Chapter 390: Heavy gift

When he stepped into the dark and deep pit where he could not see the bottom, Chen He heard the sound of the veins. .しw0.
It is a reminder and a reminder.
The water veins that brought them here are ready to leave the land, and there is not much time left for Chen He and the release.
Chen He looked around.
Swallowing the moon because of the worry of Tengbo’s injury, the donkey was pulling, and some were absent-minded; Zhan Yuanqiu seriously distinguished the surrounding situation, and Xing’s cracked days did not come down, he stayed on it.
"There is no trace of the behemoth, it is yin..."
Zhan Yuanqiu said, quietly stepping on the moon and reminding him to return to God: "What kind of abnormality can you feel when you swallow the moon?"
In fact, the swallowers are in the world, and they have listened to the orders of Zhan Yuanqiu for five hundred years. They are used to it. They are nominally respected, but Teng Bo makes it better to listen to Zhan Yuanqiu. Of course, the big dog has no opinion.
Now, when Zhan Yuanqiu asked, he swallowed the moon and immediately thought about it.
"The thing is not like a living thing, nor a consciousness. It just appears to be awakened."
"Is there a feeling of blood circulation?" Zhan Yuanqiu asked.
The big dog decisively shook his head.
Zhan Yuanqiu still wants to ask again, and the release of the sleeves made a buzzing action.
A few people suddenly converge on the whole body, and there is a deep trace of the depths in the endless abyss, which is very huge, like a deeper gully.
The yin of the silk is from it.
With God, the yin is constantly fluctuating, just as this huge unidentified object is slowly swimming.
I can't see the head, I can't see the tail. A monster in the abyss below Huangquan Road, I can see it, and I can only see it in a small body, quietly lying there.
If Chen Hu did not stop, Zhan Yuanqiu almost stepped on it.
From the look of Zhan Yuanqiu, he apparently did not find the mystery here.
Chen He didn't want to explain more, just smack in front of Zhan Yuanqiu and swallowing the moon. The two of them were shocked at the same time. Looking at the front again, they were confused first, and they followed slowly to reveal the hustle and bustle.
They never thought that there was such a horrible guy who was entrenched here.
It doesn't seem to be dead. In the fog and the yin, it seems to swim at any time.
Although they have already guessed what is in the abyss, it feels like they are in a broken house in a black shack, holding a lamp and looking for it with vigilance. When they think they have nothing, they find the mottled pattern of the suspected stain on the wall. It is the scales of the beast, and only close to the monster, and walked around it for a long time, did not find it!
This kind of fear, fortunateness, shocked and rushed out.
"found it!"
They look at each other in a complex mood.
Also found are some shadows of the shape of the monster, all sleeping in the vicinity of the behemoth, among them the Tengu, originally in the eyes of Zhan Yuanqiu suspected the shadow of the beast of the Tengu, the whole put on, there is no such unknown creature The body is half wide.
"This, what is this?"
Zhan Yuanqiu muttered, he suddenly turned back and gestured to swallow the moon to leave here.
The souls of those monsters are like being detained in the abyss.
"Nothing."
The swallowing of the moon is not really an ancient wild animal, or the blood of the fairy beast in it is already thin, and the impact is not great.
"Is it here, after the degeneration of the fairy world into a small world of buoys, the burial place of countless fairy beasts?"
Chen He will have such a speculation, because the earth has exhausted the chaotic vitality, and it has to be broken apart to differentiate into a new three thousand world. The result is not.
This power, which can be used as the cornerstone of the 3,000-world world, has always been hidden in the small world of floating, because it has never been used, so it is always silent.
"I am afraid that this is the case. In other small worlds, there will be no such things."
He explained that he nodded. He had seen more shadows of the beasts crouching under the behemoths. There were unicorns, scorpions, scorpions with one foot, nine birds, white sallows with horns, and even There is Phoenix.
These are obvious features and are better recognized.
Because they all have only ambiguous shadows, some are unable to distinguish them.
I don’t know tens of thousands of years, or hundreds of thousands of years...
This is the heavenly way. Once upon a time, the creatures standing at the top of the three thousand worlds are finally such a pile of sacrifices. The immortals have died, and the savage beasts have not completely disappeared after death. They precipitated. The body slowly erodes and eventually becomes a shadow that only contains strength, nothing.
"The current fairyland is not as prosperous as ever."
This has caused many legends of the fairy beasts to be widely spread among the human world, and it has risen to the fairy world and does not exist.
For many years, the immortals who came from the early days of the small world must have thought that the records of the ancient books were rumored by the ancestors.
No one knows that those who have never appeared in the fairy world and who have been denied the existence by the "Imperial Man" are here to sleep. No one knows their past, they have been powerful and glory.
Everyone was silent, and for a long time there was no sound.
Chen Wo suddenly felt the familiar warmth of the whole body, he did not evade, let him release himself in his arms.
The full contact of the soul and soul brings great impact. The ordinary immortal will never try it easily, and the soul after death will be cut off from the spirit of the soul, and this feeling will not be broken. .
Chen Woke couldn’t help but tremble slightly. He found that the clothes on his body were very inconvenient.
Then the piece of robes refining the soul of the party was thrown away by the disguise. Chen He re-condensed the clothes with the power of the soul. To be honest, this is not clothes, but it seems to be dressed tightly, but when the soul touches There is no obstacle at all.
"No."
The release will ban the robes of Bi’s soul and put them back on Chen Wo. The situation is still unknown, and naturally it is still well dressed.
The little movement between the teachers and brothers did not lead to the side of Zhan Yuanqiu and the swallowing of the moon. It has been dead for a long time, and it is not a fairy. There is no such experience of touching the soul.
"What is it, dragon?"
Zhan Yuanqiu is still full of doubts about the longest and biggest guy in the abyss.
"Remember the smoldering noise?"
Interpretation of such a sentence, let Zhan Yuanqiu shocked and said: "The meaning of the predecessors is that this is a smoldering dust? The kind of attachment to the unfortunate woman, once awakened, resentful, can destroy the evils of the number of cities ?"
When Zhan Yuanqiu listened to the Sword Swordsman, the smog of Yuzhou, which should have appeared in the next generation of Jinyun Niang, was that it killed Xing Litian, causing the power of the Magic Road to be seriously injured and collapsed into a ruined capital. It is the result of the replacement of human dynasties and the chaos in the world.
"It is no wonder that the fairy of the North Xuan School personally went to the lower bounds to kill it..."
"No, this one is not a smog." Shi Yan said slowly, "The record of the realm of the truth, said that the smoldering dust is a descendant of the candle dragon!"
Zhan Yuanqiu suddenly looked forward to: "Ah, it seems like this, what is the problem?"
Of course, there is a big problem. The candle dragon is the companion fairy of Yang Xinyue. Can the fairy have descendants? The Heiyuan Valley Lord and the Sword Sword Lord listened to be swearing!
"The one lying here should be the body of the candle dragon."
Chen He couldn't imagine what kind of fairy it was, but the sword and the valley master could also be turned into black dragons and golden dragons. Maybe the weapons are another form of them.
"The candle dragon spirits come out, enter the new fairyland, and then go through the twists and turns..."
Well, it turned into a fish.
"There is an endless stream of yin, and next to Huangquan Road, the so-called descendants of the candle dragon are actually the shadows that gradually melt down under the abyss, and the last trace of the remaining thoughts."
They can also enter the cycle and become a smog.
After the ancient wilderness was broken, the smoldering scorpion struggled to prevent itself from dying, struggling with the soul of the woman who died with resentment, because if they did not find the host, then after entering the spring, the loss of power would most likely be pulled back to the abyss. in.
The smoldering dust is a new life, and it is the last mourning of the past. They don't remember why the ethnic group was born, and they don't remember why they gave up the flesh. They only know that they are "live."
In the early days of the floating world, only the records of unknown origins were left, and the smoldering dust was called the descendants of the candle dragon.
"Can this guy wake up Yang Xinyue's pet?" Chen He changed a ridiculous rhetoric.
Shi Yan shook his head: "Don't take it."
This is the sacrifice of the earth's veins. It is the cornerstone of the world of three thousand. If anyone moves, it will cause the collapse of the small world.
Once the stalemate is broken, no one knows what the fairy world and the human world will become.
"Go."
Breaking away from the shackles of the abyss is not difficult for the release of Chen He, and there is not much restriction on the dead souls.
When the huge dark shadow slowly disappeared into the fog, Chen He felt that the sway of the water was more obvious, and the soul was dragged by the veins, and soon he would leave Huang Quan.
"Yuan Qiu."
"Supreme." Zhan Yuanqiu's subconscious salute, he quickly returned to God, apologized: "Relieved predecessors said that the sage is already Xianjun, I still can't change."
Chen He did have some surprises about his many gifts.
Zhan Yuanqiu did a dissertation, a disciple who made a sword, and even a subordinate of Chen He, compared with his later career, it was a relatively short time. For thousands of years of monk life, Zhan Yuanqiu was the first person in the comprehension world for hundreds of years, and did not feel that he was different. Some sects of the right way often define the generation of disciples under the door. Once the realm climbs, the master becomes a matter of the brothers. Such monks are not to send friends, what to do is to look at the strength of friendship, but also to create a good temper and retreat. Jindan monk, immediately after the promotion of Yuan Ying, looked at people with oblique eyes.
Once the realm falls, they can't look up and rarely climb again.
What kind of people have been done, even if only one day, will make these monks dye the traces of heavy color.
Such as Zhan Yuanqiu, it is rare.
Chen He felt that he knew a little bit that the swordsman of the year used a crab to touch the porcelain, and he also accepted the mentality of being an apprentice. He smiled and raised his hand and said, "You don't have to be, you are no longer mine." Subordinates. The fairy tales are complicated, and your Master will bring you a lot of trouble. Go back in time."
Zhan Yuanqiu said in a dilemma: "I don't have any cause and effect to wash, but my brother is him-"
Interpretation strangely asked: "Why are you waiting for Xing to crack the sky?"
"Oh, the Master respected me to take care of my brother." Zhan Yuanqiu said of course.
When you are alive, you will be the same after you die. If you are in the next life, it will be fine. The promise of the promise is like this.
"The teacher respects him and he can't worry. To be honest, I also think that he is a brother, cough!"
"..."
Perhaps the Supreme Master is so stupid, and does not have to use his brain all the year round.
"How is the world?" Chen He stopped, he felt that he needed to ask, to satisfy the smug mood of the past.
Sure enough to mention this, Zhan Yuanqiu became happy. He said that the Donghai Liang Yange has done business in the Central Plains. Now the entire comprehension community is used to buying apprentices. The mirage has also become a place frequented by major gates.
I didn’t mention what sects were suppressed, and I didn’t say what tricks I used. How hard it was. Zhan Yuanqiu only said that from the Western Region to overseas, the scattered training of the teachers can be changed to the things they need through Liang Yange, and they can also know the different sects. The time and place, when Zhan Yuanqiu died, the realm of the realm has not happened in the two-hundred-year period.
"I can have this experience. Today, the realm of comprehension can thank the original letter of Xianjun."
The ground suddenly vibrates.
Chen He still wants to say something, the foreground of the eye is changing dramatically, and the endless purple gas rushes over, rushing to his soul, only subconsciously grasping the brother.
"Respected?" Zhan Yuanqiu anxious, the name was forgotten.
His intermittent voice has not been passed.
Chen He has a splitting headache. He has heard countless voices, and countless scenes have changed.
"Master, brother?"
"Support."
The support of the spirit is extraordinarily powerful, just like a swaying wind caught a driftwood.
It may not be useful, but after grasping Chen He's mind, it will be fixed.
The thick purple gas will make them sturdy, even unable to escape, follow the veins through Huangquan, come to the world, pass the peak, fly across the river, from the depths of the earth to the boundless ocean.
Chen Wo’s ear suddenly sounded the scream of the silver carp:
"What did you bring, gas?"