The system runs away at the beginning, I regard the way of heaven as my father

Before the mountain gate.

Qi Jia couldn't help but reveal a sinister smile, then turned around.

As soon as he thought about it, the little fairy in the light blue flowing fairy skirt appeared in front of him.

He lowered his head and asked, "You said your father won."

"In other words, I lost?"

Seeing this, the time fairy was shocked and saluted, "Fellow Daoist Qijia, my words were unintentional, please do not take them seriously."

At this time, the little fairy said crisply: "But you left without competing with my father."

Qijia laughed, but his laugh was cruel.

He nodded. "Not bad."

"I forgot about that earlier, thank you for reminding me."

When the Fairy of Time saw this, he hurriedly took the little fairy away and protected her behind him.

He bowed and said in a serious tone: "Fellow Daoist Qijia, if that is the case, please show us your Dao of Qi."

However, Qijia turned a deaf ear to him and instead stared at the little fairy who popped her head out from behind the Fairy of Time.

"Look carefully, how I compare to your father."

As Qijia raised his hand, the body of the Fairy of Time shrank uncontrollably and was caught in his palm.

Then, the flesh and blood on his body began to fall off one by one, and then gathered in the air, as if it was constantly being refined and fused...

Finally, it became a ball of sticky colorful liquid, which kept rolling and flowing there.

At this moment, only a skeleton was left of the Fairy of Time, but he was still alive.

He opened his bony mouth in terror and begged for mercy, "Qi...Qi Jia Daoist Friend, spare my life..."

Not far away, the little fairy had been standing there in a daze, unable to speak, her eyes filled with endless horror and sadness.

The bald man was wearing armor, but he had a grim smile on his face.

He looked over and said, "Little girl, watch out, it's not over yet."

As the power of the weapon's immortal life emerged, the white bones in his hand quickly turned into a delicate color.

Flesh and blood are growing on it.

However, this new flesh and blood soon fell off and continued to transform into that sticky colorful liquid.

Qijia looked at the little fairy.

Although he was smiling, his tone was even more cruel: "Look, this is your father."

He raised the exquisite skeleton in his hand and continued: "Look, he is still alive."

"Aren't you from the Immortal Sect good at repairing objects?"

"But in my opinion, there is no need to go to so much trouble."

After saying that, he pointed to the ball of colorful liquid in the air.

"This thing is made from your father's flesh and blood."

"You only need to take a little bit, and it will turn into a colorful soft film. Stick it on the broken magic weapon, and it will be repaired."

"How about it, simple?"

Qijia walked over and patted the fairy on the head.

He added: "As for your father, he is still alive, but he has become a skeleton."

"From now on, every strand of flesh and blood born from his body will turn into this colorful liquid."

"Life is endless and inexhaustible."

"Tell me, I'll give this thing to your sect as a treasure to be passed down, okay?"

At this moment, the little fairy was already trembling all over. She looked up at the bald man. She wanted to cry and scream, but she had already lost her voice due to extreme fear.

And Qijia rubbed her head, and the power of immortal life surged in his palms.

After a while.

The little fairy knelt on her knees, kowtowed, her eyes full of respect.

"Thank you, Immortal, for the treasure."

When Qijia saw this, he smiled with satisfaction.

He handed over a bronze token to the little fairy.

He reminded: "The exquisite bone has been sealed in the token space. The colorful liquid will be produced continuously, so just use it without worry."

The little fairy nodded and kowtowed again.

"Got it, Immortal."

After saying that, he stood up and walked towards his own immortal gate in a daze.

Just as Qijia was about to leave, several rays of light fell from the sky, less than a hundred meters away from him.

"Qijia, I finally found you."

Morning Glory's tone was chilly and more serious than ever before.

At the side, Xin Jia waved his hand and the immortal life of the word "heart" emerged and turned into a ball of white mist, re-enacting the scenes that had just happened on the scene.

She was actually the same as Li Chuyi, achieving the seven-dimensional mystery.

Gambler A glanced at the screen and immediately became furious.

"Qijia, you son of a bitch."

"The little fairy just said that her father won. From the perspective of a child, it's such a common sentence."

"You actually did such a tragic thing because of this?"

And Li Chuyi was also standing aside.

At this moment, my heart was quite uneasy.

Because in the post-immortal era, he was traveling with Gu Xizhou.

I came across an immortal sect called Fumo Sect, where the cultivators were best at applying films to people's broken magic weapons.

Even various dazzling film-sticking techniques have been derived, and an extremely magical film-sticking rumor was born.

What the monks of this sect used were balls of colorful thick liquid.

In the past, Li Chuyi saw through the colorful membrane in their hands a delicate skeleton with empty eye sockets filled with endless sadness and loneliness. (See Chapter 329)

He once thought that a great war was about to break out, so such a sect came into being.

Now it seems that this is the case.

How can we not be sad when faced with such a tragic experience?

At one side, the short guy Cuojia spoke in a low voice, with mist in his eyes.

"Master Zhongjia, he is in such a pity."

"He didn't die, but became a skeleton. Every time flesh and blood grew on his body, it turned into that colorful mucus and was used to repair the magic weapon."

"For eternity, with no end."

"What's even more tragic is that his daughter..."

Li Chuyi didn't say anything, but looked deeply at the woman in front of him with an expressionless face.

At this moment, a fierce light flashed in Qijia's eyes.

Although his temperament also changed drastically, it was because he was no longer kind. He was no longer like Xijia, who was crazy and stupid.

"Master Zhongjia and everyone else, long time no see."

As soon as he finished speaking, he disappeared into thin air.

When Morning Glory Gambler saw this, his chest rose and fell violently.

"Damn it, I don't believe I can't catch up with you."

In an instant, the figure disappeared.

Xinjia watched this scene, said nothing, and left.

At the original place, Zhenjia lowered his head, the naive look in his eyes remained, and he was indifferent to everything outside.

He was wearing armor as a background and stood silently aside. It seemed that no one would look at him for even a moment.

Li Chuyi bent down and saw the little fairy in front of him.

He found that it was impossible to take out the exquisite bone, and he couldn't even make the little fairy's memory return to normal.

Undoubtedly, the cultivation level of Qijia Xianming has also been greatly improved.

"Bad guy!" The little fairy snatched back the bronze token.

Then he turned and ran: "This is given to me by the immortal, you can't take it."

After a long time, Li Chuyi slowly stood up.

Suddenly, he looked back again, and there was only a cloud of mist, and nothing else.

"Master Zhongjia, you are hysterical again." The little guy Cuojia said with concern.

Li Chu nodded, "It's okay."

At this time, Cuojia seemed to have thought of something and tried to ask: "Master Zhongjia, you really don't know how to refine your body and soul?"

"Isn't this what you are using now made by yourself?"

Upon hearing this, Li Chuyi just turned around with a smile in his eyes.

"Well, really not."