Qingyan remembered that when he first discovered the forehead wiping of Dunanxing and the scorching sun totem of Chengyang Kingdom, the dean and the old sweeper mentioned that the ancient artifact of the Peak of Imprisonment was mentioned.

The peak of imprisonment is the Xuanqing Shangxian cast with Paleozoic porphyry copper stone, and with rare fairy grass, spar cooking, day and night, I don't know how much time it takes, before it can be completed.

Refining and refining gas, refining gas and transforming gods, refining gods and returning to emptiness, refining void and merging the way.

This is the only way that the vast majority of people, demons, and demons can cultivate to become immortals, and it is also the goal of a cultivator's life.

At this point of cultivation, it is already so difficult for people, and it is even more difficult for demons and demons whose innate conditions are not as good as those of people.

That's why the people of Chengyang Palace, Qikuolou and the Demon Clan will compete to chase after each other.

People in the world say that the Peak of Imprisonment is something that can help a hundred times cultivation, and it is the treasure of the Three Realms that everyone in the world wants to get.

Several elders next to Qingyan had already begun to whisper.

The Peak of Imprisonment had appeared hundreds of years ago, and the older generation of them knew what had happened back then.

It turned out that the dean of the Qin Painting Academy, the Tomb Heaven Bell Debao, and the forces of various factions rushed to the south of Zegenshui after hearing the news, in a vain attempt to seize the treasure.

But why does the tomb clock allow people.

The most powerful cultivator in the world, he was already in the late stage of transforming into a god at that time, who could snatch him.

Later, I heard that the tomb bell broke through the peak through the Imprisoned Ding, and the breakthrough was interrupted for some reason, and then both the person and the Ding disappeared.

The School of Qin and Painting has not been able to find the tomb bell, and the later successor dean named it the Dusk Bell in memory of the immortals.

After the disappearance of the Peak of Confinement, the world is peaceful, but now that the treasure is in the world, I am afraid that there will be another bloody storm.

She listened to the elders of the three academies chattering there, talking about how powerful the Forbidden Ding was, and suddenly caught a glimpse of the people in the audience who were a little strange.

What happened to him?

Is the old problem happening again?

Qingyan was a little worried, and wanted to ask again later, but seeing that he seemed to be particularly uncomfortable, she jumped off the stage and walked over while everyone's attention was on the peak of imprisonment.

"The Peak of Imprisonment is an ancient artifact, the treasure of the Three Realms, which can help cultivate a hundred times, and whoever obtains it will become an immortal!"

Anyone who has a certain amount of cultivation does not know the power of the Peak of Imprisonment.

After Wei Lai finished speaking, the disciples in the audience were all boiling.

"If I get such a treasure, wouldn't it be even more powerful than the dean." I don't know which academy it was a disciple who spoke his mind.

"What's more, after becoming an immortal, even the dean can afford to bow down, hahaha."

Powerful yourself just to be bowed down to?

What a profit!

Li Luohan frowned and looked at those people in Sanliu.

"If I cultivate to become an immortal, I will take my good brother to eat ......"

Li Luohan said as he grabbed a brother's shoulder with one hand, and then realized that something was wrong with the wind.

At this time, Qingyan had already walked over, glanced at Congfeng's face, and immediately reached for his wrist.

The more severe his illness became, the more vigorous and powerful his pulse became.

The thing that controlled his pulse seemed to wish he had died as a host.

Qingyan's brows furrowed.

"What's wrong?"

From the wind, his brows were tightly locked, his cheeks were flushed with an unnatural flush, and his forehead was dripping with sweat in the cold wind.

"It hurts."

A faint murmur seemed to be able to tear a big hole in her heart.

Qingyan was stunned, raised his eyes to look at the person in front of him, and a relieved smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Why bother with yourself?

"Hold on." She handed the person over to Li Luohan and asked Lan Shen for a handful of bucktooth.

Breaking open the wind and teeth, the slender fingertips rub and rub, and the buckwheat teeth that are as hard as stone turn into powder and fly in.

It was too obvious that a red-clothed disciple mixed in with the plain clothes, and the elders quickly noticed the abnormality and walked over.

It could be seen that something was wrong with Congfeng's body, thinking that he was injured, and seeing Qingyan's serious face, no onlookers dared to disturb him.

The powder was so dry that I choked on the wind and coughed up.

Qingyan glanced around, directly snatched the wine bag that Xinghuo hung on his waist, and pulled out the stopper to feed the wine to Congfeng.

"No......" Starfire wanted to stop her.

His wine is not a drink that ordinary people can drink, but a strong wine that helps in cultivation, so he always carries it with him.

Qingyan didn't have time to take care of it, and when she saw him rushing over, she gave Lan Shen a look.

Lan Shen stopped him and took out silver taels from his money bag, "Buy your wine." ”

Human life is at stake, who talks to you about money!

Is that the kind of person he is?

Xinghuo was stunned for a moment, a little annoyed, but he still reminded, "Liaoyuan spirits, you can't drink it!" ”

Qingyan looked up at him, knowing that he meant well.

"Don't worry, it's going to kill him."

Starfire snorted and said no more.

The wind was already a splitting headache and unbearably hot, and drinking the liquor mixed with buckwheat powder was like being roasted on a flame.

Li Luohan stared at the top of Congfeng's head and said worriedly.

"Master, it's smoking."

When everyone heard this, they all looked at Congfeng, and sure enough, they saw steaming water rising above his head.

There was more and more water vapor, and Qingyan was worried that he would become a dry corpse if he lost too much water, so he hurriedly ordered.

"Lan Shen, you go to find water to drink, it's cold, let's help people to the pool to cool down."

The wind was so hot at this time that he fainted and was unconscious.

In the cold winter, the wind roars.

In order not to let the wind fall, Li Luohan didn't want to think about it, so he stepped into the frozen pool water first.

The biting ice water surrounded him in an instant, and he was so cold that he was excited.

"Master, don't come down, I'll just hold on."

Li Luohan leaned against Qingyan's shoulder to prevent her from going into the water.

Qingyan didn't care about this hardship, but there were more important things at this time.

Before the crowd gathered around, she used a talisman array to cover the glimmer from the mouth of the wind heart.

The bowl of water brought by Lan Shen was not useful at all.

In just a moment, Congfeng's lips were already chapped, and his face was blood-red, like a demon.

"Water!" Qingyan saw that Wei Lai was beside him, and turned around to order.

In a hurry, Wei Lai didn't care about her attitude, and asked all the disciples to go to the anti-water tank.

Ten tanks of water were filled, and the ice water in the pool also became hot water, and the flush on the wind and face gradually faded, and the breathing became calmer.

Lan Shen and Li Luohan carried the people back to rest.

The green smoke still stood in place.

The seal from the wind has always been very stable, and even if it was attacked in the past, it was not so serious, could it be because of Old Zucong.

Old Zu Cong is related to the safety of the people of Chengyang Kingdom, and the stakes are very high, Wei Lai and Wei Yin don't want to delay for the sake of being alone.

But the green smoke pestle was in the middle, and they couldn't continue.

"Elder Qingyan, can you please come back to the stage, so that we can continue to have inter-hospital exchanges."

The Qin Painting Academy has always treated each other with courtesy, and Qingyan has also known each other, and has never done anything excessive.

It's just that this kind of thing happened today, and they don't care about it and want to continue?

Qingyan sneered, "Heh, Elder Wei Lai, a disciple of my little Linshan who is a good person, suddenly became like this, shouldn't the Qin Painting Academy give me an explanation first?" ”

Wei Lai didn't think it had anything to do with them.

"I heard that Wu Xian's disciple has been injured, maybe he has an old illness, what does it have to do with my piano painting."

Qingyan didn't speak, and looked at Old Zucong fixedly.

"Do you suspect Old Zucong? No way! Wei Lai said firmly.

Old Zu Cong guards the stability and peace of Chengyang Kingdom, and he is not an evil thing, how can he hurt people.

Everyone saw from the wind, and it was impossible to fake that look.

"Elder Wei Lai, the injury from the wind has long been almost healed, and it was only when you brought out Old Ancestor Cong that it became like this, why does it have nothing to do with you?" Zhongyi suddenly stood up.

"I also feel weird, there was such a big wind and rain, hail, frost and snow during the literary examination, that disciple of Wu Xian was fine, today is really strange." Kong Qun only said that it was strange, and both sides should not be offended.