Cultivation card draw NPC

The golden elixir is a matter of life and death for a human cultivator. If an ordinary person loses the golden elixir, at least his entire cultivation will be destroyed, and at worst, he will be killed on the spot.

A high-ranking monk like Kou Yuanhua, even if his cultivation base is profound, is still at the end of his strength. If one day the golden core returns to his body, it will be difficult for him to walk to the end of the road and break free from the restriction of Shouyuan.

Jiang Qinfeng took a few deep breaths to force himself to calm down, and looked at Xie Lingtan silently, Xie Lingtan slowly let go of his hand.

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Jiang Youlin appeared surprisingly calm, his life experiences from the most noble to the most humble made it easy for him to understand what the devil did:

"It's a pity that the last heavenly dragon of a generation of immortals has come down to such a point, but... this is also a road to nowhere."

Everything is completely still in an instant, the wind and raging waves stop, the clouds scatter into the sky, and gradually, everything disappears without a trace. The wind blows the grains of sand away.

It is really a matter in the world, a big dream, but the yellow sand is endless and endless.

No, there is one more thing that is true.

Celestial Sword.

Everything in this illusion has become a past that has settled and cannot be changed. Only this sword that is contaminated with Kou Yuanhua and dragon blood at the same time remains here, silent and silent.

The Celestial Elephant Sword ranks first among the four magic weapons in the cultivation world. If it is more realistic, it will rank above the SSR in the system. It is left in the very special place of the Dragon Prisoner, so it cannot be drawn.

Not to mention that Kou Yuanhua lost his golden elixir and his cultivation base was no longer there, just the fact that he cooperated with the demon lord and his sword heart wandered, it was enough to shake the position of the Tianxiang sword master.

Everyone present knew that Kou Yuanhua was no longer the owner of Tianxiang Sword.

This first sword of cultivation has no owner for a long time, so it must be lonely and lonely, longing for a new master to pull it up from the dry bones and yellow sand, and once again traverse the world, shining in the six worlds, no sword dare not follow

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Jiang Qinfeng scratched his head and took a step back.

To be honest, he has no interest in this sword. In his opinion, this sword kills too much and is full of evil spirits, which is quite inconsistent with his sword intent.

He already has the Soul Sword, although his ability is far inferior to this super SSR equipment, but in terms of handiness, it is the best in the world in his heart.

A little nostalgic, a little uninspiring, but fortunately, it is casual and comfortable.

Jiang Youlin looked at the sword, his eyes glowed with admiration, and his eyes were burning:

"Is this the Celestial Sword? No wonder people in the cultivation realm can't find it everywhere. It's a pity that it was lost in such a place."

"Xiaofeng, I don't think you have any desire for this sword, why?" Xie Lingtan asked aloud.

Jiang Qinfeng showed him a relaxed smile, as if what was in front of him was not a magical weapon, but a kitchen knife that was important for ordinary kitchens.

"I know, some people may say that I have no eyes, but I am single-minded about the Lingxin Sword. For other Tianwu, no matter how good or powerful it is, I will always be less greedy."

After Jiang Qinfeng finished speaking, he felt that the sword body of the spiritual heart shone slightly, and the sword body vibrated, as if responding to his own intentions, he couldn't help but smiled slightly, thinking that this sword had been with him for ten years, and unexpectedly gave birth to a sword with him. Similar to Kenshin.

As for the sword, the most important thing is to communicate with one another.

He already has a sword with the same mind, but he has been waiting for the Ming Tianwu that really belongs to him until brother Xie.

I thought that these childish and naive words would attract Xie Lingtan's persuasion, but the other party raised the corner of his mouth slightly: "You are really good."

Jiang Youlin's obsession with cultivating martial arts has always been lower than his pity for his younger brother. Seeing that Jiang Qinfeng really did not intend to use this sword, he immediately wanted to seize it.

Xie Lingtan blocked his way, and said frankly: "Master Jiang, I do have some fate with this sword. I think, somewhere, it is waiting for me."

"Cultivator Xie's words are really absurd. When the Excalibur looked down on the world, you were not born yet. Since then, it has been lonely in the prison of the dragon. Is it destined for you?"

Jiang Youlin, the first-rank Lord of the Shang Dynasty, was personable and graceful. He realized that he had lost his composure in front of his younger brother, and the end of his words was raised deliberately. He paused, showing a reserved and self-sufficient smile.

He smiled lowly: "Look, I also have a destiny with it."

Jiang Qinfeng thought for a while, but he also felt that since Xie Lingtan had inherited Kou Yuanhua's swordsmanship and had dragon scales and a dragon heart on his body, he might really be related to celestial phenomena, but he thought about it again:

"Since Ah You wants to fight, let's try it. If he hasn't tried it, he won't be reconciled."

Xie Lingtan turned sideways: "Okay. Give it a try."

Jiang Youlin gave him a cold look, turned around and smiled dimpled at Jiang Qinfeng, as if he was not competing for the best Tianwu in the world, but picking the most outstanding flower in spring for his younger brother.

Those who are destined can draw their swords.

The more powerful a soldier is, the more he has his own character and spirit. Some look at cultivation, some look at talent, some look at aspirations, and some look at fate.

Jiang Youlin stretched out his hand, and grasped the black hilt bit by bit.

The face of a beauty in yellow sand and red clothes, the first sword of red blood and black gold.

It's beautiful.

If you can't pull it out, the sword should not.

Jiang Youlin sneered: "Why can't it be me?"

The sword still shouldn't.

Jiang Youlin: "Why can't it be me? There are only two people here who can take you out, not me, but him?"

Across the yellow sand, Jiang Youlin raised his head, Jiang Qinfeng and Xie Lingtan stood side by side in the distance, but he was a superfluous character.

At such times, people often involuntarily pop up some irrelevant and delicately involved things in their minds, such as the sunset in Xiangmu Village that day, the tired birds returning to the forest, the setting sun like blood, and the mountains covered with snow. Xia, so beautiful, he looked at it but shed tears.

"Ginger, hurry up!"

"Uncle Jiang, we are all waiting for you!"

"Oh, I don't know if I can have dinner when I go back."

Jiang Youlin was out of breath.

The boy in his memory scratched his head:

"I can't take such a precious thing from you... I can't help you, I won't get rewarded for nothing—huh? Why are you crying again?"

"You...you really don't want it?" His voice trembled, his eyes were red.

He likes him, to the point where it was obviously a heartbreaking afternoon, but he took it out to review and revisit it all the time, digging out one knife after another in his heart, each knife was engraved with Jiang Qinfeng's name.

Even if the feeling of sadness is like the tide flooding the beach layer by layer, time after time, time after time.

He wanted himself to remember the pain, and encouraged himself to keep moving forward and become stronger until——

Until, he can always be by his side.

Jiang Youlin exerted all his strength, endured the pain of tearing his heart, and mobilized the precious spiritual energy in his heart with great force. His whole body was covered in a layer of blood, his black hair moved without wind, and his red robe fluttered.

Those glamorous eyes swelled red.

"I let you answer me!"

"boom--"

"No, the land is sinking! Run! Ayou, run!"

It was too late, from the moment Jiang Youlin drew his sword, the entire yellow sand illusion was collapsing, flying sand and rocks, the sky was turned upside down, the sun and the moon were dark, Jiang Qinfeng saw Jiang Youlin's figure slowly sinking into the whirlpool, his heart tightened, and he ran up , but was held back by Xie Lingtan.

"Hold me tight!"

Jiang Qinfeng's face went dark, it turned out that Xie Lingtan was holding him firmly in his arms, using his body as a shield, falling into the endless blackness together with the sand and stones.

They kept going down, as if falling for a whole century, no matter how they fell, there was no end. What is the end of this eternal night?

It is fire.

Jiang Qinfeng opened his eyes, looking at the scene in front of him in disbelief.

Is this hell?

The waterfall formed by the collection of volcanic lava is like a burning river, rolling continuously, rushing down, merging into the huge blood pool below, sparking bursts of sparks.

On the blood pool, there is another black island, like a piece of iron that is boiling in a furnace all the time, the cracks and silk paths are all golden and red flames, heat and light, blood and iron, fire With the sword, light up the dark night of hell.

Xie Lingtan: "It seems that we can only find a way out from those swords."

Jiang Qinfeng followed his line of sight and saw that there were countless black swords stuck on the Xuantie island, which were exactly the same as the Celestial Sword. I was dazzled, and with normal methods, I’m afraid it would take hundreds of years to see all these swords, let alone Said to find the real Tianxiang sword.

"How could this be?"

Jiang Qinfeng searched around but didn't see Jiang Youlin's figure, he had to admit in his heart that he was really lost, and he regretted that he was reckless, he really made him willful, and now a catastrophe has happened.

Xie Lingtan replied: "I don't know, maybe it's a trial."

"Get out first, and then go round with Ayou, we have to hurry—"

Just as Jiang Qinfeng took two steps, he was pulled back into his arms by Xie Lingtan vigorously, and bumped into that cold, iron-like muscle, causing him to panic, as if he was locked in his arms.

Earn, can't earn.

"Thanks...brother?"

He had never been treated so roughly by Xie Lingtan. The first time he was not afraid or angry, but genuine doubts.

The purple-haired monk leaned forward slightly and pressed down. Although a dragon horn was missing on his head, it didn't give people a pitiful feeling. Instead, it was even more terrifying and dangerous. Like a king who was wounded in battle, every breath was mixed with depression. bloody smell.

No one dared to challenge his majesty and patience.

"I endured it for a long time, and kept thinking, you and Jiang Youlin are not biological, and have lived apart in Linjiang for many years. Why is there something wrong with you, you always favor him, but never look at me?"

Xie Lingtan Yue said, the closer you press.

They were too close, too dangerous a distance.

Jiang Qinfeng blinked under his gaze, looking rather innocent and pitiful.

"because……"

Those violet-like pupils trembled slightly, reflecting the spring-like face of his sweetheart, and the slightly angry vertical dragon pupils suddenly returned to normal.

Xie Lingtan let go of him, and stretched out his hand to straighten his messy clothes. Finally, his breath calmed down, and he rubbed his snow-white chin with his callused fingertips, his eyes became darker and darker.

"It's okay, I know your temperament, now, I'll take you out to find him."

You are angry that he doesn't see you in his eyes, but you are even more angry that he even shakes his eyelashes so badly that you have to soften your heart.