The corners of his mouth rose slightly, Murong Tian's actions just now really made people laugh, but he endured it just now because he was suffering from his feelings. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Murong Tian's appearance just now, I'm afraid that it was love at first sight for that Wen Ziran Daoyou, I saw this appearance once upon a time"

Qin Tian reclined on the couch, his eyes looked at the roof, showed a faint smile, and said to himself.

In Wen Ziran's room on the side, Wen Ziran lifted the white futon, his face was pale, there was no trace of blood, but there was a slightly excited look in his eyes, and he forcibly moved his body with a sharp pain, and his chest was stuffy.

"Ahem"

The left hand covered his chest, his white lips seemed to be coated with a layer of foundation, which was terrifying, and his right hand was clenched into a fist and put it to his mouth, and he coughed dryly twice, which seemed to be much better.

With his feet on the ground, his body leaned, he sat on the couch, remembering what had happened today, and his eyes flashed with light. Reach for the storage bag.

Handily took out a pill bottle from the storage bag, a white ancient mirror, put the white ancient mirror aside, picked up the pill bottle, poured it in the palm of his hand, and suddenly a white elixir appeared in the big hand of the futon.

A fragrance, with a hint of freshness, hit down the nose, two fingers picked up the white elixir, sent it to the pale lips, the lips pursed, only to hear a grunt, the white elixir down the throat.

A hint of sweetness, with a hint of bitterness, a pure aura, constantly swimming in the body, the original almost exhausted mana, is recovering rapidly, I believe that in two days at most, it can be restored as before.

Feeling that the mana is constantly recovering, it seems to be able to urge the weak mana, and he easily holds the white ancient mirror in his hand, and injects the mana into the white ancient mirror, and suddenly, the white light on the mirror is swirling, emitting a faint light, illuminating the dim room.

The white mirror floated in the air, humming, and the dazzling light converged into a ribbon that poured diagonally on the ground.

Wen Ziran's expression was focused, his eyes were always fixed on the light on the ground, motionless, like a wooden man, as if waiting for something.

The Star Palace, which occupies the realm where the human race's aura is most abundant, contains sufficient aura, can be described as a treasure land for cultivation, and it is also the sect that all monks dream of.

No matter the elixir, spirit stones, magic weapons, and resources here, the resources are extremely sufficient, and countless monks have come here, but they have been isolated by the formations set up outside, and they have been trapped for several months before letting them go, and over time, it has become a forbidden place among monks.

The mountains are majestic, overlapping, undulating, a huge white building that looks like white jade, cut into a huge white building, rooted in the middle of the mountains, extremely conspicuous, surrounded by the gurgling of the stream, from time to time to make a murmuring sound.

The surrounding white mist spreads around, like a fairy, and the gorgeous huge white building, like a palace, is a place of beautiful scenery, like a fairyland on earth.

An old man with gray hair, fairy wind bones, seems to be weak and impervious, but it seems to contain great strength, exuding a faint majesty, not angry but mighty, wearing a white robe with wide sleeves and white robes, with his feet crossed, his hands folded, and he sat on the white futon with a serene expression, and a white ancient mirror was placed on the side.

"Buzz"

The white mirror emits a white glow and buzzes.

The old man opened his eyebrows slightly, his eyebrows rose slightly, and with a wave of his big hand, an aura flew out and drilled into the white ancient mirror, and the light on the mirror was great, gathering together, refracting a white light on the ground.

A picture appeared on the ground, a pale-faced man, sitting on the couch, with a little excitement in his expression, saw the old man, his face was respectful, and he bowed.

"Hey, Ziran, the deity asked you to go to Tianyue Sect to investigate, why did you become like this, could it be that you encountered a strong enemy and forcibly used your illusion magic power to become like this?"

The old man stroked his white beard, let out a soft sigh, looked surprised, and said in a light tone.

The said strong enemy is naturally the great monk of the Yuan Infant Stage, after all, Wen Ziran's magical powers, the old man can be said to be clear and qualified.

"Your Excellency, the disciple is incompetent, this appearance is given by a Jindan monk, the disciple boasts that he is difficult to meet opponents, but he has no choice but to fight today, and he has learned a heavy lesson"

Wen Ziran lowered his head slightly, looking sluggish, his mind and body were hit by a double blow, his heart sank to the bottom, and there was a faint sense of shame in his tone.

"Jindan Period? Ziran will slowly explain the detailed process of the fighting method to the deity, and the deity wants to see what kind of divine can cultivate a disciple who is more outstanding than the deity?"

Zun Shang suddenly stopped the movements in his hand, his face was stunned, he lasted for a moment, came back to his senses, and said sharply in a surprised tone.

"The disciple obeyed, the disciple found a Jin Dan period, with a very heavy anger, it seems to have killed a lot of Terran monks, Xiaosheng instinctively rejected, and later bumped into this monk, Xiaosheng wanted to teach him a lesson, the two began to fight, and then ―――――――――― (omitting hundreds of words here) Xiaosheng was defeated in a daze, defeated"

Wen Ziran's eyebrows danced, saliva flew horizontally, sometimes dancing with his hands, sometimes emotional, depicting the fighting method vividly, shocking, and making people feel hearty when they heard it.

"This son's supernatural power is really weird, the third eye that opened, if the deity guessed well, it is a kind of demonic supernatural power, this kind of supernatural power has almost disappeared, and it actually appeared at this moment, the demonic energy, with the defeat of the demon race, also disappeared, it is difficult to understand, the most puzzling thing is that this son actually controlled the demonic qi and forged the body, even if it was a demon monk, it was also timid, and people couldn't figure it out"

Zun Shang stroked his white beard, a pair of eyes were cloudy and uncertain, and he kept turning, but his heart was extremely shocked, and his face did not show the slightest expression, and he said lightly.

"Demon power? This son controls the demonic energy? Could it be that this son is a descendant of the demon race? With the blood of the demon race, can he use the demonic energy to forge the flesh?"

Wen Ziran grabbed the jade flute in his hand, his face showed an emotional look, and a hand holding the jade flute trembled slightly, and said sharply.

Since childhood, I have been familiar with reading jade slips, when the human race and the demon race fought, there were countless fallen monks, and the bones were strong, and I hated the demon monks from the bottom of my heart, so it was so.

"Ziran, why do you need to be so angry? How many times has the deity been taught, anger will make people lose their minds and judgment, how can the deity rest assured that this star palace will be entrusted to you? Do you still remember the deity asked you to go to the Tianyue Sect? Have you ever left it behind?"

His Majesty folded his feet and stood up from the futon, with a serious face, old-fashioned, and shouted.

"The disciple knows his mistakes, the lesson of the Venerable is that the disciple remembers it in his heart, and he does not dare to forget, and the Venerable Sect asked the disciple to go to the Tianyue Sect to find the powerful monk who has come back after hundreds of years, follow the auxiliary left and right, and do not leak the news, and now that this son appears, I am afraid that the situation is much more complicated than imagined."

Wen Ziran's expression was condensed, he bowed and saluted, and replied one by one.

It seems that he still has Qin Tian in his heart, and he mentions it again inexplicably, which is really incomprehensible.

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