Relying on the system to become a fantasy boss

"Don't be sad. In our generation of Buddha cultivators, life and death are just a cycle of reincarnation. I will come back when King Ming reigns."

In the midst of the sound, the figure of the monk has dissipated, leaving only a piece of golden Buddha bone.

Seeing the Buddha bone, several monks clasped their hands together and recited the Buddha's name silently.

If he hadn't seen these Buddhist cultivators slaughtering the human race in the cave before, Zhao Yang might have felt a little bit in his heart.

However, he actually took his own life and death so lightly. Buddha cultivation, as Tianhong said, is a bit scary.

The Buddha bone fluttered into Qin Bingzhi's hands, causing a twitch on his dull face.

"warehouse--"

A sword groaned, and a blue figure came.

"Where's Lingxue's soul?" Qin Bingzhi asked with a little more sparkle in his eyes, looking at the blue figure.

After a moment of silence, the cyan figure shook his head and said, "I got your reward, but I didn't complete your task. You can change it."

Did not complete the task.

Qin Bingzhi slowly lowered his head to look at the figure in his arms, and stretched out his hand to gently brush that face.

"I can escort you to the Spirit Monster Tribe." Mu Canghe looked at Qin Bingzhi and said loudly.

Hearing Mu Canghe's words, the expressions of the monks changed, but they didn't speak.

Qin Bingzhi shook his head: "If I can't find Ling Xue's soul, what face do I have to go back?"

Mu Canghe came over in silence for a while and said, "Then, shall I return your reward to you?"

"No need," Qin Bingzhi said with a sad smile, "A sword weapon may be a treasure to you sword cultivators, but in the eyes of our spirit monster clan, it is worthless."

Hearing Qin Bingzhi's words, Mu Canghe didn't refute, but just stood in the air without speaking.

"I snatched a copy of the soul, you see if it is what you want." Zhao Yang strode forward and handed a jade box to Qin Bingzhi.

He got this jade box from Hua Fengyuan with a piece of soul spar.

Qin Bing was taken aback, and reached out to take it.He pressed his palm on the box, his fingers trembling, he didn't dare to open the jade box for a while.

"Snapped."

The jade box was finally opened, and a burst of spiritual energy radiated out.

"Lingxue..."

Qin Bingzhi wept with joy.

He hastily mobilized his spiritual power, and pressed the spirit on the forehead of the figure in his arms.

The pure soul dissipated, and then the already silent figure seemed to show signs of recovery.

"The one surnamed Mu, Lingxue is about to wake up, and she still needs to be treated by the Great Elder. You help me bring her back to the Spirit Monster Tribe." Qin Bingzhi raised his head and looked at Mu Canghe.

Mu Canghe nodded.

"Boy, little brother, you saved me and Ling Xue." He looked Zhao Yang up and down, as if he wanted to see through him.

"Anyway, I'm not going back to the Spirit Monster Clan. I'm giving you this bloodline to repay your kindness." As he spoke, he reached out and touched his forehead, and a burst of icy cold air filled the air, and then a piece of blood the size of a fingernail Bloody ice cubes appeared on his fingertips.

After taking out the small ice cube, Qin Bingzhi's face paled instantly.

"take it!"

He conveniently threw the blood ice towards Zhao Yang.

Zhao Yang took it subconsciously, and the ice cubes in his hand melted away before he could check it.

He felt a chill all over his body, and then nothing else changed.

"The host obtains the bloodline of the spirit demon, obtains a special bloodline, and activates the power of the bloodline."

A reminder appeared in his mind, which made him stunned.

I didn't have time to feel the changes in myself, so I saw that Qin Bingzhi had got up, looked at the monks and said, "Let's go."

At this time, his brows and eyes were drooping, with a Buddhist bead hanging around his neck, and a Buddha bone in his hand, which made people feel afraid to approach him.

"Where are you going?" Zhao Yang couldn't help but ask.

Although he didn't have much contact with this handsome spirit monster, Zhao Yang still has a good impression of him.

Especially the way he was deeply hurt before made Zhao Yang feel sympathetic.

"Someone built a pagoda for me. I have to go and see it." Qin Bingzhi turned his head, looked at Zhao Yang and said, "Didn't you say that? Saving someone's life is better than building a seven-level pagoda."

The monks turned and left, followed by Qin Bingzhi with white hair.

Is this going to be a monk?Zhao Yang felt a chill in his heart, seeing that their figures had gone far away, he hurriedly shouted: "The sea of ​​bitterness is boundless, turn back and see the shore!"

Qin Bingzhi, who was going away, was shocked all over, turned around, clasped his hands together, saluted Zhao Yang, and then left straight away.

Zhao Yang stood where he was, feeling extremely complicated in his heart.

fate?
The powerlessness of Buddhist cultivation is really terrifying.

"Cultivation is also cultivation of the heart. Only with the heart can you see the scenery." The voice of the ancestor Tianhong resounded.

Zhao Yang nodded slightly.

"Actually, if you want to enter the Cangyun Sword Academy, I can recommend it for you." Mu Canghe, who was standing not far away, suddenly said.

Cangyun Sword Academy is exactly the sect where Mu Canghe was born.

Mu Canghe reached out and threw a rotten blue-gray scabbard, Zhao Yang caught it.

"I'm going to visit the Spirit Monster Tribe. You can use this to go to the Cangyun Sword Academy." After a pause, Mu Canghe said again: "Of course, if you want to go to other sword cultivating sects, you can use this scabbard to go to the Cangyun Sword Academy." You can also get in."

Taking a deep look at Zhao Yang, Mu Canghe stretched out his hand and caught the woman of the spirit monster clan who was lying unconscious on the ground, and then flew away.

The scabbard in his hand is simple and unsophisticated, neither gold nor jade, it seems to be a piece of wood that is about to rot.

Zhao Yang looked at the scabbard in his hand and was in a trance.

"This Northern Territory cultivator seems to be very different from my West Continent..."

Whether it's Mu Canghe or Qin Bingzhi, their personalities are all simple and unpretentious that Zhao Yang has never seen before.

"Hehe, even though Xizhou was blocked by the demon clan, it has only been ten thousand years. In the icy northern region, there are few foreign monks, and they are basically isolated from the world, so they are naturally simple." The ancestor of Tianhong smiled and said.

Zhao Yang nodded, thinking of the power of the bloodline he had obtained before, he hurried to investigate.

Character: Zhao Yang Xiuwei: Foundation Building [-]th Floor (Severely Injured Seal)
Gongfa: Qingfeng Yuqishu Skill: Advanced Swordsmanship (Dzogchen) (seal) Flying Spearmanship (Dzogchen).

Bloodline: Frost Bloodline Power of Soul: Sealing Soul Combat Skill: Soul Crying Technique (Sealing)
Flame spells: Flame spirit ball (Dzogchen), fire tornado (fixed)...

Water-based spells: Ice Blade (Great Perfection), Ice Sealing (Great Perfection)...

Earth-type spells: giant rock (minor success), ground trapping (minor success)...

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Wealth: 1467 million spirit stones 1.8 million gold coins Equipment: Shadow Cloak I thought I would assimilate into a spirit demon, but I didn't expect this bloodline to be called "Frost Bloodline".

Born in the cold, melted in the frost and snow, the spirit of water.

Seeing the introduction of "Frost Bloodline", Zhao Yang realized that he seemed to have no feeling for the cold.

Moreover, looking at the white snow, there is an inexplicable sense of intimacy.

He took a deep breath, his whole body was filled with energy and blood, and he saw countless snowflakes dancing around him, as if they wanted to play with him.

Stretching out his hand, snowflakes fell on his palm, but they didn't melt, but bounced in his palm.

"It really doesn't take much effort..." A faint voice resounded, and a group of black shadows slowly expanded three feet in front of Zhao Yang, turning into a human shape.

The figure of Hei Chi, who had escaped before, appeared in front of Zhao Yang.

"This bloodline is mine!"

With a roar, a black cloud dragon swallowed towards Zhao Yang.

For a demon cultivator in the Golden Core realm to kill a mortal who doesn't even have the Qi Refining realm, it's just a matter of sneezing.

The Yunlong in Mochi immediately covered Zhao Yang's body, and then Yunlong raised his front paws and grabbed Zhao Yang's head.

"Snapped!"

An explosion sounded.