Cultivation of disciples and disciples to become gods

The black clouded leopard was like an adult cat when it was young, with round eyes and fluffy fur.

Xiao Jianyuan hugged Chengfeng in his arms, and couldn't help snoring its head all the time.

"Otherwise, let the senior brother take care of it, after all, the senior brother likes it so much."

Fu Yaoye called out behind him abruptly, and Xiao Jianyuan was so startled that he quickly stuffed Hei Yunbao into his arms: "Forget it, forget it, it already recognizes you as the master."

After Fu Yaoye gave his spirit beast a name, he fed it blood essence, and he recognized the master.Before that, Xiao Jianyuan secretly fed a drop of Fu Yaoye's blood to the little black cloud leopard. He didn't know what would happen if he fed the spirit beast's blood twice, but fortunately, Cheng Feng didn't show any abnormality in the end.

Xiao Jianyuan watched Fu Yaoye send Chengfeng into the storage bag specially for storing spirit beasts, he couldn't bear it, and said, "Do you just put it in the storage bag like this?"

Fu Yaoye blinked suspiciously, then suddenly realized, and said, "I forgot."

Then, he put a handful of spirit beast pills from Jin Chuliu into the storage bag: "It should be enough for two or three days."

Xiao Jianyuan: "..."

"He's still so small," Xiao Jianyuan looked at the storage bag on his waist, and said, "I always keep it in it..."

Fu Yaoye caressed the jade-white girdle with one hand, and said with a warm smile: "Brother, the storage bag has a lot of space."

He tore off the storage bag and showed it to Xiao Jianyuan: "This is a storage bag that I specially picked out before I came here. It has a wide space and no debris. It is enough to move around in the wind."

Jin Chuliu on the side heard it, turned around and said, "This bag is very suitable for spirit beasts, and you have prepared everything."

Fu Yaoye twirled the tassel on the storage bag with her fingers, smiled without saying a word.

Seeing what Jin Chuliu said, Xiao Jianyuan had no choice but to nod his head: "Forget it, the Yundu Realm is not a safe place, and you have to take care of it when you let it out."

I just can't play cats...

Xiao Jianyuan moved his fingers and sighed reluctantly.

There was once a book sorting out the rare and rare treasures in the secret territory, and the editor once bluntly said that if there are any other natural treasures in the cultivation world, they must be found in the realm of Yundu.

Now only Su Baimu is digging into the grass like a treasure hunt, Xiao Jianyuan is thinking about the plot while recalling the location of the Devil-eating Grass.

In the original novel, the protagonist followed the sect at first, but was dispersed by a gust of wind, met the original body again, and was unknowingly planted with the devil-devouring grass.

Demon Devouring Grass...

Speaking of demons, Xiao Jianyuan couldn't help but think back to the demon cultivator outside Yundu - Jiao Zhengqing.

Covered in black devilish energy, lifeless, cold and oppressive.

He shook his head and looked at Xue Yi Jianxiu with a high ponytail in front of him.

As long as he is there, he will not pick the magic grass.

... Fu Yaoye will not fall into the devil.

He stared at Fu Yaoye's back in a daze, and the person in front seemed to sense it, and turned to look at him: "Senior brother?"

Fu Yaoye's figure was tall, so when he turned around, he just blocked the sunlight. His figure was as tall and straight as a sword, and it was like a sharp sword with a spirit of Lingling, but his eyes were soft, even a little cute in contrast.

Xiao Jianyuan smiled and said, "I was thinking about something just now."

He reached out and patted Fu Yaoye's shoulder, then walked straight forward.

"what is this?"

Lu Ziyuan suddenly stopped and looked into the grass.

"Like...a scroll?"

Su Baimu was puzzled, and said, "Why is there a painting scroll here?"

Under the sunlight, the exposed column of the painting scroll glowed with a colorful gilt light.

Xiao Jianyuan's eyelids twitched, and he hurriedly said, "Don't move!"

As soon as he spoke, the picture scroll slowly trembled as if it came alive, and it went straight to Su Baimu's body.

Su Baimu was shocked, and hurriedly backed away. Lu Ziyuan subconsciously took a piece of the real fire talisman.

The talisman paper carried real fire, but when it met the scroll, it did not ignite, but was sucked into the blank drawing paper.

As soon as Ling Guang appeared, Tianshu pierced into the drawing paper, but there was no breach, and he actually fell into it.

Xiao Jianyuan's complexion suddenly tightened, and a vague name popped up in his mind.

He drew his sword and retreated, standing in front of everyone.

Seeing this, Fu Yaoye looked inexplicable, and pressed his hand on the hilt of Shanghai Mirror.

Jin Chuliu summoned a spirit beast to guard by his side, nervously asking, "What is that?"

Xiao Jianyuan said in a deep voice: "No Ganfu."

Hearing these three words, Fu Yaoye felt like getting an electric shock, but fortunately he was standing back so no one noticed.

"Don't get close to it." Xiao Jianyuan said, "If you are sucked into the painting by it, you will be bewitched. If you can't escape, you can only live in the world in the painting."

Wuganfu was originally a picture scroll of the predecessors. A cultivator liked it very much. After getting this painting, he refined it into a magic weapon.

Xiao Jianyuan remembered that when this magic weapon appeared, it was suppressed by Wuchen in Xuanzhen Temple because the holder was too brutal. How could it appear now?

"As expected of the chief disciple of Qingheng Mountain," a voice suddenly sounded, and a man wearing a black gauze hat appeared in front of them, clapping his hands and praising him: "He is well-informed, and he can even recognize magic artifacts like Wuganfu. "

His voice was hoarse, and Xiao Jianyuan was very uncomfortable to hear it. Seeing the black gauze hat on his head, he understood: "Guangcheng Pavilion?"

The man cupped his hands and bowed: "Exactly, I am Sun Qingchong, a disciple of the Guangcheng Pavilion."

Seeing this, Xiao Jianyuan withdrew his sword and retreated behind Su Baimu, pushing him forward.

Su Baimu: "..."

He had no choice but to step forward and return the courtesy: "Qingheng Mountain, Su Baimu."

Sun Qingchong's face was tightly covered by the black veil, but he seemed to be a bold and unrestrained person. With a wave of his arm, Wu Ganfu fluttered back into his hand: "I'm really sorry for disturbing everyone."

He put away the magic weapon on his own, and said: "Just now there was a little conflict with the Canglan faction. If you don't pay attention, it will go somewhere."

Su Baimu raised his eyebrows: "Canglan faction?"

Xiao Jianyuan was a little puzzled when he thought of Zhuang Han who had separated from them a few days ago.

Zhuang Han may be too hypocritical on the surface, but that's exactly what happened. He rarely confronted sects other than Ling Xiaozong, so why did he conflict with the always low-key Guangcheng Pavilion?

Perhaps it was because they didn't hide their expressions, so Sun Qingchong couldn't help being a little surprised and said, "You don't know, Fellow Daoist Su?"

"I don't know why the Canglan faction has repeatedly fought with other sects, but it's not because of some rare treasures. They will kill them as soon as they meet."

Sun Qingchong sighed: "I had met fellow Taoist Zhuang Hanzhuang a few times, but I didn't expect him to attack me."

Xiao Jianyuan paused, and looked at Su Baimu.

Su Baimu said: "Since we entered the secret realm, we have walked all the way south. We haven't met other sects, so we haven't heard about it."

"So that's how it is." Sun Qingchong said, and he continued to ask: "I'm also going to the south next time. I wonder if I can go with you?"

Su Baimu hesitated, and looked back quietly.

Seeing Xiao Jianyuan nod slightly to him, Su Baimu nodded and agreed: "Okay."

Fu Yaoye was holding Hai Jing's sword handle all the time, Xiao Jianyuan walked a few steps and found that he hadn't followed, but looked back to see that his hand was trembling slightly.

"Senior brother?"

Fu Yaoye let go of his hand and smiled at him: "It's nothing, brother, let's go."

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"Magic to God":

"...

The old man with white eyebrows was dressed in a yellow monk robe and twirled a rosary in his hand.

Wuchen looked at Fu Yaoye who was unconscious on the ground, and silently took out the Wugan Fu from the tower.

The old man paused word by word: "Happiness, anger, sorrow, fear, love, evil desire..."

'Wugan empowerment reflects his five poisons and seven emotions. '

'The magic cultivator is rampant, we can only start with him. '

The old man was neither sad nor happy, he said to Wuchen: "Let him in." '

......"