Immortal Mansion Royal Beast

In the farmyard, a little girl was in a daze. She always felt like she had forgotten something. She looked at her little hands, always wanting to grab something.

"Qiqi, come and eat."

Her mother's call made Qiqi forget all these. Thinking of the delicious food, she quickly ran into the house.

Inside the room, a burly woman was cooking, while another even stronger man was wiping his weapon.

What’s frightening is that the couple’s heads all look like bears.

Only Qiqi looked like a human being, but she didn't feel anything wrong with this. She sat down at the dining table and started tearing the flesh and blood in the copper pot.

Seeing Qiqi eating like this, the bear-beast man who was wiping his weapon smiled with satisfaction.

As time passed, Qiqi's body continued to grow, and in the blink of an eye, she was already fifteen or sixteen years old.

But the same scene kept repeating itself, and Qiqi never left the yard over the years.

"Qiqi, come and eat."

The familiar call made Qiqi in the yard obey subconsciously, but as soon as she took a step, she found that her clothes had become no longer fit.

With doubts, Qiqi walked into the house. The bear-beast man was still wiping his weapon, and the bear-beast woman continued to cook.

"Dad, my clothes are too small."

"I understand. I'll give you a new one next time."

After the brief conversation, they ate in silence. But the next time they met, when Qiqi asked about the clothes again, the answer she got was still the same.

"I understand. I'll give you a new one next time."

Qiqi was silent. She seemed to understand something. She slowly walked to the sturdy man and slowly stretched out her hand to his weapon.

Holding Qiqi down with one hand, the bear beast man transformed into Xiong Feng and said sternly:

"Want to escape from my control? It depends on whether you have the ability to do so."

A gust of evil wind blew, and Qiqi stepped back in silence. Then, for some reason, she instinctively started fighting with the bear-like man.

The woman who was preparing the food on the side seemed to have seen nothing. She was still preparing her meal leisurely, not paying any attention to what was happening behind her.

In the outside world, Qiqi's body was wrapped in six-colored divine power, and the turbid current of desire contained in these divine powers was washing over Qiqi at this moment.

However, the turbid flow of desire that caused the three Jindan cultivators to explode in an instant was sorted out with a special method, and the damage it caused to Qiqi was greatly reduced.

The most ardent power of faith carried in these turbid currents of desire caused Qiqi to torture herself.

Whether it is the body of a little human girl or the strong man and woman of a bear beast, they are the deepest reflections in Qiqi's heart. Perhaps Qiqi herself does not know that these are the scenes deep in her heart.

The six colors of tails, together with Qiqi's own color, formed seven enlarged demon tails, blooming in front of everyone.

"Monster!"

Some of the other monks on the shuttle shouted in fear. They didn't know Qiqi's true identity, and Qiqi's image in the previous siege was not like this.

"Shut up, this is our master's spirit beast. If you dare to talk nonsense again, we will not be polite."

Zhang Suifeng commanded the monks to form a formation to block the surrounding airspace and prevent any unfamiliar monks from approaching.

As Qiqi stayed in the illusion longer, the spiritual energy of the surrounding heaven and earth quickly gathered here.

Mrs. Hua frowned. This was not the place where Qiqi could survive the tribulation. Could it be that Qiqi was really going to face the tribulation of forming a baby here?

And what exactly did his master, Sect Leader Fang Qingyuan, think about the formation of this situation?

In Qiyun Immortal City, Yuanling Mansion, Fang Qingyuan focused his attention on the incident that was happening a million miles away.

Judging from Fang Qingyuan's own strength, he had no way of grasping Qiqi's situation in real time, but the power of faith was truly the best medium in the world. Through the power of faith, Fang Qingyuan was able to have a clear idea of ​​Qiqi's changes at this time.

Qiqi is not currently going through a tribulation, but rather an epiphany. The opportunity that led to this epiphany is the power of faith from these six statues.

Fang Qingyuan was not confident at the beginning, and let Qiqi successfully advance to the Nascent Soul stage only by the power of faith.

Tu Wuzhao might have this kind of magical power and skill, but Fang Qingyuan has not formally practiced Shinto techniques, so he does not have this ability.

He just took a shortcut and used the spiritual material with spatial attributes crushed by Qiqi to temporarily transfer the power of faith accumulated in the Immortal Palace to Qiqi, in order to increase Qiqi's combat power in a short period of time.

The current predicament, or opportunity, that Qiqi is facing is just the negative effect caused by this method.

Even if Qiqi didn't survive, these powers of faith would not take Qiqi's life, because to some extent, these powers of faith were something Fang Qingyuan could influence.

The power of faith comes from the continuous offerings of millions of mortals in the Immortal Palace, and its owner is Fang Qingyuan himself. However, Fang Qingyuan himself does not want to be contaminated, and instead chooses to transfer the power of faith to the six puppet statues created using the methods in the "Six Desires Demon Sutra".

The power of faith is a double-edged sword that hurts both the enemy and yourself.

If it cannot be completely refined and affected by the turbid current of desire it carries, Fang Qingyuan will lose himself over time and become a complete god, without his own joys, sorrows, anger, and happiness, and without his own consciousness.

The formation of the turbid flow of desire is the inner vision of mortals, that is, making a wish.

The power of faith generated by this kind of wish is turbid. Only the most devout fanatics will not have any distracting thoughts. Their power of faith is pure and flawless, and can be easily absorbed by monks to improve their cultivation.

But Fang Qingyuan currently has no fanatical believers of his own. The power of faith of the millions of mortals in the Immortal Palace is all filled with poisonous turbid currents of desire.

Even after being refined and precipitated by six statues of gods, Fang Qingyuan did not dare to use it easily.

But Fang Qingyuan doesn't use it himself, so he can give it to Qiqi, because Qiqi can follow the path of a primitive god.

Of course, all this depends on how Qiqi herself chooses in the illusion.

The scene in the illusion began to change. When Qiqi pulled the weapon out of the bear-beast man's body and kicked him away, the bear-headed woman who had never turned around slowly turned around.

But his entire face was blank, which was beyond Qiqi's expectations.

"My child, I'm sorry that I haven't been with you in your growth over the years."

Qiqi's eyes were as sharp as gold. She remembered that she had lost her mother when she was young, so she could not imagine what her mother looked like.

The bear-headed woman in front of him was just his fantasy.

After realizing this, Qiqi's eyes were filled with tenderness, and she said to the bear-headed woman:

"Mom, I don't blame you."

As Qiqi spoke, all the scenery in this unchanging courtyard began to disappear like fine sand. Qiqi transformed into a little girl and appeared in another scene.

Unlike the embodiment of power and maternal love in the previous scene, the figure that appeared this time was Fang Qingyuan.

Fang Qingyuan also turned into a little boy, stretched out his hand to Qiqi and said:

"Come on, Qiqi, let's go catch loaches together."

Qiqi was confused again. After thinking for a moment, she happily handed her hand to the handsome Fang Qingyuan. The two of them skipped to the river and started catching loaches.

In the outside world, of the seven tails on Qiqi's body, three turned into her own color, while the remaining four were still flashing various different lights.

"Something is not right. That demon beast's use of this method does not seem to be without cost. She is in the process of advancing to a half-Nascent Soul demon beast that is about to advance. I don't need to say more, everyone."

In a temporary gathering place hidden behind the clouds, a dozen Jindan cultivators met together and discussed what had just happened.

No one showed any shame for the defeat, nor did they feel sad about the deaths and injuries of their comrades.

If they die, they can only blame their bad luck and fate, and cannot blame others for not saving them. They, the robbers, are a pack of hyenas who only care about their own interests, and they cooperate with each other only to allow themselves to eat more meat.

"A half-Yuanying demon beast? If that's the case, I'm willing to make another charge. I only want her soul. No one should be able to snatch this thing from me, right?"

A bald strong man spoke in a strong voice. He was surrounded by lifelike ghosts, including images of monks and various monsters.

"King of Ghosts, haven't you always wanted to find a Yuanying cultivator's soul to be your main soul? Why do you also like this half-Yuanying monster?"

A gigantic tentacle monster made a joking sound, to which the White Walker King chuckled but made no response.

Another monk with a bloodshot eye in the middle of his brow spoke with the mouth in his palm:

"I want the real blood from this monster."

"I want half the meat."

"I want a heart."

At one time, many monks spoke up, and after stating their needs, they all looked at a human monk with a seductive face.

"Wan Gu, please give me a definite answer, will you do this?"

Wan Gu looked around and licked the corner of his mouth. For some reason, this simple action made everyone feel a chill.

The Ghost King stepped back in fear, causing Wan Gu to sneer.

"Do it! Why not? What will I eat if you don't do it?"

After Wan Gu said this, black flames burned all over his body. He summoned a ruler-shaped magic weapon and rushed towards the battlefield.

Seeing that the Golden Core had reached the perfect state and the most powerful Wan Gu had taken action, many Golden Core cultivators called upon their subordinates, and like ghosts crying and wolves howling, they rushed back to the previous battlefield and launched a surprise attack.

"Enemy attack!"

A hundred miles away, the monk on lookout issued a desperate warning, but was then overwhelmed by the enemy's magical attacks.

It was a hundred miles away and a Jindan cultivator could arrive there in a moment. When Madam Hua had just formed her battle formation, the attack from the other side had already arrived.

"Hundred Ghosts Night Parade!"

The Ghost King released tens of thousands of evil ghosts in his body, covering the entire battlefield. He laughed sneeringly, enjoying the pleasure brought by killing.

The monk with blood eyes shot out blood lines from his brows. Any monk he touched, unless he was at the Golden Core stage, would be turned into blood and then rolled back into the blood eyes.

"Madam, the situation is critical. These enemies are all coming for us!"

Madam Hua looked at Qiqi who was being protected by Tuantuan and said calmly:

"I know, hold your ground!"

"Ma'am, I think"

"Shut up, take back your thoughts, you have to do the job if you are paid, and be loyal to your duty, only then you are worthy of the name of Qiyun."

Madam Hua sternly stopped her subordinates from giving up on Qiqi. In their eyes, Qiqi was just one person, not as valuable as these ten large ships, nor as valuable as the lives of these monks.

But Mrs. Hua knew that in Fang Qingyuan's eyes, Qiqi was more valuable than the entire fleet. Even if these people were wiped out, Qiqi would be sent back safely.

What's more, at this moment, his master was staring at the scene in front of him.

"Command: Thunder Method - Nine Yuan Five Emperors Inner Thunder Seal!"

At this critical moment, Mrs. Hua opened her mouth and spit out a small thunder seal, and held it in the palm of her hand.

The Five Emperors' statues were engraved on this thunder seal. Madam Hua raised it above her head and solemnly called out to an attacking Jindan cultivator:

"Pardon: The Eastern Emperor's Divine Thunder, thunder is coming!"

A ball of lightning with a destructive aura flashed out from the thunder seal, and in a split second, struck the Jindan monk. After the thunder passed, the Jindan monk had turned into a charred corpse, spinning down.

The surrounding robbery cultivators, instead of being afraid, ran towards the corpse excitedly, and even started to fight for the cultivator's body and storage bag.

Madam Hua ignored these Qi-refining and foundation-building cultivators. Her face turned pale, and the lightning produced by the Nine Yuan Five Emperors Inner Thunder Seal in her hand also dimmed by three points.

"Pardon: Southern Emperor's Divine Thunder, thunder is coming!"

Another destructive thunder was unleashed, and the fate of the targeted Jindan cultivator was not much better than the previous one, except that this person was able to escape crookedly and was not killed by a single blow, which showed that he had some skills.

At this moment, Madam Hua's face was completely bloodless, and the Nine Yuan Five Emperors Inner Lightning Seal in her hand was also dim, but Madam Hua didn't care at all and continued to spit out words with a bloody taste:

"Pardon: Northern Emperor's Divine Thunder, thunder is coming!"

With a crackling sound, this fourth-level inferior grade magic weapon, which had been nurtured and blessed by Fang Qingyuan layer by layer and refined by various thunder techniques using the Nine Yuan Five Emperors Inner Thunder Seal, was completely shattered.

The target of the last divine thunder was the Taoist Wangu who was suppressing the two Wen Da and Wen Er and seemed to be doing nothing and walking leisurely in the garden.

"The Northern Emperor's Divine Thunder? The abyss is black and stagnant, without revealing its power. What a good thunder technique!"

Taoist Wangu used one foot to break the combined magical power of Wen Da and Wen Er, and actually stretched out his left hand towards the incoming Beidi Divine Thunder, trying to subdue it completely.

But when Wangu grasped the thunder, his face suddenly changed, and in an instant it flashed, and he actually used the fire escape technique.

It was only because of this thunder that there was a subtle thought, questioning him:

"White Mountain Heel?"

The next moment, the sky here was suddenly torn apart, and a black and white Dharma image, wearing a six-colored cloak, stepped out from Qiqi's body, flashed to the side of Wangu Taoist, and asked in a real voice:

"I sensed Gao Lang's presence on you. Did you kill him?"