Chapter 152: South of the Central Domain - Xiuzhen Family

No one knew that the moment the Heavenly Demon appeared, someone else had discovered the traces of this Heavenly Demon. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Is it my brother's breath?" In a dark and lightless castle, a girl's excited voice came out.

But before there was any movement, the sound of a bumper sounded, and it was an old woman who made a move.

"Aunt Qi, let me out, I'm going to save my brother. Qianrou let out a voice of struggle and begging.

But Aunt Qi didn't care, her face revealed a hint of firmness, and she directly knocked Qianrou unconscious.

put Qianrou on the bed, looking at Qianrou, the old woman's eyes revealed a hint of doting, "Silly girl, Aunt Qi won't let you go." Last time, you haven't digested what you absorbed, and if you go again, your life will be in danger. Aunt Qi, I can't let you be so threatening. I'd like to see your brother. ”

When the old woman said the last sentence, her tone became stern. In her heart, the old woman had already known Qianrou as her own daughter. The last time she did such a dangerous thing, she felt a trace of anger in her heart. This time, I want to go.

If she had the opportunity, she would like to meet Qianrou's brother and ask, as a man, do you always want women to protect her?

This sentence, Bu Yuntian can't hear it. If he heard, the machismo in his heart would explode again. To have strength, who wants to do this!

There is a small town next to an ancient mountain forest, and the people of the town are almost all mortals.

"Big brother, I have to come and see it, I have to come and see it. The village chief's grandfather said that he was hopeless, I really don't know why the eldest brother still kept him and sent someone to take care of him?" a young man of eleven or twelve sneaked into a room.

With a bang, I accidentally rushed too fast and hit a table next to me, making a noise.

The boy looked around, then at a man of seventeen or eighteen years old who was lying on the bed.

Seeing that he didn't wake up, the young man suddenly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, "What the village chief's grandfather said is really right, he is really a living dead, and he didn't even hear such a loud noise." I, Meng Li, want to see what a fire-dead man looks like?"

Meng Li's eyes showed great interest, and he slowly approached the young man lying on the bed.

First of all, this young man is very good-looking, his skin is also very white, his clothes are different, and he still has Meng Li's indescribable temperament.

"Sure enough, it's the living dead. Meng Li circled around the young man several times, and made a loud noise, but the young man still didn't wake up, and his breath was still calm. If you let ordinary people look at it, they are absolutely no different from living people, but the body is alive, but the consciousness is not clear, and it is no different from a dead person. This is a kind of living dead.

"This is?" Meng Li's eyes lit up slightly, and he saw a beautiful ring in the young man's hand.

He remembered that last time, Wang Daxiong, the child of the old king next door, gave Xiaohua a ring. Then Xiaohua played with the big bear and stopped playing with him.

"This ring is much better than the ring that Wang Daxiong gave him. Now, Xiaohua will definitely play with me, and will no longer play with that big stupid bear. Meng Li seemed to think of something, a happy smile appeared on his face, and then he stretched out his hand to pick up the ring.

A handful, hey, can't be taken off. Again, hey, I still can't get rid of it.

"Hmph. Meng Li snorted, the cow's temper came up, and he stood directly on the bed, pulling the ring with both hands, and exerting his strength to feed, like pulling out grass, and his little face instantly turned red. However, what Meng Li didn't notice was the young man below, his eyelashes moved slightly, and he seemed to be about to wake up.

However, what Meng Li didn't know was that the people in the village had already had an idea about this ring.

But even the village chief, the only monk in the village, couldn't take it down. Cut with a knife, it is the knife that is broken, not the finger. Everyone thought that this young man was not simple, and some said that this young man was unknown, and suggested that he throw it away. But Meng Li's eldest brother, Meng Yao, read poetry and books, overcame all difficulties, and left this young man to take care of him with his heart.

"Little baby, do you want this ring?" the young man suddenly said.

At first, Meng Li didn't care about it and continued to hold it, but the more he thought about it, the more wrong it became, and he was the only one here. How could there be any other voice?, and then he thought of a possibility, and his face turned pale, and he looked down to meet the young man's smiling eyes.

"Fraudulent corpse !!" Meng Li let out an exclamation, immediately jumped out of bed, and quickly left the room with a crawl.

"I'm not going to die so easily, it's just ......" The young man's face was strange, and then he became sad.

Supporting his body with his hands, Bu Yuntian slowly sat up, and at this moment he felt that his body was extremely fragile, the weakest he had ever been. My legs are like cripples, and I can't move at all. Unless his dantian is completely restored.

At the dantian, the big tree grown from the thunder spirit root is gone, but there is an extra big tree in the same place, and this big tree reveals a strong breath of life elements, but the figure of the whole tree is very illusory. Taichu wrapped around it, and his face showed a comfortable look.

Streams of energy emanated from the big tree, and the broken dantian was being repaired little by little, but it would take a long time to repair. The nine-veined fruit was also connected to the big tree, but it was still dim at the moment. But on the ninth line of the fruit, there is a trace of fine lines.

This tree was the illusory shadow of the World Tree that Bu Yuntian had comprehended at the beginning, but now it had become his spiritual root tree.

"It's not as strong as it used to be. Bu Yuntian's brows furrowed slightly. The dantian had been damaged, and there was really not much spiritual energy he could use. Before the dantian was repaired, he could cultivate, but his cultivation could not be improved.

The so-called cultivation is only to feed the new World Tree. It is still an illusory shadow, and only by condensing it can the energy be transmitted to the fruit through the branches, and the fruit can grow.

But the World Tree feels a bit like a bottomless pit for Bu Yuntian, and he can't fill it no matter how much he fills it. The only benefit, eating spirit stones, will not affect the quality of one's aura.

"Looks like we'll have to find a way to get a lot of spirit stones. Bu Yuntian looked thoughtful, and then shouted, Long Laosan.

The remnant soul of a dragon emerged directly from the air, looking at Bu Yuntian, his eyes were full of strong resentment, not to Bu Yuntian, but to Nie Xiaoqian.

On that day, Nie Xiaoqian gave Long Laosan to Bu Yuntian, and also warned Long Laosan not to take Bu Yuntian badly. Otherwise, when she woke up, she would definitely not be able to spare him.

But Long Laosan is not a fuel-efficient lamp, he is an ancient immortal dragon, and if he is treated like this, he will rise up and fight.

"Your Royal Highness, just wait and be called, your man a whore. I, Long Laosan, will never take him badly. Thinking of something, Long Laosan made a very obscene sound.

Bu Yuntian also looked at Long Laosan, his brows furrowed. He also heard some deeds from Nie Xiaoqian. It's just that now Nie Xiaoqian has become more weak, and the breath in the necklace is very weak. He also wanted to find a more powerful Yin Soul in the clouds.

"What kind of place is this?" Bu Yuntian opened his mouth in a commanding tone, he didn't have much affection for Long Laosan, a lewd dragon.

Although Long Laosan was a little unhappy in his heart, he didn't dare to be presumptuous, Bu Yuntian was now the master of the Ghost Domain, and he was in control of his life, his tone was very respectful, and he said flatteringly: "Bu Shao, this is still in the Middle Domain, but it is opposite to the location of the Holy Heavenly Sect." ”

As soon as he heard this, Bu Yuntian also understood his position, and he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, as long as it was in the middle domain, if it was in other continents, it would be troublesome.

The central region is divided into five places, east, west, north, south, and middle, and all four sides are bordered by the center. The Holy Heavenly Sect is located in the north, so his current location is in the south.

Then, his brow furrowed slightly, and he remembered what he had seen before. The situation in the south is different from that in the north, but it may be a good opportunity for him.

In the north, there are only two major sects, the Holy Sword Sect and the Holy Heaven Sect to divide the entire north. The south side is different, it is the strength of the Xiuzhen family.

The Xiuzhen family has few personnel, and the management is relatively weak, and the entire south is also relatively chaotic. Some Xiuzhen families arose, and some Xiuzhen families were destroyed, which happened from time to time, and no one cared much about it. Unless something happened to the relatively large Xiuzhen family, they would not care.

The Xiuzhen family in the south of the entire Central Domain is like a pyramid, the top layer is always supreme, and they don't care about what happens at the bottom at all, as long as they don't threaten their status.

The strongest Xiuzhen family in the south, there is only one family at the top of the pyramid, the family surname is Xuanyuan, and the family is called the Xuanyuan Holy Clan.

The south is chaotic, the Xiuzhen family is in an alliance, living in this area, but for some people, it is indeed an opportunity.

Only in troubled times can heroes be produced, and only wise men can be produced in prosperous times.

After exchanging a few words with Long Laosan again, Bu Yuntian also learned about some of the things that happened during the time he was asleep. Someone saved him. didn't talk for long, but Long Laosan's figure was hidden, because someone came.

Click, the door was opened, and a white-faced young man with a strong scholarly smell walked in, looked at Bu Yuntian, his eyes showed a hint of surprise, and then he returned to his calmness, and gave a salute: "Meng Yao has seen Daoyou." Just now, my brother was reckless, and I hope that fellow Daoists will not be surprised. ”

Bu Yuntian didn't answer immediately, from Long Laosan's words, he knew that it was Meng Yao who saved him, and he had a good feeling in his heart. Seeing Meng Yao's current appearance, he felt even more. He is also a lover of reading.

It's just that this title, it's a little strange to give way to Yuntian, Meng Yao is indeed no different from a mortal. However, he was in the spiritual root, and for some reason he didn't cultivate.

Seeing that Bu Yuntian didn't answer, Meng Yao just wanted to say something, but suddenly broke in.

The man's face was frightened, and there was still a trace of fear in his eyes, and he said anxiously: "Those people came, and they regretted it, thinking that our things were not enough. refuses to give us a quota for cultivating immortals. ”

A trace of anger flashed in Meng Yao's eyes, and then he regained his composure, looked at Bu Yuntian, and gave another salute, "Fellow Daoist, I'll lose my company first." ”

After saying that, the two left in a hurry.

Bu Yuntian was aware of his body, and the scene outside clearly appeared in front of them.

The three young men who practiced qi at the seventh or eighth level, wearing the same costume, and a very special symbol, there was an old man lying on the ground, and in the early stage of qi training, there were many mortals around.

"Control the number of immortal cultivators, and hurt mortals at will?" Buyun Tiandao, his tone became cold, and there was a trace of anger.

Then he thought about it, and his eyes flickered, "Maybe this is a good opportunity." (To be continued.) )