The starting point is 900 million. What’s wrong if I drag it a little bit?

When Xuan'er opened her eyes again, her eyes were filled with the fierceness of a superior person and the faint hint of domineering aura, indicating that the owner of Xuan'er's body in front of her had changed to another person!

Xuan'er looked at her young body and burst out laughing: "I survived after all, and I still have decades to spend on it! It's just a pity that I didn't get the body of an immortal."

Xuan'er's body has been successfully taken over by the old emperor, and the original Xuan'er's soul has long been swallowed up by him!

While the old emperor was digesting the memories left by this body, he felt the infinite vitality in this young body.

The feeling of home and love are all fake in the face of time. Only those who are dying know that survival is more important than anything else.

As long as you are alive, there are endless possibilities.

Then he looked at Leng Qingsong with some reluctance. In his plan, what he should seek was the body of an immortal!

Damn you little maid, how dare you do something to yourself!

When the old emperor had digested all the memories, his expression changed and he turned back into the girl with a sad expression. He looked pitifully at Leng Qingsong who was standing in the field.

Those were the descendants that he once wanted to kill with his own hands. Until now, the old emperor did not feel that what he did was wrong. In the imperial family, he had already experienced this kind of fratricide when he was young.

Family love is fragile in the face of power.

The old emperor looked at Leng Qingsong with his eyes, a glimmer of hope flashed in his eyes, and only eternal life can hold the power forever!

As long as he, the rebellious son who became an immortal, can pass on the supreme magic, then he can step into practice and become immortal, and he will be the eternal master of this empire!

"What are you looking at?"

Suddenly a voice sounded beside the old emperor, and the old emperor turned around suddenly. Ouyang, who was wearing a green shirt, had his hands in his sleeves, standing next to the old emperor, and said calmly.

"Who are you? Ouyang!" The old emperor rummaged through Xuan'er's memory, then with a girl's surprise on his face, he threw himself into Ouyang's arms.

Ouyang didn't even look at it. He grabbed the girl's hand with one hand and lifted the girl up like a rabbit. Looking into the pitiful eyes of the girl in front of him, Ouyang felt a little off-putting.

After all, she looks like a twenty-year-old girl, but the soul inside her body is that of an old guy who is about to die.

But the old emperor didn't know that Ouyang Yiyi was watching everything he had just done in the dark. The character who was still bringing in Xuan'er looked at Ouyang pitifully and said: "Ouyang Immortal, did you hurt me?"

The tone was pitiful, like a wronged girl.

Ouyang said with a smile but not a smile: "Does it hurt you? Do you want me to find a dozen strong men with strong backs and strong backs to give you a few rounds of rice?"

The old emperor was stunned for a moment. In his memory, Ouyang was obviously very kind to this body, so why did he suddenly say foul words? Could it be that this stupid woman seduced him and made the immortal feel dissatisfied?

"Immortal, His Majesty the Emperor forced me to do so. What can I, a weak woman, do?" The old emperor's face became miserable, like a white lotus flower that cannot control its own destiny.

Ouyang stretched out a hand to touch the face of the girl in front of him with pity, leaned down and whispered in the girl's ear: "Are you acting like crazy? Old bastard!"

Everything that happened just now was seen by Ouyang, who was hiding in the bilge of the flower boat and eating melon seeds. Ouyang enjoyed watching such a wonderful drama.

Watching such wonderful scenes, Ouyang screamed, but then the old emperor's method of seizing the body made Ouyang feel that something was wrong.

Why can Ouyang see the old emperor seize the body?

That is, Xuan'er, who originally had no panel, suddenly had an attribute panel on her body:

Name: Xuan'er (one body, two souls)

Root bone: 0

Lucky: 0

Charisma: 0

Qualification: 0

Exclusive skills: 0

Evaluation: No evaluation

Speaking of which, why do you feel like your system is getting more and more strained?

But an ordinary mortal can actually be reborn? There must be a practitioner's tricks behind this!

That's why Ouyang appeared in front of the old emperor, wanting to know who the person behind the old emperor was!

The girl's shocked expression stayed on her face, and she stammered: "What do you mean by immortal?"

Ouyang patted the girl's face and said with some regret: "I mean, who helped you seize the body? Old bastard!"

"I don't understand what you mean!" The old emperor was horrified. Ouyang in front of him actually saw his identity?

Ouyang threw the girl onto the couch, drew his sword under the old emperor's horrified gaze, and said calmly: "Do you know how to write the word death? Do you want to learn? I'll teach you and just write it on your face. "

"I am the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty! How dare you kill me! Aren't you afraid of heaven's punishment?" When the old emperor saw Ouyang pulling out his sword, he simply stopped pretending and looked at Ouyang and scolded him loudly.

"Hey, is that really you? I just wanted to give you a makeover, and I didn't say I wanted to kill you." Ouyang tilted his head and curled his lips.

Listening to Ouyang's sarcastic tone, the old emperor immediately knew that he had been deceived, and said quickly: "I can make you the Imperial Master of the Tang Dynasty! You and I can even divide this country equally!"

Looking at the old emperor begging for him like a dog, Ouyang was still puzzled. How did they think that things in the mortal world could impress practitioners?

Ouyang raised his hand and stabbed the old emperor in the ear with his sword. The long sword was inserted into the soft wooden handle, and the shaking sword reflected the discolored face.

Ouyang always felt familiar with who the practitioner behind the old emperor was, but he couldn't figure out who it was for a while.

But the fact that no chicken feet have been exposed until now means that the other party is extremely cautious. As long as the other party is not willing, he will not show up no matter what.

Ouyang turned around and looked at Leng Qingsong, who was standing there enlightened. The expression on his face became confused, and he had a strange feeling, always feeling that there was something wrong somewhere.

Leng Qingsong, who had fallen into the state of enlightenment, finally opened his eyes. The truth of the great truth was flowing in his eyes, and all the mysterious energy was sucked into Leng Qingsong's body.

The golden elixir in the body rotated crazily, reaching an extreme speed, and began to break.

Leng Qingsong raised his hand gently, and the clouds in the sky seemed to be swept by the edge of a sword, instantly clearing them away.

A huge invisible long sword slowly emerged along with countless black and yellow auras, and Leng Qingsong's body flew towards the sky uncontrollably.

In mid-air, the huge invisible sword slowly fell behind Leng Qingsong, turning into a stream of light and flying into Leng Qingsong's body.

The golden elixir in Leng Qingsong's body instantly shattered, and a one-inch tall man jumped out of the golden elixir.

Transform into a baby!

Leng Qingsong is breaking through the Nascent Soul stage!

Yuanying's figure was like a cold green pine, and the stream of light turned into a small sword and fell into Yuanying's hand.

When the small sword was fully formed, Leng Qingsong stared at the sword for a long time.

The little sword looks very much like the wooden sword Xuan'er gave to him when he was a child.

"Do you like practicing swordsmanship? Then this is for you!" The girl handed the wooden sword in her hand to herself with an envious face.

"I will be the best in the world!" Leng Qingsong said as a child, taking the sword seriously.

...

The next moment, Leng Qingsong's eyes narrowed slightly, and the long sword in Yuanying's hand broke instantly.

There was a crisp sound of metal breaking between heaven and earth.

In an instant, there was chaos in Leng Qingsong's dantian, and the newly formed Nascent Soul even began to become transparent.

Sword cultivators in this world only cultivate their natal flying swords. Breaking their own natal flying swords with their own hands is almost the same as destroying themselves, and can even become a demon easily!

Leng Qingsong's breath began to become unstable. When he opened his eyes, his eyes were full of crazy killing intent, but when his eyes fell on Chang Xiaoyue, who stood in front of him without hesitation.

Leng Qingsong's eyes became clear again, the Nascent Soul in his Dantian stabilized, and the broken sword in his hand stopped dissipating.

Nascent Soul's eyes were slightly closed, sitting cross-legged in Leng Qingsong's Dantian, and countless vitality of heaven and earth was absorbed by Nascent Soul.

The transparent broken sword was stabilized. Although the natal sword was broken, it was not lost.

When the Nascent Soul jumped out of the golden elixir, Heavenly Dao sensed that the dark clouds that had been swept away by the light of the sword had regrouped. Amidst the lightning and thunder, an extremely terrifying thunder disaster was brewing.

When practitioners reach the Nascent Soul stage, they will face a test from heaven and earth.

Those who survive this calamity are the great monks of Yuanying. If they fail to survive, they will die.

This is the first consideration of heaven and earth for cultivators, also known as the Three Three Thunder Tribulations!

Every year, countless alchemy monks die in these three thunder tribulations.

Leng Qingsong, whose breath gradually stabilized, opened his eyes slightly, looked at the thunder disaster brewing in the sky with some dissatisfaction, and slowly uttered one word:

"roll!"