"Huh, I can't imagine that you can use your true qi to suppress Lian Bi's evil qi?" In the blink of an eye, Bai Nuannuan had already changed back into her daughter's body, and she had returned to her lively and curious appearance about everything, but she didn't see what Bingruo did when she urged her true qi: "It's amazing, my brother Bingruo! I thought that this murder weapon could only be suppressed by spiritual power!"

Bing Ruo's eyes flickered, and he hid the silver bell in his sleeve with the tassel for himself, and did not puncture the fact that he used spiritual power, and asked, "Humans can't use spiritual power?"

"Of course not! It is said that only the spirit clan can use spiritual power, human beings can only use true qi, and the spiritual power of immortal cultivators is also very small, and it is said that only the remnants of the four major god clans can use both spiritual power and true qi at the same time. "The encyclopedia state was opened, and Bai Nuannuan began to talk endlessly.

"The Four Great Protoss? Mr. Storyteller, didn't you say the Three Protoss?"

Unexpectedly, Bingruo was interested in his words, and Bai Nuannuan proudly popularized science: "That's right, it is rumored that there are four major god clans in ancient times - the dragon clan, the phoenix clan, the phoenix clan and the nine-tailed fox clan. The storyteller only knew the top three, but he didn't know that a fox with nine tails could also become a god. The dragon clan is in charge of the sea, the phoenix clan and the phoenix clan are in charge of the spiritual veins of heaven and earth, and the nine-tailed fox clan is in charge of the world's luck and maintains the peace of the four seas. Later, I don't know why the Protoss fought the war, and then they perished one after another, and only the remnants survived the world. You see, the century-old Xuan clan is the remnant of the ancient god clan and the Phoenix clan~"

"Then, among the remnants, is there a Shang clan?" Bingruo didn't think there was anything wrong with Bai Nuannuan calling the three major god clans plus the nine-tailed fox clan the four great god clans, because he had seen the true body of the tasseled nine-tailed fox.

It's just that if Tassel is really the Nine-Tailed Fox Protoss, why did he give the Nine Heavens to himself? And why did he prevent himself from marrying Yuqing? Why did he call himself Shang Bingruo? Is the Shang clan the remnant of the Protoss? Which clan is it?

"That's right!There is the Shang clan!" Bai Nuannuan interrupted Bingruo's endless self-questioning, and then said: "It is rumored that the Dragon Clan's relict Xuanyuan Clan, the artifact Jade Xiao Sword, the Feng Clan's Relic Shang Clan, the artifact Bi Phantom Sword, the Phoenix Clan's Relic Clan, the Divine Artifact Broken Sword, the spiritual power has been passed down from generation to generation, and as a mortal, you can practice True Qi. The artifact will only choose the people of its own clan to contribute to it. And the nine-tailed fox clan seems to be hidden in the world after the war, there is no artifact handed down, only one person in charge walks the rivers and lakes, and shares a name from generation to generation. ”

"But tassels?" Bing Ruo asked anxiously, unable to suppress the restlessness in his heart.

"Oh, no! shouldn't it be called guardian!"

"Guardian...... What kind of name is that? The truth that was about to break through the ground once again became a rootless duckweed, and Bingruo suddenly felt a little funny. What the hell was he thinking?Protoss, Shang Clan, the person who gave him bloodline, wasn't Wan Pofeng, the dignified head of Donglin?

"Guardian is not a name, it's a codename. "I didn't notice Bingruo's problem at all, Bai Nuannuan said to herself, "The Nine-Tailed Fox Clan is in charge of the world's luck, but the world is unpredictable, and there is the existence of the remnants of the Protoss, so it is inevitable that some luck will lose its original direction."

At this time, it is necessary to send the nine-tailed fox in charge, with the code name of guardian, to come to the world to interfere with luck, in order to maintain the balance of heaven and earth. It can also be said that as long as you protect the present world, it proves that the luck of the world has been chaotic. ”

However, Bingruo had no interest in listening any further. He doesn't care what the world is peaceful and what is eternal and prosperous. All he cares about is whether he can hold everything in front of him. "Nuan Nuan, you said that spiritual power and true qi cannot coexist in the human body, so what is the way to distinguish between the two?"

It seems that there is still a little bit of unwillingness......

The little fox, who had already walked to the door, turned his head again, grabbed the door and shook his head and said: "I don't know, the true qi is invisible! But the spiritual power itself has a color~ and it is a colorful color, which varies from race to race." ”

After that, the little fox floated out of the room, and Bingruo's fist clenched and clenched, and finally slowly raised to his chest. The toxicity in the body has faded, and in the middle of the cold palm, a bleak wisp of cyan wraps around the wrist, flickering continuously with the operation of the dantian true qi.

If the purple light and mist when he urged Lian Bi's dual swords were Lian Bi's spiritual power, then what was this distinct green......

However, he didn't have much time to think, and suddenly the whole room shook violently.

"The ground moves?" Bing Ruo's heart tightened, stretched out his left hand to recall Lian Bi's short sword, and rushed out of the door.

The courtyard was already noisy, and all kinds of guests escaped from the bedrooms, and gathered in the middle of the courtyard of the inn in a daze and panic. The distant southern sky seemed to have exploded violently, with a thunderous momentum, burning the entire night sky into fiery red.

"Brother Ruo!" Yu Qing ran from not far away, and pulled Bai Nuannuan, who had shrunk into a prototype, by his side. And Bingruo, who was called like this, was obviously stunned for a moment, and then he could come back to his senses and pay attention to the changes in front of him.

"It's so powerful, eighty percent of it is an artifact. Yu Qing's face was solemn, but he didn't pay attention to Bing Ruo's momentary distraction.

"Artifact?" Bingruo was puzzled, if it was really an artifact, according to Bai Nuannuan, no one would be able to pick up the artifact and trigger the power of heaven without the chosen person of the remnant clan, or would a new person from the remnant clan have appeared?

Bai Nuannuan was wrapped around Yu Qing's body, as if she was very afraid of the firelight, trembling and not daring to speak.

Thundered!

The ground was still shaking violently, and the houses in front of me were obviously about to be unable to support them. A young woman burst into a heart-rending cry and rushed to the crumbling house as she cried out, "My child, my child!"

This terrible cry actually overwhelmed the noise of the courtyard, and the scholar in the moonlit robe in the corner moved, but was pulled back by the gray-clothed young man beside him, "Hall Master!"

That moment of impulse has passed, of course the scholar knows that he can't reveal his identity at this time, he is the hall master of the Shadow Palace, and he is the demon king who walks alone in the night, how could he lose his square inch because of such an inconsequential trivial matter.

It's just that everything in front of him coincided with those thousands of nightmares, and it really made him lose for a moment.

The overwhelming firelight, the heart-rending cries, the crumbling houses...... Just because the man waved his sleeves, everything he had, humble and ordinary happiness, turned into a sea of fire in an instant.

Never anymore.

Slowly loosening his clenched fists, the scholar changed to that timid and warm expression. The emotions that had just surged in the numb pupils seemed to be just a phantom. Actually, it's good, the children in that room won't survive, and they won't have a miserable tomorrow like themselves.

It's a long time, but it's just a blink of an eye. The scholar had just finished controlling himself, but he saw a green light in front of him, as fast as lightning, piercing into the room that was flooded by firelight.

The room was clearly unable to withstand the impact of the light, and collapsed almost at the same time. However, the lightning-like dark green light exploded in that instant, and the entire room was shattered into pieces.

In the eyes of countless people, Yu Qing stepped on the floor of the lost house, holding a boy who was no more than eight or nine years old, Ling Yuejian was surrounded by seventy-two swords, and the emerald green skirt exuded a faint white halo, which was not inferior to the blue and white light of the red flame in the east illuminating the sky overhead.

"Magic ...... Magic Sword!"

"It's a Demon Cultist!"

The prestige of Ling Yuejian is known to everyone, Qingguang came out, and the people in the courtyard were scattered. Yu Qing didn't care about this indiscriminate rabble, he just jumped off the ruins, returned the child in his arms to the woman who was already completely frightened and stupid and sat on the ground, put away Ling Yue, and walked out of the courtyard.

Bingruo, who was not far away, looked at the panicked crowd around him suspiciously, suppressed the strange intuition in his heart, and followed.

The flames of the "Yuqing ......" were blown away by the green light, and the scholar in the moonlight robe looked from the corner in the direction where the two had left, frowning deeply.

"Youlian Valley, Yuqing. ”

This scholar, who has been with Yu Qing and others for a long time, is naturally the young master of the Jia family who Yu Qing helped casually that day, but in the shell of this young master, there is another powerful existence.

The Lord of the Shadow Palace.

The Shadow Hall is the most secretive intelligence organization in the rivers and lakes today.

They are spread all over every corner of Kyushu, and dozens of "shadow people" are thrown into the rivers and lakes every year. Their talents traverse the world, and their power is filled with the heart of every state, born in the darkness, hidden in the rivers and lakes, but they invisibly control all the news veins in the land of Kyushu, becoming a huge but silent power of the rivers and lakes, and even balancing the earth-shattering veins of the world.

This is the destiny of heaven, and the cycle is endless.

This is the manifesto of the Shadow Temple. For thousands of years, the Shadow Palace has stood steadily in the world, regardless of good and evil, and has not been involved in sects, but only as an incomparable intelligence organization in the land of Kyushu, passed down from generation to generation.

And the hall master of the Shadow Palace, no one knows his face, only a "shadow" pronoun, the prestige is enough to deter thousands of sects, even the Xuan clan who was in charge of the affairs back then, all treated each other as guests.

How can he be himself with the name on his back.

Bingruo searched for a long time but couldn't find the gaze that seemed to be there, so he had to follow Yuqing all the way away from the inn. At this moment, you can't be low-key at all, and you really can't show off the market. The ordinary people of the Demon Sect One Valley and Two Sects were frightened and their identities were exposed, and if they didn't go to the Lianjie Manor for reception, I am afraid that it would be difficult to find a place to live.

However, even the conference is only three days later, so it is not too early to register at this time.

"Qing'er, do you want to go directly to Lianjie Manor?"

Yu Qing didn't notice Bing Ruo's turnaround thoughts, her attention was still drawn by the distant turmoil. Liancheng is already on the edge of Liangzhou, and further south, it is Yanzhou.

Yanzhou, that's Di Wuyan's territory.

"Let's go again at dawn, I'm afraid that there will be chaos everywhere at this time. Sitting down casually in the countryside, Yuqing pulled out the little fox who didn't know when to shrink into his arms. Patting the green bell on his left wrist, he entered the state of cultivation. Bingruo on the side was consciously vigilant and did not dare to relax for a moment in the vast night.