This is the third way today.

At this moment, night has fallen, the sky is dark, only the moon is shining brightly, and the stars are dotted.

The sword immortal seemed to be just a random finger, but the sword qi of Haoran was soaring into the sky, and it had reached the clouds.

The masters who had not left Yan County outside saw this sudden change, and looked at each other, not knowing what happened and why, the sword immortal wanted to make this sword.

They didn't even know that the sword light that slashed Ye Yinfeng was just a sword immortal referring to the sword, and they did it easily.

But they soon understood the sword's purpose, for as it broke through the sky, a bright and dazzling crack was cut in the dark night sky.

Ten thousand golden threads, like pulp and water, flowed out extremely quickly along this rift, and in an instant it was in the air!

"This... This is the Emperor Flowing Pulp??" Everyone was shocked when they saw the Emperor Flowing Pulp that turned into pulp droplets in the air and scattered in all directions. Although it has been nearly a thousand years since the last Emperor Flowing Pulp, anyone can see that this Emperor Flowing Pulp was cut out by the one in the valley.

Every time the emperor is a supplement to the demon clan's power. After the demon clan declined, the demons also learned to be smart, and they have always been hidden traces, mixed with people, and secretly engaged in some tricks. Therefore, even if the strength is not as good as before, it is also very annoying.

No one would want to see Emperor Liulu, even if it is an evil way, but after all, it is still a human being, and it is different from a demon.

But ten thousand golden threads, three or four out of ten, followed the sword qi and went straight to Peach Valley.

There are many things that the world can't understand, such as why the cultivation of the six disciples of Peach Valley is so fast, such as the fact that the Absolute Pulse can actually practice.

Another example is Emperor Flowing Pulp, who can actually help others.

Sword slashing emperor slurry, what kind of realm is this?

Originally, I wanted to go back to the gate of Peach Valley to see the lively masters, whose faces were like earth, trembling.

Because the emperor went to Peach Valley.

The demonic aura that had accumulated for thousands of years overflowed, like substance, and spread to all parts of the Seven Realms with the scattered Emperor Flowing Pulp.

A few people remembered ten years ago and today, when the sword fairy came out of the sword, the peach blossoms bloomed all over the mountain.

No one can say exactly what realm it is, at least ten years ago, Mount Meru at the end of the eighth realm Mahayana realm was incomprehensible.

The masters looked at the Emperor Flowing Pulp who was converging towards Peach Valley, glanced at each other, and they all saw a meaning in each other's eyes: "This isn't a peach blossom demon, right?"

In this way, it seems that the sword that slashed the Mirror Hanging Mountain Sect Master Ye Yinfeng has an explanation.

Thinking that what they were anxious to see was a hidden demon, the masters couldn't care about any demeanor anymore, so they hurriedly spread the girl and ran away.

The Sword Immortal didn't pay attention to these insignificant people at all, she was busy using the Emperor Flowing Pulp to dredge the meridians for the Qingshan.

For 10,000 years, the emperor who can replenish his life with magical powers in one bite, how many spirits have the hope of a lifetime, but now he is poured into Zhu Qingshan's body by the sword fairy like he doesn't want money, dredging the veins for him.

Under the watering of the emperor's slurry, Zhu Qingshan's body was faintly plated with a layer of faint golden light, and the veins that had been regarded as unsolvable for thousands of years collapsed, and the meridians were crystal transparent.

The rich demonic aura enveloped the mortal body, and it did not cause any damage, but repaired and improved his root bone physique, making his body closer to the strong and tenacious of the demon clan.

If you don't see it with your own eyes, I'm afraid that no matter how well-informed you are, you won't be able to believe it.

I wish Qingshan one day to cross the mundane nine products, to the first realm, unheard of.

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In the night breeze, Zhu Qingshan's body exuded a faint light. After a while, the emperor slurry floating in the air scattered in all directions, but the dazzling crack in the night sky did not gradually disappear.

When the dark crack reached the end, it looked like something was stuck. The demonic energy that has been suppressed by the powerful seal of the human race for thousands of years is constantly overflowing from this gap.

Although it is not as turbulent as at the beginning, it will not take too long to become a big problem.

All over the world, except for the Sect Master of Jinghang Mountain, who was still on the way home, the rest were thoughtful, looking at Yanbei from afar, and sighed secretly. Emperor Flowing Pulp Moon Blooms, not only that, after many years of demon qi overflowing, under the mutual blessing, there will be a new demon genius rising, and in the next few decades, I am afraid it will be difficult to calm down.

But that's a matter of the future, speaking of which, whether the world is dominated by the Mirror Hanging Mountain, or the emperor of the dynasty comes from behind, or the evil way is raging, and the demons are rampant, these are not things that Zhu Qingshan cares about.

After experiencing the pain of almost cracking the meridians at the beginning, and then to the slightly cool emperor slurry filling body, the injury was gone, although he closed his eyes and looked inward, he didn't know what was going on, and he didn't know that this warm and jade-like slurry was the moonlight that the demon clan now encountered once in a thousand years. I don't know that this pitch-black evil qi that improves physical fitness is caused by a thousand years of demonic energy.

He only knew that finally, Shizun still made a move. Finally, I was able to embark on the path of no return to cultivation and follow the steps of my predecessors. As long as he can walk back, he doesn't care whether his meridians are heavenly or human.

Even if the master had done something to him, Zhu Qingshan didn't intend to think of a reason at all. Because he has gained so much more than he has lost.

"Now that you're fine, I wonder how you feel?"

There was a little curiosity in his voice.

The peach forest has experienced the baptism of moonlight, the demonic transformation is slightly wet, Zhu Qingshan stood up a little dazed, put on his shirt, and looked at his hands with some dismay.

The Nine Grades Realm across the mundane world means the rebirth of the entire body. It's not that there is no such medicine in the Immortal Sect, and the geniuses in the first-class sect who were optimistic about it earlier all took the pill early and went straight to the first realm to start cultivating. Because the mundane nine-rank realm is, in the final analysis, a physical exercise, and it has nothing to do with cultivation.

And if you can enter the three realms, you can be called an immortal.

But this kind of elixir is still incomparable with the emperor flow slurry extracted by supreme means.

Zhu Qingshan has watched the cultivation of the six disciples of Peach Valley since he was a child, and when he felt it a little at this time, he already knew his own situation.

He was instructed by the sword immortal and became a sword fruit first, but he didn't have the comprehension to break through the veins by himself, which should have ended up dying on the spot. Now being helped by the master is the point of the middle and rear of the first realm. In addition, he has become a sword fruit, and entering the second realm is just around the corner.

Although the progress with the six people of Peach Valley is uncertain, if you look at the talents in the world, this can be regarded as a middle-class posture, which is worthy of praise and praise.

Just saying. If you want to ask how you feel, it's that kind of indescribable feeling.

Zhu Qingshan raised his head and looked at Shizun, maybe Shizun asked this question very simply, just asking him if he was happy if he was happy if he got what he wanted now.

But Zhu Qingshan thought about too many things for a while. Looking at the six people who have improved by leaps and bounds over the years, no one will believe him if he has an extraordinary mood and no jealousy or unwillingness.

But to say that he was scheming and wanted to exchange for today's opportunity, it can't be said. Because if he hadn't trusted his master, he would have asked the day he saw what was recorded in the ancient books.

Zhu Qingshan wanted to find the right words to describe his feelings, but he couldn't think of how to describe them. This extreme joy is accompanied by a slight emptiness and a sense of overwhelm.

He looked at the two people in front of him a little crampedly, and stopped talking.

After a long time, he finally spoke.

"Very.. Bother. ”