The troubles of the teenage villain

The red bird was stunned, almost forgot to flap its wings, and almost fell in mid-air, seeing Feng Bai was about to make a trick again, it was a good bird, and hid in the wide sleeves of Feng Shao's green robe.

Feng Shao laughed, took a look at Feng Bai, and boasted: "Not bad, I just taught you some qi-refinement techniques, and you can be lucky like this. With your aptitude, you will definitely become very strong in the future of."

"Do you like me getting stronger?" Feng Bai raised his head.

"Of course I like it." Feng Shao pinched his face, so even if he still couldn't escape the confrontation with Lu Mingjing in the future, he would have one more helper to fight back.

Feng Bai silently wrote it down.

The red bird recovered, Feng Shao was not in a hurry to go to the secret place of Zangfeng Mountain, because his clever Xiaobai put Sun Daoren's golden pill into the kit bag, and brought them back together.

Even if the color of the alchemy's golden elixir is not very good, it can be seen that the spiritual root is impure, and it is due to the accumulation of poor cultivation bases due to taking more medicine and the heresy.But it is really a mid-term golden pill, if Feng Shao doesn't digest it, he will be too sorry for his own soul-enchanting particles.

Before going to the secret realm, it is a little bit to improve one's strength.

However, Feng Shao was not in a hurry to start devouring the golden elixir of restraint in the ruined temple. It would not be safe even if a restriction was imposed, and it would take at least a month or two for a golden elixir of restraint. A place without spiritual energy is not conducive to practice .

Anyway, now that Feng Shao has a six-winged red crocodile, he is afraid that he will not be able to find the place where the aura is abundant. He took Feng Bai and followed Xiaomin Yujian to fly for half a day, and found it in a remote valley in Zangfeng Mountain. A very spiritual place.

After all, in the mundane world, such things as aura are extremely rare. With so many monks and few meat, the place where Chizhi finally found aura is available, but the place is very small, and it can almost only fit two or three futons. In the crevices of the mountain gorge.

Although the place is a bit shabby, with no tiles on the top and no ground below, Feng Shao doesn't dislike it. The moonlight casts here at night, which is just right for Feng Bai to practice.Moreover, although a place with abundant aura is not as good as a place with abundant magic energy, Feng Shao can get twice the result with half the effort, at least it is beneficial to practice.

He took out a high-grade gossip array, Feng Shao activated the array on the magic weapon, and set up a restriction here, so that people with a cultivation level below Jindan could not be swept away, and the fluctuations and aura of the surrounding aura were also reduced to a minimum .

After taking care of these things, Xiaomin won't enter the animal control bag this time, so Feng Shao, Xiaobai and Xiaomin will retreat here together.

On the side of Zangfeng Mountain in Xihe Prefecture, Feng Shao had smooth sailing, but on the other side, in the blessed land of Lu's family in Great Wilderness Prefecture, Elder Taixuan was not so smooth sailing.

In the lingering wind on the peak, Taixuan's moon-white Taoist robe and black hair fluttered lightly, as if he was about to go with the wind, but his figure was as cold as an eternal statue, and his movements in silence The stillness in the movement is strangely coordinated on his body.

"Still not good?" Tai Xuan turned his head and looked at Chu Hua.

Chuhua shook his head, and although he was reluctant, he returned the piece of gossip plate of Xuan-grade Gentu in his hand to Biluo, and said: "This last restriction has been confirmed by the younger generation, and it must be only the people of the Lu family." It can be deciphered. Although the Gentu eight trigrams plate made by the fairy is extremely exquisite, it can do nothing to restrict it."

Taixuan frowned, but Biluo said with a smile: "It's okay, if all but Huazheng can't break it, then only the Lu clan in Kyushu can enter this Luzu secret realm." The Gentu gossip plate in his hand was sent to Chuhua again, and he said, "Half a month of hard work, Master, this gossip plate is my Kunlun thank you."

Except Hua was born in a family of cultivators, and as one of the best array cultivators in Kyushu, it is not that he has never dealt with Kunlun. Although he has less contacts than the other three sects, he has also seen the arrogance of Kunlun sword cultivators.Now, with such soft words and gentle words, he casually gave away a mysterious gossip plate, which was made by Biluo Fairy from an ethereal background... Chu Hua was really flattered, and for a while he couldn't figure out the other party's intentions.

Bi Luo naturally saw his hesitation, but she didn't hide her intentions, and asked directly: "I heard that there are fragments of the map of Shanhe Sheji published, so there must be a lot of people who have invited the Huazhen masters in recent years?"

Although Chu Hua was obsessed with the way of formation, he was not a dull person. After hearing this question, he took Gen Tu's gossip plate with confidence.Then he sent a voice transmission to tell Bi Luo what he knew, who and where, and then he left.

Although he transmitted the sound to Biluo alone, but Taixuan, who has a cultivation base that has returned to the void, can hear it clearly. He glanced to the west and said in a deep voice: "I still need to go back to the sect to report this to the sect master. good."

Then he frowned and said, "If it can't be owned by me, Kunlun, I can only destroy it."

As long as this fragment is destroyed, the map of mountains, rivers, and land will never be united.Without such a heaven-defying ancient god, there is no need to worry about turmoil, even bloody storms between the four sects, and even the entire cultivation world in the future.

Bi Luo nodded, with a slight worry between her brows, only now did she get rid of Hua's words, not only in Baopu and Bodhi's jurisdiction, but also in Liang Yongzhou, which is equivalent to Piao Miao's enthusiasm for this matter.

"But having said that, the other three sects may not intend to offend my Kunlun..." Bi Luo couldn't help but regret it when she opened her mouth. She was as careful as she was, and felt that there was a lot of meaning in these words.

"I'm not..." Biluo was about to explain, but Taixuan didn't take it seriously. He held the Taoist companion's hand, and his tone was unquestionable: "There is no need to say more between you and me."

While Bi Luo was warming her heart, she didn't say any more about it.

Although a new seal of Kunlun has been formed here, and there is a spirit guard pillar made by her to suppress it here, but after all, there are sacred objects such as Shanhe Sheji Tu in this secret territory, so it is better to be cautious.So she placed some of the outer disciples she brought with her in Lu's blessed land.

"Master, can I find Senior Brother Feng when I get out of here?" Fang Changxin led He Luan and walked over. A Luan, with her crooked ya, rushed over when she saw Bi Luo, and yelled, "Master Ancestor" ".

Although He Luan has been raised by Fang Changxin for the past few years, Fang Changxin looks like he is only thirteen or fourteen, and he is not enlightened. The one who really takes He Luan a lot is Bi Luo, the teacher who takes a lot.

She liked this cute girl very much, and after leaning over to hug He Luan, she asked, "What do you want Senior Brother Feng to do?"

Fang Changxin said worriedly: "Cultivators in this secular world are so vicious by nature, this time they escaped, but Senior Brother Feng is kind by nature, if some vicious person targets him again, what if he gets injured? Senior Brother Luo is not with him I have to go and help him."

Bi Luo laughed, he didn't expect his disciple to still have such a pure and kind mind, and said: "You are not you, Senior Brother Feng, he is kind, but also has a sharp mind, besides, he has been in the secular world for more than ten years, and he has never experienced any battles. ? But you, innocent and naive, if you go looking for him, you might lose yourself before he is found."

Fang Changxin hesitated to speak, but still looked worried.

Although He Luan was young, he hugged Bi Luo's neck and said, "Master, Aluan misses Master."

Bi Luo teased her and said, "Your master raised you for almost three years, isn't it as good as your master raised you for half a year?"

He Luan stuck out her tongue, and put her face on her face to act coquettishly: "Ah Luan also misses Master, Master Fang said that Master is in danger. A Luan is going to help Master beat bad people!"

"What can you, a girl in the Qi refining period, do to help?" Bi Luo pinched her little nose, but she was relieved: "Well, if Shao'er hasn't returned to the sect in two years, I'll send that I'll let you find the magical artifact of the trace, and in the past two years, maybe you haven't finished your senior brother's work."

Having said this, Fang Changxin reluctantly rested his mind after hearing that his wife agreed to the magic weapon for tracking.

"Master Zu is the best." A Luan kissed Bi Luo's cheek.

It has been three months since the secret place of Lu's Fudi was completely settled.

Before returning to Kunlun, Biluo was thinking about another thing.

"Master, what are you doing here quietly? Baopu Zong's Fushi Valley is specially used to deal with lawless monks within its jurisdiction, and the bottom of the valley is full of dead bones." Fang Changxin followed Bi Luo, and glanced at the broken black boulder on the cliff , the word "Fushi Valley" is particularly gloomy.

"The disciple named Zhang Yangqing was thrown down." Bi Luo replied.Wearing a yellow dress with fluttering sleeves, she stepped on a jade flute and swept through the dense forest to the cliff like a fish swimming.

Although this cliff is still hundreds of feet high from the bottom of the valley, it is already filled with cloudy air, and there is even a faint pungent miasma gushing in. One can imagine how terrifying the valley bottom is, I am afraid it is a poisonous forest of corpses. , There are countless beasts and poisonous insects.

"That Zhang Yangqing is his own fault, what is the teacher doing with him?" Fang Changxin frowned and said.

Bi Luoxu squeezed out a golden date core, which was the one that damaged Zhang Yangqing's dantian veins that day, and the golden date core that absorbed the other party's spirit energy was abnormally translucent at this time.

"One is that he was young and ignorant, but he was used by the sect, so death is enough, and he will not suffer endless torture like this; the other is that he is cutting grass and roots, after all, it is difficult to detect the fate of all living beings."

After finishing speaking, Bi Luo made a formula and said in his mouth: "Go!"

The golden jujube core hangs in the air, lingering in the dark night with traces of golden light, with a sharp and fierce look.It turned around a few times, as if looking for breath, and then slowly flew towards the edge of the cliff until it sank to the bottom of the valley.

Fang Changxin left after thinking about what his wife said.

There should be no doubt as to whether the yellow-grade golden jujube stone could kill Zhang Yangqing and give him a good time.

But if Biluo left slowly, or if he spread his spiritual consciousness to sweep away, he would find that when the golden jujube core fell into the valley to find its host, he encountered some small accidents.

The ups and downs of the golden jujube stone flew in the direction of the breath that suddenly deviated, and spun around in place for a few times as if lost, then changed direction and flew straight to the bottom of the valley.

The golden jujube core is not at all vicious, and it rests on a skinny hand obediently. A desolate and decadent look.

"Where are you going, little thing?"

After the old Taoist said something, he flicked his finger. As if the golden jujube stone had escaped some kind of restraint, it turned and found its direction again, and flew up and down to a certain place.

The old Taoist thought it was interesting, he stepped away without touching the ground, and calmly followed the golden date stone that was flying faster and faster.

At the bottom of the valley, there is a miasma that gathers but does not disperse. It is red in the thick black, and it is continuous, and there are many ghosts and evil spirits.In such a dense forest that can be easily hurt by touch, there is nothing the old way can do. Those miasmas and ghosts dare not approach at all, or occasionally collide with them, they disappear without a trace, or are absorbed into the body.

The golden jujube pit was parked in a dry rock pool, a large pile of white bones was piled high together, with some vague flesh and blood remaining on it, exuding a rotten smell.

The old Taoist found that the top piece of body that was swallowed by the miasma until only a few pieces of rotten flesh and blurred figure was actually a young boy.His face was not complete anymore, his eyeballs were still in their sockets, and they were staring at him with hatred.Bursting out from the bottom of my heart, there was a chilling thick hostility, like a reincarnated bloody Asura.

I don't know what kind of elixir was given, but this young man didn't die easily, he was suffering all kinds of torture in this valley day after day.When the meat rots, it regenerates, and when it is born, it rots again.

The old Taoist glanced at it with great interest, and then crushed the golden jujube core.

He didn't intend to free the boy.