"It seems that it is necessary to touch the old bottom of the Wu Clan, they can actually collude with the underworld, and I am afraid they are only used by the underworld. ”

Cheng Qian listened to the bloodless words, his face showed thought, thinking like this, but the wine glass in his hand was raised and tasted carefully.

"Cheng Daoyou, since you have also returned, I am afraid that you still don't know the situation of the Xuanqing Sect, they are a little bit worse than the situation of other sects, although the sect has not been kept either, but there is a strong martial cultivator, which is all their hope. ”

"Not only that, it turns out that in the Demon Suppression Pavilion of your Xuanqing Sect, there is also an ancient fierce beast Qi Poor, when hundreds of thousands of troops of the Wu Clan besieged the Xuanqing Sect, they opened the seal of the Demon Suppression Pavilion at the last moment, and a fierce beast that has been sealed for millions of years directly washed a large area of the Wu Clan, so that they did not suffer extremely heavy losses. ”

Cheng Qian's brows furrowed slightly when he heard this, and a different color flashed in his pupils: "Poor?"

"Yes, the Xuanqing Sect is a sect that has been inherited for millions of years, and this strange poor sect was sealed by the battle of immortals and demons back then, with the sealing of the Ziyun Gate, but I didn't expect it to come in handy at this critical moment. Blood Wuxian nodded and told some secrets that Cheng Qian didn't know.

"Qi Qi is an ancient beast, it shouldn't be able to be controlled by the Xuanqing Sect, right?" Although Cheng Qian was shocked, he still asked the doubts in his heart.

"You're right, although Qi Poor is difficult to tame, but it is not difficult for the Terran monks, it is quite intelligent, seeing that the Terran released it, in order to repay the peach, this is the way for Xuanqing Sect to kill a bloody way, so that the incense can be preserved, since this battle, the entire immortal cultivation world has disappeared The news of Qi Poor, and I don't know where it went!"

When Cheng Qian heard this, he thought carefully about the things of the Qi Poor, the things of the demon clan that others might not know. He knew a little bit about it, and he knew that Qi Qi must have gone to the Ziyun Mountain Range to rescue the Yuanji Holy Ancestor, and these were all the news he got from the high-level demon soul search that he caught in the Phantom Heaven, but he didn't say these things, he just opened his mouth to inquire about the situation of the Xuanqing Sect.

After learning that the Xuanqing Sect was still in Yunzhou, and there were still a few Yuan Infant Elders remaining, his heart was relieved.

As time passed, the two had been chatting for a long time unconsciously, and the news they should inquire about was already known. Even if he didn't inquire about the news, he was also personally sued by Blood Wuxi, although he was not a good person, but he was also an immortal cultivator in the Xuandong Continent, and he couldn't help but shake with one hand, and a jade box appeared in a flash of blue light, and said: "Cheng also learned about the situation in Xuandong, I should also do what I have to do, there are a thousand top-grade spirit stones here." I hope that the Blood Dao friends will smile and revive the Blood Demon Palace!"

Blood Wuxian looked at the jade box on the table in surprise, but he didn't reach out for a long time, and said with a trace of helpless gratitude on his face: "This can't be helped." Although Xuemou is not a good person, I have always been respected by others, and I am also a foot away from others, and Cheng Daoyou's heart is understood by Xuemou. Now that the Xuanqing Sect is no better than us, let's keep it for the Xuanqing Sect, the disciples of the Blood Demon Palace have found a medium-grade spiritual vein. It's enough for us to make a comeback, this superb spirit stone old man can't accept it!"

When Cheng Qian heard this, he was a little speechless in his heart, how could these Demon Dao monks actually change their sexuality and become so good, they were most happy to hear it, but they still said with a cold expression: "Could it be that the blood Dao friends don't give it below, it's just a thousand top-grade spirit stones, don't say it again!"

As soon as the words fell, Cheng Qian slammed the jade box in front of Blood Traceless, and glared at the other party coldly.

For Cheng Qian's cold eyes, Blood Without a Trace didn't care, he knew that the other party was well-intentioned, and seeing that it was difficult to show kindness, he couldn't help but sincerely show gratitude: "That blood represents the entire Blood Demon Palace, thank you Cheng Daoyou, with these thousand top-grade spirit stones, I believe that the Blood Demon Palace can have a few more Yuan Infant Elders, if there is a place for the old man in the future, even if Cheng Daoyou comes to my Blood Demon Palace, we will not give up!"

"Since you said so, Cheng really has something to ask your palace!" Cheng Qian stood up and said with a solemn expression.

"Cheng Daoyou, please say, as long as the blood can do it, he will do his best to do it!"

"Well, I hope that within a hundred years, you will gather the remnants of Xuandong's immortal cultivators, don't fight with the Wu Clan, just hide if you can, and after a hundred years, Cheng will come back to you!" Cheng Qian nodded calmly, and a kingly aura diffused from his body, and he said such words.

Blood Without a Trace was slightly stunned after hearing this, and some didn't understand it very well, but after thinking about it carefully, he saw that Cheng Qian's cultivation had reached the peak, and he was also an old monster who had lived for many years, and he figured out the things at once, and his face suddenly became a little surprised: "Could it be Cheng Daoyou, this hundred years is going to impact the Transformation Period?"

"Yes, Cheng plans to use a hundred years to transform into a mortal and become a new god transformation monk in Xuandong, so I hope you will endure it during this time and wait for me to come back!"

Cheng Qian leaned his back on his hands, simply dropped a sentence, and his body shook and turned into a puff of green smoke and disappeared into the cave, leaving a trace of blood in a stupid daze.

After a long time, Blood Without a Trace came back to his senses and muttered to himself: "Xuandong is going to change!

The reason why Cheng Qian didn't hide the matter of transforming into an ordinary person, he just wanted to use the blood without a trace to appease the feelings of the Xuandong immortal cultivators, he knew that as soon as this sentence was said, the blood without a trace would definitely not be able to sit still, and he would contact the major factions to announce the matter of his transformation into an ordinary person.

The purpose of this is also to win people's hearts, there is no one main owner in the Xuandong Continent today, it is like a plate of scattered sand, and the Extreme Snow Immortal Palace on the side of the Illusory Sky is dealing with the demon clan, and there is no leisure to take care of the Xuandong Continent at all.

Now he just needs to turn into a fan, he wants to integrate the scattered sand of the Xuandong Continent, and the transformation can become an indestructible force.

"When I come back, I will see that I reign in the world!"

Cheng Qian quickly flew away in the sky at this moment, with a hint of perseverance in his eyes, representing his determination.

Since he met Luo Tianshang Immortal in Phantom Heaven, all of Cheng Qian's thoughts and cognitions are completely different from ordinary immortal cultivators, since he was born in the human world, then he is a member of the human world, the immortal world should not meddle in the affairs of the human world, since there is no one in the human world who can call the shots, he is the master of the human world, he doesn't like his fate to be controlled by others, he needs to control others.

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Three years later, on a hot summer day, the breeze was blowing, the grass was twisting its waist, and the cool river was shimmering in the scorching sun, a peaceful scene.

On the verdant riverbank, there was a young man dressed in coarse linen clothes, his forehead was covered with beads of sweat, and he wore a hat on his head to protect him from the scorching sun, but he was still dripping with sweat.

Despite the heat, the man sat motionless on a small wooden bench, as if the scorching sun could not move him.

Suddenly, the man's brows frowned slightly, and the fishing rod in his hand trembled, and the man stood up suddenly, pulled the fishing rod in his hand back hard, only to hear the sound of 'poof' splashing water, and a big fish weighing more than ten catties came out of the water, and fell into the bamboo building next to the man accurately along the pull of the fishing line.

"Hehe, there was a big guy dropped, you can have a good meal tonight!" The man looked at the harvested bamboo building, wiped the sweat on his forehead with his sweaty sleeve robe, and said happily.

When the big fish was caught, and the man was about to reel in the rod, a clear shout suddenly came from his ear: "Brother Agan!"

When the man heard this call, he couldn't help frowning, turned his head to look, and saw a woman in a yellow gauze robe, holding a bamboo basket in her hand against the scorching sun, running from side to side.

Although the woman was sweating profusely, she still couldn't hide the pure beauty, she wiped the sweat on her forehead with her jade hand, and hurriedly ran to the man's side, and sat on the small wooden stool without the slightest ladylike ass, panting.

The man looked at the woman and frowned slightly, and seemed to speak with some reproach: "Didn't you say, don't come when I'm fishing, if your father knows, he will definitely scold me to death." ”

When the panting girl heard this, she didn't seem to care at all, and said with a smile on her face: "It's not that I saw the sun so big, I'm afraid that you are hot, so I brought you some plum blossom soup, sue you, this is my mother made it for me with her own hands, and I didn't drink it and sent it directly!"

The girl's smiling appearance, sweating profusely but looking beautiful, judging from her clothes, it is not difficult to see that she is a lady.

"Alas, you child, what do you want me to say about you? If your father knows that he is going to trouble me again, I am just a fisherman, and I will not end well with me!" said the man, who seemed to be helplessly disgusted by the girl's concern, said mercilessly.

The girl's name is Zhuang Mengying, she is a lady in Xiaohe Village, her parents are big silk families in the village, and almost all the people in the village wear clothes made of their family's fabrics.

"Okay, okay, no, my mother loves me very much, as long as Ying'er likes it, she won't say anything, it's just that my father is a little stubborn. The girl didn't seem to care about the man's refusal, so she took out a bowl of chilled plum blossom soup from the bamboo basket and handed it over.

"You see that we are not in the right household, how can we start a family?, and I all regard you as a sister, so don't think about it anymore, you girl!" the man seemed to know how to refuse, and his tone was somewhat direct. (To be continued......)