Honghuang: Jiejiao Winged Immortal, I am the Emperor of Fengdu

At this moment, Qingyu didn't know what these people were thinking, and even if he knew, he wouldn't care.

In his opinion, these people were just some mediocre people after all, and it was just a waste of time to socialize with them.

You know, in the entire prehistoric world, there are only a few scattered immortals who can cultivate great supernatural powers, and most of them are just mediocre.

The scattered immortals look free and easy, but in fact, the road is hard to find.

Without anyone to teach, not to mention the detours in cultivation, just the various magical skills are not something you can figure out by yourself, after all, not everyone is called Zhen Yuanzi. And even if it is Zhen Yuanzi, in fact, there is a Taoist ancestor as a teacher.

Returning to his own dojo, Qingyu did not continue to retreat, but sat cross-legged and took out what he had just found from touching the corpse.

There are not many things, a medium-grade acquired spiritual treasure trident, some spiritual herbs and flowers, a set of low-grade acquired spiritual treasure armor, and a low-grade innate spiritual root.

Yes, it is a low-grade innate spiritual root.

When Qingyu turned it out of the other party's space ring before, he was surprised.

After all, innate spiritual roots are rarer than innate spiritual treasures. How could Qingyu not be surprised that the other party had innate spiritual roots instead of innate spiritual treasures?

However, Qingyu figured it out later. The other party was not weak, at the peak of the Golden Immortal, and was also a member of the innate Jiaolong clan.

As we all know, the dragon clan likes to collect treasures. This Jiaolong has been in the East China Sea for many years, so it is not surprising that there is an innate spiritual root to collect.

This innate spiritual root is called the Innate Wind Spirit Fruit Tree. It blooms for a thousand years, bears fruit for a thousand years, and matures for a thousand years. It can greatly increase its own mana accumulation, and it also has a very good effect on the wind system.

It has to be said that this innate spiritual root is still very useful to Qingyu.

Because, although he is no longer majoring in the Great Way of Wind, it does not mean that he will give up. After all, the Golden Winged Dapeng has a very high talent for wind.

For others, it may be a case of biting off more than one can chew, but for him, there is no such problem at all, because his comprehension is against the sky, and he can comprehend any law very quickly. On the contrary, the more you learn, the easier it is to apply it to other things.

When he came to the backyard, Qingyu planted the innate spiritual root.

Qingyu also found some Nine Heavens Xirang. In fact, these Xirang were originally in his cave, but he had collected them because he had no spiritual roots.

Speaking of this, we have to talk about Qingyu's cave. Although it cannot be regarded as a blessed land, there is a spiritual vein under it. The concentration of spiritual energy is currently ranked first in the entire Penglai. It can be said that it is not unreasonable for the dragon to target Qingyu's cave.

After doing everything, Qingyu did not stay for too long. At present, the innate spiritual roots are still seedlings, and they cannot be eaten in a short time. They can only be cultivated temporarily.

Qingyu stood up and was about to return to the secret room for retreat to continue the previous transformation of his own skills.

However, at this moment, a faint drum sound rang in his ears.

The drum sound was very faint, but it seemed to be knocking next to him, which made him feel refreshed and sober at the same time.

"Is it the fishing drum? Is the teacher going to preach?"Qingyu paused, with a look of joy in his eyes.

The fishing drum is the magic weapon of Tongtian Patriarch. Whenever he is going to preach, Tongtian Patriarch will ask the Water and Fire Boy to beat the fishing drum placed in front of the Biyou Palace, and then inform the disciples in the three realms to come and listen to the preaching.

And every time at this time, all the disciples of Jiejiao, no matter how far away, will rush to Jin'ao Island in the East China Sea to see the saint.

After all, it is a great opportunity for the saint to preach, and ordinary people are not qualified to listen to the saint's voice.

Qingyu did not doubt it, and immediately packed up and prepared to go to Jin'ao Island to listen to the saint's preaching. Preaching. With Qingyu's speed of tens of thousands of miles at a time, it would take about a hundred years to reach Jinao Island. He had to set off quickly.

This distance seemed far, but in fact it was nothing in the entire prehistoric world. You know, if you go to the prehistoric continent, this distance must be multiplied by at least ten. After leaving Penglai, Qingyu flew all the way to the depths of the eastern sea. Entering the vast ocean, Qingyu finally understood what it meant to say that the sea is wide enough for fish to leap, and the sky is high enough for birds to fly.

The boundless ocean, the vast sky, the sun The stars hang high in the sky, white clouds stretch for billions of miles, and colorful clouds accompany the way. What a beautiful scene.

Occasionally, Qingyu would encounter bad weather and thunderstorms. When looking at the waves that are thousands of feet high on the sea, he would also have the ambition to lean over and hit the water, and then soar into the sky. A hundred years passed in the blink of an eye, and as he got closer to the saint's dojo, the auspicious signs around him became more and more common.

The purple air in the sky, the divine light of the Tao that permeated all around, and the aura that was so thick that it turned into fog, the whole person felt relaxed and comfortable after entering this state.

However, he did not He was attracted by the scenery in front of him, because he knew that there was something even more amazing on Jin'ao Island. He flew straight ahead, passed through layers of fog, and entered the saint's dojo.

Sure enough, when he entered the island, Qingyu saw auspicious signs everywhere, the elves in the flowers were playing, the cranes were dancing in the sky, and all kinds of rare and exotic animals were everywhere. The degree of magic was hundreds of times more bizarre than that of the outside world.

As the saying goes: the mist and haze condensed into auspicious mist, and the sun and the moon spit out brilliance; the green old cypress and the mountain mist are like the same color as the autumn water and the sky; the wild flowers are red in the morning glow, like the fragrance of green peaches and red apricots; the colors are swirling, all of which are the moral glory flying purple mist;...

Qingyu was only an outer sect disciple. He did not dare to barge in. He could only follow the previous path and walk step by step towards the direction of the Biyou Palace.

As Qingyu went deeper, he gradually met some disciples of Jiejiao along the way.

Occasionally, Qingyu would come forward to talk with them and inquire about some information. However, they were not close friends because he was not familiar with these people.

There was no way. There were too many people in Jiejiao. Unless you have extraordinary strength, such as the great disciple Zhao Gongming and Sanxiao, most of them would find it difficult to have a name. Even

Luo Xuan, Ma Yuan and others, although they are somewhat famous in Jiejiao at the moment, are only limited to a small circle and are not very outstanding.

The predecessor was the same. Although his foot was extraordinary, he was a descendant of the phoenix and also a congenital sacred foot, but he was born too late after all, and his strength was not particularly outstanding, so he did not have any achievements to show.

Qingyu did not entangle these, and accompanied them all the way forward, and soon arrived in front of the Biyou Palace.

Outer sect disciples are not qualified to enter the Biyou Palace, and can only listen to lectures in order outside the palace according to their strength.

Qingyu came to the front, found a suitable place to sit, and quietly waited for the arrival of Tongtian Sect Master.

As time passed, more and more people came. These people, like Qingyu, found a place to sit and waited for the arrival of the saint.

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