Cultivation of Immortals: Village Pen Fairy

The elegant scholar smiled, his eyes were somewhat unclear.He died for thousands of years, and now a ray of soul has been awakened, and his eyes are slightly desolate and melancholy. His eyes looked around, and finally stopped on Bian Feichen, with a hint of love for talent: "Your way, go!" Wrong, it’s too late to turn around now.”

In the face of such great power, even if it is a ray of shadow, ordinary people will be respectful and fearful, not to mention that it may be a chance.Bian Feichen's eyes were clear: "My way is my way."

The elegant scholar shook his head and said no more.

He turned his head back, staring at the black dragon with a half-smile, the latter was shaking like a sieve, and shouted, "My lord, spare me." '

Gong Yilin shook his head, what a domineering creature a dragon is, and it is really disappointing that this dragon, who has fallen into the realm of demons, begs for mercy just for a chance of survival.

The elegant scholar also raised his head and sighed softly, "The combat power of the Kunpeng clan, even including some ancient creatures that have disappeared, can still be ranked in the top ten. You black dragon just took advantage of your age. If you give this little Kunpeng has been around for a hundred years, and I am afraid that it can fly you away with just one wing."

Hearing the words, Gong Yilin was startled, and immediately understood that the black dragon just now was probably just trying to pretend to be straightforward. According to the scholarly scholar, if it really wanted to meet the ancestors of the Kunpeng tribe, it could not just be afraid, it would have already kicked its feet. The anointed ran away.

I don't know who he was thinking of, but the elegant scholar looked down at Kunpeng again with some obvious kindness in his eyes, "Forget it, I will have a good relationship with you today."

After finishing speaking, he raised his left hand and grabbed it across the void. With a scream, the black dragon turned into several inches long, accompanied by a burst of golden light, and the scales on the spine split apart.

Blood sprayed, and the black dragon screamed terribly, struggling unceasingly, trying to escape the control, but it used all its strength, but it was of no avail. As soon as the elegant scholar let go, it fell to the ground like limp noodles with a thud, its eyes were filled with Darkness and resentment, vitality is constantly passing away.

It was just now that they were domineering and clamored to eat their black dragon, but in the blink of an eye they were forcibly deprived of the dragon marrow.

"Without the dragon marrow, even if it has monstrous power, it is impossible to revive it."

Everyone present understood why the elegant scholar did this. After his ray of soul was exhausted this time, it must also dissipate between the heavens and the earth. If the black dragon is not destroyed, the situation of Gongyilin and others will be very miserable.

Although he was ridiculed for his appearance, Gong Yilin still saluted respectfully, "Thank you for saving me."

The elegant scholar threw the dragon marrow into Gongyilin's hand, "Let that little Kunpeng refine it." After speaking, his phantom gradually dissipated, and at the last moment, his eyes stopped on Gongyilin, as if Can see through him.

Heaven and earth are different.He should have killed it with his own hands, but he hesitated for a while, seeing that the person in front of him behaved decently and respectfully, he still didn't make a move in the end.

"Three is great, five is honor, and nine is extreme. It's a pity that the world forgets that one is the beginning, and people avoid one."

The image disappeared, but the thick voice shook the world.

Gongyilin's expression was respectful, but the chill was gone from his eyes, he could see the murderous intent in the eyes of the elegant scholar just now.

The listeners can understand the literal meaning of the remaining words, but no one can understand the meaning except the people in the game. Gong Yilin is not worried that others will see what, so he puts the dragon marrow into the storage bag, with a bruise on his face. Putting on a smile, he looked at Kunpeng, "I'll save it for you first, and I'll give it to you when I go back."

The implication is that you have to be nice to me along the way, otherwise you will take it privately.

Kunpeng changed back into a little bird, and he didn't even look at him, obviously not taking the threat to heart.He spread his wings and landed on Gongyilin's shoulder. The latter smiled wryly. He had to find a way to successfully cultivate the seeds of the sycamore tree as soon as possible. He didn't want to be a bird stand anymore.

The little bird seemed to sense something, and turned its head slightly. Gongyilin quickly adjusted his expression. If he let this bad-tempered Kunpeng know that he regarded it as a bird, the end would definitely not be as simple as pecking twice.

The Dao is fifty, the sky is fourty-nine, and people escape one of them. 'One' represents a variable. The little bird's black bean eyes have a strange light. The world of cultivation is huge, but the way of heaven is unpredictable. Sometimes a monk or a trivial matter may change the pattern of the future world. The last words, but Does it prove that Gongyilin is a variable?

"Do you have something to explain?" A cold voice came from his mind. Gongyilin's eyes were treacherous, but his expression remained unchanged. The word 'confession' showed that Kunpeng had already doubted his identity. Yuan Sanxian's identity, every move is closely related to the sect.And Kunpeng probably heard the clue from the last words of the refined man.

"The mountain-protecting beast is only responsible for guarding the sect's mountain-protecting formation to prevent foreign invasions. What qualifications do they have to question the sect's Sanxian?"

"Qualification is self..." The voice in my head stopped suddenly, "Those who are harmful to the sect will be eliminated."

Its tone was cold, with absolute authority, but Gongyilin was calm. The unfinished sentence just now allowed him to confirm his thoughts about Kunpeng's true identity, and there were not many people who were qualified to question him.

"Sure enough, you despise my face." After thinking it over a bit, Gong Yilin returned to his usual thick skin, and said sadly, with a sad tone.

The little bird didn't pay attention to him at all.

Gong Yilin directly buried half of his face in the white wings, and squeezed out two drops of crocodile tears.

The fur was soft, and he rubbed it with enjoyment, and wiped his nose along the way.

"what!"

A scream echoed in the Holy Land of Undead, even worse than Cai Heilong's cry.

Gongyilin rubbed his face, "Xiaoya, did my face turn red?"

"It's swollen."

Gongyilin: ...

The air in the holy land of the undead is hot and dry, which is not good for Haidie, so Gongyilin recalls Haidie.The elegant scholars dissipated, the black dragon was exterminated, and the dragon burial array remained in shape, and the journey was extremely smooth.But no one is relaxed, everything has just begun, what happened before can only be regarded as an accident, and what follows is the real test.

"Inheritance assessment, are you sure you want to go?" Xian Puppet asked.

Let’s not talk about whether you can pass the assessment. Even if you pass the assessment and get the inheritance, the Tianjiao thousands of years ago is a lesson for others.

"We're all going the same way anyway, so what does it matter?"

Immortal Puppet didn't ask any further, what Gongyilin said was indeed somewhat reasonable, no matter what the purpose was, the destination was the same, and the only one who could lead the way was Bai Mo, who was recognized by the Holy Land of Undead.

Seemingly sensing the gaze falling on him, Bai Mo raised his head, but looked at Bian Feichen.

The moment when the eyes intertwined, they were all very ordinary, but only the person concerned may know what kind of turbulent waves are hidden in the bottom of the heart.

"Find a place." Bai Mo said concisely.

The sky has completely changed from dim to pitch black, and apart from a few stars, not even a cicada or frog can be heard in the entire Holy Land.The night here is an excellent occasion for monster activities. Compared with the daytime, the holy place at night can be called a hunting ground.

After examining the surrounding terrain, Bian Feichen chose a place with a wider view to prevent monsters from ambush.

Gongyilin thought this place was good, but the range of activities was a bit small, and he said to the little bird with malicious intentions, "Do you want to sleep with me?"

Snapped!

Fortunately, he dodged quickly, or he would have been slapped on the right cheek again.

"It's nice to hold a group to keep warm." Gong Yilin said regretfully, "Next time you'd better just peck me."

The little bird glanced at him out of the corner of its eye.

Gongyilin bowed his head and said something, the feathers on the tip of the little bird's tail exploded directly, and just about to spread its wings to blow people away, it suddenly stopped, Gongyilin closed it when he saw it was good, and walked away before it attacked again Go to Feichen over there.

"What did you tell it?" Bian Feichen was puzzled.

Gong Yilin said in a low voice: "It's just that every time he slaps me, he makes a crackling sound, which will lead to misunderstanding."

"What's the misunderstanding?" Bian Feichen didn't understand at first, but when he saw Gongyilin's malicious eyes, he immediately understood something, and his face turned red.

Although his voice was low, he was not an ordinary person present, so he could hear it clearly.

Immortal Puppet glanced at him, and said coldly: "It's just a matter of lip service." His intuition told him that Gong Yilin had no similar experience, and ghost cultivators had special physiques.

Gong Yilin turned around, "We are just about the same. Strictly speaking, you are worse than me."

As soon as these words came out, several thoughtful eyes focused on Xian Puppet.

Seeing the storm brewing around Xian Puppet, Bian Feichen coughed, "Why don't you come and 'clean up' the surroundings with me, Senior."

There were a few faint auras not far away, although they were not sure what they were, they definitely wanted to kill them.

"It doesn't look like a monster." Gong Yilin also noticed those unusual auras, "Go and have a look."

Hiss!

You can vaguely see the strange long strips writhing on the ground, many of which are intertwined in twos and threes.

"Snake?" Bian Feichen raised his eyebrows.

If they are snakes, their luck will be bad. Among the monsters, snakes are the most cunning, and night is a good time for them to be active.And the snake-type monsters that can survive in the holy land of the undead may move more quickly.

"It's just similar in shape." Gongyilin looked at the outline of the long object and shook his head, "But our luck is really bad."

Bian Feichen looked up at him, "What do you mean?"

"I'm afraid it's a monster like man-eating vines."

Bian Feichen frowned, "It's better than encountering a monster."

Plant-type monsters can only be completely exterminated by cutting off their roots, otherwise, with their recovery ability, they will soon make a comeback.

"It's just a part of the fringe thorns. It's meaningless to kill it. Follow the source to find it."

Bian Feichen nodded in agreement, anyway, he was already being targeted, so instead of taking precautions, it is better to take the initiative to find the door.

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

Fairy Puppet: Bastard!

Gong Yilin: I love you.

Fairy Puppet: Damn things!

Everyone: We all feel sorry for you.