"It's really worthy of being an immortal ancestor, with this talent, the future is unlimited" Just when Su Jin Dao people were staring at the sword style of the white-clothed young man, another Hua Jin Dao person also came over and stood side by side with him.

"The talent is certainly wonderful, but in the current situation, a truly powerful Immortal Ancestor is what everyone urgently needs, not just a child with the talent of an Immortal Ancestor" Su Jin Daoist glanced sideways at the Taoist beside him in a compassionate tone.

"That's right, now that the forces of all the races of the Plane Immortal Alliance are about to move, and the Realm Emperor has been provoked by the Plane Level Star Alliance one after another, it seems that the hundred-year catastrophe of the Plane Immortal Alliance is no longer avoidable," Hua Jin Dao also sighed with a little worry at this time.

"But the current situation is not completely corrupted, maybe the situation can be reversed!" At the end of speaking, Hua Jin Dao people reflected those wise eyes on the young man in white, and he could see that he was thinking about a shocking plan in his heart.

"Senior brother, why do you want to get involved in this crisis?" Obviously, Su Jin Dao people had already seen through Hua Jin Dao people's thoughts, so they persuaded him.

"Senior Brother Qingyun is all dedicated to swordsmanship, and he was born outside, so he can naturally be alone, but Senior Brother is already in the mud, how can he be alone?" Hua Jin Dao people glanced at the plain shirt Taoist with a little envy, at this time he was in a trance, as if he went back to decades ago, when he and his junior brother were all out of the mountain together, the junior brother chose to continue to travel the mountains and rivers Daze, concentrating on the way of the sword, but he walked into the prosperous plane, mixed with the struggle of various ethnic groups, and since then he has been involuntarily himself, although the talent is much higher than the junior brother, but still far inferior to the junior brother in the way of the sword.

Just when the two Taoists sighed to each other about the vicissitudes of the world, the young man in white had already finished his sword, and his starry eyes flashed with a touch of confusion.

Xiao Qi: This name is so familiar! Why can't I remember who he is? The chubby face of the young man in white at this time was less indifferent than before, and a little more innocent. It's just that the bewildered look is fleeting, and then his gaze becomes deep and sophisticated. It's like an old man who has been through the world.

"Xiao Qi, are you okay?" Xuanyuan Wuxian stared at Xiao Qi with a worried expression, just now he witnessed that the blood veins around Xiao Qi's body had become transparent, and there were flame lines spreading along the surface of his skin. I was afraid that he would not be able to withstand the power of the Fire Spirit Pill and would be burned to death by the large amount of fire spirit contained in it.

Xiao Qi opened his eyes and smiled at Xuanyuan Wuxi, "I... It's fine".

"Really? just now.... The fire spirit in your body is terrifying," Xuanyuan Wuxian was still worried.

"Just now... That's not a fire spirit, don't believe it" Xiao Qi rolled up his sleeves in order to prove it, and shook his left arm hard, and suddenly circles of purple-red textures condensed along his arm along the muscles, and finally spread all over his arm like fish scales. Looking at this arm, which was almost covered by the Demon Pattern like armor, Xiao Qi's heart was full of anticipation...

In Xuanyuan Wuxi's extremely shocked gaze, Xiao Qi waved his arm and slashed down at the iron cage under him. Suddenly, the demonic palm was three inches deep like cutting tofu, and it was pulled out of the thousand-year-old cold iron. Xuanyuan was stunned at this scene! It was a thousand-year-old cold iron, even an ordinary sword could not break a little, and Xiao Qi could cut into three points with just his palm.

"Is this physical cultivation?" Xuanyuan Wuxian is the son of the Plane Immortal Alliance after all, so he can naturally see at a glance that Xiao Qi's cultivation is physical cultivation.

"Physical cultivation is the most difficult among the three cultivations of Dao, Things, and Spirit, and there are even fewer people who can attain the Great Realm.... However, once cultivated, it has a powerful power that ordinary people cannot match."

"It's a pity that I can only condense one Demon Pattern, and I can only achieve three points into the iron!" Xiao Qi waved his palm in a slightly disappointed manner, dispersing the circle of Demon Patterns on his arm, and the skin of his entire arm returned to normal again.

"Xiao Qi, I believe you.... will definitely be able to escape the cage" Xuanyuan Wuxian also knows Xiao Qi's true thoughts very well, how could he not be like this when he first came.

"Brother Traceless...."Xiao Qi's eyes suddenly condensed, "Then we will leave together."

"I... Hi" Xuanyuan Wuxian sighed helplessly, and looked down at his belly again, his face full of frustration.

"Without a trace... Don't be discouraged... Maybe you still have to be saved" Xiao Qi's eyes turned red, clenched his fists, and encouraged him.

"Brother .... My body has run out of oil.... Even if Da Luo Jin Immortal descends to earth, he is powerless to recover" Xuanyuan Wuxian suddenly raised his head, as if he had seen through life and death, and smiled indifferently...

"Nothing is absolute... Let's escape first, and then find a way to heal my brother" Although what Xuanyuan Wuxian said was true, Xiao Qi still couldn't bear to see his brother so depressed and sad.

"Even if it can't be restored.... can't be cheap that dead camel" Xiao Qi's last sentence deeply touched Xuanyuan without a trace, and those godless eyes regained the brilliance of the stars.

Jingle bells, a crisp sound, came from the Laojun furnace.

After that, the door of the temple was pushed open, and the camel walked into the temple step by step. He swept his gaze coldly, then focused his gaze on the Laojun furnace and strode forward.

His hands slapped the ears of the furnace, and suddenly a stronger samadhi true fire rose into the air.

In the light of the fire, the camel bounced out his left hand, gently took out a purple-gold three-eared bell, and threw it into the red furnace to be calcined. He drew the palm of his left hand as a finger, and with his right hand pinched the finger, a trace of the divine fire spell shot towards the three-eared purple gold bell that was suspended in the samadhi true fire. Wrapped in flames, the three-eared purple gold bell seemed to be rolling on the crest of the waves, and it was engulfed in the blink of an eye.

Time passes minute by minute.... The camel's orange-skinned old face also became more solemn, and he stared intently at the Laojun furnace, as the circle of crimson spirituality burst out from the samadhi true fire, the camel's beard also seemed to be ignited at this time, and a circle of crimson momentum appeared all over his body.

A crisp and magical sound spread through the overlapping smoke to every corner of the hall, instantly waking up Xiao Qi, who was in the battle between heaven and man. He raised his head slightly, and through the diffuse mist, he seemed to see a three-eared golden bell emitting purple light.

The three-eared Jin Ling fluttered with her breath, and she kept emitting a very ghostly rhythm....

At first, Xiao Qi was quite pleasant to the ear, but soon after, Zhihai was as painful as a pinprick.

Then the old devil's cold voice also resurfaced: Taiyi Regent Bell!

Dead camel!

Damn it!

The old devil's voice trembled a little, and Xiao Qi could hear the fear in his heart...

Whether it was the camel using the thousand-year-old flame jade, or the fire lingzhi, he had never seen the old demon so frightened.

As the rhythm became clearer and clearer, the tingling sensation in the sea of Xiao Qizhi also swept over like a tide. He held his head in his hands and groaned in pain.

Boy, if you don't want to die, just listen to Lao Tzu and do it!

Just when Xiao Qi almost fainted from pain, the old demon's cold voice spread through his sea of consciousness again. This time, there was a resoluteness in the old demon's tone, which was indisobedient.

Close the six senses!

What are the Six Senses?

The old devil seemed to be angered by Xiao Qi's ignorant words, and after roaring a few times, he was not indignant and explained that the so-called six senses are eye, ear, nose, tongue, body, and consciousness.

Now, Lao Tzu will seal your six senses.

Xiao Qi was apprehensive when he heard this, but he didn't dare to refute it.

A cold aura gushed out from the sea of self-knowledge, and in an instant, it made Xiao Qi circulate in a circle. As the chill swept over, Xiao Qi's six senses were gradually closing, and Xiao Qi didn't feel anything at first, but he was soon frightened by this extremely depressed and closed perception. An inexplicable sense of fear germinated from the depths of his heart, and he violently resisted.

Boy, do you want to die?

I don't want to close my six senses!

If you want to be robbed of your sanity by the Taiyi Regent Bell and become an idiot, then you have to resist.

With the old devil's angry shout, Xiao Qi's closed six senses gradually stagnated, he raised his head slightly, and looked at the purple golden bell in the dense fog with eyes that only had a gap left, and his heart was wandering.

Suddenly, a withered hand grasped the three-eared purple gold bell, and then the camel broke through the heavy smoke and slowly paced from the opposite side. Looking at the camel's cold eyes without a trace of humanity, Xiao Qi subconsciously shrank his head. After that, the purple gold bell jingled in his ears.

As a withered big hand pressed down on his Heavenly Spirit, the three-eared purple golden bell shot out a purple beam of light, piercing straight through his eyes and penetrating his mind, and suddenly an even stronger stinging sensation filled the Little Seven Senses Sea!

The pain made Xiao Qi's consciousness in a trance, and just when Xiao Qi could barely bear the terrifying demon sound in his head, the cold voice of the old demon of Zhihai sounded again.