My believers are time travelers

After Xia Qihong's clumsy confession, without waiting for Feng Jiu's reaction, he hastily performed a somersault to Yun Yuandun.

"Junior Sister, you are good at cultivation, and you will reply to me on the day when Brother returns."

Xia Qihong's voice came from afar.

Looking at the figure of senior brother going away, Feng Jiuyun's calm face suddenly turned pink.

"Brother Smelly, you told me how to cultivate well."

She kneaded the corner of her clothes shyly, thinking about how to reply when her senior brother returned.

"Would it be too eager to say directly that I am willing?"

"If you say it, you have to think about it. Will the senior brother misunderstand that I am rejecting him?"

Just as Feng Jiu was thinking about how to answer Fang Xian's reserve, Xia Qihong and Taoist Bodhi arrived, 36 layers of heaven, the sea of ​​chaos.

"Can you explain to your junior sister?"

"Master, I have told my junior sister to practice well."

"Shan, the heavenly secrets are chaotic in this chaotic sea. This time, as a teacher, I want to refine a treasure that suppresses the luck of the dragon clan here. You can watch it."

"Master, didn't you capture the fragments of the wild?"

"That's just deception."

Taoist Bodhi didn't say it was to deceive anyone, but Xia Qihong could roughly guess it.

No more gossip, the master and the apprentice found a terrain, and began to refine the magic circle.

Hundreds of years have passed, and a burst of brilliance suddenly appeared from the depths of the silent sea of ​​chaos, affecting the Wuzhu Avenue in the sea of ​​chaos.

After a flash, it was covered.

"Master, did the refinement fail?"

Looking at the exquisite little pagoda that was still shining with colorful lights before, it suddenly became dim and dilapidated Xia Qihong asked anxiously.

"No, this is the obscurity of the gods."

"Master, does this treasure have a name?"

"The name of this thing is Fang Cun, and it can suppress my Dragon Clan's heart."

With a wave of his sleeves, Taoist Bodhi put the Square Inch Pagoda into the Primordial Spirit.

"The treasure was born just now, and the avenue was shaking. I'm afraid someone will come to investigate. It's not suitable to stay here for a long time. Let's go back."

Erase the traces of this place casually, so that people can't turn back time to investigate.

Not long after the master and apprentice left, a black shadow appeared.

Soi Ying searched carefully, but found nothing.

Grabbing a handful of Bodhi Taoist's breath that has not dissipated, the black shadow perceives it carefully.

"The remaining breath is a bit familiar, could it be that he escaped?"

……

Xia Qihong returned home like an arrow, and quickly returned to the hermitage after apologizing to his master.

He wanted to hear his junior sister's reply as soon as possible.

"Junior Sister, Master..."

Looking at the overgrown weeds outside Fengjiudong Mansion, it is clear that the junior sister is not at home.

I told her to practice well, but she didn't listen, not knowing where she had gone.

Xia Qihong smiled dotingly, and was about to figure out the whereabouts of his junior sister.

"Senior brother, Chijingzi's cave is now alive, and there are rumors that Yin and Yang appear. I went on a treasure hunt, hee hee."

Someone came from the forbidden perception outside the cave and played Feng Jiu's message.

Xia Qihong's smile froze on his face.

It's a trap, someone plotted against Junior Sister.

I heard from the master that the top and bottom of Chanjiao have already moved out of this world.

How could there be remnants of the Dongfu.

He hurriedly calculated Feng Jiu's position.

"In the land of the Feng clan, that's fine."

But for some reason, after the calculation, he jumped up in fear.

Surprised, he rushed towards Tonggong, the land of the Feng clan.

Under the circumstances that Xia Qihong kept burning blood and blood on the way.

A quarter of an hour later, he arrived at Tonggong Feng Xiaoyun to receive him.

"Where's my junior sister?"

Seeing Feng Xiaoyun hesitate to speak, he felt even more uneasy.

"Where is my junior sister?"

Xia Qihong's momentum exploded, and he looked at Feng Xiaoyun with devouring eyes.

"Senior, Jiu'er, her, Jiu'er, oh, come with me, senior."

Feng Xiaoyun didn't speak, his eyes were red.

He took Xia Qihong to the depths of the Tong Palace, next to the sacred tree of the parasol.

"130 years ago, Chijingzi Dongfu was born, and Jiu'er sent a message to the Feng clan/."

When he came to the sacred phoenix tree, Feng Xiaoyun calmed down.

It turned out that Feng Jiu felt that her cultivation was shallow and she was not worthy of Xia Qihong.

It so happened that there were traces of yin and yang in Chijingzi's cave this time.

She thought that after practicing the five-color divine light that brushes everything, she would be able to reduce the gap with her senior brother.

So the mother clan was summoned for help.

The Feng family is also willing to improve Feng Jiu's combat power, which is respected by the master.

It hit it off, and the Feng clan sent elites to assist Feng Jiu in hunting for treasure.

Unexpectedly, he was besieged and killed by the dragon clan.

The ancestors of the Feng clan went to rescue, but were blocked by Xixijiao and Zulong.

It turns out that the birth of Chijingzi Dongfu this time is a trap set by the Western religion and the dragon clan against the phoenix clan.

After suffering huge casualties, Feng Jiu and his party were rescued.

Hearing that Feng Jiu was rescued, Xia Qihong did not breathe a sigh of relief, but became even more nervous.

"So, where is Junior Sister now?"

Follow Feng Xiaoyun's finger to look around.

A phoenix egg lies quietly in a phoenix nest made of divine flowers and herbs on the sacred tree of phoenix trees.

But there is no life.

"When Feng Jiu was rescued by the ancestor, she was in a state of rebirth from Nirvana."

"But there is no soul in the egg."

Hearing this, Xia Qihong's eyes darkened.

No wonder he was deeply disturbed even though his calculation was clear.

It turns out that the junior sister has lost her soul.

With one hand, he lifted Xia Qihong who was unconscious.

Bodhi Taoist appeared.

The next moment, a beautiful woman in a palace costume appeared beside the tree.

"Ancestor."

Feng Xiaoyun hurriedly saluted when he saw the visitor.

The ancestor of the Feng clan, who was recovering from his wounds, suddenly sensed the aura of a Daluo realm monk appearing in Tonggong.

This is the time when the Feng Clan is at their weakest.

She looked at this strange monk who suddenly appeared in the clan with full alertness.

"Old Ancestor, this is Feng Jiu's Master Bodhi Taoist."

The ancestor of the Feng clan waved his hand, stopping Feng Xiaoyun who was about to continue talking.

Is he the Bodhi Taoist?
Carefully feel the breath of Taoist Bodhi.

Sure enough, it was a fake.

Feeling the familiar smell in her breath, she let go of her guard.

"Fellow Daoist, is that you?"

Taoist Bodhi nodded.

"This time, the vitality of the Feng family has been seriously injured. Fellow Daoists are willing to move the whole family to my dojo for cultivation."

"Fellow Daoist, your dojo is not..."

Watching Taoist Bodhi take out the square-inch pagoda, the ancestor of the Feng clan felt it carefully.

"Great goodness."

……

Xia Qihong who woke up faintly found himself in a cave.

Taoist Bodhi sat cross-legged on the futon.

"Master..."

Before he finished speaking, he choked up.

Taoist Bodhi did not speak, and patted him on the back lightly.

Just like when Xia Qihong woke up from crying in the middle of the night when he was a child, he quietly accompanied him.

"Master, I miss Junior Sister so much."

Xia Qihong burst into tears like a child.

After a long time, the crying gradually faded away.

He fell asleep.

He saw his junior sister again in his dream.

In the dream, he met his junior sister again.

Stay together forever.

The dream is constantly changing, every time she is a junior sister, he is a senior brother.

They are either ordinary people or couples of gods and gods.

Like fulfilling a wish, something Feng Jiu wanted to do before she was alive.

In the dream, Xia Qihong accompanied him to finish.

Another new dream.

Xia Qihong and Feng Jiu stood on the top of a picturesque mountain.

"Junior Sister, Brother, I have something to ask you."

He took a deep breath, glanced at Feng Jiu, and then hurriedly looked away.

"That junior sister, would you like to be my Taoist companion?"

This time he didn't wait for him to escape by riding a cloud.

Feng Jiu grabs his hand.

Xia Qihong looked back, at this moment, the junior sister was actually smiling like a flower.

It made him crazy.

"Brother Smelly, you have finally spoken, I am willing."

Xia Qihong also laughed, and woke up with a smile.

This feeling has passed a hundred years.

Wiping the moisture from the corners of his eyes, he saluted to the side.

"Master."

"Fool, you're finally awake."

"The disciple is unfilial, and the master is worried."

"It's okay."

Taoist Bodhi waved his hand and took out a book of exercises.

"This "Six Paths of Reincarnation" was created by a great power in ancient times."

"If you cultivate to a high level, you may be able to retrieve Jiu'er's soul."

"But now reincarnation is under the jurisdiction of heaven, so it is extremely difficult to cultivate, maybe you will not be able to cultivate Hunyuan in this lifetime."

"So you are willing to practice."

Xia Qihong saluted again without any hesitation.

"Master, the disciple is willing."