Xianjun Breeding Guide

Wen Qianxiao couldn't hold back for a moment, and laughed out loud.

He smiled and turned his head to ask Xiao Zhizhi: "What are the two life stones?"

Lingheng hummed and chirped, "That's, that's...not a good thing."

"Is there anything worse than you?" Mozun-sama quickly pinched the sesame seed that was so excited that he was jumping up, "Don't yell, shhh."

Xiao Zhizhi thumped pitifully and died.

In the restricted formation, the confrontation continued.

Ning Yunshen stared at Sang Jing intently, with a look that wished he could swallow him alive, but he was very afraid of the restricting formation that was in operation, and he didn't dare to go beyond it.

Sang Jing didn't bother to talk to him, turned his head, hooked his finger at Hei Jiao, and said: "Little Jiao... Come closer, I won't eat you."

So Hei Jiao put his huge head into his arms again.

Sang Jing was almost lying next to its ear, and said in a low voice: "Danxia will stay outside the formation, don't die if you go out later."

Hei Jiao blinked his eyes in confusion.

"Such a stupid little Jiao, be careful that no one will like it in the future."

There was a slight smile in Sang Jing's eyes, and he still had the leisure to tease him. His pale face turned slightly rosy, which instantly reminded Hei Jiao of the smoky pink peach grove near Peach Blossom Pond.

It instinctively felt something was wrong, and hurriedly said, "Wait! What are you going to do..."

Before he finished speaking, Sang Jing picked up the saber that fell on the ground, grasped the blade and swiped lightly, then turned his hand and pressed it on the formation.The warm blood seeped into the soil, and the wandering Jinmangs turned around one after another like wolves smelling blood, frantically rushing towards Sang Jing.

Those Jinmangs restraining the black flood dragon also became agitated, scrambling to get out from under the scales, for fear of being half a step behind and not catching up with the food.

"Go!!!" Sang Jing slapped the horn of the black flood dragon hard, and shouted at it, "Run to Niehai! Don't look back!!"

Hei Jiao was overturned by the push, and looked blankly at the figure surrounded by countless golden lights, and there seemed to be fragmented water in his eyes.It let out a low growl from the depths of its throat, opened its mouth suddenly, and swallowed the dark stone in the center of the formation's eye. With a flick of its tail, it escaped from the formation in an instant, and ran towards Niehai without looking back.

Danxia outside the formation suddenly changed expression.

Sang Jing's death was a foregone conclusion, and the only thing left was this black flood dragon that escaped by accident.Once the black flood dragon died, no one would know the truth of today.

He raised his sword and chased after him without hesitation.

Wen Qianxiao was living in the jade of the evil soul. After being swallowed whole by the dragon, she suddenly fell into the darkness where she couldn't see her fingers.

He twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "No more?"

Ling spread his hands and said innocently: "Who told you, you swallowed me up."

Wen Qianxiao was silent for a while, then let out a soft snort: "It's really stupid."

Hei Jiao recklessly took away the Evil Soul Jade in Zhen's eyes, probably because he wanted to give Sang Jing a chance.It's a pity that the big formation has been in operation for the last day of the seven days, so it doesn't matter whether the formation exists or not. It is Jin Mang, who plundered the vitality and strength for Tianzhu, who finally devoured Sang Jing.

"Where did Sang Jing's things go before he died?"

"I don't know...I really don't know!!" Xiao Zhizhi was hit again, crying heartbreakingly, "The supernatural power sometimes works, and sometimes it doesn't work, I just, I feel that the white fox If you left something behind, don't hit it..."

Master Mozun withdrew his hand and looked at it indifferently, pretending to cry.

Not a single tear.

The acting is really bad.

"Okay, don't cry." Wen Qianxiao looked away and said calmly, "It's almost time to get out of the sea of ​​consciousness of this deity?"

"Hee... hee hee..." Ling, who was still pretending to cry a moment ago, suddenly snickered uncontrollably, and his tone suddenly became ferocious, "Let me enter the sea of ​​consciousness, and you still want to get back your physical body?!"

"Oh!" Lord Mozun panicked, "Oops, I'm going to eat my body!"

"Hee hee hee... I just found out now... It's late, it's too late!!" Ling was ecstatic, twisting his black body and pounced on him, "Thousands of years! Finally—"

The body floating quietly in the gray mist shook slightly, raised his hand stiffly, took off the red agate pendant on his left ear, and threw it into the jagged and strange rocks around the rift valley.

The obstructing sky-replenishing stone disappeared without a trace, Ling quickly left the valley bottom, swam to Wen Qianxiao's side under the cover of gray mist, and stretched his figure suddenly, like a piece of black human skin, under the hood.

The human skin firmly covered Wen Qianxiao's body, secreting a large amount of gray-black mucus, like drizzling saliva, and he laughed wildly while eating, feeling extremely proud.

Almost at the same time, a ray of light rushed out from the spiritual platform, catching up with the red light that fell into the pile of strange rocks.

It is a palm-sized golden villain.

Holding the earrings in his arms, he tapped his knuckles twice to ensure that the power of the jade that isolates the evil spirits completely enveloped his soul, and then he unhurriedly directed at the happy and almost lost his mind Ling opened his mouth and said, "Are the deity's scales delicious?"

spirit:"……?"

"That's the body made by the deity with three black scales." Wen Qianxiao's eyes were full of pity, as if looking at a fool, "Do you pierce your mouth?"

The mucus froze for a moment, and then "gurgled" surged, as if vomiting.The body riddled with holes was spit out, lifeless, like a tattered doll, it fell into the depths of the gray mist without a trace.

"Impossible!!!" Ling said in a high-pitched voice, unbelievable, "If this is not your body, how is it possible, how can there be such a powerful demon energy?!"

"Oh, there is indeed no magic energy on the body." Wen Qianxiao explained in a good-tempered manner, "So this deity burned a little soul in exchange for strength. It's okay, and it will be fine after going back to raise it for two days."

Ling almost went mad.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--!!!"

The gray mist rolled and churned with teeth and claws, overflowing from the valley like boiling water, as if going mad.Wen Qianxiao avoided it, ignored it, and slowly flew back to Gujue Mountain with the Butian Stone in his arms.

The secret room of the unknown palace.

An intact body sat quietly on the roof, with an identical red pendant hanging on its left ear.

Neither his physical body nor his primordial spirit could leave the Butian Stone for too long, otherwise he would be dragged back to the Ten Thousand Bites Rift by the Evil Soul Jade, eating all his bones.So when the primordial spirit left the body, he divided half of the sky-replenishing stone into two, leaving one for the body in Niehai, and taking the other with him.

The little golden man seemed a little tired, he stayed on his shoulder for a while, and then flew into the spiritual platform.The body on the bed immediately opened its eyes and exhaled lightly.

The Yuanshen's damage was not so easy to recover, and Wen Qianxiao paid a high price for the sake of bluffing.He lazily leaned back on the soft pillow, took out a few spirit stones from the Sumeru ring to heal his wounds, and pondered those memories while recovering.

Most of the black flood dragons who escaped from the trap died in Danxia's hands, but what happened to the traces of thunder disaster left on the dragon's body?I do still remember a little experience of being struck by lightning... Could it be that halfway through the strike, it also caused a catastrophe?

That would be hell.

However, Danxia was far away in Niehai at that time, and Wang Shu rushed to the eye of the formation not long after the completion of the moat—according to him, even the blood-soaked soil was still wet—so where did the spirit left by Sang Jing arrive? whose hands?

millennia ago.

The golden awns of gluttonous feet dissipated from Xihe Xianjun's body one after another, and the scarred nine-tailed white fox fell into a pool of blood, his eyes dimmed, as if he was on the verge of dying.

The nine light and fluffy tails were like withered petals, falling to the ground one after another with the passing of vitality.

It is said that Nine Tails have nine lives.

Although it is not as exaggerated as the legend says, the vitality of the nine-tailed fox demon is indeed much stronger than that of other demon cultivators. Each tail contains enough cultivation to survive the crisis, and it can even hide the soul in a critical moment. rebuild.

But Sang-kyung has no chance.In order to protect his body, his nine tails spared no effort to send spiritual power to him, fell off one by one, and were eaten by countless golden lights.

He slowly closed his eyes.

Maybe just for a moment, but it seems like a long time.Accompanied by the sound of paws rushing forward, there was a soft cry of a young fox from outside, shrill and anxious.

Sang Jing fell into a dazed mind and was startled suddenly.

He clearly remembered that he settled that weak little thing in a village more than ten miles away.

He struggled to keep his eyes open.

Against the raging wind, a small white ball was struggling to run towards him.

Well, crawling to be precise.

The journey of more than ten miles is too far for a little fox demon who has just grown a fifth tail. The white fur is covered with mud, the stones have worn away the tender pads, and the four paws are stained with blood. , but it is still trying to climb forward.

"Awwhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

A more urgent sob fell on his ears, Sang Jing looked at the dumpling that was almost blown away by the wind, narrowed his eyes slightly, as if a boulder fell to the ground in his heart, and laughed with relief.

"Little guy, don't come in." He moved his ears and used up the last bit of strength to protect the tail that had just fallen from being swallowed by the golden light, and said weakly, "Do you still remember the little spell that Ziyuan taught you? ? Use that... to take my tail out... and hide it..."

Wangshu Xianjun once gave it a merman silk.

The little fox demon was very clever, and immediately understood what Sang Jing meant, and manipulated the thin silk thread to pull the tail out of the formation.

Then it picked up its tail and ran away from this place of right and wrong.

The author says:

The brave fox made great contributions!