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"Eat all the fine meats".

The Son of Heaven stepped on the auspicious clouds and stared coldly into the distance. "Don't worry, the Demon Lord, there will be no less than what the Medicine Ancestor promised."

Xiong Waste grabbed his scorched hair, and pointed at the son of heaven with a broken net. "It's good to understand, my Demon Domain has not lost my words, if the Holy Domain plays tricks, let's see you with swords."

Cang Tianzi snorted. Take out two fine-colored beads and throw them into the airspace. There was a flash of light under his feet, and the figure disappeared into the airspace.

The feather knife released the demonic beast, and the broken blade slapped the beast's buttocks. Whew! There were waves in front of me. The monster escaped into the water pattern. Xiong Waste glared at the void, took the crystal bead, and carried the power of the broken net tree to follow in.

Tens of thousands of miles away, the blue light sprinkled on the mountain peaks, suddenly turned into a silver ocean, and the leaves covered with silver glow, waving cool in the soft light, it seemed that this mountain area was extremely peaceful.

Mo Evil's wind-like shadow stood on the top of the tree, and the skeletal bow held by the bone claw flashed with black light. After shaking it a few times, the black light lingered for a long time. Unexpectedly, he lost his soul sense connection with the "Soul Burning Arrow".

Mo Xie locked his soul brows and looked back at the airspace. A gust of wind blew, and the leaves fell, and in a few breaths, the ancient trees on the top of the mountain lost their aura, and the dry branches turned black.

The sky was dawning, the earth was hazy, the night fog was slowly fading, and the flowing transparent body shrouded the blue sky of the lake

In the lonely mountains, a few holy shadows walked out, standing in the soft light and quiet, looking around at this fallen lonely mountain. A wisp of solitary smoke leaped into view, curling with the morning breeze, slowly spreading, and finally melting into the blue skylight.

The god operator stroked his long white eyebrows and pressed his startled eyelids.

"Medicine jar, can you be sure that this soul is the other soul."

The medicine magpie glanced at the operator. "The ancestor is not as accurate as you, but I am absolutely sure of this soul."

The divine operator also believed in the words of the Son of Medicine, and all kinds of traces proved that "the bone of ten thousand souls" was in his hands.

The vast mountain area of the Holy Sword Mountain is majestic, magnificent, magical, dense with clouds and fog, and the sky is majestic and majestic. This continuous mountain area rich in color is full of towering peaks and steep cliffs.

The three main peaks, high wind and bones, stand on their feet, holding up a blue sky. The peaks of the four domains are stacked on top of each other, slim and elegant, and are hidden in the sea of clouds flying and foggy.

A mountain peak, towering and ten thousand, is like a sharp sword broadcast into the blue sky, and it is extremely dangerous. The spring flows quietly between the peaks, shimmering with sparkling water, as if shaking bright eye waves, gazing at the beautiful colors of the autumn mountains.

The huge rock wall is about to fall, and the budding buds are hiding between the green trees and bamboos, and the crystal bright dewdrops are flickering, reflecting the luster of the green bamboo shadow.

Hee-hee-hee! The green aura lingers on the edge of the bamboo forest. The waves of the stream, reflecting the faint morning light, shimmered like the dark and smooth scale armor of a giant snake.

The waves shimmered, jumping thousands of white waves, fluttering the waves and blooming, and the retreating and irritable splashing of white waves. A group of holy women, with long hair and light veils of sheer lightness, half dipped in water, played with each other.

A splash of water flies, causing the full of flying flowers to fall.

Chixiao sat on the bluestone by the water, half leaning on the roots of the tree by the stone, gently shaking the fan. With half-squinted eyes, she quietly looked at the saint girl playing in the long pool of clear water.

After returning to the Holy Sword Mountain, Chixiao rarely went to practice casting again, wandering around every day, making holy friends, attracting countless pink butterflies, and making the Lingxiao Hall a gathering place for red makeup.

All the saints who came to Lingxiao, that is, regardless of their seniority, nor were they bound by their behavior, were qualified to wear crop tops and breastplates, and they could enter and leave freely in the temple. The saints passing by the temple couldn't help but stop, gazing at the temple that was shrouded in quiet, pure, and soft atmosphere. Look at the extremely cool off-the-shoulder armor, revealing round and greasy pearl shoulders, the thin light gauze sets off the delicate bumps, and the huge turbulent silhouette looms. I don't feel like I have to swallow my saliva.

It's a pity that the Lingxiao Hall is only allowed to enter and exit the saints, and the saints can hardly enter.

Chixiao, who sank in the pink delicacy, has not been cast into a virtual soldier for nearly a hundred years because of the abandonment of casting. At the trial meeting every ten years, Chixiao always took the broken fan to deal with it. Every time the fan was beaten to pieces, the strange thing is that no matter how the fan was broken, soon the "Ruyi Fan" appeared intact in Chixiao's hands. The disciple called him "a fan" behind his back, suspecting that Ling Xiaozi had countless broken fans.

Two slender and white lotus-like arms stretched out of the water, and the water droplets flew towards Chixiao's cheeks.

The "Ruyi Fan" shook slightly, and a drop of crystal water dotted on the fan surface.

Chixiao turned his eyes from his fascination and looked at the figure as thin as a water snake in the water, and the amazing two long white legs that were so white and reflective and beautiful that they were dazzling made people's noses bloodshot.

"Holy Ancestor, come down"?

Chixiao smiled indifferently, raised his face slightly, and stretched out his hand to twist the crystal light in the air. His eyes moved slightly. He shouted a few names, got up and walked out of the temple.

The holy maidens in the pool were in a mess and hurriedly put on their battle armor.

Chixiao stood outside the hall and waited for a short time before the holy maidens finished dressing up. The pink butterfly escaped out of the palace and showed his posture in front of Chixiao's eyes. After examining them one by one, Chixiao nodded slightly. didn't speak, shook the fan and walked slowly.

Chixiao did not escape the sky, and took the maids through the misty mountains and valleys, revealing the blue sky curtain from the gaps, and in a blink of an eye, the veil was torn apart by the fog and cloud cracks, getting bigger and bigger, the clear and blue sky was completely unfolded, and the water washed the same, without a trace of clouds, deep and transparent.

Dozens of holy rays of light burst out from the inky black ridge without a pause, throwing the group of idlers into the vast sea of clouds.

The maids looked at the rapidly passing streamer, and their eyes couldn't help but be a little anxious. Look at Chixiao's leisurely appearance, and they all follow quietly behind him.

"Hey!' The Holy Frost retreated and greeted with a smile.

Chixiao didn't care anymore, Saint Shuangzi was a good friend in the Holy Sword Mountain, and what was called was just a name. "Holy Brother".

Saint Shuangzi's thin eyebrows glanced at the maid behind Chixiao, and quietly stretched out her head. "Yes!

"Ruyi Fan" slapped on the forehead of Shengshuangzi's rapid harvest, making a shallow red mark.

Saint Shuangzi covered his head and grinned, is it still this broken fan, could it be that it has been recast again? It hurts a lot more than before.

"Senior Brother Lingxiao, why did Yao Zu open the 'Ten Thousand Medicine Peak' this time?"

Chixiao shook his head, the medicine peak opens every year, and every time it opens, there is only one holy medicine. This "Ten Thousand Medicine Peak" is different, there are more than 10,000 kinds of miraculous drugs in the peak, as long as the medicine peak has miraculous medicines, there are everything in the "Ten Thousand Medicine Peak".

Since the slaughter of several holy cities in the Holy Domain, the medicine crystal has become the most sought-after holy object in the Holy Land, and its value has been rising all the way, especially the medicine crystal that is more than a thousand years old.

The reason why Chixiao was interested was because he thought of finding some herbs that suited his attributes. Due to the different attributes of the saints when cultivating, the medicinal crystals that can be refined are also different, if the medicinal crystals with the same attributes are refined, if they eat poison, the consequences can be imagined.

It would also be a good thing if you could refine one or two medicinal crystals with the Xiang Restraint attribute, at least in the face of the soul poison, there was some hope of survival. Back then, there were many saints who escaped from death because they refined the Xiangke medicine crystal and escaped the catastrophe. As soon as the news passed, the refining phase restraint medicine crystal immediately swept the Holy Sword Mountain.

Although Chixiao knew the reason, as for why he wanted to open the "Ten Thousand Medicine Peak"? Only the Medicine Ancestor knew.

The two Holy Ancestors talked and laughed, and they didn't know that they had come to a mountain.

On the majestic cloud peaks, the cliffs shine. The mountain forest clouds under the peak dissipate the mist, the mountain is full of verdant, and the palace group with exquisite carved eaves is covered. In front of the mountain, a strange rock stands on top of the mountain, crumbling. The ethereal light veil, hazy over the strange rocks, adds a bit of seclusion, charm and mystery.

The mist moved slightly, and the strange rocks in the sky flashed in front of the craggy cliffs. The two golden characters are majestic and delicate in the halo.

"Medicine Peak".

In front of the peak is a hundred miles of Pingchuan, all kinds of flowers, thousands of postures, thousands of purples and thousands of reds. Clusters, clusters, like a touch of morning glow, reflecting like a rainbow after the rain, carved crystal, shrouded in the morning mist, condensed with wisps of seductive fragrance.

Thousands of Holy Ancestors gathered in the sea of flowers, each forming a small cluster, and laughed lightly.

Chixiao looked around, and his face sank slightly. Two familiar and unfamiliar divine senses condensed, but they poured a basin of ice water on Chixiao's fiery heart. My heart hurt slightly, and I wanted to chat with a few close friends.

Wow! Frost screamed, touching Chixiao's arm. "Look over there".

Chixiao looked at it along the divine sense.

The two black-clothed Holy Ancestors stood not far away, the light flowing from the black armor shook down along the light veil, and the flowers under their feet looked even more enchanting in the little black mang.

The black gauze is swarthy, watery, and the sparkling black pupils are particularly spiritual, the eyes collide together, and they unconsciously want to dodge and avoid, and the eyes that move the soul are like the stars dotting the night sky on an autumn night, bright, clean, and do not provoke the dust of the world.

Chixiao was so familiar with these eyes that he didn't want to look at them anymore.

"Well, from those eyes, I know that she is definitely a stunning beauty."

Chixiao snorted, shaking the fan lightly, a little higher, as if he deliberately blocked his face.

"Brother Chixiao"!

While Chixiao was pondering, Chengying walked over. The faint scent of jasmine came to his nose, and the eyes of the holy frost were several times larger. Straight hook.

"Shadow Girl"!

"Shadow Sister, under the Holy Frost, the teacher of Xuan Yuzi ......." Holy Frost bowed his back and began to storm his family.

Chengying didn't even look at Lingshuangzi and walked to Chixiao's side. "What kind of medicine does Brother Chixiao want to take"?

Chixiao's eyes were confused, it seemed that Chengying had been in the Holy Sword Mountain for a long time, and there were already many disciples around him. Why haven't you told him?