The beauty of this deity is the best in the world of self-cultivation

The huge body of the Flame Beast King leaped nimbly in the air, and as the wind blew lightly, its figure completely disappeared under the blushing and dim moonlight, and it was unknown where it had gone.

But Ye Shangqiu and Shang Yuci walked through the vast deep pool, but they entered a very strange and remote place.

The blood color of the red moon was gently isolated by the pool water that covered the sky, and the glimmering clear light came from all directions, illuminating the path they were walking on.

The blackness in front of him looked like a giant beast of the abyss eager to choose someone to devour, but Ye Shangqiu walked without a trace of hesitation, with the sleeves of his black robes fluttering lightly, as if he was about to sink into the boundless abyss and never be seen again.

Shang Yuci's mind moved slightly, and the speed was a little faster, and it landed beside him. The long sleeves of the wide monk robe fell, covering the palm he stretched out and holding Ye Shangqiu's fingertips accurately.

He searched for Ye Shangqiu's fingertips and pinched them upwards, and then inserted his hand into Ye Shangqiu's fingertips, fastened it tightly, and made an excuse for himself by the way: " It seems a bit gloomy and gloomy here, and the disciple was a little frightened, so he had no choice but to follow closely beside the master, and hope that the master will not despise the disciple."

Ye Shangqiu's fingers were tightly squeezed by him, and the slightly cold fingertips of the rebel kept gliding across his palm, a slightly familiar but completely different feeling suddenly arose, which made his heart There was also a trace of subtle impatience and irritability that did not know where it came from. At this time, after hearing his reason that was almost nonsense, his expression was even more condensed, and his piercing eyes were particularly shining in the surrounding clear light. head.

Demon Lord is not afraid.

He even hooked Master Gouye's palm with his little finger boldly, making him pinch his palm unconsciously, and then with a thin smile on his face, he asked cheekily, "Master, why is he looking at this disciple like this?"

Of course, I was thinking about how to leave you here unknowingly and clean up the door quietly.

Ye Shangqiu pursed his lips and turned his face back, but layers upon layers of blurred images flashed inappropriately in the sea of ​​consciousness.

It seemed to be the same here and now. In the dark and deep abyss, a monk whose face could not be seen was leaning on a giant tree, stroking a shining gemstone in his hand, surrounded by various elixir, forcing out a misty The spiritual light also covered the abyss of water with a layer of cool color.

A red, fist-sized beast suddenly sprang out from the grass, taking advantage of the unsuspecting monk who seemed to be comprehending the Dao, grabbed a elixir with extremely bright aura, and ran away.

The cultivator who lived close to the tree didn't make a move, but another man in white walked over from the vast water-colored forest, with his fingers unbiased, he was grabbing the little beast and the elixir together.

"Tianjun is so magnanimous that he even gave up the ungrown golden scale vine to this evil beast?"

His voice was gentle and deep, as melodious as the strings of a zither, but it also carried a hint of intimacy and teasing, tinged with a hint of ambiguity.

The cultivator sitting under the giant tree seems to have long been used to the unrestrained behavior of the man in white. At this time, he only raised his hand lightly, and a bright flame penetrated through the dark moon forest and landed directly on the man in white. In front of him, tell him to walk to the side by the moonlight and fire.

The man in white fled away carrying the little red beast and the golden elixir, and faintly laughed a few times.

"Has your calamity passed?" the monk under the tree asked in a cold voice, his voice was indistinct and indistinct, but one could feel the frosty coldness in it.

"It's over." The man in white said with a smile, "I don't know what reward Tianjun has?"

Before the monk could make a sound, he stretched out his hand to grab the monk's thin and graceful jaw, and leaned over.

The face of the man in white gradually enlarged, but became more and more blurred. Ye Shangqiu blinked, and the confusion in his eyes gradually faded away, and the cold indifference like that of an ancient well was restored.

Shang Yuci noticed his strangeness at this moment, and suddenly felt a little unhappy in his heart.

What was his master thinking just now?To whom was the intimacy flashing across his eyes?

Under such incomprehensible anger, he couldn't help but use some strength to grab Ye Shangqiu's hand.Practitioners often temper their bodies with spiritual energy. At Ye Shangqiu's level of cultivation, his whole body is almost completely tempered by spiritual energy, and his physical body is indestructible. Shang Yuci's strength did not cause any harm to him.

But... there's always something wrong.

Ye Shangqiu didn't care whether his hand was pinched or not, turned his head to look at Shang Yuci, and saw a sharp golden glow in his eyes, and knew that the killing intent in his body was boiling again. For some reason, he raised his other free hand and gently stroked the cinnabar between his brows——

A bright red light burst out from the cinnabar, and instantly circulated around Shang Yuci's body, and also under the boundless murderous pressure that rose faintly from him, the sharp golden light that washed away reflected the abyss of water.

Shang Yuci's expression moved slightly, and he took a step back, looking at Ye Shangqiu's fingers, with a solemn expression that he had never seen before.

Ye Shangqiu was also a little dazed, recovered from his trance, frowned slightly with his long eyebrows, and slowly put down his hands.

After a long time, he lowered his eyes and said, "Sorry."

Shang Yuci's eyes dimmed, shook his head, and said with a smile: "Could it be that the master secretly gave away the disciple's Qingxin pill without telling the disciple? Otherwise, how could he apologize to the disciple for no reason?"

Ye Shangqiu: "..."

Several bottles of Qingxin Dan were stuffed into Mozun's hands.

Master Ye showed by his actions that he gave the pills openly and aboveboard, and never sneaked.

Shang Yuci unconsciously pampered him, put away the elixir, and his gaze fell on Ye Shangqiu's thin, well-shaped lips, with a twinkle in his gaze.

Ye Shangqiu turned his head slightly, looked ahead at the path still hidden in the darkness, and said coldly, "Let's go."

They didn't walk slowly, but they weren't fast either. They were delayed for a while, and even slower. The space isolated by the pool was trembling, as if something was moving towards them. Come here, it seems that the will sprouting here is urging them.

Boundless Qinghui continued to advance as they moved forward, slowly revealing the true face hidden in the darkness.

It was indeed a deep stream.

The long river passing by is surging, but there is no sound of water; the luxuriant trees are towering, but there is no shaking.

When the two of them came here, it seemed that they were impolite guests breaking into a real fairy cave, and they were quite out of place.

"Master?" Seeing Ye Shangqiu frowned and stopped in his tracks, Shang Yuci couldn't help calling him, raised his hand and gently rubbed his slightly frowning brows away, "But what's wrong?"

No.

If you want to, you, a traitor, will deceive your master and destroy your ancestors again.

Ye Shangqiu raised his long eyelashes slightly, his cold eyes fell on Shang Yuci's face, and then he looked away abruptly, his tone became even colder: "It's nothing."

As he said that, he didn't wait for Shang Yuci to make any moves, and with a flick of his sleeves, he stepped on the stone path under his feet and walked towards the long river.

The upside-down long river is so magnificent, it's almost...it's extremely similar to the one he just saw in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Ye Shangqiu's eyes narrowed slightly, and a rare feeling of bewilderment flashed across his face, which reduced a bit of the loneliness and coldness in him that rejected people thousands of miles away, which made people think about it.

Since he set foot on the road, he has always kept his heart and practiced diligently, but he didn't know where the blurred pictures came from, and where he would push him to go.

Ye Shangqiu is not a fool, so he quickly sorted out the timing of these blurred images——

All of them suddenly appeared in his sea of ​​consciousness when he was about to find a kind of elixir recorded in the ancient book, or when he noticed that strange and familiar breath again.

At this moment, there is no aura he is familiar with here, so it can only be...

Elixir.

As a pharmacist, Ye Shangqiu naturally loves elixir.Especially those elixirs recorded in ancient books——

Or it can be said that it is no longer a panacea, but a fairy grass.

Although other rare elixirs are rare, as long as you are willing to spend a lot of effort and money, you can still find a few plants, but these fairy grasses recorded in that ancient book have long since disappeared in time. There are only a few words left in the secret jade slips of those aristocratic sects, which make people think endlessly.

These fairy grasses are related to the Yishu Daoxiu who appeared in his sea of ​​consciousness, and even, if he guessed correctly, that ancient book should also be written by that Daoxiu, and the fairy grasses recorded in the ancient book are naturally related to He has something to do with it.

Then, the Zhaotian fairy lotus that he had seen since Xihe and the small world, and the Dayan tree that he had seen in the Zeshui secret realm... Is it also the legacy of that Taoist cultivator?

What is the relationship between Daoxiu... and Shang Yuci?

Ye Shangqiu's eyelashes trembled slightly, but what was in his mind was the man in white that he had seen in the sea of ​​consciousness before, coming from the forest.

His facial features are also very vague, but his words and deeds are not far from Shang Yuci's, his body seems to be light and fragrant, and endless killing intent rises and lingers...

Such complicated thoughts just appeared in Ye Shangqiu's thoughts for a while, and they were pressed down to the deepest part of his heart very quickly by him.

He walked to the middle of the vast river following some hints that had vaguely appeared in the sea of ​​consciousness and were also slightly mentioned in ancient books, stepping on the sparkling water waves, his clothes fluttering with the aura that belonged to Master Nascent Soul at this moment It is obvious—

The turbulent long river instantly set off huge waves, and a golden spiritual flower, like a stack of dragon scales, swayed gently among the thousands of waves and water droplets, and the astonishing fragrance came out.

Ye Shangqiu raised his hand to hold it lightly, and the long flowing river was steamed by his incomparably scorching true energy, and endless mist appeared, slightly covering his expression.

Shake the world and change the river course.

The long river was caught by him in the air, and it kept rolling in the air, and faintly let out a few roars like the roar of a dragon.

Seeing this, Shang Yuci twitched his brows slightly, and also pinched a spell casually. He jumped up and stood at the same place as Ye Shangqiu. The bright golden light was as sharp as a blade, and the water dragon dared not raise its head.

As if aware of the strong suppression here, the golden, extremely flexible and beautiful spirit flower trembled a few times in the long river, and unexpectedly fell directly from the river, falling straight into Ye Shangqiu's hands.

Shang Yuci looked a little strange, and said with a smile: "Congratulations, master... I got another rare elixir."

However, Ye Shangqiu held the golden spirit flower in his hand, and his expression was dull and condensed: "...um."

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