Fan Jingxing's sobs came one after another, and Rong Hui had a headache, "Little junior brother, go out and have a look, the children are crying hoarsely." ”

Shen Yu groaned for a moment and walked out of the dormitory, while Rong Hui returned to the Ethereal Palace with his body and Li Yan.

Li Yan reloaded his stomach and wanted to say.

But seeing the master holding someone exactly like himself, how awkward it looked.

This awkwardness was not alleviated until Rong Hui put his body back on the white jade bed in his dormitory.

It's clearly the same face.

Li Yanhui felt that the person lying on the bed was like a bright moon hanging high, unattainable.

"Master, Elder Lu sent me a secret message to ask about Ji Meiren's situation. ”

Li Yan sat on the soft couch and looked around.

The Ethereal Palace here is thousands of times more gorgeous than the Sword Spirit Sect, and the place is very wide, and you can't see the end at a glance.

Rong Hui said in a deep voice: "The situation is not good. ”

When Ji Chen cursed the sword body of the Qingyun Sect with his divine soul, he was ready to destroy his divine soul.

Rong Hui's use of mountains and rivers to forcibly protect his soul is already the biggest limit.

"Then what should I do?" Li Yanhui regretted, "There is no better looking immortal monarch in the world than him, and his death is the end of Yan Gou!"

A good beauty.

Say no, it's gone.

The Hehuan Sect has been plagued by external troubles over the years.

Jichen had a hard time.

Even if it is.

As long as the Ethereal Peak is in trouble, Ji Chen will overcome all difficulties and help him.

Li Yanhui respects him very much.

Master can have such a dear friend to live up to this life.

Rong Hui said: "Point general." ”

"What?"

Li Yanhui didn't understand.

"When a monk ascends to the Tao, he can be promoted, and the person who is ordained, whether he is a human or a ghost, can follow the monk to ascend. Rong Hui summoned Liuyun, the white sword body reflected her delicate face, and she turned her head sideways, "The point will only be able to point one person." ”

"Master, don't look at me, I'm greedy for red dust and have no obsession with ascension. Li Yan knew what the master was going to say, and he said with a straight face: "Senior Ji is worth it." ”

Compared with taking off, Li Yanhui hopes that Ji Chen can come back to life.

"Did the seniors also soar that season?"

It turns out that it is true that a person has attained the Tao and the chicken dog ascended to heaven.

Rong Hui shook his head and smiled: "How can there be such a good thing in the world."

After the ascension, the immortal qi will bless the earth, which is the only way to help Ji Chen remove the curse of heaven and earth.

As for whether he can reshape the golden body, it depends on Ji Chen's chance, I'm afraid that he is unwilling. ”

Li Yanhui's eyes lit up, "What is there to be unwilling." ”

"The price is freedom. Rong Hui sighed and said, "The person who was ordered will follow that monk for the rest of his life, and there will be no freedom at all. ”

Li Yanhui was stunned.

In the world of cultivating immortals, some monks would rather die without freedom.

Some people can give up anything, not even their lives, for the sake of cultivation.

I don't know what kind of category Ji Chen belongs to.

"Why don't you ask Senior Ji. ”

That's exactly what I mean. ”

The ethereal palace is angry, and Ji Chen is not suitable to come out.

Rong Hui thought about it and decided to go to the Ethereal Fantasy Mansion to store the classic Tianyi Pavilion.

The Ethereal Palace is in the southeast, and the Tianyi Pavilion is exactly in the northwest of the diagonal.

The Imperial Sword of Ronghui swept over the palaces.

"Master, there are so many palaces in the Ethereal Fantasy Mansion, why are there only people in the Ethereal Palace and the Cloud Middle Hall, are those seniors in retreat?"

The ethereal fantasy mansion is cloudy and misty, the palace is scattered, the corridor waist is back, and any place you pick is a superb view of the world.

Rong Hui looked at the magnificent and majestic palace in the clouds, as if he heard the whispers of his predecessors, and the clouds passing in the air were like the ethereal figures of his predecessors, "There is no one else in those palaces except the disciples on duty and sweeping, and the master of the palace has already soared, and has not ushered in a new successor, so it is vacant." ”

and has been vacant for many years.

If Rong Hui's master didn't find her and Shen Yu, the ten halls of the Ethereal Illusion Mansion would probably all be destroyed.

"Heir?" Li Yanhui put his hand between his eyebrows to block the dazzling scorching sun, stood on tiptoe and stretched his neck to look, "These soaring seniors have not accepted apprentices?"

The big guy doesn't accept apprentices?

For some reason, Li Yanhui felt that the cold and boundless palaces in the clouds were like tombs, ghostly, and uneasy.

"The Ethereal Illusion Mansion is naturally an apprentice, but if you want to become the master of the Ten Palaces, you are very competent.

In addition to the need for chance and cultivation, each immortal palace has different criteria for selecting successors, even if it is the personal disciple of the ascended person, it may not be the master of the palace. ”

Rong Hui introduced slowly, "The Ethereal Illusion Mansion selects disciples every five years, and new disciples are qualified to test whether they are qualified to enter the Ten Halls in the Ethereal Holy Land under the clouds. ”

"Qualified disciples will then go through strict selection, select disciples whose hearts, qualifications, and Dao hearts are consistent with the ten halls, and then have the qualifications to go to the ten halls after the vote of the elders, and tens of thousands of disciples can be eliminated at this level. ”

"It is unknown whether the Ten Halls will be recognized by the corresponding palaces. ”

"For thousands of years, only me and my junior brother have succeeded. ”

Thousands of troops crossing a single-plank bridge are nothing more than that.

"Master, how can you be recognized by the palace. Li Yan smiled back and said, "I also want to buy a suite in the Ethereal Fantasy Mansion." ”

The Ethereal Peak of the Sword Spirit Sect is very good.

But who minds having an extra set?

"You take this and go around the palaces, which palace is golden, it is there. Rong Hui handed a magic weapon to the little apprentice, "Go ahead." ”

Li Yanhui left with a smile on his face.

Rong Hui walked straight towards Tianyi Pavilion.

She has tested, but the little apprentice has no chance with the Ethereal Palace.

In the previous life, too.

Rong Hui's front feet fell in front of the atmospheric and quaint attic.

The hind feet sensed the tremors of the Ten Temples.

She jerked her head back.

The ethereal illusion mansion's highest Tianyi Palace's golden mang, the remaining nine temples resonate.

The disciples belonging to the Tianyi Palace congratulated in unison and welcomed the new master.

Rong Hui didn't expect the little apprentice to have such an opportunity, she smiled slightly, flashed into the top floor of Tianyi Pavilion, and then released Ji Chen from the mountains and rivers.

Rong Hui explained the current situation in a few words, and asked Ji Chen's wishes.

After thinking about it for a long time, Ji Chen finally chose to be ordered, he couldn't let go of the Hehuan Sect.

When Li Yan chased back to Tianyi Pavilion, Rong Hui happened to come out, and he took out a piece of pure gold and gave it to her, "Uncle Xiao asked me to give it to Master." ”

Rong Hui already had four pieces of Pure Gold in his hand, and this was the fifth, which could just be embedded in the Liuyun Sword and upgrade it.

"Why didn't Ah Yu come?"

The two had discussed before entering the sword mound to condense Liuyun.

Shen Yu didn't come, Rong Hui was a little surprised, the little junior brother never broke his word.

Li Yanhui ran sweating profusely, "It seems that the master uncle is lost, and the little uncle is looking for someone." ”

Rong Hui was about to speak, when he suddenly smelled a strong ghostly aura.

The ghost aura flashed and quickly disappeared.

"Master, do you smell anything strange?" Li Yanhui took a deep breath and said solemnly, "It's so strong smell of blood...... It seems to have come from that place. ”

Rong Hui looked at Li Yanhui's hand.

That place is the sword mound of the Ethereal Illusion Mansion.

There are hundreds of thousands of sharp swords in the sword mound, and the anger is very heavy.

Therefore, the place is special, and it is the only weakly defended place in the Ethereal Fantasy Mansion.

"Go check it out. ”

The closer you get to the sword mound, the stronger the smell of blood.

Rong Hui dodged into the sword mound.

Shocking blood flowed to Rong Hui's feet.

Not far away, there was the sound of clanging fights.

"Bang!"

An eleven or twelve-year-old Ethereal Illusion Mansion disciple smashed at Rong Hui's feet, scarlet blood splashing onto the hem of her clean skirt, blurring a large area of crimson.

"Ancestor..... The three elders rebelled, and Penglai Pavilion ...... from the sword mound"

Before the disciple finished speaking, he died of anger.

Rong Hui's face was like frost, her fingers were clenched, and the flowing clouds turned into golden white rays that flew out of her palm, rushed into the sword mound, and slashed the rebellious disciples and the three elders under the sword like a devastating slash.

A fierce murderous aura burst out from Rong Hui's body, and she looked at the sword mound filled with blood mist, dyed a little scarlet like ink green silk, "There are masters above the Merge Realm inside, don't follow, quickly go and beat the Dengwen drum, tell the disciples to open the mountain protection and killing array to block the ghost cultivation of Penglai Pavilion, and then wait for me to come back in the Ethereal Palace." ”

As soon as the words fell, Rong Hui used a spiritual power to push Li Yanhui away, and then closed the sword shrine.

The heavy stone door fell suddenly, and it was tightly inlaid with the earth, blocking Li Yanhui's panicked and worried eyes.

Rong Hui flew to the deepest part of the sword mound with the smell of blood, and said sharply: "Come out!"

"Buzz!"

Tens of thousands of sharp edges came out of the ground and pointed at the sky.

In the secluded sword mound, the only light source is the fluorite that stretches for thousands of miles above Rong Hui's head.

There is a special formation on the fluorite that can block the snooping of monks.

In the darkness where the light does not shine, the scarlet blood climbs up to the dome and converges into a magnificent and mysterious ghost pattern.

Rong Hui's icy eyes looked around, and the golden spiritual power soared into the sky, and tens of thousands of immortal swords flew towards the place where she sensed the ghost qi.

"Bang bang bang!"

In the blink of an eye, ten ghost cultivators with black pockets and hidden heads and tails fell heavily to the ground.

"Rong Cao Fairy. The leader was holding a skeletal scepter, and two white ghost fires were burning in the pupils of the black hole, and he smiled, "I didn't expect us to be able to enter the Ethereal Illusion Mansion, hahahahaha!"

The blood on the ground turned into a blood-colored poisonous mist and floated into the air under the control of the ghost cultivators of Penglai Pavilion.

There were fierce ghost ghosts floating in the air, and the disciples of the Ethereal Illusion Mansion who had just died had already become puppets in the hands of ghost cultivators.

"Is there a difference between you hitting in and going out from this seat?" Rong Hui's icy eyes fell on the ghost cultivators who surrounded her, and a sea of corpses and blood surged under her feet, and the murderous aura rushed out like a tide, she didn't dare to be careless, and the five laws were fully opened, "Jiajin Qinglong turned into ten thousand swords!"

Hundreds of thousands of golden swords erupted from the sea of blood.

The fire phoenix spreads its wings and soars, and the orange-red samadhi true fire shakes off its wings, like the scorching sun shining on the earth, not only illuminating the sword mound, but also burning the thousands of ghost shadows wandering on the stone wall into ashes.

All the ghost cultivators had already prepared, ten people formed a formation, nine soul-attracting flags and the skeletal scepter with green flames in their eyes touched together, the black ghost qi and the black-red curse instantly expanded ten million times, and countless ghost flags were like thousands of troops, squeezing out of the wall in a mighty way.

The huge sword mound was instantly filled.

Thick veins descended from the sky, spewing green venom like a giant python.

Rong Hui was not in a hurry.

The Flowing Cloud Immortal Sword stood in front of him, and the enchantment consolidated by the Earth Spirit Bead was indestructible.

At the same time, the blue sea divine dragon law floated behind Rong Hui.

She formed a complex magic circle with both hands, and sneered: "Penglai Pavilion is there no one, not even a Mahayana realm, Pyle and other Tribulation Realm wastes came to sneak attack the Ethereal Illusion Mansion." ”

The moment the coercion of the Mahayana realm fell suddenly, it seemed to freeze time.

The faces of the people in Penglai Pavilion froze in place, the splashed blood coagulated in the air, and the dense banner ghosts that pounced on the enchantment had hideous faces but could not enter.

Rong Hui's spell ruled the crowd, the flying sword in the air, and the mites on the face of the ghost cultivator of Penglai Pavilion no longer moved.

Time stood still.

The golden spiritual power overflowed from Rong Hui's fingertips, and she chanted an ancient incantation in her mouth.

"Click-click-click-"

It was as if something had burst out of its shell and made a crisp sound.

Everyone in Penglai Pavilion felt a palpitation.

A drop of crystal clear water flew out of the heart.

Second drop, third drop, fourth drop.....

The skin of the ghost cultivator led by Penglai Pavilion is like an orange peel that has been drained of moisture, wrinkled into a ball.

He looked at the water flying out of his body in horror, only to feel that his mouth was dry, and the next moment, the chill rushed from the soles of his feet to his brain, and he didn't even change the time when his scalp was numb, and he was cruelly drained of the water in his body by Rong Hui, turning into a dry corpse.

"Bang. ”

The corpse fell to the ground.

The fire phoenix's eyes quickly turned into a human form, and the beautiful hand pinched the soul of the ghost cultivator, and the red flames burned brightly.

"Boom. ”

The soul burned to ashes.

The weird thing is that the water that was extracted from that ghost cultivator's body is still condensed in the air.

The complexion of all the ghost cultivators turned gray in an instant.

The face is like ashes.

Rong Hui drew a scoop according to the gourd and quickly solved the lives of five people.

This way consumes too much spiritual power, and by the time of the sixth, she was a little overwhelmed.

The ghost cultivator of Penglai Pavilion took the opportunity to shatter the strange coercion.

The leader said sharply: "Formation, formation!"

All the ghosts are piled up together and stand in all corners.

Followed by.

"Bang!"

After the loud bang.

All of their bodies were blown to pieces.

While controlling the banner ghost to block Rong Hui's footsteps, everyone rushed towards the fluorite regardless of life and death, sealing their hands and activating the strange magic circle on the fluorite.

"Fairy Rong Cao, this seat will give you one last gift!"

A sharp scream passed.

The fluorite light bloomed, and all the ghost cultivators were wiped out in the deadly light.

At the same time, Rong Hui sensed the call from heaven and earth.

She looked at the sword mound that had blown out a hole of several hundred meters and looked at the sky.

Black clouds overwhelmed the city, the clouds were dense, and the sky was suddenly overcast for thousands of miles.

All the creatures on the ground were prostrate on the ground, Rong Hui felt great pressure, Rong Hui's robe fluttered in the wind, she looked at the clouds in the sky with a solemn expression, and the five pure gold in her hands were shining.

"Boom—"

The black sky was torn out of a terrifying black hole by the invisible giant hand.

Black holes fill the entire sky.

The wind suddenly rose, and dense purple thunder surged around the black hole.

"The Ascending Thunderbolt. ”

Rong Hui's heart was pounding, her hand holding the sword trembled slightly, and the scene of the failed tribulation in her previous life came to her mind, and she couldn't stop the panic in her heart.

"No, in the last life, the time of my ascension was fifteen, and today is the first day of the new year, why did the ascension tribulation come so quickly, it must be those ghosts who cultivated just now, they want me to die in this tribulation. ”

Rong Hui had heard Master say that as long as he sacrificed millions of souls, and the curse of cultivating to a profound person, he could change the time for the monk to ascend.

She used to think she was a legend.

I didn't expect it to be true.

"Boom!"

The purple silver whip lashed the earth, the sky roared hoarsely, and the earth trembled humbly.

"Boom—"

Tens of thousands of tyrannical thunderstorms rained down from the sky, and the miserable white electric light illuminated the Xiaochen Realm brightly, and the mountain protection array of the Ethereal Illusion Mansion was as brittle as white paper in front of the thunderstorms.

The ruthless Heavenly Dao power fell on Rong Hui's shoulder, and she fell to her knees suddenly, blocking the five Fa phases in the air before the thunder slammed into her body.

"Boom—"

Rong Hui spurted out a mouthful of blood, and the green tendons on her forehead jumped violently.

The rain-dense thunder unreasonably slashed down.

The five law phases didn't resist for long, and finally couldn't withstand the pressure of heaven and earth and melted into Rong Hui's body.

Rong Hui threw out the Flowing Cloud Immortal Sword, she threw the five pure gold into the sky together, the blood-stained robe was split into rags, she grinded her teeth and said, "Just use you to temper my Flowing Cloud Immortal Sword and let it be promoted to an artifact!"

"Boom—boom—"

Rong Hui squinted, and through the slit of his eye, he saw that the five pure gold were tightly embedded in the flowing clouds, and the flowing clouds continued to rise in the Heavenly Tribulation.

The numb electricity fell on her, and she only felt powerless, and all the vast spiritual power in her body was used to resist the heavenly calamity, and it seemed that she was still lacking.

The ascension of the thunderstorm lasted for half a month.

Rong Hui was also split for half a month.

Most of the palace of the Ethereal Illusion Mansion collapsed.

Rong Hui looked at the black hole that was gradually retracting, and the corners of his dry mouth hooked up a sneer, and then raised his middle finger at the black hole.

This time, she finally got through it.

Thinking so, Rong Hui stumbled to his feet, and was about to leave, when he suddenly heard a frightened roar.

"Master, be careful!"

I saw a black and red figure flash in the air.

Rong Hui looked at Li Yanhui who was blocking his head, and when he was stunned, he suddenly saw that the converging black hole suddenly opened.

Hundreds of thousands of tribulation thunderbolts rushed down with great momentum.

Yesterday's scene is repeated.

Rong Hui looked at the little apprentice who was going to block the thunder for herself, her face changed greatly, and she used her last strength to push Li Yan back out of the sword shrine.

"Boom!"

Hundreds of thousands of tribulation thunderbolts rushed into Rong Hui's body, she looked at the hoarse face of the little apprentice, she couldn't hear any sound, couldn't smell any smell, her vision became more and more blurred, and her consciousness gradually drifted away.

Gradually, Rong Hui turned out to have no six senses, and his eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body and mind were gone.

Is it another failure?

The thunder robbery still has a hidden hand.

The strange thing is that when I was crossing the catastrophe in my previous life, I saw the ladder to the sky.

Why not this time?

Could it be that the rules of the Heavenly Dao have changed?

There's nothing wrong with changing it.

The only regret is that there is no blade Fang Xingyun, and the god killer has not been figured out, and many mystery people are just a cloud of fog.

The past flashed in Rong Hui's mind like floating clouds, and she remembered every picture clearly.

Everyone I know, everything I see.

Master, little junior brother, little apprentice, Yaoyao, Ji Chen, Zhou Xi, the senior brothers and sisters of the Sword Spirit Sect, and all kinds of things in the secret realm.

Rong Hui's consciousness gradually dissipated......

The Ethereal Palace of the Ethereal Fantasy Mansion is extremely special.

When the fairy Rong Cao was there, it was the brightest star in the sky.

After the Rong Cao Fairy leaves, she will fall into eternal night.

After the black hole disappeared, the disciples of the Ethereal Illusion Mansion knelt down as they looked at the Ethereal Palace that had fallen into the eternal night.

Rong Cao Fairy died.

The wind, the rain, and the thunder all stopped.

The deathly silence of the Ethereal Mansion.

At a time when everyone was grief-stricken.

The palace, which was as dark as night, suddenly brightened as day!

"Bang!"

Rong Hui, who was dressed in the ethereal palace master's costume, came out of the Ethereal Palace, she looked at the little apprentice who was crying and was about to faint, and raised her middle finger at Shangcang.

"I didn't expect it, I still have a tuba!"

Rong Hui stared at the stunned Ethereal Illusion Mansion disciple and showed the palace master's order.

"Target, Penglai Pavilion, never die!"