"Brother Xuanqing, there are so many spirit beasts in Qingcheng, we can't get in, where are we going now?" Xiaoxi pulled Wang Xuanqing's sleeve and asked,

"Go back to Chang'an City," Mr. Wang said.

"We just came out and I don't want to go back yet. Xiaoxi also said aggrievedly, she stole out of the museum, and there were stronger immortal cultivators in Chang'an City, she was afraid that she would be caught back and put on the booth for naked appreciation.

"Hmm..."Wang Xuanqing thought for a moment, he also needed to cultivate now, so he said, "Okay, then find a place to cultivate first." ”

Wang Xuanqing took the creek to another mountain, which was a hill opposite Qingcheng Pavilion, and now it was shorter and I don't know how much. It seems that time has an equally large impact on the landscape.

The spiritual energy in this hill is strong, and there is a heaven-made spiritual spring in it, and if you cultivate in it, your cultivation speed can be increased by ten times. It's just that I don't know if it's still there, although the aura was exhausted before, and now the aura is revived, I don't know if the spiritual spring is still there.

After about half a day, Wang Xuanqing stepped into the small valley with the stream, Wang Xuanqing carefully felt the intensity of the aura, and the further he went, the richer it became, and Wang Xuanqing walked forward.

After walking for dozens of minutes, he still didn't find the location of the spiritual spring, Wang Xuanqing sat down and began to cultivate, he couldn't be blind, if he couldn't find it, he had to restore the spiritual energy first, the spiritual energy would be consumed, if the spiritual energy was exhausted. The Tribulation Realm is equivalent to a martial arts actor, and an immortal cultivator in the refining realm can kill him.

For example, the minimum aura required to go out of the mortal realm is one thousand, so you have to absorb one thousand aura in the body in the late stage of the refining realm, and then you can break through the level and step into the mortal realm.

For example, the aura contained in your body now is one hundred, and the aura required to launch a sword intent decision is ten, then you can only launch ten sword intent decisions. When you run out of aura, a person with only ten auras can make two moves with you.

Therefore, aura is the foundation of cultivation, if you have a thousand aura, then the sword intent launched with a hundred aura can only make you regress.

"Step, step!"

The sound of the branch breaking came into the ears of Wang Xuanqing and Xiaoxi, and when Wang Xuanqing opened his eyes, he found that the fog around him was white.

"When the forest is deep and the fog is up, I see the deer," Wang Xuanqing said silently in his heart.

"Jingle-bum-"

"Ahh

Wang Xuanqing immediately pinched the exercise, "Tremor Technique!" This is an exercise to defend against sonic attacks. Isolated from the sound, Xiaoxi slowly stood up. The sound continued, as if it was coming from all directions, making it impossible to determine the direction.

"That immortal is here, under Wang Xuanqing, please forgive me if you disturb!" Wang Xuanqing shouted at the white mist.

"Heh, Wang Xuanqing, isn't it amazing?"

A light bell-like female voice was sent into Wang Xuanqing's headphones through the white mist.

"I don't know where I offended the girl, and I asked the girl to point it out?" Wang Xuanqing said.

"Heh—point out, you're in my territory, and you want me to point it out?" said Bailu with a chuckle,

"For the sake of the fog, you are a white deer. Wang Xuanqing said coldly,

"You actually know me?" Bailu was slightly shocked, for thousands of years, no one had seen her true body, and she died in this white mist.

"Morning Mist, there is only one spirit beast that has ever cultivated, and that is the ancient divine beast, the white deer. This lineage has been inherited, but this morning mist is by no means very orthodox. ”

"At first, I wasn't sure if it was the morning mist, but your voice was exactly the same as that old friend of mine....." Wang Xuanqing said as he looked at the tall figure that emerged through the white mist.

"Why do you know so much about our Bai family's exercises. "Then the white deer ran to Wang Xuanqing at once,

Tall, snow-white hair without a trace of stains, the two tree-shaped horns have the power to open the mountain, and the spiritual rhyme on the body is also extremely comfortable, this is not a spirit beast, but a divine beast with the blood of the gods.

"Bai family, didn't your ancestor tell you that the Xuanqing Immortal Venerable of Qingcheng Pavilion?" Wang Xuanqing looked at Bailu and said.

"You came out of Qingcheng Pavilion?" Bai Lu asked as he looked at Wang Xuanqing.

"Speak in your human form. Wang Xuanqing glanced at Bailu.

A light mist blew, and the girl in white stood in place. Looking at Wang Xuanqing, the girl's face is exquisite, her fair skin is like a doll, and she is tall. The black hair hangs down her waist, she is a fairy who really does not eat the fireworks of the world, and Xiaoxi is also a little eclipsed in front of her.

These two, one is like a lady's sister next door, and the other is like Lori's sister next door.

"Did you come out of Qingcheng Pavilion?Are you also a spirit beast?Why don't you have the breath of a spirit beast?" Bailu stepped forward and asked Wang Xuanqing,

"One, I'm not a spirit animal. Second, I am close friends with your ancestors. Three, I also know the morning fog. Wang Xuanqing looked at this white deer who was about the same height as him and said.

"My ancestor, how long have you lived?" Bailu asked in shock, she had lived for a thousand years, and her father and grandfather had thousands of years. Can this person live that long? Why is his cultivation so low after living for so long?

"Tens of thousands of years," Wang Xuanqing said lightly,

"Then why is your cultivation so low?" Bai Lu asked, she was all cultivators who had entered the Divine Realm, and this person was in the middle stage of the Cultivation Realm. He has lived for tens of thousands of years, so he can blow.

"It's been rebuilt," Wang Xuanqing said.

"Shameless fanatic!" Bai Lu knew that the person in front of her was lying to her, just to escape from under his hands, and struck Wang Xuanqing with one palm.

"Bang!"

Wang Xuanqing's reaction speed can be said to be a thief's speed, and the sword resisted, but he was still shot far away, and a mouthful of blood spit on the ground.

"Is it all about going to war without saying a word now?" Wang Xuanqing asked as he looked at Bailu.

"One, if you enter my territory, you should die, two, you just lied to me, a person who has lived for tens of thousands of years will not be less than a cultivator who has entered the divine realm, and third, my ancestors told me that people now know archaeology and know about the past, and if there are not enough cultivators looking for us, then kill them. Bailu said in Wang Xuanqing's tone.

Wang Xuanqing raised his eyebrows, this ancestral training is really comprehensive enough. Glancing at the white deer, he stood up and plunged the Streamer Red Blood Sword into the ground.

Wang Xuanqing sealed his hands, silently recited the mantra, and forcibly pinched the morning mist, he knew that he could only prove himself in front of this white deer, and he couldn't beat him and couldn't run away. The more Wang Xuanqing thought about it, the more aggrieved he felt, he was so talented that he was equally divided among several geniuses.

Now, how can you run into a spirit beast that can't be beaten, and you can't beat a spirit beast. This made Wang Xuanqing very aggrieved, and it seemed that he was going to find some elixir to assist in alchemy. I have to find some treasures to enhance my strength, otherwise, with such a cultivation speed, there is no hole card in my hand, what if there is a power from a thousand years ago that day to kill him?

The fog is getting bigger and bigger, and green tendons have begun to appear on Wang Xuanqing's head.

Bai Lu looked at the white mist that was even thicker than she had made, and was shocked again, this was the morning mist.

"You're really going to be in the morning fog!" Bailu said to Wang Xuanqing.

"Believe it. Wang Xuanqing lifted the morning fog decision, a mouthful of blood sprayed on the ground, and forcibly operated the morning fog decision, and the aura had already been devoured.