Cultivation of Immortals: Village Pen Fairy

The suona sounded continuously, undulating like a mountain range, and those who heard it felt sad.

The monk in white stared at Gongyilin, "Don't waste the time."

Gongyilin no longer struggled, Qinghe let go of his hand naturally, he stood on the spot, lowered his head, his eyes covered his eyes, after a long time, he sighed, very softly, but it was like the mourning of a lone goose, too loud Harsh.

The white-clothed monk glanced at the wooden box wrapped with red strings, "Why, don't you think it's enough?"

"Slightly insufficient." As if he had made up his mind, Gongyilin turned slightly sideways, looking at Qinghe with both eyes, "He wants you and me to form a yin relationship, are you willing?"

Qinghe, "Follow you."

Gong Yilin said again: "To get married, gifts are indispensable." Sujie pointed her index finger around each wooden box, "This is mine, where are your gifts?"

Fierce beasts don't need magic weapons. Kunpeng can soar into the sky with its wings, and it doesn't need flying weapons. As for storage bags and interspatial rings, they are like chicken ribs, so don't worry about them.

At this time Gongyilin suddenly asked a question, Qinghe was really stunned, but he soon had an answer, before Gongyilin could continue to ask, a pure white, brand new feather appeared steadily in the latter's palm, It looks soft, but every tiny grain is like a blade, which can easily cut the throat of a strong man.

Gongyilin used to spend a lot of time to get a Kunpeng feather, but now that his wish has come true, he was more surprised than happy. He put away the feather and said without changing his face: "You want to express the lightness of our relationship?" Yu Hongmao?"

Seeing his deeper thoughts, Qinghe's eyes darkened, "Don't even think about the fins on the tail."

Gongyilin looked a little embarrassed, and made up his mind that he must insist on Qingshan not letting go, as long as he persists, he will surely get one one day.

You must know that the wings of the phoenix are three feet long. Because of their beauty, some people praise the phoenix's tail for three feet, and one foot is one foot.But Kunpeng's tail is even worse than that, it is the sharpest part of Kunpeng's body, and it is also the most perfect part. The urge to pack it in.

Gong Yilin said, "Etiquette is light and affection is heavy, so I will reluctantly accept this feather first."

Having said that, I didn't see any reluctance between his brows, and he didn't even forget to set several layers of restrictions on the storage bag.

"I accepted a gift, and I want you to do one more thing for me."

Qinghe, "Say it."

Gong Yilin closed his eyes for a moment, and when he opened them again, he pointed his fingers at the white-clothed monk, his pupils were full of ruthlessness, "Help me kill him."

Against the wind, and the suona was sometimes high-pitched and sometimes sobbing, but Qinghe could hear every word Gongyilin said very clearly.

He said, help me kill him.

"Okay." Regardless of the reason, there was only a deep and firm word, and the strong wind blew up, as if the bones of the whole body were creaking, and the huge coercion filled the whole world in an instant.

This is a space that was opened up alone, and due to the excessive momentum, the entire space was instantly shaken.

The white-clothed monk's expression didn't fluctuate in the slightest, his clothes fluttered against the wind, and he stretched out his hand to grab the void. His seemingly slender fingers, but every inch of flesh, every muscle and bone, was full of terrifying power. Space... In his palm, it seemed After being compressed, "Your strength is far from enough."

Qinghe's body flew out in an instant, whizzing away like a long rainbow.

As he got closer, the monk in white drew a strange pattern in the air. The space seemed to be divided here, and even some grains of sand that were unintentionally involved were crushed into powder.

Qinghe did not avoid it at all, and a terrifying ring-shaped hurricane set off around him. This hurricane, like a solid barrier, isolated all crises.

"It's interesting." The white-clothed monk narrowed his eyes, and his cultivation base increased sharply after he said a few words. He was a little away, and the outermost edge of the ring-shaped hurricane made a whirring sound, as if it was about to crack.

Just as he was about to continue exerting force and break through the hurricane barrier in one fell swoop, he felt a little stinging pain. He lowered his head, and a sharp long sword pierced through his chest at some point.

Not far away, Gongyilin was expressionless, like a puppet, to be precise, it was a puppet, which turned into powder and disappeared little by little in a short time visible to the naked eye, while Qinghe landed in mid-air, with nothing in his eyes. Little surprise.

The cultivator in white turned his head with great effort, and looked at the person who was sneaking behind him, his face that had not changed for thousands of years finally showed a change of expression, "Obstacle, eye, law, what is your relationship with the people from the Puppet Sect?"

With a sound of 'whoosh', the long sword was pulled out, and Gong Yilin licked the corner of his mouth, "The relationship between enemies is indeed a simple cover-up, but the person who used the cover-up was put on the spot, don't you think it's ironic."

"No, it's impossible, you can't find out..."

Everything is so perfectly disguised, there can be no flaws.

"I absorb the power of Cannian here. Not only has my cultivation increased dramatically, I am close to a pseudo-immortal, but I have also inherited the fragmentary memories of Cannian's master. Impossible, impossible..."

Gong Yilin, "You think that you are lucky enough to get the chance to be immortal, but his resentment, even a little bit, is something that ordinary people like you can swallow."

"The beast, the resentment, the remaining wish, everything seems to be going smoothly, but it is too smooth to gather together, and things that are too smooth usually mean that there is another mystery."

"Tell me, when did you find out that I was a fake..." The originally slender and beautiful fingers have gradually withered, and the white bones in the middle are faintly visible. It is such a pair of terrifying hands, tightly grasping Gong Yilin's wrist, " My more than 100 years of planning have been ruined, I am not reconciled, I am not reconciled!"

100 years ago, various sects and countless arrogances chased "The Stairway to Heaven", and he was one of them. Fortunately or unfortunately, he accidentally touched the formation and was trapped in this secret realm. Decades of darkness have never existed. Day and night change and seasons intersect. Almost when he was desperate, a voice in the darkness told him that the secret realm would be opened again in 30 years, and all the heroes of the world would gather here to compete again.

And he has an advantage over others. As long as he finds a wisp of remnants in the secret realm and melts it, he can grasp part of the power of this strong man during his lifetime.It was like God's help in the dark. He successfully found Cannian and merged it. Unfortunately, the owner of Cannian was too powerful in his lifetime. It was only a part of Cannian that almost controlled his thoughts. In the past ten years, he has become more and more confused, and sometimes even He will think that he is the master of this lingering thought.

If you can't even recognize yourself, how can others tell the difference?

"Tell me, or I will die in peace."

The corner of the clothes grasped by these hands was originally a clean blue color, but now it was stained with blood. Gong Yilin didn't seem to notice it, let him grab it, and didn't even guard against the other party's tricks, and gave him blood when his life was dying. fatal blow.

"I can tell you," Gong Yilin said calmly, "but you have to answer my question first."

"you say……"

Gongyilin leaned towards his ear, like a lover's whisper, but to a person whose heart had just been pierced by something, Gongyilin at this time was like a brightly colored poisonous snake, hissing towards him. He spit out snake letter.

He knew that the god of death was coming to find him.

"Who helped you find this remnant?"

This secret realm is only bright today. How can a waste who has no natal fire and cannot see in the dark find the remnants of the elder brother and even fuse them?

"sound."

"sound?"

"One, voice, I don't know who it is... Now it's your turn to answer me, why, found out..."

Gongyilin straightened up, his whole body was like a pine and cypress, his spine was straight, he pulled his sleeve hard, the moment the sleeve snapped, the white-clothed monk who was holding onto the corner of his clothes for support seemed to fall from the sky like a heavy stone. The fall caused a new round of damage to his internal organs and accelerated the passage of life.

Gongyi Linju looked at him condescendingly, and said two words coldly, "Details."

Simple details, even the explanation feels redundant, "I have been with that person for a hundred years, and his every move is clear to my heart. Although most of the time I can't guess his intentions, but the subtleties should be understood more thoroughly. Like a tiny movement, or some other habit."

The friar in white was lying on the ground, his eyes gradually lost sight, "I used to hear that someone can accurately find someone he knows among thousands of people with a pair of eyes, and someone can easily distinguish a person from a fake just by feeling. I didn't believe it before." , It turns out, it turns out to be true..."

Gong Yilin frowned when he heard that, and kicked the monk in white, "Guess what, I see that you are fake, because the person you pretended to be is left-handed."

Whether it's condensing a sandman or creating a wooden box out of thin air, the dying people on the ground use their right hands. He said with disgust, "Are you stupid?"

The friar in white trembled violently when he heard the words, and he could not rest in peace.

Seeing this, Gongyilin frowned even tighter, "Why did he die so quickly? Logically speaking, he should still be able to hold dozens of breaths. Unfortunately, I still have some questions to ask."

Qinghe looked at the white-clothed friar who was dying on the ground, and the last bit of blood spat out from the corner of his mouth. Thinking of Gongyilin's answer just now, he said seriously: "I should have been pissed off to death."

Gong Yilin was stunned and said: "Could it be possible that you also believe that with a pair of eyes, one look can tell the true from the false, this kind of nonsense?"

Qinghe rubbed his forehead, sighed and shook his head, "I don't believe it now."