Xianjun Breeding Guide

The feeling of being invaded by the Evil Soul Jade into the Sea of ​​Consciousness is quite strange, as if suddenly falling into the icy cold water, the chill froze the Tianling Gai inch by inch, spreading to the limbs and bones, and even the fingertips were so cold that they lost consciousness.

Wen Qianxiao's body was quietly floating in the gray mist, her eyes were closed tightly, her expression was peaceful, and her eyelashes were covered with a thin layer of frost.

He didn't feel any pain, just felt that he was patted lightly by a cold little hand, his eyes went dark, and then the light shone brightly.

The picture that has been covered in dust for thousands of years slowly unfolds in front of my eyes like an ancient scroll, mottled and blurred. With the influx of unreal noisy voices, the dull barrier is broken in an instant, as if I am on the scene, and the whole memory suddenly comes alive.

"...Little Jiao, Xiao Jiao."

There was a persistent whisper in my ear.Wen Qianxiao was just pulled into the memory, still a little unconscious, propped his head, and frowned impatiently.After a while, he opened his eyes blankly.

This is where?

Dust mixed with strong wind with a little fishy smell, clear red sand and black soil, and the dazzling golden light—this is the birthplace of Tianzhu.

The white sleeve flicked past his eyes, and the blood-stained hand gently held the dragon's horn.

"Can you hold on?"

After all, the Evil Soul Jade is just a stone, unable to move, and the scenery that can be seen is very limited, and the sight is blocked by the sleeve of the sleeve unexpectedly.

Wen Qianxiao didn't even have time to see the man's face clearly.

But in the dark, he had a feeling that it was the former Xihe Immortal Monarch, Sang Jing.

"...No." A familiar voice rang out, mixed with a slight sense of strangeness, and sounded much younger than the current self, "Unless your junior brother falls from the sky and breaks the formation, you and I will both die today it's here."

"Although the prohibition formation has cut off our connection with the outside world, the sky is about to be formed, and the golden light is everywhere. He can probably sense the movement, but, cough, cough..." Sang Jing suddenly withdrew his hand, covered his mouth, and coughed He said twice, and the blood flowed down his fingers, and spots of blood bloomed on the white clothes, "It's just too far away, he can't catch up."

At this time, Wen Qianxiao finally got a glimpse of Sang Jing's appearance.He was born extremely good-looking, with soft eyebrows and eyes, a small red mole on the tip of his nose and chin, like a burning peach blossom, bright and charming, worthy of the reputation of the nine-tailed fox demon for his beauty.

However, when he smiled, he was like a soft spring breeze, and he didn't seem to have any airs.

"I'm fine, don't worry."

Hei Jiao stretched out a section of its tail, helped him stabilize, and said stiffly: "Who is worried about you?! How can there be such a black-hearted fairy like you, who deceived Butianshi away with sweet words, and even killed the whole Jiao? Lied to the formation! Now my life will be killed by you, you—"

Sang Jing lowered his eyes, his eyes slowly swept across the blood-oozing scales of the black flood dragon, and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry."

"What's the use of being sorry?! If it weren't for you, I would have stayed in the Peach Blossom Pond and would have transformed into a dragon and ascended to immortality!"

"...I'll send you out."

Hei Jiao froze, looking at him in surprise.

This man was seriously injured, at the end of his battle, his long silver hair was messily scattered in the dust, his white clothes were stained with blood, and he was crumbling like a flower in the rain. He couldn't even protect himself. How could he have the confidence to send himself out?

Sang Jing coughed twice, as if trying to stand up.

Immediately afterwards, he was dragged by something, and fell back to his seat.

Wen Qianxiao was shocked.

He could clearly see that what pulled Sang Jing back was a thin ray of golden light, which was exactly the same as the dazzling golden light at the beginning of the formation of the moat, but it was too thin and inevitably a little dim.

The majestic golden light circled twice in the air, then suddenly turned and sank into Sang Jing's heart.

When the golden glow entered his body, the blood on Sang Jing's face faded away, cold sweat dripped down his forehead, his lips parted slightly, trembling for a long while, and he vomited out a mouthful of blood.

He was so weak that he could hardly sit still.

The black flood dragon stretched out its tail again, wrapped it around his waist lightly, slowly moved its huge body, and surrounded him in a protective posture.

"This mutated formation will devour life. You are already someone else's meat on the chopping board. How dare you move around? It's too much for your life?" Hei Jiao lowered his head and approached to speak, his voice was like a bell ringing, muffled, "I just fed it two black scales and a dragon's breath, and I was trapped here, unable to escape. It's good for you, feed it with flesh and blood, why don't you just send yourself out as a sacrifice? It has evil thoughts , the first one to bear the brunt is you, if you don't want to die, just be quiet."

Mutation?Evil thoughts?

Wen Qianxiao's thoughts changed sharply, and after a while, she tapped on the quiet little sesame: "Hello."

With a trembling spirit, he responded obediently: "I, I, I am here."

"If the deity sees it well, this is a formation."

"Yep."

"And you are a rock."

"..."

"How could ordinary stones appear in Xi He's carefully arranged formation? Huh?" Wen Qianxiao pinched the sesame seed that was silently pretending to be dead, and her tone was creepily gentle, "Don't say? The deity asked another way. Back then, what did Xihe use as the eyes of the formation to prop up the huge formation that created the moat? It can't be a pile of spirit stones, right? Evil, soul, spirit ,Jade?"

"...It's none of my business." Ling said weakly, "I was just, just put in the formation, he reaped the consequences... Don't, don't pinch it, it's going to be broken... ..."

"Self-eating evil consequences?" Wen Qianxiao smirked, feeling that the word did not match Sang Jing, so she put Ling aside and continued to read.

Sang Jing was devoured by the golden light, his face was pale, and his spirit was as thin as a hair, and even the two small red moles were dimmed.

He closed his eyes, leaned against the black flood dragon for a moment, gathered up some strength, and said softly: "I have my own way to send you out. Remember, after you leave, you must rush back to Xingchen Mountain and tell Ziyuan, be careful... ...cough cough, be careful of Danxia..."

Only the sound of footsteps suddenly sounded on the desolate and dead land with the howling wind.The soles of the boots stepped on the red gravel, making a soft "rustling" sound, which was very clearly heard in the wind.

Hei Jiao raised his head, eyes as big as bronze bells were mixed with surprise and confusion, and murmured: "...Is someone here?"

"He's been here all the time." Sang Jing opened his eyes suddenly, his expression was indifferent, as if he was not surprised, his gaze was like a knife's edge gouging out the familiar face, so sharp that it almost scraped off the flesh, "It's been a good seven days patience."

"It's almost there." Ning Yunshen held the sword in his hand and stood expressionlessly in the gust of howling ghosts and wolves.The wind blew over, mixed with a strong smell of blood, blowing away the light words between his lips and teeth, "Xihe Xianjun died in martyrdom, I came a step late, and it's a pity that I couldn't save him."

Hei Jiao instantly understood.

This man did not come to save them, but to watch them die with his own eyes.

It flicked its tail and roared almost furiously: "It's you! It's you who destroyed the formation on Qingya Mountain! No wonder the eyes of the formation changed, no wonder it devoured life!"

"Really?" Ning Yunshen raised his eyebrows in surprise, then looked at Sang Jing, and sighed, "I said earlier that the two life stones have good thoughts and evil thoughts, and it is not easy to control. Now it has become an evil stone, so why is it so strange?" I?"

"When I saved you, I never thought that I would save a snake that will repay kindness and revenge." Sang Jing looked into his eyes quietly, "Now it's too late to go and destroy the chain formation of Niehai. What you have done, I will not blame the past."

Ning Yunshen seemed to be stung by a certain word.

His cheeks twitched slightly, his hand holding the long sword trembled, and he said hoarsely, "Who do you want to save?"

Sang Jing lowered his eyes.

"Who wants you to save it!??" Ning Yunshen's eyes turned red suddenly, and he raised his voice abruptly, and took half a step into the formation, "The cloud realm is full of spiritual power, and I will take care of that injury by myself for ten and a half months It will be fine, who wants you to be affectionate and put on a benevolent face to take me back?!"

Black Flood Dragon: "..."

Wen Qianxiao: "..."

Where did this come from? ?

Ning Yunshen suddenly laughed.

"It doesn't matter." He said softly, "After today, there will no longer be any demon cultivators who pretend to be benefactors and overwhelm me for no reason. Without you, Ziyuan would be willing to get closer to me."

Hearing Yu Linyuan's name, Xianjun Xihe, who originally didn't intend to speak again, raised his eyes and said with a smile: "You have no chance."

"……what?"

"This gentleman has already selected a Taoist partner for Ziyuan, which onion are you?"