheng and Zhou Yu were confused: "What's the matter, the picture scroll ......?"

Qiu Yun stood on the city tower, looking at the bright lights and the bustling streets full of people, his face was very gloomy: "Twice to give books, once to give gifts, in the end, I still did not escape the other party's fourth calculation."

Zhou Yu changed color: "Is there a problem with the picture scroll? I'm going to chase it back."

Qiu Yun stopped him, shook his head, and said, "It's useless. It was me, and when I first saw it, I was already in the middle of it. Then I watched it a second time, a third time. Every time I look at it, my face, charm, and temperament become more realistic

。 It was the other party who ingested my soul into the painting, and if you look through this painting in the future, you can find me."

"That should have ruined the painting."

Zhou Yu wanted to chase it, but Qiu Yun didn't allow it: "It's useless to destroy it, the person who painted is clever, and when I look at the painting, I recorded my temperament and charm, but it is better to give it to him openly." As far as I can guess, the person who painted the painting is not the same person as the person who gave the gift before, but it is somewhat related. Keep that picture, and I'll be able to find him out in the future."

Although he fell for someone else's calculation, Qiu Yun was very calm, and after analyzing it, he put aside the displeasure in his heart.

Now that he has offended the four major forces plus the junior master, it doesn't matter if he adds a few more enemies.

Besides, the gifts given by those people before were not a loss to him.

The city of sunset is the royal capital, prosperous and charming.

Qiu Yun took Zhuang Sheng and Zhou Yu into the city to hang out and bought a lot of good-looking, fun and delicious things.

There are many monks in the city, and there are also some secular sects.

When Qiu Yun was looking at the flowers, the 'Wind Story' in his left ear heard some news, and the 'Soul Sigh' in his right ear heard whispers.

The city is very large, and in a secluded alley in the east of the city, there are some monks here every night to sell and exchange supplies.

Qiu Yun came here with Zhuang Erren, and looked at the dense crowd of people on the street, many of whom were building foundations and living in the Dan period, and the items sold and traded were mainly pills, exercises, magic weapons, and magic weapons.

Qiu Yun looked around, the light and shadow imaging of his left eye, instantly saw through and understood the essence of these goods, most of them were fakes, only a few were of inferior quality, slightly contaminated with aura.

"We can't look at these things anymore."

Zhou Yu glanced around with ink-dyed silver pupils, lacking interest.

Johnson didn't see anything good to mention.

Qiu Yun just wandered around, walking along the street.

As he walked under a dead tree, the sigh of the soul in his right ear was suddenly heard.

Turning his head to observe, Qiu Yun found that under this dead tree, there was a well, which had long since dried up and was full of garbage.

There was a voice in the well, Zhuang Sheng and Zhou Yu couldn't hear it, but Qiu Yun heard it clearly.

"The sunset, the moon sets, and the meteors fall at night are all mortal. Dharma immortals, different Dharma fate, the years are misleading and the immortals are gone......

The voice is erratic and slightly old, but it can arouse the sigh of the soul in the right ear, which indicates that this is a remnant soul.

Qiu Yun walked to the dry well, looked down, and on his forehead, the wheel of time, a trace of outline appeared, like a vertical eye, and saw that under the mountain of garbage and debris, there was a piece of blood-stained broken jade, and there was a weak soul light in it.

Qiu Yun grabbed it in the air with his right hand, and the broken jade broke through the layers of debris and flew to his hand.

The broken jade is translucent and infected with a drop of blood.

The soul light hid in the blood power, felt the power of Qiu Yun, and let out a surprise shout: "Someone has found me, great, great, how many years......

Zhuang Erren looked at the broken jade in Qiu Yun's hand with a surprised expression: "Is there a situation?"

Like cultivating immortals, it starts with the continuation of broken limbs

Dreams are traceless