Zhao Xiang has a relatively clear understanding of the general scope of intermediate interfaces such as the fairy world, the Buddha world, and the demon world.

However, he still didn't dare to rashly use the divine ring to casually travel through different spaces.

After all, right now, Zhao Xiangxiu is sealed by special energy, and he is a third-grade emperor immortal.

If the seal is forcibly lifted, let the cultivation restore the great consummation in the late stage of the main god realm, but he can quickly pass through the space.

But in this way, he was worried that his strongest opponents, Mo Wuxian of the Wuji God Realm, and Ximen Hu of the Supreme Venerable Realm would make an early move.

Therefore, at the moment, Zhao Xiang can only appear as an emperor immortal cultivator.

Although his soul strength is comparable to that of the supreme powerhouse, he can only hide his strength.

Otherwise, once he successfully crossed to the Buddha Realm with the help of the thirteen-layer altar with the Divine Ring as the core of the structure, then, Zhao Xiang secretly thought that as the Heavenly Dao Evil Dog Puppet with powerful and powerful spatial powers, it was impossible that he would not know about it at the same time.

Once known, how can the crisis in the Buddha realm be solved?

The tragedy of the Zhao clan for thousands of years is more likely to continue.

There is another possibility, that is, if your own life is reimbursed, how can you have to compensate for the loss?

Before he thought of a more haode method, Zhao Xiang had no choice but to bite the bullet and do the fake show.

He and Zhao Huan entered the core divine ring of the altar together, roughly selected a coordinate that could reach the Buddha realm, and an idea was issued, and the altar carried Zhao Xiang and Zhao Huan, and with a whoosh, it shot out from Qingluo Xing.

The altar that combines the sacrificial treasure to break the boundary and the king artifact divine ring is powerful and amazing.

However, Zhao Xiang was not willing to let it fully exert its strength at all, so the speed at which the altar broke through the air was not terrifying.

After a stick of incense, the altar brought Zhao Xiang and Zhao Huan to a place surrounded by fairy aura and green bamboo.

Is this the fairy world, the Buddha world, or something else?

Zhao Xiang raised the doubts in his heart to Zhao Huan.

Zhao Huan shook his head, spread his hands to both sides, and made a helpless gesture - "Hehe, brother, I am also a big girl who went to the sedan chair once, ask me? ”

The splitter slapped Zhao Huan's fart, and Zhao Xiang deliberately said coldly-"How can you talk to the master, you?"

"Alright, you stay at the altar first, and I'll go out and investigate. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Xiang came out of the altar core divine ring and stood in the depths of the green bamboo forest at once.

The size of this bamboo forest basketball court, the leaves are shining, the bamboo poles are green, regardless of the bamboo leaves, bamboo poles, there is a faint white mist on it, and the mystery and strangeness are immediately set off, and the style of Qingluo Xingcui bamboo is very different.

Could this be Xianzhu?!

Zhao Xiang's eyes flashed with colorful light, and he secretly pondered.

He stood in a blue shirt on a stone path deep in the bamboo forest.

Twenty-seven or eighteen years old, eight feet tall, cultivated to control the appearance of a first-grade golden immortal.

The breeze blowing in the distance, carrying the faint fragrance of fairy bamboo, turned his blue clothes.

Faintly, the chest that bulged high under the shirt and the upturned buttocks of Xiangshang revealed a concave and convex curve.

The long black hair, blown by the wind, occasionally brushed his deep-set but wise eyes, and the dull scar that ran from his forehead all the way through his cheeks to his chin seemed to add a bit of fierceness to his graceful and cold temperament.

At the moment when Zhao Xiangfang appeared in the depths of the bamboo forest and let go of his divine sense to investigate.

In a trance, he seemed to hear a faint cry that flickered and disappeared.

Scattered his divine sense to look around, and his divine consciousness immediately transmitted back a scene - a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy, a head lower than Zhao Xiang, wearing half-worn brown clothes and pants.

The black hair is coiled into a fist bun on his head, and he is tied with a slender silver hairpin, although he looks handsome, he has a vegetable face.

Zhao Xiang then probed his body with his divine sense, and found that his meridians were thinner than ordinary people, and he was not suitable for cultivation.

It's no wonder that they can't give birth to a primordial baby, and they only linger in the early stage of the knot.

However, Zhao Xiang found that the immortal qi in this young man's body flowed, could it be that this was not the Buddha Realm but the Immortal Realm?

The boy stood on the shore of the lake near the bamboo forest, sobbing quietly, and his eyes were already crying like red peaches.

The young man sobbed, shrugged his shoulders in grief and anger, and whispered to himself, "Mom, you wait for me, no one in the Wu family is looking at me!"

"They're always laughing, ridiculing, and beating me!"

"They can't wait for me to die soon before they are happy, Mom, I'm here to accompany you!"

After speaking, the young man's right hand was raised to the ground, aimed at his Heavenly Spirit Acupoint, and fell down fiercely.

His eyes were tightly closed, and two lines of tears overflowed his eyes at this time.

Seeing this, Zhao Xiang suddenly cast an instantaneous secret technique.

With his left hand, he pointed at the young man's right fist, which was infinitely close to his Heavenly Spirit Acupoint.

Zhao Xiang saw the shadow of his childhood from this young man, so he quickly intervened to stop his suicide.

Seeing that his raised fist could not fall, the young man immediately opened his eyes in a very strange way.

He was also an extremely intelligent man and immediately understood what was going on.

So he immediately turned his head to Zhao Xiang and said loudly - "This big brother, I don't want to continue to live at all!"

"You don't have to stop me, my heart is dead, let go of the magic power that prevented me from committing suicide......"

Zhao Xiang's voice was still cold, but with a little warmth—"It's all right! However, before you decide to commit suicide, I remind you to think about it." ”

"Are you worthy of your own mother? Aren't you fulfilling the wishes of some people and proving your incompetence?"

When the young man heard Zhao Xiang's question, tears flowed in his eyes.

He roared with grief and anger, as if he wanted to vent all his grievances and grievances -- "Who wouldn't say something light? Besides, do I want to be sorry for my own mother?"

"I've worked so hard for three hundred years, dreaming of one day being able to break through the knot and give birth to a primordial baby!"

"However, can I change my constitution that is inherently incapable of cultivating immortals?"

"I can't, I can't anyway!"

"I've been fighting, I've been fighting, I've been fighting, but what does this bring?"

"It's just more humiliation, more ridicule, more abuse, more beatings, you say, is it still interesting for me to live?"

"Do you want me to be called by them again in front of your own family and treated like a dog, or do you want to be their laughing stock, their bullying, their abuse, their beating?"

The young man rolled up his sleeves at Zhao Xiang excitedly, tears flowed more rapidly on his face, and his voice was hoarse because of the roar just now-"This is the trace left by their beating, you look at my arm, and this, this, this ......"

He unbuttoned his brown clothes, revealing his scarred chest.

He bent over and rolled up his brown trousers, his calves and thighs covered in old and new scars.

The young man's handsome face was distorted—"Do you still call me a coward?"

"Do you still want me to live?

Zhao Xiang didn't say anything, and when he saw the scars on the young man's body, his heart couldn't help but feel painful.

Although he was only twenty-six or seventeen years old, he had not lived for hundreds of years like the immortal cultivator in front of him who looked like a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy, but his life experience was not much less than that of a teenager, at least in terms of insults, ridicule, and abuse from his family, he had completely similar experiences and the same feelings.

Although his family imposed on him Zhao Xiang, his purpose was far different from that of the young man's family.

The cold color on his face became lighter, and Zhao Xiang grabbed the young man's right hand.

He injected immortal qi to widen the slender bloodline in the boy's body.

Only then did he say calmly to the young man, "I can change your physique, and I can also make you condense the Yuan Infant in an instant." ”

"However, Yuan Ying Yicheng, the road of cultivation in the future can only rely on yourself. ”

The young man wanted to break free from Zhao Xiang, who was tightly holding his right hand, and when he heard Zhao Xiang's words, he was suddenly surprised and inexplicable.

His eyes widened as if he had been frightened by some demon.

After a blank moment in my mind, the clay sculpture and wood carving were made.

He felt a wave of heat flow from Zhao Xiang's palm that was clenching his hand.

At the same time, the young man heard the scarred young man on the other side of his soul in the depths of his soul - "Hurry up and run the immortal qi in the meridians, the sooner the better." ”

"I'm transforming the slender innate meridians in your body. ”

"I'm going to let you condense the Yuan Infant soon. ”

No matter how stupid the boy is, he understands something after a moment of distraction.

After a long drought, he tried his best to run the immortal qi in his body as fast as possible.

The young man only hesitated for a moment, and then completely obeyed Zhao Xiang's instructions and immediately crossed his knees on the edge of the green bamboo forest and contemplated his luck.

In his opinion, although he had never seen the young man in front of him, even if there was any evil intention, for an immortal cultivator like him who was bent on seeking death, it was a good thing, and he would die.

Even if he had other plans, he was just an immortal cultivator with no status in the family and a very low cultivation, what could he get?

Perhaps, this stranger can really change his innate meridians that he can't cultivate immortals, right?

If this is the case, wouldn't it be your own Monkey King?

Refuse, that's something that only nerds can do!

What's more, judging from the immortal qi that the other party infused into my body, the other party's cultivation is unfathomable, even if it is not a ninth-grade golden immortal, I'm afraid it is not far from the third or fourth grade!

It's a long story, but it's only a moment.

In Qingluoxing, Zhao Xiang has experience in transforming Zhao Huan's physique.

Although it was unintentional, it was also a priceless experience.

What's more, the ten spiritual qi attributes in his body are different, especially after being sealed and cultivated to the Emperor Immortal, all kinds of effects have improved by leaps and bounds.

Among them, the effect of broadening and enhancing the meridians with yin and water aura is particularly prominent.

In addition, the seventh layer of the Divine Ring is opened, and there is a pill pavilion on the seventh floor.

There is the Yuan Infant Pill that condenses the Yuan Baby.

For others, it is unattainable to let an immortal cultivator in the Dan stage instantly condense the primordial infant.

Even in legends, they are all myths that are difficult to see, but for Zhao Xiang, it is easy to see, and at most Lang takes some energy.