Even if we meet, we should not know [new version]

Zhou Tian's spiritual power poured down, pouring over Qianqing's body, spinning slowly, and the sound shook the valley.

The high-density spiritual power gathers together, and when they collide, there is a muffled sound of interlaced stones, and blue and white rays of light burst out.

With all senses blocked, Qianqing lay quietly on the smooth stone platform at the summit.

But seeing the six seals of 'Mao-You-Shen-Zi-Chen-Hai' formed by Baizang Immortal Venerable's hands in turn, it is hard to see how fast his movements are, but phantoms flashed with his hands when the seals were formed, and his spiritual power skyrocketed.

Compared with Lin Zichu who went all out when he summoned Jing Ling, he was much more relaxed and free, and the gap in strength was enough to show that Baizang Immortal Venerable was four levels higher than Lin Zichu.

The old man's beard and hair were completely white, but his cultivation was unfathomable. Under his withered body, there was a powerful force hidden.

After the six seals were formed, Baizang Immortal said loudly:

"Okay, the art of opening the pulse."

The wind and clouds were turbulent, and the spiritual veins vibrated.

The majestic spiritual energy poured down and slowly fell into Qianqing's body. His damaged internal organs were being quickly repaired, and he was scalded by the scorching fire, and the veins in his body were slowly accumulating spiritual energy.

Qingyang Immortal held the willow branch in his hand, waved his arm, and said softly:

"The return of spring."

Then I saw a silver light flashing between Qianqing's forehead, and I could vaguely hear the roar of a dragon.

The moaning sound was extremely weak at first, and then gradually became clearer.

Although the four of them already knew that there were Fulong scales fused between Qianqing's foreheads, but they still couldn't help but look solemn when they heard Fulong's roar at such a close distance.

Immortal Master Baizang urged: "Time is running out."

Qingyang Xianzun gritted his teeth, and his spiritual power roared out.

The dragon's chant became clearer, and after a while, a silver-white dragon scale rose from Qian Qing's forehead, shining brightly.

The dragon scale shook violently in the air, and after a while, a three-toed animal claw suddenly protruded from the sharp corner.

The animal claws were small and exquisite, exuding a suffocating and terrifying pressure.

Soon, more parts protruded from the corners of the Fulong scale.

In a violent shaking, Fulong's spine struggled and formed, like a winding mountain range, full of horror.

The vivid dragon beard, the majestic dragon pupil.

There are also tens of thousands of dragon scales, one next to the other, densely protecting Fulong's whole body.

Although Fulong is not as big as a finger, he can raise his neck and roar, which can still cause landslides and tsunamis, making the sun and the moon dark.

The divine beast suddenly regained its freedom, and felt so happy that it was hard to speak.

But its roar made the surrounding four cultivators quite afraid, frowning on guard.

Fu Long immediately noticed that it twisted and rotated like swimming, its pupils shrank suddenly, as thin as needle points, and looked fiercely at the four cultivators around it.

Regardless of his small body at this time, he boldly moved forward, as if he was about to step forward to fight, so fierce.

The Qingyang Immortal was startled, and spit spiritual power out of his palm.

Then there were two separated milky white eggshells, trapping the little Fulong, and with a 'click' sound, it was tightly covered.

Qingyang Immortal Venerable sighed greatly, heaved a long sigh of relief, and said: "Fortunately, there is the bone of the Immortal Lord!"

The white crouching dragon egg wrapped the whistling and parading Fulong, the light faded and fell on Qian Qing's forehead again.

At this time, there was a small silver dot on Qianqing's forehead, exuding majestic pressure.

Immortal Venerable Xuanying is good at formations, seeing this, with a touch of his right hand, there will be two complicated lines, hooped into thin strips, surrounding Qianqing's head.

The overwhelming coercion has been restrained, but it does not appear to be weak, but more condensed.

Immortal Master Baizang led the spiritual power entrenched above Jueding Peak into Qianqing's body, and said loudly:

"Introduce the spirit into the body."

The spiritual power that was spinning aimlessly at the top of Jue Ding Peak was slowly pressed down, and flowed into Qian Qing's body bit by bit.

"It's too slow!" Xuanying Xianzun said, using supernatural powers to speed up the flow of spiritual power.

Wanxian glared, opened and closed her lips, and wanted to speak, but in the end she just let out a cold snort.

Endless spiritual power poured into the tall but thin young man on the stone platform.

It is hard to imagine how such a body can accommodate so much spiritual power.

Even as an immortal, he has never seen such a situation, Qingyang immortal said:

"This... the spiritual power absorbed by the young master's pulse opening is too much, it is more than double what I was back then."

Xuanying Immortal Venerable said with great joy: "To balance the Queyan Crane and the Divine Beast Fulong, naturally a huge spiritual power is needed to support it. Don't talk nonsense, Immortal Baizang, hurry up! Quickly! Let's recruit more spiritual power, and look at our little one. Grandpa, how far can you open the pulse?"

Immortal Master Baizang grasped it with his right hand, pulled out a few spiritual veins from the top of the mountain, let go of his hand lightly, the spiritual veins danced snakelike, and landed in front of Qianqing.

Such vast spiritual power rushed into Qianqing's body crazily, causing Qianqing's blood to surge and her breathing to be short.

Wanxian felt uneasy, and asked hesitantly, "Would you like to take it easy?"

"No need," said Baizang Immortal Venerable with a smile, "Wan Xian, do you think this child looks like the Eastern Kun Immortal Master opened his veins back then?"

Wanxian was stunned.

Back then, the Immortal Lord Dongkun opened his veins and attracted immeasurable spiritual power into his body, draining the spiritual veins of a mountain peak in the Pillar of Optimus.

The pulse point even opened to the forehead.

Outstanding qualifications, unprecedented, arrogant to the world.

……

I do not know how long it has been.

Qian Qing was short of breath, opened her eyes suddenly, and a light suddenly appeared in front of her eyes.

The first thing I felt was physical exhaustion and severe pain, as if I had fought with someone.

Then Qianqing slowed down, groaned, and sat up.

He held his forehead with his right hand while looking around blankly.

He saw himself lying on a smooth stone platform, and there were three men and a woman sitting around the stone platform. They looked very strange, but he didn't have any impression.

Qian Qing stared blankly at each other, and the four of them also stared at him eagerly.

Wanxian's character is quite strong, but at this time her throat is choked up and she can't speak.

Xuanying Immortal Venerable asked: "Little Lord, do you have any discomfort in your body?"

Qian Qing noticed that the tall, thin uncle was talking to her, although she didn't understand why the other party called her 'Little Grandpa', she still said truthfully, "I'm so dizzy."

Gently touch the center of the forehead with the fingers of the right hand.

This is where Qianqing often suffers pain when her old disease breaks out.For some reason, there is now an extra dot there, which is hard to the touch.I can't use force, and when I use a little force, I feel a sense of disgust in my heart.

"Naturally," said Xuanying Xianzun happily: "The young master just successfully opened the veins up to the forehead, which is slightly better than the Immortal Master Dongkun. Then he sealed the Fulong on the forehead, but put the Yanxianhe on the dantian , the two restrict each other to form the body of 'Taifu Quyan', which is really interesting..."

Seeing Qianqing's confused expression, Immortal Bai Cang couldn't bear it any longer, interrupted Xuanying's eloquent narration, and asked:

"Your child... what's your name?"

Qian Qing turned her head and saw an old man with white beard and hair, but his eyes were kind and soft, which gave Qian Qing an indescribable intimacy.

He said: "My name is Qianqing, you old man, what's your name?"

The words are not very respectful, but the voice is bright and bright, and the temper is not like the gentle father, but more like Fairy Lanqiugui.

Seeing Qian Qing for the first time, everyone thought he looked like the Immortal Lord Dongkun after careful identification.

In particular, the child's pulse was opened to the forehead, and there was a silver forehead point, surrounded by a mantra to suppress Fulong's overbearing spiritual pressure, which was tied on the forehead like a hair band.How similar it was to the Immortal Lord Dongkun back then.

However, when he opened his mouth at this moment, Immortal Bai Zang clearly distinguished that this child must be the child of Lan Qiugui who died for love with his life back then, and his own daughter's own flesh and blood.

Immortal Baizang stretched out his arms, holding Qian Qingqi in his arms.

The old venerable suddenly burst into tears, and said in his mouth: "You child...you child...you are my good grandson, haha, you are my good grandson!"

Qian Qing was taken aback, seeing the old man crying and laughing, she cursed inwardly, she just wanted to say, 'How dare you take advantage of me, you, you are also my grandson'.

However, seeing the old venerable's sad expression, and the withered arm holding him tightly, he couldn't help feeling pity. Although he was embarrassed, he didn't struggle.

Wanxian on the side burst into tears, raised her sleeves and kept wiping.

Enduring the old man's inexplicable affection, Qianqing looked around and asked, "Where is this place?...Amao, where is my Amao?"

Wanxian hurriedly said: "This is the Pillar of Optimus. Amao was injured a little and is being treated by Xianjun."

"Optimus Pillar... yes, I want to go to Optimus Pillar, but why?" Qian Qing stared blankly at Wanxian, and heard another cracking sound in her ear.It seemed that something heavy had hit his head, and his ears were buzzing.

Qianqing hugged her head with her hands, curled up, and suddenly said: "I seem to have forgotten something, what did I forget..."

He turned his head to look at the four powerful monks who were in the out-of-body stage around him one by one, and asked in a roar:

"What did I forget? What did I forget! I..."

Qian Qing froze for a moment, then suddenly reached out her hand to the inside of the skirt and groped around.

After a while, a broken blue stone was found.

The stone seemed to have been roasted by fire, and there was a layer of scorched debris on it, which was shattered due to the high temperature.

There seems to be an inscription on the top of the stone, but it was burnt, leaving only a horizontal folded stroke, which looks particularly abrupt.

"What is this?" Qianqing spread her hands, staring at the stone in front of her.

Qingyang Xianzun hurriedly said: "Little Grandpa, don't worry, let me try for you and restore it."

One of the four immortals, one of 'Chun', is good at growth and healing. For Qingyang immortal, it is very simple to repair a piece of broken stone.

He spat force out of his palm, covering the gravel.

After sucking it for a few times, the stone did not recover, it was still the same as before, lying in Qianqing's hand charred black.

"Eh?" Immortal Qingyang was stunned for a moment, feeling very embarrassed, and when he was about to perform the fairy art again, he heard Xuanying said with a smile: "It's useless, Immortal Qingyang. This is being burned by the Queyan crane." Just after passing through, even if you go out of your body and cultivate yourself, you will not be able to return to heaven."

"This..." Qingyang Immortal looked at Qian Qing with a helpless expression.

Qian Qing looked at the broken stone in her palm, and suddenly burst into tears for some reason.

An unspeakable sense of sadness welled up in her heart, Qianqing burst into tears, and even forcefully stuffed the gravel into her mouth.

His face was stained with scorched black marks, and his saliva dripped uncontrollably to the ground.

It was a kind of reluctance to cherish desperately, wanting to keep it in his mouth carefully, the feeling was so strong that it made Qianqing's heart ache like a knife.

Subtle emotions reminded this teenage boy——

He has forgotten everything, but one thing he can still remember is that he loves him!