Chang'an, Netherworld Street.

Li Junhao appeared in a dead end out of thin air, and the clothes on his body directly turned into ashes. He squinted his eyes and looked up at the blue sky, looking at the radiant sun, and felt very gratified.

Lao Tzu Hu Hansan has come back from the Huangquan Prefecture! Of course, this is just thinking about it in his heart, he really shouted such a shameful slogan, and he really didn't have such a thick skin.

Looking at his right hand, he thought of the final transaction's Void Immortal blow, and he had a satisfied smile in his heart.

Combined power, a giant of eternity.

If you dare to come out, the master will teach you how to be a man! Lao Tzu is a man with a blow from a false immortal! He laughed a few times arrogantly in his heart. He estimated the hour, and Qianqian was afraid that she was going to fall asleep. I thought regretfully in my heart.

Humming a completely out-of-tune tune, he walked back to his lodgings generously, completely unconcerned about being spotted by the spies.

Nether pawnshop.

"I really don't know who laid the chess pieces, but it's a pity. The old man thought of the abnormality of Li Junhao's heart, shook his head, and sighed.

The old man immediately thought of the feng shui magician who had stolen the tomb of the Suiren clan, and his face turned black and said, "There is also that evil obstacle, which really needs to be sent to an old friend to deal with." ”

In the void where the Netherworld Pawnshop was located, a pair of huge eyes appeared at some point, and their size was unrememberable, staring at the Netherworld Pawnshop mercilessly.

"You little mouse, you're hiding here. ”

A cold female voice resounded through the void. Cold, ethereal.

The old man's face changed drastically, and he said hatefully: "How can this slut chase here." Don't. ”

The old man thought of what happened in Huangquan Difu in order to save Li Junhao, and his face was as ugly as pig's liver. What a scourge. scolded in his heart, and the old man was not ambiguous in his hands.

He walked the dragon snake with his right hand in the void pen.

"Hongmeng 3,000 guests, Zixiao talks about Dao fruit"

When the pen fell, the void trembled, and out of the three thousand illusory shadows, all of them had the cultivation of the Daotai Void Immortal. Its momentum soared into the sky, and the void cracked.

Then, a dilapidated palace appeared out of thin air, the palace was simple and atmospheric, and there was not much decoration, its Tao rhyme soared to the sky, evolving the heavens and thirty-six worlds, accompanied by innate gods and demons.

"Not enough. ”

If it is the real Hongmeng 3,000 guests, or Zixiao Palace, or she can still be taboo. But this is just a projection, so what's the fear!

With a cold snort, a pair of jade hands poked out from the void, covering the sky and the sun, like a world. With a squeeze of the jade hand, the phantom of the three thousand Hongmengke didn't even have time to struggle. It's like a worm, and it dies in response.

The palace is swaying, the divine light rises to the sky, with the Tao as the string and the void as the harp. The ancient and passionate war song was played, and the war song began, and the void was shattered. At the same time, the gods and demons roared and killed the giant eye.

"Hmph, I'm really afraid that the old man won't make it. The old man snorted angrily, and the void was turbulent.

To refer to the pen, inscribe the void.

"Dapeng rises with the wind one day and soars up to 90,000 miles. ”

"Chirp"

Words carry the way, poetry transforms into form. Kunpeng roared, carrying the Nine Shadows pawnshop directly into the void. It's lightning fast, and it's unexpected.

The jade hand turned his palm to destroy the gods and demons, but he was no longer able to stop Kunpeng from escaping the void.

"Haha, the old man will go first. Before the Nether Pawnshop vanished, the void reverberated with arrogant laughter.

"Hmph. ”

The giant eye glowed with rage, and the void in front of him turned to powder, causing a huge void storm.

On the banks of the Lethe River.

The blood-colored sky, the blood clouds are thick and palpable. Among them, the thunder is ten thousand jun, turning into a thunder dragon, frolicking in the clouds. The void exploded, and it seemed to be shattering at any moment.

"Who am I. ”

The shadow condensed into a human form, standing in the void, eyes bewildered and muttering to himself.

The thunder dragon roared and rushed towards the shadow, the space was turbulent, and the heavens and the earth fell silent.

"Noise. ”

The Shadow was thinking, when he was interrupted by the Thunder Dragon. His brow furrowed, as if angry. When he opened his mouth and sucked it, he swallowed the Raid of Life into his stomach!

The thunder tribulation receded, the blood-colored sky, the golden light Dao, the sky fell, the heavenly sound suddenly rose, and the conch was blown. At the place where the ceiling fell, the flower on the other side, which turned into powder under the power of the thunderstorm, actually came back to life.

After surviving the Thunder Tribulation, the Demon Shadow completely regained its human form, and it was eighty percent similar to Li Junhao if you looked closely. His face was as white as jade, his eyes were closed, and he was not angry. The sword eyebrows furrowed, which made people feel pitiful.

An altar appeared at his feet, on which was engraved with Taoist rhymes and divine patterns. From time to time, a divine flower flashed like a rainbow and disappeared into the void.

It was actually the Demon Shadow who achieved the Void Immortal Dao Fruit and stepped into the top of the wilderness!

"The Heavenly Dao is broken, and it can only be restored to the Void Immortal Realm. The Shadow seemed dissatisfied.

Standing for a long time, the Demon Shadow's eyes were clear, and he said in a low voice: "I'm back from Fusu." This world actually has traces of mirage staying, when the mirage traveled, hundreds of sons went away from the territory. What the hell is going on, Father, what are you planning?"

Fusu was dressed in a white Confucian robe, and he carefully felt the changes in the world. But he found that he was no longer in the land of Great Qin, thinking back to the desolation of his death, and his eyes were turbulent.

He has never understood his majestic father. Or rather, no one has ever understood.

"I pass everywhere, and the void surrenders. When I walk, heaven and earth borrow power. ”

It seems to be whispering, like singing. Feet on the place, the void surrenders, one step at a time, heaven and earth borrow.

Fusu took Li Junhao as the positioning, and stepped on the void step by step, crossing the junction of yin and yang, and walking towards the desolate land.

"It's really scared to death Dad, it's a pervert who practices the way of fate. No wonder it can be resurrected from the long river of time. The ferryman patted his chest, which was only ribbed, and looked like he was going to be scared out of his liver, which made people laugh.

As he spoke, he shook his head, set up the boat, and disappeared on the Lechuan River: "This world is really terrible, the troubled times are coming, and all kinds of demons and monsters have jumped out." My Buddha is merciful, or this vast river Styx is peaceful. ”

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Chang'an, in the courtyard of Qingpingfang.

"The aura on your body is very strange, where have you been?" Qianqian wrinkled her delicate little nose, cherry, and tasted a spirit fruit in small sips, lying on the table of the Eight Immortals weakly, as if she didn't care, and asked as if she was caring.

Although Qianqian's soul was traumatized at an early age, she was unable to practice, and could only rely on spiritual fruits to continue her life. But his inherently powerful spiritual sense smelled ominous in Li Junhao.

It was the breath of death, deep as the sea, pure and very.

Li Junhao held his heart in his hands with a very hurt expression. Pointing at Qianqian, he said sadly: "You are really disappointed by the teacher." In order to be able to arrive safely in the Shendu tomorrow, you ran around, and you almost lost your life, you even suspected that you would go to that kind of place for your teacher. ”

Qianqian understood that Li Junhao was reluctant to worry about her. But when he heard Li Junhao's words, he still rolled his beautiful eyes expressionlessly, but there was a warmth in his heart.

"You even rolled your eyes at the teacher, it's really unbearable for your uncle and unbearable for your aunt. Li Junhao said, and stretched out his sinful big hand again, raging on Qianqian's flawless little face like congealed white jade.

Then he threatened: "Also, next time I want to call Master, don't want you, you shout." Otherwise, the master will sell you, does the little housekeeper understand? ”

"Huh. ”

Sakuraguchi opened slightly and yawned. Qianqian didn't care about Li Junhao's threat. She had heard this threat at least a hundred times since she left Wancheng. I've been used to it for a long time.

As for why I haven't heard it in Wancheng, in a territory controlled by a daughter, he said that he would sell other people's daughters and do such a thing of death. He's not stupid.

"Rest well, and when you wake up tomorrow, we'll be in the inner city. I heard that the inner city can only see the real style of the big city, and when the time comes, I will take you to have a good time. Li Junhao thought of her holding on and waiting for her to come back, stroked her hair with pity, and comforted.

At the same time, he is also looking forward to the style of the inner city.

For the first three years, he struggled to survive in a remote mountain village. Traveling to the Eighth Age, the first half of the year was in the small city of Wancheng, the population of Wancheng was only three million, to the place where there was no outstanding, and the ancient Chinese capital may be somewhat similar.

But it is completely incomparable with the imaginary Honghuang Immortal City. In the half a year since I came to Chang'an, I have only spent time in the outer city, and there are not even a few cultivators in the outer city, and there is not much difference compared to Wancheng.

The inner city, on the other hand, is truly different.

It was a real cultivator's holy land, and it should have a bit of immortal style.

Qianqian nodded in a daze, Li Junhao held her and opened the table of the Eight Immortals, just like the bookbox carried by an ancient scholar, a golden light shot out, and the two of them were rolled into the bookcase.

When I entered the bookbox, it was a small cave of about two hectares!

There is a huge garden, which is full of all kinds of delicacies and spiritual fruits. These are exactly what Qianqian eats on weekdays.

Walking on the jade board road in the garden, at the end of it, is a palace with carved beams and paintings, which is full of all kinds of exquisite carvings, the palace is more than a zhang high, and outside it is a 10,000-year-old rosewood pillar that exudes a faint fragrance.

Inside it is the fragrant purple jade bamboo doors and windows, open the door, the ground is paved with 10,000-year-old chalcedony, has the effect of nourishing the spirit and gathering the spirit.

Walking into the bedroom, what catches your eye is a one zhang long and eight feet wide, carved from the heart of a million-year-old black jade agarwood tree.

It has an incredible effect on condensing the soul.

This was the first time he had entered this bedroom, and he put Qianqian, who had already fallen asleep, into the bed, and then gently turned away.

Then he walked into the study next door alone, and first packed up some valuable items, such as the Yin Locust wooden box containing the flowers on the other side, the Nantianmen token, and then the "One Hundred Cultivation Methods of the Master" that he planned to enjoy alone.

Then he plunged into the world of books. For him, books are the best tool to understand a world, an era.

It is also the only way for him at present, in the past four years, as long as he has free time, he will be immersed in the sea of books.

As for that lavish bedroom.

Hehe. With Jiang Tianzun's daughter-controlled character, he didn't believe that this little cave heaven magic weapon didn't have Jiang Tianzun's backhand.

As long as he dares to spend the night in Jiang Qianqian's exclusive bedroom, he will definitely be cut by Jiang Tianzun with a thousand knives to vent his hatred!

Wancheng.

Jiang Tianzun, a middle-aged handsome old man, looked at his daughter's sleeping lovely face in the Xuanguang mirror. With his right hand, he stroked his beard, and a gentle smile hung on the corner of his mouth. The chess pieces have been laid, whether the daughter can get out of the death calamity depends on these days!

At the same time, with his other hand, he quietly put away a piece of immortal-level array diagram that was already in an active state of Shenhua circulation.

"This kid dares to hold the precious daughter of the deity, the deity has not been held for 2,000 years. Good, good. Hehe. He had a sneer on his face and a chilling laugh coming out of his mouth.

Li Junhao didn't know that he had been blacklisted by his daughter if he was not careful.

The next day, after half a day of driving and riding, Li Junhao and Di Yun finally arrived in the inner city.

Through the car window, Li Junhao looked at the scene in front of him dumbfounded, this painting style is wrong!