ps: The quality of this chapter is very poor, I know it, and I feel uncomfortable when I write it, and it's completely suffocated, and it's annoying.

The reason, because I've been writing about Xiang Qianren in these chapters, turned out to be wrapped around myself, as if I had just come out of that illusion. It doesn't feel right.

Tomorrow the state should be back to normal, huh

The hall of the Great Demon Hall was cold, one finger trembled slightly, Fu Jingnian's eyes suddenly opened, and his voice was hoarse.

"I'm ...... Who?"

Immediately afterward, his head throbbed, and the memories of the scenes exploded in his head.

Fu Jingnian shook his head in pain, his brows tightened, he experienced Xiang Qianren's life, experienced love and hatred in his life, ups and downs, and met a woman named Li Muzi.

"I'm Fu Jingnian!"

Fu Jingnian looked down at the three-zhang thunder spear in his hand, he had experienced Xiang Qianren's life, he already knew the origin of this spear, he gently rubbed the handle of the spear with his thumb, and muttered: "Old man, three hundred years ago, Xiang Qianren promised you to poke a hole in the sky, but he didn't do it. And now, three hundred years later, I don't know if I have the ability to make you poke a hole in the sky, but I can promise to give you a bloody river and lake, how about it?"

The dark gold demon pattern on the barrel of the thunder spear suddenly rose, and one after another silver snakes exploded from the tip of the spear, making a violent crackling sound, the woman in Fu Jingnian's arms was still asleep, he leaned Zhu Lingwan against the wall, his heart was peaceful, and the internal force in his body was mixed with thunder, and it suddenly flowed out.

The nine phases of the thunder demon, one corresponds to one technique, Xiang Qianren nine phases have achieved great perfection, and in one fell swoop he has entered the realm of immortals, turning into mortal immortals, and there is no opponent in the world, the power of this technique can be seen.

Fu Jingnian's thoughts sank into his memory, and Xiang Qian still practiced this skill.

"Don't. Fu Jingnian closed his eyes and concentrated for less than a moment, when he was interrupted by a frightened voice, he heard the voice, and saw that the young master of the Demon Sect was trembling all over, like a nightmare.

Fu Jingnian thought about it, everyone here should all fall into a kind of self-illusion, but I don't know if everyone is entering Xiang Qianren's life, if that's the case....

Fu Jingnian glanced down at the spear in his hand, the origin of this spear would also be known, so even if he was a peerless student in the world, he would not be able to escape death.

The second one who woke up was not the Demon Sect heir, but Yin Xuesong, who saw that his eyes were wide open, and before he could see the situation clearly, he laughed out loud, he should not have completely come out of the illusion.

The laughter stopped abruptly, and he slowly turned his head to stare at Fu Jingnian.

Fu Jingnian's face was calm, and his eyes flashed with an imperceptible coldness, this gaze, he had seen, was the person who controlled the purple wide sword when the thousand thousand cultivation was exhausted.

Yin Xuesong glanced at Fu Jingnian, then withdrew his gaze, closed his eyes and breathed, obviously, he also needed to adjust his breath to eliminate the influence of the illusion.

One after another, several people all woke up, all of them were first-class masters, and the other disciples of the two realms of righteousness and demons, I don't know when their breathing had gradually disappeared, it was very good that Zhu Lingwan was protected by Fu Jingnian before she fell asleep, otherwise she was afraid that it would also be a loss of fragrance and jade.

The Great Demon Palace, which had been a little bloated before, suddenly seemed empty at this moment, except for the sound of long breathing and the sound of water droplets ticking to the ground, there was no sound at all.

After sitting like this, a few hours passed, and Bai Qingfeng was the first to stand up and said, "Lao Wei took the first step. “

As he spoke, he sat the little novice with his eyes closed on his shoulders and walked a few steps towards the depths of the Great Demon Palace.

Yin Xuesong gently dusted off his body, didn't look at the dead righteous path disciples, as if he didn't care about his life and death, and said calmly: "Fellow Daoists, the old man is fine, so he will leave first." “

The Demon Sect Descendant, Poison Flower Mother-in-law, Wang Ming, and the others were not slow at all, sneered, stood up rarely, and walked towards the depths of the Demon Palace.

Fu Jingnian is still cross-legged on the ground, he already knows what Xiang Qianren got during his lifetime, and he doesn't remember it very much if he goes or not at the moment, this three-zhang thunder spear, as well as the technique he cultivated, is the biggest creation in this mausoleum.

But since they're all here, it's a shame not to go in and have a look. Fu Jingnian's eyes flashed with lightning traces, picked up the sleeping Zhu Lingwan, and walked away.

Walk all the way, there is no danger of the mechanism, less than half a moment to the deepest part of the mausoleum, only to see the green mud paved inside, the basin-sized East China Sea pearl hanging on the top of the cave,

There are several cases of rosewood marble in the center, there are four treasures of the study room and the cup of tendon wine utensils, the celebrity law is piled up like a mountain, there are more than ten squares of inkstone alone, all of them are priceless, and the pen erected in the sea of pens is as dense as the woods.

There is a huge flower sac in the corner of several cases, with a bag full of crystal ball chrysanthemums, and a pair of wrong gold unicorn beasts Pixiu that are casually played.

For these, a few people passed by at a glance, these things may be sky-high treasures for ordinary mortals, but for cultivators, they do not have much effect.

Everyone's eyes suddenly stopped in one place, a row of bookshelves pressed against the wall, really just a row, the bookshelves are horizontal and vertical, the style is extremely ordinary and simple, but the wood used is extremely precious blue and white sandalwood.

There are no pen and ink poems and paintings on the bookshelf, only three things.

On the left is a white and slightly transparent bottle, made of Tianshan snow jade, in which are placed three longan-sized pills, delicate and transparent, luster like jade.

The golden piece of paper on the right is densely written with small characters, and this fragment has been placed here by Xiang Qianren, which must be extraordinary.

The thing in the middle looked the most unremarkable, it was a withered peach blossom, and when Fu Jingnian saw this thing, his heart was shocked.

The young master of the Demon Sect spoke directly, and his tone could not be refused, "This seat only needs the Nine Turns Golden Pill, and the other two things, you are free." “

Bai Qingfeng scoffed on the side.

Yin Xuesong raised his eyebrows, and said with a smile: "I want that kind of golden fragment." “

Poison Flower Mother-in-law sneered, and sneered: "The two of you have a good calculation, when a few of us are mud bodhisattvas, you and I all know, it is rumored that Xiang Qianren likes peach blossoms the most in his life, and when he is born and dies, the peach blossoms are blooming all over the mountain, and it is not impossible to bury a peach blossom after death, so it is not impossible to bury a peach blossom after death, so the useful things here, maybe only these two things, the two of you are all gone, and the rest of the people are not a bamboo basket to draw water?"

Wang Ming laughed loudly and echoed loudly, the master of the King Kong Gate is only submissive, and the whisper should be.

Yin Xuesong's eyes narrowed, and he said calmly: "Then what do you want?"

Granny Poison Flower snorted coldly, "Then it's naturally a battle." ”

As soon as the words fell, a jade hairpin was pulled out of her hair by her and shot towards Yin Xuesong.

The rest of the people were not slow, and laughed loudly: "This road is feasible." ”

The situation changed suddenly, except for Fu Jingnian, the six first-class masters fought in one place in an instant, and for a while, the sleeve robes were agitated, and the wind was surging.

The corners of Fu Jingnian's mouth twitched.

Gently carrying Zhu Lingwan behind him, Fu Jingnian bowed his knees slightly, and then rose violently from the ground.

"Thunder Sweep!"

The soles of his feet rumbled loudly, and thunderbolts exploded.

Fu Jingnian's speed was extremely fast, the wind and thunder were rolling on the soles of his feet, and he instantly swept to the top of Yin Xuesong's head, holding the tail of the spear in one hand, and slammed the overlord into the door in front of him.

Iron Strike!

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