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"Hmph, hum!~ This is just the primary method of a cultivator, and below, let you see the real supernatural power below. Xuanji Zhenren slowly stretched out his wide right palm, five fingers facing the sky, the palm was slightly grasped, and at the same time, a faint blue light appeared out of thin air, like the natural luster of jewelry, slowly circulating on the skin of the palm that was as rough as rotten wood, reflecting a very beautiful spot of light.

With the strength of the force, a long sword slowly emerged from the palm of the old Taoist priest, and the sword body flashed with a cold light.

Under Shen Chong's gaze, Xuanji Zhen's mouth snapped lightly, grasped the long sword, and then his body slowly danced with a unique rhythm: "The spirit is the essence of a person, the body is the appearance of a person, the knowledge is the mouth and ears of a person, and the thought is the image of a person...... The way to cultivate the truth lies in knowing the ontology, understanding the spiritual knowledge, cultivating the mind, learning from nature, and pursuing the great avenue ......"

With the dancing of his body and the chanting in his mouth, countless stars appeared out of thin air from all around, slowly converging towards Xuanji's real person, chasing the tip of his dancing sword, like a meteor. And Xuanji Zhenren also began to emit an endless cold brilliance.

Under the faint darkness of the sky, Xuanji's movements were fast and slow, and a little bright star on the tip of the sword reflected with his own dazzling light like the bright moon, forming a strange scene of stars and moons.

After a strange step under his feet, Xuanji's real sword pointed at the sky and shouted: "Lone Star with the Moon!"

At that moment, Shen Chong experienced a mysterious feeling of merging with heaven and earth from the ridiculous-looking strange Taoist priest, and at the same time, he also found that the mysterious power that restricted his actions had disappeared.

"How!" Xuanji Zhenren smiled and walked up to Shen Chong.

"Dao Chang is amazing!" Shen Chong gave a thumbs up, and then turned around to leave.

No matter how brilliant a deception is, it is also a deception. Parents brought their experience of being deceived when they were children, so that Shen Chong would not easily trust others.

"I can't imagine that the stinky boy is so stubborn...... Xuanji Zhenren frowned, and immediately his figure was illusory, and he stopped in front of Shen Chong again.

"Daoist, you won't be embarrassed and angry and rude to me!?" Shen Chong clasped his hands on his shoulders and pretended to be frightened by being violated.

"Hmph, I can't believe it, you stinky boy......" As she spoke, Xuanji Zhenren stretched out a finger and pointed directly at the middle of Shen Chong's forehead.

That finger seemed to be slow and fast, and Shen Chong couldn't dodge it at all, and then he felt a stream of heat pass from the middle of the other party's finger.

Xuanji Zhenren may have been unintentional, but the position of one finger just hit a small scar on Shen Chong's forehead.

This scar appeared after Shen Chong was struck by a thunderbolt when he was 8 years old.

Xuanji Zhenren slowly withdrew his fingers, and his eyes turned cold: "Also, you are not allowed to call Zai Xia as Dao Leader in the future, you must respect Zai Xia as Xuanji Zhenren's senior!"

Shen Chong rubbed his hot forehead angrily, looking dissatisfied: "Hanging... Hanging chicken is a real person, right, what kind of demon did you do to me...... Oops! It hurts!"

Before he finished speaking, Shen Chong was hit by the other party on the top of his head, and Xuanji Zhenren corrected: "I also want to add the word senior!"

"Okay, okay, I'm afraid of you! Hanging chicken real senior, then you slowly take advantage of the cool here, boy, I still have something to do, I have to go first, you are not allowed to chase it anymore!" After speaking, Shen Chong ran in the direction of home without looking back, and muttered in a low voice as he ran: "Senior!?senior, your sister, God is chattering, I can't provoke you, can't I still hide?"

Although Shen Chong's muttering voice was small, Xuanji Zhenren, as a powerful cultivator, had very good hearing.

This stinky boy, when you come to my door in a few days, I will teach you how to learn to respect the elders of the sect. Xuanji Zhenren gently twisted her slender mustache, smiling and watching Shen Chong's figure gradually disappear into the street where the lights were first shining.

The autumn night was slightly cool, and a round of jade plates hung high in the air, paving a layer of faint silver glow to the quiet Jiuyang City.

At this point, most of the junior high school students are already asleep, even Shen Chong is no exception.

"Ah sneeze~~" Shen Chong, who was leaning on the bed, sneezed, and then turned around and continued to sleep, but he was shirtless and did not cover the quilt.

In the dark room, Shen Chong frowned. Although he was sleepy, the slight coolness on his body was intertwined with a hot current on his forehead, which made him very uncomfortable.

"Wow~~!Burn me!!" He jumped up from the bed suddenly. At this time, the place in the middle of his forehead that was hit by Xuanji's real finger was as hot as fire, and the temperature continued to rise.

"Oops, it must be the old witchcraft of hanging chickens, hot! hot! It's going to catch fire!" Shen Chong was so hot that he scratched his ears and cheeks, and at the same time he was scared to death, he didn't know if he would be burned like this.

Suddenly, like mercury pouring on the ground, the hot sensation in the middle of the forehead disappeared in an instant. Shen Chong gasped and lay down on the bed, it was so dangerous just now, he had a feeling that as long as the temperature continued to rise for a while, he would definitely die.

No! Shen Chong, who had just relaxed, became nervous again, as a cold feeling replaced the high temperature and slowly appeared on his forehead.

At first, the coolness after being roasted by the high temperature was quite enjoyable for him, but as time went by, the coldness became thicker and thicker, and it became more and more abundant, until the final cold was biting.

"Come on, ice and fire are intertwined, you want to play me to death!" Shen Chong made full use of the principle of friction and heat generation, rubbing his forehead vigorously, wanting to relieve the cold. But the biting cold temperature still penetrated the little skin on his forehead, piercing like an ice pick, and stabbing his head painfully.

The icy temperature disappeared again without warning, and Shen Chong collapsed on the bed exhausted, his chest rose and fell violently like a bellows, and he didn't forget to curse in his mouth: "Your sister's hanging chicken is old, and she almost killed the master......"

That position is exactly where Xuanji Zhenren pointed out in the evening.

Next, a scene that surprised Shen Chong even more happened.

After a feeling of emptiness that seemed to have been drained of his soul, Shen Chong saw a faint blue mist of light slowly emerging from his body, and then, the mist of light squirmed and rose, and slowly differentiated into two human figures.

The mist around the two humanoids continued to surge, gathering more and more thickly, and then, under Shen Chong's stunned gaze, shapes such as facial features, hair, accessories, and clothes also appeared in the corresponding positions one by one, slowly clear, until finally the slightest detail appeared, which looked very realistic.

In just a few minutes, the light mist that emerged from his body turned into two stunning girls, and Shen Chong at this time was already so shocked that he lost his ability to think.

The two women who existed in the form of light and mist were both seventeen or eighteen years old, with round and soft faces, a towering nose, jade lips like beads, and their whole bodies exuding a holy temperament that no other woman can have.

The hair of the two women is coiled on the top of the head and then falls behind the back, one reaches the back, and the other reaches the hips, both of which are hairstyles that Shen Chong has never seen before, but they look very good-looking and noble.

Shen Chong couldn't help but look stupid, and even when the eyelashes of the two women trembled slightly, and when they opened their eyes that had been closed, they were reluctant to withdraw their gaze.

Whew, the beaded lips opened lightly, the two women exhaled a long breath, their towering breasts began to rise and fall, and their big pupils also regained their agility and vitality.

"Rain Kite!"

"Her Royal Highness Princess Xuanyun!?"

The two women discovered each other at the same time, and there was a hint of surprise in their eyes for the rest of their lives.

These two women who suddenly appeared were the two women of the fairy world.

A woman's name is Xuan Yun, and she is the daughter of Xuan Xuan, the immortal emperor of the fairy world.

Another woman's name is Yu Kite, who is Xuanyun's maid.

There are two Lei Yuan spirit beads, one cyan and one white.

The two orbs were stolen, and in order to regain the orbs, Immortal Emperor Xuanxuan launched a powerful attack, shattering the void of the fairy world, and accidentally destroyed the bodies of his own daughter Xuanyun, Xuanyun's maid Yukite, Xuanyun's admirer Zuo Yifeng, and treasure thief Shen Tukun.

At that time, in order to protect Xuan Yun, Zuo Yifeng stepped forward to block when the attack energy was dissipating. Although the souls of Xuan Yun and Yu Kite were preserved, Zuo Yifeng's souls were broken.

Even Immortal Emperor Xuanxuan didn't know that the two Thunder Source Spirit Beads actually had the effect of absorbing souls.

At that time, the cyan Lei Yuan Spirit Bead sucked into the souls of Zuo Yifeng, Xuan Yun, and Yu Kite.

The white one sucked into Shen Tukun's soul.

The two orbs were sucked in together by the spatial turbulence in the spatial rift.

The cyan orb, after drifting in the spatial turbulence for nearly a thousand, suddenly fell into the mortal realm, turned into heavenly thunder, and struck the 8-year-old demented child Xiao Shen Chong.

Then, the orb remained in Shen Chong's head, and Shen Chong regained his senses. In the past few years, the treasure bead has long been closely integrated with Shen Chong's body.

Originally, during the thousands of years that the cyan orb had been floating in the space turbulence, the souls of Xuan Yun and the two daughters of the rain kite were sleeping quietly in the orb, slowly recovering at the speed of self-repair. Even in the 6 years that Lei Yuan Lingzhu chose his own handicapped child, Xiao Shen Chong, the recovery speed of their true spirits was only slightly accelerated.

After all, Shen Chong was an ordinary person, and he couldn't provide the aura that the two girls needed to wake up.

Unexpectedly, this afternoon, Shen Chong met Xuanji Zhenren by chance, and received a Yuan Spirit Qi from him, and the souls of the two women immediately absorbed the Yuan Spirit Qi like plants that have been in drought and rain for a long time, and woke up with that bit of power.

Xuanji Zhenren's Yuan Spirit Qi, although it did not open Shen Chong's spiritual wisdom as expected, it allowed Xuanyun's second daughter to wake up in advance, which can be regarded as a great help.

But Zuo Yifeng's soul is broken, but he will never be able to wake up. Fortunately, this mutilated soul is still useful. It was by absorbing Zuo Yifeng's crippled soul that Xiao Shen Chong, who was demented at the beginning, was able to regain his intelligence.

Looking at each other, the eyes of the two women were full of inexplicable joy, and they were both glad to be resurrected again after countless silences.

In the mouth of a cultivator, the soul is a person's true self, so it is also called the true spirit. The true spirit is the soul.

As long as the true spirit is immortal, it is not impossible to regain cultivation to the original level, although it is difficult.

"Who are you!?" Xuan Yun suddenly found Shen Chong, who was a nymphomaniac on the side, frowned, and gave birth to a trace of coercion out of thin air.

"I... I... I'm Shen Chong!" Faced with the inquiry of a woman as beautiful as a fairy, Shen Chong stammered his name, and he only knew that he looked at the other party's delicate face, and the whole person looked demented.

Although his mind was blank, deep in his heart, Shen Chong had an inexplicable feeling for the woman in front of him, which carried a trace of pity, a trace of love and a hint of expectation, and it was also mixed with the joy of reunion after a long absence. As for the equally beautiful rain kite on the side, Shen Chong didn't feel this way.

Shen Chong, who was at a loss, naturally couldn't understand Zuo Yifeng, who was willing to sacrifice his life to protect the other party, and the love for Xuan Yun from the bottom of his heart. It was also the crippled true spirit after Zuo Yifeng's body fell, which gave Shen Chong intelligence, and also made Shen Chong have an inexplicable love for Xuan Yun in his heart.

The love of the previous life has undergone great changes and even at the cost of death, but it is still hard to remember.