I don't know what the meaning of the sign that Qing Jin showed, it looks very powerful, it feels like a super supreme member of Feixian Manor, all the way is Lao Xingde personally entertained, I don't dare to slack off, I cautiously asked what the requirements were, Qing Jin didn't ask for anything, only said that he wanted to find a quiet place to rest for a few days.

Lao Xingde didn't say a word, and immediately arranged a separate garden, in order not to disturb Qingjin's rest, he also deliberately withdrew all the maids in the annex, leaving only two maids to stay outside and wait for the dispatch.

The scenery in the annex is beautiful, like a fairyland building, but Bei Changqing is really not in the mood to enjoy the scenery of the annex.

Since falling into the mysterious ancient realm, I haven't slept once, to be exact, I haven't even slept yet, I was chased by the fire unicorn all over the street, and then tossed back and forth with Cang Xuan for many days, I was really tired enough.

Although his physical vitality is infinite and his true yuan is endless, that kind of mental exhaustion and spiritual fatigue no longer torments him all the time.

I was going to take a shower first, but when I returned to the house, I couldn't bear it anymore and fell asleep when I returned to the house and saw the big bed that was as soft as water.

This sleep lasted longer than expected, and I slept for five days and five nights before I opened my eyes.

I still didn't feel enough sleep, and my spirit was still a little trance, so I made up for two days and two nights and a short sleep.

After sleeping for about seven or eight days, I was a little relieved, and when I woke up, I took a shower, changed into new clothes, and finally felt a little full of energy.

Called the maid, asked for a table of mountain delicacies, made a meal, and after eating and drinking, continued to sleep.

Eat and sleep, sleep and eat, like a soulless walking corpse, for days on end.

Albeit...... Such days are a bit wasteful and a little decadent.

But it can't be helped.

Bei Changqing likes to live this kind of decadent life.

He has no great ambitions, nor any ambitions, even if he has a flawless jade appearance that everyone loves, he also has a supreme creation that everyone envies, and he has a great future, even the appearance of an emperor.

In the depths of Bei Changqing's heart, he still only yearns for a quiet life.

Dominating the world?

Winning the Emperor?

Pursuing the path of immortals?

Excuse me.

Bei Changqing really has no interest, he has no way, he was born with no ambitions, and he is more interested in those strange Dao techniques than in the pursuit of ethereal immortal Dao.

I haven't seen Qing Jin come out these days, and Bei Changqing didn't bother, after all, Qing Jin was already weak in the mysterious ancient realm, and he was not lightly injured, and it was estimated that it would take a while to recover.

this night.

After Bei Changqing was full of wine and food, he sat cross-legged in the house, observing his Purple Mansion.

His Purple Mansion is like a starry sky in the dark night, boundless, self-contained, like a small world.

That's true.

The divine sense penetrated into it, as if it had fallen into the vast and endless void, and the various acupuncture points of the Purple Mansion shone like bright stars.

And.

Inside the Purple Mansion, it is full of life, like a world full of life.

In the middle of the Purple Mansion, a baby-like figure sits cross-legged, with his hands folded and his eyes closed, looking peaceful.

It was the Holy Child he conceived.

The holy child is full of colors, and the sacred rhyme of the whole body flows, like a god, a saint and a Buddha, as if breathing and breathing, absorbing the vast breath of life.

In addition to the Holy Child, there is also a painting suspended inside the Purple Mansion.

Painted on the mountains like the residence of the gods, like the statues of the lonely peaks...... Thousands of autumn plants and trees, ancient gold and stone, is the map of the ancient immortal earth.

This painting is the North Changqing in the top of the Ling, with the void painting Qiankun sketched, at that time caused the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder to explode, the holy bell rang for a long time, the vision across the sky, the sky is full of color, can be called a masterpiece.

This painting, no one in Bei Changqing gave it, but kept it for himself.

The reason is very simple, the painting contains the ancient and immortal avenue charm, and if it is warmed, it will inevitably become a powerful magic weapon in the future.

You must know that his purple mansion contains the purest vitality, even a single hair may be warm and not bad, it is conceivable that under the warmth of infinite vitality, the ancient immortal avenue charm in it will become stronger and stronger, and it is not impossible to give birth to the great power of the ancient immortal in the end.

When the time comes, to see who is not pleasing to the eye, he directly waved his hand and sacrificed this ancient immortal picture to suppress it, but it really didn't work, so he suppressed him in the mysterious forbidden place in the painting.

He may not like to fight, but this world is not a society governed by the rule of law after all, on the contrary, it is very chaotic and full of all kinds of dangers, just like this time, he fell into the mysterious ancient realm inexplicably and almost lost his life.

In the future, the guy in his hand must be more, just in case, he always feels a little disadvantaged when he fights with people with his bare hands.

In the Purple Mansion, there is also a three-foot wooden sword hanging, the sword has no edge, and there is no blade, and the sword body is engraved with the words "I come".

It was the small sword of Panmu in North Changqing.

Xu is because of the previous Heaven Slashing Tribulation Vortex, which caused the Panmu small sword to lose its luster, although the sword body was not damaged, but its internal structure was already chaotic, and the sword heart also collapsed, Bei Changqing pondered and returned to the master to refine and refine again.

The Panmu Sword was not only the first flying sword he refined after learning to refine magic weapons, but it also carried many unforgettable memories of his cultivation in Xuantian Sect.

Among them is his favorite little sister, and the senior sister who once made him emotional.

I think of the little sister and the senior sister.

Bei Changqing couldn't help but think that when he was in the mysterious ancient realm, Cang Xuan used the illusory Dao technique to confuse himself, and saw the corpse of the senior sister floating in the sea of blood, and the little junior sister shouted helplessly......

Although Bei Changqing knew that it was fake, illusory, and a trick to fight himself, knowing it did not mean that he could ignore it, nor did it mean that he could be indifferent.

He is a man, not a god.

Everyone has seven emotions and six desires, not to mention the little junior sister and senior sister that Bei Changqing cares about the most.

He killed the little sister and the senior sister with his own hands again and again, and every time he killed it, his heart would be full of pain.

At the end, my spirit was about to collapse.

Fortunately, he has a strong will, and he cultivates the state of mind of inaction, and fortunately, he has comprehended the Great Tribulation Ming King Sutra, which makes his state of mind transcend and his Dao heart is stable, otherwise, he may not be able to hold on to this level at all.

It is for this reason that it is also possible.

In the end, Bei Changqing did not hesitate to risk falling into the demon, ran the dark ancient scriptures, sacrificed the terrible black smoke of yin and evil, and suppressed the cang.

He was originally going to completely wipe out the annihilation.

Pity.

The spiritual will of the annihilation is too strong, and there is no choice but to retreat to the second, and use the mantra of the Great Buddha and the King of the Ming to transcend the self-consciousness of the annihilation, and integrate his spiritual will, which is the nature of a demon, into the black knife.

Bei Changqing's heart moved, and the black knife appeared in his hand.

This black knife was a half-finished product he had refined, about six feet long, one foot wide, and the body of the knife was covered with mysterious runes that looked mysterious.

Because it is a half-finished product, this knife only looks bluffing, it is not a magic weapon, and naturally it has no power, and even the runes on the knife are just things to fool people, almost equivalent to an ornament.

However.

After merging into the nature of the demons of annihilation, although this black knife is not a magic weapon, it is more dangerous than any magic weapon.

It is even more dangerous than extinction, ten times more than a hundred times.

Is it an exaggeration?

No!

Not an exaggeration at all.

Although he is still a demon, he has desires, and he also knows fear, and he knows fear, in other words, the self-consciousness of the annihilation can control the nature of the demon.

Now that the self-consciousness of the cangqing has been overtaken by Bei Changqing, only the nature of the demon remains, so this nature of the demon no longer knows fear, does not know fear, and even has no desire, it is a complete demon.

The self-consciousness of extinction is like a tiger in captivity, although it is still mighty, but after being captive for many years, it has lost its wildness.

And the annihilation without self-consciousness is only the nature of the demon, which is the king of the forest through and through.

This is indeed the case.

When Bei Changqing sacrificed the black knife, the black knife immediately trembled, blooming with a terrifying demonic aura, and the blade gradually turned blood red, and at the same time, Bei Changqing's heart was gradually affected, and he couldn't help but want to kill and drink blood wildly.

Present.

Not daring to hesitate, Bei Changqing took the black knife back to the Purple Mansion as soon as possible.

After returning to the Purple Mansion, the black knife that was about to move was still trembling, and the North Changqing recited the Great Buddha Ming King Sutra with the mouth of the Holy Child, and the Great Buddha Ming Wang Zun on the back seemed to be gradually waking up, and the mighty Buddha breath spread in the Purple Mansion, and the black knife gradually quieted down.