The blessing of the gods is the most magical existence in the Cangyun Continent.

The eight attribute elements, each corresponding to an elemental god, are collectively called gods.

The gods are the embodiment of the elements, and it is said that they only appear when they encounter the purest Xuan Qi, the purest soul.

Once they appear, it means a blessing to the warrior.

In the life of a warrior, there are two opportunities to obtain the blessings of the gods, once when you become a warrior, and once when you step into the martial saint.

However, in the past thousand years in the Cangyun Continent, there have been very few people who have been able to obtain the blessings of the gods.

It has become a legend.

Luo Qingyin didn't expect that he would have the opportunity to see it, even if it was one.

It's just that she can't tell whether the little person in front of her is the god of gold or the god of wind.

In the beautiful music, the villain flew in front of Luo Qingyin, approached Luo Qingyin's forehead, and gently dropped a kiss.

The snow ginseng doll babbled and stretched out her chubby hand to grab the little man.

When his hand was about to touch the little man's feather robe, the little man disappeared with Xianle and Xiaguang.

The snow ginseng doll puffed out her face and stared at the place where the little man disappeared, turned her head and got into the bamboo tube to drink.

Luo Qingyin only felt that her whole body had become extremely light and comfortable, and her mood was excited, and a feeling of enjoyment appeared on her face.

After coming to the Cangyun Continent for so long, the feeling of becoming stronger has finally returned!

After cultivating to the third order of martial arts in one breath, Luo Qingyin slowed down and looked inwardly into the dantian.

The Xuanqi True Yuan condensed in the dantian showed four colors: blue, green, red, and white, revolving around the Three Saints and Three Demon Dings, blooming with a terrifying light.

Suddenly, the speed of the Three Saints and Three Demon Tripods rotated a little faster, and suddenly a suction force was born, absorbing the Xuanqi True Yuan into it!

Luo Qingyin was taken aback.

It won't affect her cultivation, right?

In a panic, the Xuanqi True Yuan that had been absorbed into it was released again, and it was originally in the shape of a lump, but after it was released, it turned into a delicate circle, exuding a crystal light.

No, white even a little more.

After a careful induction, the nephrite beads formed by her cultivation of nephrite skills were magically combined with the white Xuanqi True Yuan of the wind attribute.

Moreover, the Xuan Qi True Yuan that came out of the Three Saints and Three Demon Tripods became even more refined!

Luo Qingyin finally put his mind at ease.

"So, let's try it."

Carefully running the morning glow mantian recipe into the meridians of his right hand, mobilizing the Xuan Qi True Yuan in his body, surging towards his right hand, spraying out from the palm of his hand, and slamming into the stone wall of the cave two meters away.

Rumble!

The colored light lit up, and the cave shook, and a hole the size of a basin popped out of the wall.

Strength has really grown by leaps and bounds.

Martial arts are really an amazing existence.

"Hmm...... Try your left hand. ”

Rumble!

"Try your feet."

Rumble!

"Where do you try next?" Luo Qingyin knew that the Xuanqi True Yuan was not enough for the whole body to use, so he didn't gather his whole body, looking at the half-human-high hole that burst out of the stone wall, his heart moved, and the Xuanqi True Yuan merged into his left eye.

As soon as there was a flower in front of her, she subconsciously closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, she was stunned.

What a clear world!

Luo Qing's eyes instantly shone with thrilling brilliance.

, the ants hold less than a grain of rice at the mouth of the hole, and the two long tentacles swing gently; The young shoots of the moss on the stone wall have just broken through the ground, and in the white sand at the bottom of the river, there is a thin white shrimp......

Shifting his gaze to the distance, the scenery was equally clear, and everything in the black cave more than ten feet away was incomparably clear.

She could have seen higher and farther than others, but now she has gone to the next level.

Later, she knew how to do it.

Controlling the Xuan Qi to rotate throughout the body, Luo Qingyin played thoroughly to the point of proficiency.

Suddenly, she felt an itch in her arm, as if something was tickling her.

Lowering her head, the snow ginseng doll climbed into her arms at some point, chubby fingers scratching her arms, babbling in her mouth and not knowing what she was talking about.

The snow ginseng doll opened her round eyes, grabbed her arm, pointed to the bamboo tube, and her face was red, and when she opened her mouth, the mellow smell of wine sprayed out along with the ginseng incense.

It's actually a little drunkard.

Luo Qingyin shook his head with a smile and reached out to take the bamboo tube.

In the bamboo tube, there is not a drop of wine left!

Tsk, it turned out to be a big drunkard.

I don't know if Xue Ginseng will react when it encounters wine, Luo Qingyin stretched out his fingertips and pinched his pink and tender little face, "I can only drink so much today, good." ”

The snow ginseng doll understood what she meant, and the bean-sized tears fell down.

"Alright, let's go on an adventure." Luo Qingyin decided to divert his attention, reached out to pick him up, and got into the hole he had punched.

Behind the hole is another cave.

The cave was in an arc, and across the shallow stream, Luo Qingyin walked towards the other corner of the arc, and went to find the ink monkey by the way.

Although that product is unreliable, they have experienced so many hardships and hardships together, and Luo Qingyin has long regarded it as his indispensable companion, so he must find it back.

The other corner of the cave was dark and dark, and there seemed to be no end in sight.

Luo Qingyin lightly raised his vigilance, walked forward slowly, and after passing through a narrow stone crevice, the snow ginseng doll suddenly pulled Luo Qingyin's arm and screamed.

We had reached the end of the cave.

In the bare cave, there is only a slender vine flower.

The thin flower vine has no attachment, but the main trunk is straight, and the thin vine is coiled in the air layer upon layer, and the vine is fresh and white and transparent, revealing a beautiful and noble elegance that ordinary plants do not have.

The tip of the vine blooms a plain white and delicate flower, like a bereaved and independent beauty.

It seemed to be shrouded in a halo of light, out of reach.

I don't know if it's an illusion, Luo Qingyin only feels that the flower makes people feel wonderful.

The snow ginseng doll is called to the vine flower.

Luo Qingyin didn't understand what the snow ginseng doll wanted to express, but she understood that the snow ginseng doll and the vine flower in front of her were both plants, and what the human eye couldn't see, the snow ginseng doll could see.

Before she could react, the snow ginseng doll crawled down her body to the ground, chubby fingers grabbing at the vine flower.

The main trunk of the vine flower twisted strangely, avoiding the small hand of the snow ginseng doll.

Luo Qingyin was dumbfounded.

Could it be that this flower is also conscious?

The snow ginseng doll babbled something in her mouth, reaching out and grabbing it.

The vine flower seemed to be angry, and stretched out a slender and delicate vine to wrap around the snow ginseng doll's hand.

The battle between the vine flower and the snow ginseng doll started in an instant.

Why do plants fight too?

Luo Qing was amazed.

Looking at the two plants in a ball, Luo Qingyin stretched out his slender hand and gently pinched the corners of his forehead, and sighed, it would be good if the ink monkey was there, at least he could tell her what this thing was.

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