Roof, and roof.

Miaoyun dragged He Yi and flew straight to the top of a hundred-foot-high cyan glazed tile building before stopping.

This made him wonder, is it true that the powerful women of Zhongcheng City like to talk on the roof?

But fortunately, this is the roof, and in broad daylight, she won't do anything overdone.

He was thinking that Miao Yun had already grabbed his shoulders and pressed him to sit on the middle ridge of the cyan roof, then pulled up the hem of his skirt, sat down beside him, and said, "He Yi, do you hate me, or ...... Think I'm dirty?"

There is no seductive flirtation in her tone, and the charm is naturally useless, exuding only the mature charm that exists in itself. He Yi was a little relieved to see that she finally looked like an ordinary person, thought about this question, and replied: "I can't talk about it yet, it's just that you are like this, I am a little ......"

"Scared, huh?" She turned her face and exhaled in his ear, and inadvertently revealed the true colors of the red demon girl. But she quickly took it back, sat up straight and said, "Actually, I like you a lot." Brother He Yi, can you tell my sister where you are from and what you are doing in Zhonggu City?"

"I'm from the Spiritual Void......" He didn't hide it, and it wasn't a secret anyway. From the origin to the purpose, he could tell it all, including Shen Feishuang's use of the Soul Snatcher Soul Seeking Wine to help him subdue the golden eagle. And when listening to him, Miaoyun also sat honestly all the time, and did not make any outrageous moves towards him.

“...... Then the golden eagle asked me to grab the holy water in a few days when the Holy King gave him the medicine, and give him the holy water. ”

"Holy water ......," she muttered, and then smiled at him, "It's very simple." ”

“......”

Snatching a drop of water from the hands of a tens of thousands of yuan infant monks, it is estimated that she is comparable to Vientiane's subtle asceticism.

He Yi's face was speechless, but Miao Yun asked again: "Good brother, what kind of exercises are you practicing? Why hasn't this Solo Guo even heard of my sister." ”

"The Vilu Sutra. He replied, and immediately remembered the questions that had blurted out that day in the room of the Moon Worship Tower, opposite her red lips. His face was unnaturally hot, and he asked, "What kind of exercises are you practicing, and how can you still have Mei Gong in your body?" And that belt......

It's rare to meet a powerful fellow practitioner, if it weren't for her annoying behavior, He Yi would have thought she was a master senior, and I would have asked a few more questions.

Miao Yun hooked the corners of her mouth and smiled, her side face was very beautiful, and the bright red figure was even more dazzling red on the cyan glazed tiles.

Under He Yi's violent eyelids, she said while untying her belt: "My sister is not as lucky as you, she is practicing the "White Bone Incarnation Technique", this exercise can only be cultivated into the body of Dongxuan, can you penetrate the knowledge or my sister worked hard to survive, as for the oneness...... It's too hard. Also, my sister hasn't practiced any flattery, it's just a natural talent "born with flattery". It's because of this annoying talent that I ...... when I was ten years old."

With a faint sigh, she rolled the red silk belt in her hand, and said: "This belt is a magic weapon used by ascetics, and my sister worked hard to snatch it from a secret realm." For it, my sister's clothes have changed color. ”

"White bone incarnation technique, born with charming bones......" He Yi read, looking at Miaoyun's eyes a little strange.

When he cultivates the Vilu Sutra, his body will gradually transform into the true body of the Buddha Virujana, and Miao Yun's cultivation of the White Bone Incarnation Technique will not transform into a white bone?

Under everyone's glamorous appearance, there is a bitter side that no one knows.

Hearing his muttering, Miao Yun smiled and said, "This White Bone Transformation Technique is too low-level, it's useless at all, if it wasn't for the ...... My sister wouldn't be stupid enough to practice this kind of ugly and poisonous exercise. You see. ”

She handed the belt to her left hand, shook the red sleeve of her right hand to the crook of her arm, and then a white light appeared on her lotus arm. After the white light dissipated, the arm that was originally like jade and the palm of the hand had turned into a white bone!

"This is my sister's magical power, the White Bone Claw. Powerful is powerful, but the effect is too small, and it is ugly. ”

Miao Yun's elbow shook slightly, bringing gusts of cold wind and a howl that broke through the air. He Yi felt his skin tighten, and was startled by the terrifying edge on the white bone claws.

Putting away her magical powers, she laughed twice, and her fingers, which had recovered into soft flesh and blood, stroked the side of his face, and said angrily, "Are you afraid of me?"

He Yi couldn't help but tremble when he was touched by that soft finger, but he also knew that Miao Yun would not harm him, at most it was just a tease. So he replied, "Yes, but not because of your cultivation. ”

It can be seen that she is not here to embarrass him today, but purely wants to find someone to talk to. A woman who was born with a charming bone chose the white bone incarnation technique with a worrying future, but she has reached the peak position of Zhiwei today, and you can imagine how many hardships she has experienced in the middle.

There is no accident among the strong, they all have their own reasons for becoming stronger. Although the previous incident of worshipping the Moon Tower left a shadow in his heart, today's conversation with Miaoyun made him begin to admire her a little in his heart.

Provided, of course, that she no longer ......

"I am satisfied with your answer. Miao Yun stood up with a smile, and the red dress that had lost its belt fluttered in the wind on the roof, fully revealing its delicate curves. She took He Yi's hand, put the crumpled red silk in his palm, tightened his finger grip, and said, "Take it, borrow this for you for a few days, grab the holy water and return it." ”

After that, she stepped on the green tile and flew away, like a red firework, floating towards the world.

"This thing has been with my sister for more than 100 years, but you are not allowed to use it to do bad things~" The tempting voice sounded in his ears, and he couldn't help but be stunned, and then shook his head helplessly.

The red silk was as light as nothing in his hand, but its toughness was ridiculously strong! He felt it for a moment, and understood that this magic weapon only needed his mind to operate and could be used, which was very convenient for him.

The magic weapons of penance are different from ordinary magic weapons, they need to be soaked and refined with the master's blood for a long time before they can be sent and received freely. In normal times, ascetics usually carry their magic weapons close to their bodies to enhance their mutual understanding.

Thinking of this, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration and took out the firewood knife.

This firewood knife is also a magic weapon for penance, although it is broken, it is still indestructible, comparable to a high-grade immortal weapon!

Putting away the red silk, he flew off the roof and flew towards a "blacksmith shop" that he remembered walking by.

White Iron Furnace, a shop specializing in custom-made weapons and armor, can be crafted from ordinary swords to low-grade spirit treasures.

He took out the firewood knife and asked the shop man to write down the shape, customize a scabbard, and then ran to the "Weaving Cloud Workshop" not far away to measure his body and customize a suit.

Four days later, the two stores completed the order one after the other, and he also paid for a whole bottle of Suhuandan.

A set of clothes, loose style, hazel. It is said that it is the southern valley hemp silk, soaked in several rare materials made of liquid, full of toughness is not inferior to the magic weapon, wear it on the body does not feel tight, hands and feet can be retracted freely, when the shot can be opened and closed, but also breathable and cool, ordinary water and fire are difficult to hurt.

A scabbard, a dull and simple black iron appearance, without any floral decoration on the top, matches the appearance of the firewood knife itself. Although this scabbard has no power, it is harder than a low-grade spirit treasure, and if the strength is strong enough, it is very exciting to use it to smash people!

The two things are ready, and there is only one day left before the Holy King gives the medicine. He first went back to the inn of ignorance and slept for a while, and after recuperating his spirits, he changed into new clothes, and carried the firewood knife on his back, and then left the inn and flew directly towards the statue of the Holy King.

The statue of the Holy King is incomparably tall, like an optimus pillar, almost towering into the starry sky. Among the twenty-five areas divided by the sixteen avenues in Zhonggu City, the entire central one belongs to the statue of the Thousand-Faced Holy King. The base of the statue occupies an area of dozens of miles, and although the statue itself is not that large, the rest of the place is used as a flat square and is completely sufficient for activities and events such as the Holy King's medicine.

He Yi flew east from the west, and there were many Yuanying real people with him along the way, as for the non-Yuanying cultivators and ordinary people who went to watch, they had already rushed there as early as yesterday. The morning sun had just risen, and the huge statue of the Holy King was just between him and the sun, and golden light was projected from the edge of a thousand faces and eight arms, magnificent and sacred.

He watched from afar, and the height of the treasure bottle held by the Saint King in his first hand was almost as high as the Saint King's crown, that is, at least 33,000 zhang from the ground, more than 200 miles high!

Fighting within the range of Advection Gangfeng [Note 1] is quite difficult for Yuanying Zhenren, because it is necessary to use the True Yuan to protect himself from being harmed by Gangfeng, and at the same time to guard against tens of thousands of people with the same goal, the degree of energy and caution required can be imagined. But for He Yi, this is good news. Although the wind in the sky was strong, it couldn't really hurt him, at most it was just a little pressure.

However, the real battlefield is still inside the treasure bottle, Gangfeng has been from west to east for many years, and the mouth of the treasure bottle is also in the east, so its interior is naturally completely unaffected.

During the flight, He Yi took out the red silk with a faint fragrance of roses in the Sumeru ring and wrapped it around his wrist, in case he couldn't be distracted by the Sumeru ring when the battle was fierce, and he couldn't take it out.

During the three days of waiting for the clothes and scabbards to be made, he also had some basic understanding of this red silk and knew the general way to use it. The texture of this red silk itself is excellent, and it has been conceived by Miaoyun with its own essence and breath for more than a hundred years, in terms of strength and practicability, it is definitely not worse than the best spiritual treasure, if it is in her own hands, I am afraid it is better than the immortal weapon.

Half an hour later, the statue had gradually turned into a giant wall in its eyes. In the center of Zhonggu City, the square at the foot of the Thousand-Faced Saint King has gathered more than a million onlookers, although the place is large enough, but so many people gather together to say a word, it also seems a little noisy and noisy.

In the hundreds of miles of vast squares, the crowd is mainly divided into three parts. A group of participants closest to the statue, more than 10,000 Yuanying monks and demons; and then there are the largest and greatest millions of people; Of course, there are also masters above the god who are scattered all over the place, and even have risen into the air.

From Yu Feiyang's mouth, He Yi also understood the rules, and flew to the foot of the statue without waiting for a greeting among the ten thousand people.

This holy king's medicine has been developed for so many years, and it has already formed its own system, and every event will be presided over by the Vientiane Immortals, and its magic will be used to transfer the picture of the 30,000 zhang high in the sky to the onlookers on the ground.

The holy water was produced at noon, and the battle had already begun, and now there were less than two quarters of an hour left.

Immortal cultivators engage in such interesting activities, so naturally they don't have to explain them like the world. Almost everyone who can come here knows what they are doing, and even if someone doesn't know, just ask. At the moment, as soon as the time comes, the more than 10,000 infant monks and demons will fly towards the treasure bottle in the left hand of the Holy King, and most of the masters will go to the sky to watch it with their own eyes.

He Yi was just about to merge into the queue of competitors when he suddenly heard Miao Yun's charming shout.

"Good brother, come to my sister's place. ”

[Note 1 Explanation]: The stratosphere, in fact, can not be explained, mainly for fear of being complained about. The stratosphere of the earth is at an altitude of 10-55 kilometers above the ground, but the mountain and sea boundaries are relatively large, and they are not planetary, so they are different. Regarding the appearance of the mountain and sea realm and the fairy world, it will be explained later.