Pick up a god to cultivate immortality

"Junior Brother Qingfeng, Senior Brother, he has been seriously injured, you have to be careful!"

Qing Mengsong calmed down Qing Yan, carefully helped him sit up, and stuffed a dark pill into his mouth with his fat palm.

Then he took out the incense burner and incense sticks from the ring, lit them carefully, bowed respectfully to the sky, touched his chest, took out a paper talisman and shook it, the yellow paper talisman started burning on its own, and another Holding a golden bell in one hand, it started to jingle.

He looked a bit clumsy, and the fat on his body was swaying back and forth with his movements.

This bell is also a Sanqing bell, but it is an enhanced version of the Sanqing bell. The ancient runes above turned into golden light that rippled gently around.

Master Qingyan was enveloped in the golden light and suddenly felt refreshed, and even the injured area no longer felt so painful.

"The fragrance echoes the heaven and earth, and the fragrance is burning through the gate of heaven; the golden bird rushes like cloud arrows, and the jade rabbit shines like a wheel; the south and the north star shine all over the sky, and the five-color clouds are noisy; the temple is opened in the Ziwei Palace, and the peach blossom girl invites the gods; thousands of miles away The incense on the road is stretched out, and flying clouds and horses are coming. Please pay homage to the three benefactors of this altar, all the saints and vajra saints; the great general Xuantian Tianwu, the five emperors of the five directions appear like clouds; the two great sages of Kanshan Snow Mountain, Jin Zha Mu Zha Na Zha Lang: I helped the boy to speak, and pointed out the Taoist disciple Qingmengsong. It is very clear that the divine soldiers are as urgent as the law!"

He finished reciting the God-Inviting Mantra in one breath and joked that he was not good enough in cultivation and could not beat him again and again. If he didn't ask for help from a powerful person in the realm of God, he would be waiting for death!

As for who he can invite and which gods are willing to come, he doesn't know!

When Master Qingyan heard that he had recited the God-Inviting Mantra, he immediately coughed several times. Although the God-Inviting Mantra was powerful, the consequences it brought were also extraordinary! It can cost you half your life's cultivation, or it can cost you your life!

His junior brother is too impulsive. This is a strategy that kills one thousand enemies and damages eight hundred!

"Oh, junior brother, how can you destroy your own future! Oh..." He looked at Qing Mengsong sadly.

But what Qingmengsong was thinking about at this time was, what would he do with his future if his life could not be saved?

She was a person that neither his senior brother nor his younger junior brother could defeat. With his level of cultivation, if he tried to fight her, he would be killed.

The Sanqing bell that was shaking violently suddenly stopped. Qingmengsong looked at the bell in his hand in great surprise. Why didn't it move? Is it wrong to cast the spell yourself?

This was also his first time to ask God, so he didn’t know what was going on.

Just as he was staring anxiously and spinning around not knowing what to do, a golden beam of light suddenly shot out from the bell straight into the sky! The beam of light was three meters wide and extremely dazzling. Qingyan and Qingmengsong both squinted their eyes in unison, following the extension of the beam of light, and at the same time looked up to the sky!

The white clouds in the sky suddenly changed color at this time, they were reddish purple clouds!

With a weird purple color, it slowly changes shape!

"Ah...junior brother...junior brother?! What's wrong with you?!"

Qing Mengsong's whole body twitched, and then he was shaking like he was struck by lightning. He rolled his eyes as he watched.

Qingyan screamed in fright, and tried to crawl over but was so painful that she couldn't move, so she had no choice but to give up.

It lasted for about half a minute. Qing Mengsong's fat body suddenly stiffened. He held orchid fingers with both hands, legs close together, and his eyes were charming and angry. Qing Yan was so frightened that Master Qingyan almost died on the spot.