Qingxi's brows were deep, his face was gloomy, and his body was cold, he didn't expect that Lian Wuxin would encounter such suffering, and the source of all this turned out to be Tiandaolu.

Sensing the cold air around Qingxi, Lian Wuxin pulled his lips and smiled lightly, and the warmth in his heart flowed, in this world, only Qingxi would be sad for her.

She stretched out her hand to touch Qingxi's shoulder, looked up at Qingxi, who was already taller than her, and said with a smile: "The master is very good now, fate will treat me well after all, I didn't die, and I have you." ”

The chill around Qingxi's body dissipated, he reached out to cover her hand, and said in a deep voice, "Master, one day, we will return to the Heavenly Realm. ”

"Of course, of course I have to go back, no one can live happily ever after hurting me." A heavy cruelty flashed on her yin and yang face.

At Lian Wuxin's request, Qingxi sealed the eight veins of the sea of qi for her, blocking the path of the vitality in her body that was devoured by the power of yin and yang.

As mentioned in the Heavenly Dao Record, after blocking the path of Yin and Yang to devour the Yuan Qi, all the Yuan Qi she had cultivated was incorporated into the Qi Sea, and no trace was missed.

Feeling that the sea of qi was becoming more and more full, and that feeling of powerlessness was gone, she was extremely happy, and she was even more excited than when she had cultivated to the Great Breakthrough in the Immortal Realm before.

Her body is like a long-dry field, the first rain and dew, and the empty internal organs are desperately absorbing this fountain of power.

For her, cultivation is more proficient than eating and sleeping, and coupled with the subtlety of the Heavenly Dao Record, the benefits of cultivating for one day are equal to the benefits that others gain from cultivating for several months.

In the past few days, the trees and flowers in the valley have been tossed and turned into shape, and every time Lian Wuxin breaks through the first order, he has to enter the forest and wreak havoc to calm the wild and churning vitality in his body.

However, in the rest of the month, she cultivated from the body of waste materials to the peak of the fourth order, and this crazy speed of advancement, if it was known to outsiders, would definitely be able to set off turbulent waves in the rivers and lakes.

As long as she broke through to the fifth-order realm, she would be able to possess the power to control the power of yin and yang.

She needs an opportunity, she needs to fight with people to activate the extreme power in her body, so that she can break through and enter the fifth-order realm in one fell swoop.

Although Qingxi volunteered many times, she resolutely refused, in the face of Qingxi, how could she not use all her strength, in the face of Qingxi's face, how could she do it?

Qingxi can't be ruthless to her, what's the point of such a battle?

What she needs is a battle of life and death, a real battle of life and death, a war of life and death that leaves no room for death, only in this way can she break through in one fell swoop.

Qingxi meditated in the cave, she hid in the forest alone, she couldn't find anyone, and it was good to find a fierce beast to practice.

Since her cultivation was successful, her spiritual sense had become more and more acute, and despite the distance, she still sensed the fluctuations of her vitality, and there were several different strengths of vitality fluctuating abnormally in the air, and she knew that someone was fighting.

Perhaps, this is her chance.

Without much hesitation, she took out her gauze hat and put it on, and her slender body flew up and swept towards the battlefield.

It was the beginning of winter, and the golden fallen leaves spread all over the valley, approaching the battlefield, and the criss-crossing vitality rolled up and flew all over the sky, each fallen leaf was a sharp blade, but before piercing the enemy's chest, it turned into powder and disappeared without a trace.

Three black-clad and masked men, holding long swords in their hands, besieged a white-shirted boy.

The young man's black hair was coiled high, and between the black hair, a jasper hairpin was unusually conspicuous. The complexion of the young man became more and more white.