My brother is so stable

The Qingping sword floating in the middle of the hall suddenly flashed bright sword light, awakening all the masters in the hall.

Li Changshou stood up long, followed the guidance of Qingping Sword, and began to make Kunpeng turn around.

Stop the Chaos Clock!

……

Strange sky, strange land, strange hills.

'This is, where? '

The breeze lingered, blowing the old man's figure, which made him a little bit overwhelmed.

Pictures emerged in his heart, which seemed to be his memories, but these memories were incomplete and incoherent.

It seemed that his memory had been broken into pieces one after another, and only a small part was glued back together.

Qi Yuan?

This seems to be his own name.

The old Taoist was thinking quietly, his godless eyes reflected the golden ball floating in the treasure pool in front of him, and he looked down at himself with empty eyes.

soul?soul?

I seemed to be engulfed by a ball of flames, and then lost consciousness.

'Master! '

'Master~'

"Longevity...Ling'e..."

The old Taoist murmured in a low voice, and a few pictures emerged in his heart. It was a man and a woman, from childhood to adulthood.

Just at this time, a soft golden light floated from the side, wrapping the phantom of the old Taoist, making his frown gradually relax, and the images in his heart were revealed in order like a dream.

"Pindao isn't dead yet?"

The old Taoist Qi Yuan fell into deep self-doubt, he was obviously burned by the real fire of the Golden Crow, and the Taoist body and primordial spirit of the Zhuoxian were as fragile as thin paper.

No, it's not as good as the thin paper used by those big apprentices who make paper priests.

He sighed in his heart, most of the memories were still missing, but the key memories were still there...

"Friend Daoist has passed away."

Hearing such a gentle voice suddenly by his ears, the old Taoist Qi Yuan was stunned for a while, turned his head to look, stood up quickly again, and bowed to the fairy standing on the hill in the distance.

"Qi Yuan, a qi refiner of the Duxian Sect, pays homage to senior, thank you for saving your life!"

"Fellow Daoist, you are welcome," Hou Tuwen said in a warm voice, "You don't need to thank me, I just want to repay the kindness of fellow Daoist Daoist Longevity."

"Dare to ask senior, are you..."

"The descendant of the witch clan."

"D-Dad! Hiccup!"

Old Daoist Qi Yuan stared at him, his legs softened, and he knelt down.

But then, there was a bit of relief in his eyes.

After going through death from birth, soul flying away, rebirth from death, reunion of remnant soul, his Dao heart has also undergone considerable changes.

Hou Tu raised his hand to help, and helped the old Taoist Qi Yuan up from a distance.

"Fellow daoist, you don't need to be formal. This place is in the six realms of reincarnation. Although your soul is safe, you can still stay here for a longer time, accumulate some blessings, and absorb the merits that long-lived fellow daoist bestowed on you.

Fellow Daoist Changshou has always been concerned about the situation of Fellow Daoist, so this can also make him feel more at ease. "

"Hey, yes," Qi Yuan honestly agreed, and then hurriedly asked: "Senior, are Changshou and Ling'e all right?"

Hou Tu said: "You are all right, Changshou Daoist is now ranked tenth in the Heavenly Dao Sequence, second only to the Jade Emperor and the Queen Mother in the Heavenly Court.

Fellow Daoist Ling'e also seems to have gone to the Heavenly Court, practicing in the White House of Fellow Daoist Chang Geng, and rarely shows up.

However, there is one matter that fellow daoists should consider for themselves. "

"You say, you say."

"Now Changshou is in charge of the Great Tribulation of Conferring the Gods, and confers the Gods on behalf of the heavens. You are the master who raised him up. The way of heaven shows that after your reincarnation, you will also enter the Great Tribulation and become a more important member of the Conferred Gods... "

Qi Yuan stared blankly, as if he couldn't digest the information.

After listening to Houtu's explanation for a while, Qi Yuan simply said: "Senior, why don't you just tell this junior what to do for the best longevity."

"Drink a few mouthfuls of Mengpo soup before reincarnation, and forget the past life."

Qi Yuan quickly agreed: "Senior, don't worry, it doesn't matter for this junior to drink a few more bowls."

"Fellow Taoist, rest now," Empress Houtu said warmly, "When he comes next time, you will be reincarnated."

"Thank you, Empress Dowager, for your guidance."

"Ah."

Hou Tu responded softly, and his figure dissipated with the wind and disappeared.

Chapter 622 Damn it!ruthless!

In the chaotic sea, several streamers of light chased after it rapidly.

In the gray light at the front, there is a small bell, which has no control but runs away desperately.

It can be faintly seen through the light that the four sides of the clock are engraved with complicated patterns. These patterns contain some kind of truth of heaven and earth, which makes people feel layer upon layer at a glance.

Looking at the two streamers behind it, it is a Jinpeng soaring with wings spread, and a young Daoist holding a sword and escaping from the sky.

At this time, Jin Peng's extreme speed has no advantage at all, whether it is the small tower or the young Taoist, their escape speed is higher than Jin Peng's!

On Jinpeng's back, Zhao Gongming and Our Lady of Jinling stand side by side.

The former urges the Dinghai God Orb to smooth out the turmoil and obstacles of the chaotic atmosphere for Jinpeng, making Jinpeng's galloping smooth;

The latter tried his best to activate the whole set of 'saddle' on Jinpeng's body to maintain the mana supply.

Even so, Jin Peng, who had just shoveled horizontally and volleyed from the side, was still being gradually dropped by the young Taoist and Xiao Zhong...