Consciousness returns to reality, and the picture just now is deeply rooted in Li Changqing's memory.

The Arctic sky, the god of war is proud of the sky, the world is soaring, and the realm of immortal martial arts, all of which have disappeared, just like a dream.

Li Changqing looked at the tombstone of the Arctic God of War Aotian, he didn't expect that this God of War turned out to be a soaring man in the world, in the most difficult moment in the world, he insisted on coming back, even if he was suppressed by the Heavenly Dao, even if everyone persuaded him, even if it was dangerous.

He insisted on coming back.

The final result also ended tragically, and he died in the world.

Li Changqing admired it a little, put the scattered cherry blossoms in front of the tomb of this Arctic Heavenly War God, and said: "Senior, now that the world is slowly getting better, the Protoss has retreated, the aura has begun to recover, a prosperous era of cultivation has begun, and all walks of life have been born, you can rest in peace." ”

Li Changqing put the flower down.

When he raised his head and looked at the tombstone, he was surprised to find that the sharp and warlike words on the tombstone were slowly fading.

Under Li Changqing's gaze, the sharp edge in the words on the tombstone transformed into a milky white fruit, suspended in front of Li Changqing.

Li Changqing was pleasantly surprised: "This is ...... Immortal Fruit! ”

Before entering the Xuan Realm, he heard from the Fanbang monk that there were immortal Dao fruits in this Xuan Realm.

The Immortal Dao Fruit condenses the perception of the immortal's life, even after the immortal dies, it will not dissipate immediately, it will remain for a long time before it slowly diffuses between heaven and earth.

But the monk of Fanbang didn't say it, or he didn't know, the immortal fruit was not so easy to obtain.

If anyone can easily obtain the Dao Fruit of an Immortal, then wouldn't an Immortal practice for a lifetime in vain?

After the death of an immortal, if you want to get his Dao fruit, you must have the approval of this immortal.

Li Changqing looked at the suspended milky white immortal fruit and said in surprise: "I just got the approval of the predecessor of the Arctic God of War, Aotian?" ”

He didn't say anything just now, did he?

just told the current situation of the world to the Aotian seniors.

Then Aotian's predecessors recognized him and gave him the Immortal Dao Fruit directly.

Aotian seniors care too much about the world.

Li Changqing only thought of this one possibility.

Stretched out his hand to take the fairy fruit, the milky white fruit was illusory, and after being touched by Li Changqing's palm, it turned into a stream of energy and flowed into Li Changqing's body.

Without waiting for Li Changqing to comprehend, the World Seed that had not moved in the sea of knowledge was like a child who had been hungry for a long time at this moment, seeing delicious food, and taking the Immortal Dao Fruit to absorb it in one go.

Gobble up.

It looked ugly, but Li Changqing didn't blame it at all, but looked at it in surprise.

Because after the World Seed ate the Immortal Fruit, the flower actually bore fruit.

It was a joy to see.

In the past few years, Li Changqing has watered all the avenues he has comprehended to the World Seed, but the World Seed has not moved at all.

It started with a flower, and then didn't let a fart go.

Li Changqing was still thinking before, how many Daos do you have to comprehend to hatch this world seed?

I didn't expect that now a fairy fruit would make the seeds of the world blossom and bear fruit.

How does this not make him happy?

"But that's right, the Immortal Dao Fruit is the essence of the immortal's lifetime comprehension, and it must be more than the Dao I comprehend, and after the World Seed is absorbed, it is reasonable that it can bear fruit." Li Changqing muttered.

Although it made sense, he was just happy.

Li Changqing looked at himself in the sea, the delicate flowers on the seed of the world, and there was a fruit hanging under the flowers.

Not yet ripe, bluishing, not fully ripe.

Li Changqing muttered, "It seems that one Immortal Fruit is not enough, and another one is needed." ”

He raised his eyes to look at the immortal mausoleum, there were many tombstones here, but if he wanted to get the recognition of the immortals, Li Changqing had no bottom in his heart.

Not every immortal is the same as the predecessor of the Arctic God of War, Aotian, who cares about the world, and after listening to Li Changqing's account of the current world, he gave Li Changqing the immortal fruit.

"But it's okay, there's a lot of time, I'll take my time." Li Changqing is not in a hurry, anyway, now this immortal mausoleum is only known to him, and no one else knows, so what is he in a hurry.

Thinking like this, Li Changqing extinguished the idea of continuing to comprehend the world in those monuments.

I can't eat hot tofu in a hurry.

Today's harvest is huge, and he needs to go back and settle down.

In this way, Li Changqing left the immortal mausoleum and returned to the underground passage.

The bodies of the Fanbang monks were still there, and Li Changqing threw these corpses into the immortal mausoleum.

In addition, he also carefully searched the body of Monk Dalai, and really searched for records about the immortal mausoleum and the immortal fruit.

A Codex.

A codex of a Tantric Buddhist predecessor.

Li Changqing opened it cursoryly, this codex was written eight hundred years ago, after the end of the Great War of the Protoss invasion, this tantric monk saw someone burying the corpse of an immortal in the depths of the imperial capital.

He couldn't find the way himself, so he could only write it down and let future generations find it.

Eight hundred years later, according to the codex, the Dalai Lama really found it.

It's just a pity that the mantis catching cicadas and yellow finches were behind, and Li Changqing picked up a big bargain.

Put away the codex, throw the body of the Dalai Lama monk into the immortal mausoleum, and then dig a pit and bury these people together, fulfilling their brotherhood.

Then, Li Changqing returned to his house.

He first washed up, washed the soil and blood on his body, then lit incense, lay down on the rocking chair, emptied the chaotic thoughts that disturbed his mind, calmed down, and began to count today's harvest.

He was given a small world.

He comprehended the [Ten Strikes of Heaven Splitting].

He got the Immortal Fruit.

He watched the world in the stele of the Arctic god of war.

The harvest is full.

Li Changqing was very satisfied.

This harvest can be described as an unexpected joy.

If he hadn't had the whim to look for the Xuanjie passage again, he wouldn't have known that a group of tantric monks were looking for the immortal tomb.

"Let's continue practicing, there is still a long way to go for this night." Li Changqing corrected his mentality, no matter how many adventures he had, he still had to be strong.

He began to practice the [Ten Strikes of Heaven Splitting].

He incorporated the [Ten Strikes of Heaven Splitting] into the [Law of the Templar].

Practicing like this, Li Changqing found that the speed was several times that of normal days.

He was pleasantly surprised.

After a night without words, Li Changqing was slowly improving himself, until dawn, and he had been practicing.

The energy, qi and blood, and the power of the primordial spirit in his body have all been improved to a certain extent.

Early the next morning, Li Changqing woke up, washed briefly, left the courtyard, and went to Hanlin Courtyard.

Now he is used to the days of fishing in the Hanlin Academy.

When he came to the Hanlin Academy, he took a minute to deal with his own work, and Li Changqing continued his practice last night.

In the evening, Li Changqing left the Hanlin Courtyard and returned to his courtyard to practice the [Protoss Body Forging Technique].

In the second half of the night, Li Changqing entered the depths of the earth, passed the boundary point, and entered the immortal mausoleum.

The time of the day was just right for him.