Chapter 635: The son is her God

The tongtong ancient Taoist took a deep breath and looked a little dignified.
I did n’t pay attention to the seeds. At this time, I still have to pay attention to the seeds.
"This secret state ... Is it really a saint's handwriting? For‘ sanctification ’, no ... sanctification is not so easy, it should be said to lay the foundation for the Five Phoenixes.

I think of the ancient Taoist people.
This made him more and more certain that behind the five phoenixes stood a star saint.
I have been escorting the five phoenixes, otherwise the five phoenixes have risen so quickly from the low-wu world to the immortal wu, which has long attracted the attention of the gods and demons. When they were young, the five phoenixes are definitely not possible opponents of the gods and demons.
After all, the weakest of any is the emperor realm.
"The mind of the saint ... I can't guess."
"But what is the purpose of creating a five phoenix? A sage can never do meaningless things."
"Does the existence of the Five Phoenixes have any other significance?"
The ancient Taoist mind is constantly turning.
Otherwise, it is impossible to explain the practice of a saint betting so much energy and means in the Five Phoenixes.
If it is said that the sage is optimistic about Lufan, then it is better to promote and cultivate Lufan. The Tonggu Taoist people thought so before, but now it seems that the purpose of the sage is not to train only one Lufan. The appearance of this white jade palace It seems to be to cultivate the entire Wuhuang ...
The ancient Taoist people's eyes became more and more solid, staring at the Yantai Xuan, which spread the second level of the soul.
"The second level of the soul, although it is only an improvement on the level of the soul, does not affect self-cultivation, but ... it inadvertently raises the upper limit of cultivation."
"The level of the soul is like the capacity of a cup. The capacity of the first level of the soul is small. It is the limit to reach the emperor, and the capacity of the second level of the soul is much larger. It can cultivate a quasi-san ...
The ancient Taoists looked at the figures sitting on the steps of the Baiyu Palace.
Today, Tonggu Taoists can determine that the value of this white jade palace is not weak compared to the place of enlightenment formed by the three beast ancestor statues.
The beast ancestor statue is cultivated and cultivated, and this white jade palace is cultivated soul level.
Both are very important, but we have to say one. Perhaps the cultivation of the soul level is more difficult.
Because of the improvement of the soul level, I need my own perception to permeate it. It is more mysterious and more difficult.
Sutong ancient Taoists suddenly felt a bit pity.
It's a pity that this palace won't let him in. If his soul level can realize the third level in the palace, perhaps the human race can add another saint.
The birth of a saint is enough to have a tremendous impact on the situation of the entire human race.
"However, even though the young man from Yantai Xuan has stepped into the second level of the soul, it is still difficult to maintain. Some people can step in at an instant, but they will soon weaken and want to maintain. That's the root. "
The ancient Tongdao narrowed his eyes, and he was not anxious.
I sat down again and started to continue to melon seeds, he was curious, how much surprise this white jade palace can give him.
Uh ...
Laohu heart island.
Qi Lufan's complexion was slightly white.
His mind settled in the preaching stage, interconnected the power of the elemental of the fire element and the white jade palace, and provided the power of the elemental to the white jade palace.
Howling ...
The power of the mighty Yuanshen was passed along the chain on the gossip array to the White Jade Palace.
The of beacon elements felt the rapid passing of his primordial spirit, and was slightly frightened.
"what have you done?!"
"You want to hollow me out ?!"
The of the Beacon element began to feel uneasy, and angrily attacked the gossip array, trying to break out of it.
At that moment, he felt that the power of his primordial spirit was absorbed, and that bite ... almost killed him.
If you go down at this speed and rhythm, come seven or eight times, he will be drained sooner or later!
Lu Fan also discovered this problem, a very serious problem.
的 The power of the Yuanshen, the of the element of fire today, can be said to be the main source of the White Jade Palace. If Lu Fan is to support it, I am afraid it will be drained in an instant.
And continue to maintain this situation, it is only a matter of time before the of fire is drained.
Lufan had to think of a way.
"If you want to milk cows, you have to make them better ..."
Lu Fan thoughtfully.
I exited the missionary.
Lu Fan was blowing a breeze above the pavilion, and his head was slightly swollen. Although the channel of the power of the of the elemental fire was built as a supply channel, the transmission of this channel also required the power of the yuan Conducted, therefore, Lu Fan will also consume some.
However, the problem is not big. With the power of Lufan's Yuanshen, he can quickly resist it.
What he cares about is how to keep the of fire lasting output ...
"Elixir?"
Lu Lu thought for a while, then controlled the Qiandao chair, and drifted into the alchemy pavilion, into Ni Yu's small vault.
I turned over all the elixir that Ni Yu had refined over the years, but found that the efficacy of the medicine did not help restore the spirit of the soul.
Lu Pan sighed, did he have to study such a Dan Fang?
Today, the power of Lu Fan's Yuan Shen maintains output, which is already very stressful. If he studies Dan Fang again, Yuan Shen will be too strenuous.
"Yes, elixir can't work, elixir can always ..."
"Dad's little vault also goes over."
As soon as Lu Fan's eyes lighted and his mind was settled, he floated out toward the ancient tomb and Lu Changkong's research room.
之中 Among the tombs.
Lu Changkong's research place.
The acres of Shaoxing medicine field are being opened up, and the rich fragrance spreads out from the medicine field, and a bunch of medicinal materials are being displayed in the wind.
Luo Lufan glanced across, looked at a lot of magic drugs, but were not satisfied, he didn't find what he wanted.
Lu Lufan continued to walk deep into Yaotian.
Quickly, Lu Fan's eyes brightened.
"Backwater plants, the best magic drugs, oral or topical, can be toxic: slightly, can accelerate the speed of blood flow, enhance the body's function until it bursts open, and enhance the power of backwater in the extreme."
Under a red-blooded grass petal, there is a plaque on the forehead with the medicinal properties of the strain.
Lu Lu smashed his mouth.
"Poison is poison, what magic medicine ..."
Lu Lufan was speechless.
Talking about this weed, it sounds good, but it is actually a poisonous weed that explodes human blood.
I was a little careless, fearing that the blood would all explode, and then people would die.
Lu Fan shook his head. Although this magic medicine is good, it is not Lu Fan looking for it.
After searching all the way, many superb elixir came into view. These are the achievements of Lu Changkong over the years. Lu Fan was dazzled and stunned.
He always thought that Dad was just playing around, and more was to cultivate poisonous weeds and strengthen the power of 10,000 poisonous bodies.
I didn't expect that my dad actually produced so many strange poisonous weeds.
"Yes!"
"Chaos chrysanthemum, low-grade elixir, oral, toxicity: medium, after swallowing, it will stimulate Yuan Shen, enhance the releasing power of Yuan Shen, make Yuan Shen swell, and finally burst."
There is a translucent plant, which looks like a jellyfish-like chrysanthemum. The introduction is written on the plaque.
But Lu Fan was so satisfied that he found it, this is what he was looking for!
As soon as my heart was moving, Reiki was stacked into thick protective gloves. Even Lu Fan didn't dare to take it lightly. After all, his father said that the intermediate toxicity was absolutely terrible.
Lu Fan didn't want to sail smoothly for so long, and was finally poisoned by Lu Changkong's poison.
After I picked the chaos god, Lufan didn't stay long. I glanced at the two chaos gods left in the medicine field. After thinking about it, I still didn't pick them, so I should leave some for my father.
Uh ...
On the stairs of Baiyu Palace.
Xuantai Xuan looked peaceful.
There is a faint white spot on the frowning heart, which is a manifestation of the power of the soul.
After Yantai Xuan stepped into the second level in the soul level, he noticed some strangeness, and he looked around.
The world that Zeng originally had no flaws in his eyes became less vivid at this moment.
However, Yan Taixuan did not directly break away.
I have a rare chance to be born again. I am going to try it out.
In this life, whether he can reach the peak with a mortal body.
什么 To what extent can he lead Da Xuan?
After Tang Xianxian died, Yantai Xuan took Tang Yimo away.
Of course, Tang Guo and Tang Yimo's acquaintances took them to the imperial capital together, allowing Tang Yimo to enter the school and teach him martial arts.
Tang Yimo was indeed very talented in martial arts. Even Jiang Li was surprised and trained with all his heart. Soon, Tang Yimo became a captain in Jiang Xuan's army.
When the world was unified, Yantai Xuan began to deal with matters.
毕竟 After all, he has the experience of being a emperor, and he is very familiar with the way of governing the world. He was very surprised by the helpers of Mo Beike and Mo Ju.
Under the rule of Yantai Xuan, the Daxuan Dynasty ushered in a prosperous age.
In the past ten years, the time in Yantai has become more and more peaceful, as if there is a feeling of detachment.
He looks gentle and elegant, but even the most powerful qi and blood master, in front of Yan Taixuan, can't afford the courage to throw a fist.
At the same time when the country was flourishing, Yantai Xuan went out and hit hard.
让 He asked Jiang Li to lead the Daxuan Army to directly kill the Daxuan range, to kill Xiang Rongdi, and to kill the boundless desert.
He soon encountered the Marton dynasty in the West.
Under the training of Yantai Xuan, Xuan Daxuan Tie was strong and strong, and there were outstanding masters such as Jiang Li and Zhao Zixu.
The Marden Kingdom couldn't stop the Daxuan Dynasty, and it was quickly defeated and broken by the Daxuan Dynasty.
Yantai Xuan continued to conquer.
I have included the entire Five Phoenix Continent into the territory. Of course, this is the Five Phoenix before the world transformed.
Finally, it took thirty years for Yantai Xuan to stand on top of the Five Phoenixes.
Because there is no birth of spiritual civilization, even the Grandmaster of Qi and Blood will still be deprived of life under the ages, start to grow old and gradually grow old.
Yantai Xuan is no exception.
Yongjiang Li is old and can't move the knife.
Yantai Xuan is also old, many old friends have passed away. In the era of no practitioners, no one can maintain long life, the power of time rules, cruel like a knife.
However, Yantai Xuan was satisfied.
In this life, he did not choose to die in bed.
When Chaoyang was born, he wore a royal robe and sat on the throne, looking out into the distance.
After decades of sedimentation, his soul gradually stabilized, and he became deeper and deeper.
Chao Chaoyang shone in, pulling bright light on the chapel.
Yantai Xuan's old body bathed in the sun, picking at the corners of his mouth.
With the emperor's domineering and endless vigor, He closed his eyes.
Boom!
Everything exploded in front of me.
A stream of light burst out from the palace, and quickly drilled into Pantai Xuan, who was sitting on the white jade ladder.
Yantai Xuan opened his eyes and looked at the White Jade Palace calmly. Everything did not surprise him. The life he experienced was really just an illusion made by this palace.
However, whether it is true or not, Yan Taixuan himself is a little unclear.
However, he knows that the experience of this life has caused him some changes, that is, changes on the level of the soul.
Sugawara was originally stuck at the nine-turn Jinxian level of Yantai Xuan, and now he feels that it is not difficult to step into Daluoxian.
Although it was possible to break through before, as the level of his soul rises, he can easily break through that layer of breakthrough film.
Uh ...
In fact, it wasn't just Yantai Xuan who revived his life.
Most of the five phoenixes have revived their lives in a completely different way and attitude.
重 In the five phoenixes without reiki, without spiritual practitioners, without Bai Yujing, and without Lu Shaozhu, he was revived for the rest of his life.
When Xu Ningzhao opened her eyes, she found that she was back in Beiluo City, and she was stunned when she was a daughter of Lu Fan.
Long eyelashes trembled, red lips were narrowed, eyes could not help but fluctuate, and even fog and water continued to flow.
When a rumbling sound came from Lu Fan's room, Ning Zhao quickly opened the door to enter, just seeing Lu Fan who was stubborn and wanted to get up from the ground.
"My son!"
Xi Ningzhao shouted, helping Lu Fan get up and sit in a wooden wheelchair.
Luo Lufan said nothing and said nothing.
Qi Ningzhao stood aside, watching quietly at this time, still a little immature, with a stubborn boy who is unthinkable by ordinary people.
No more like the jade style, no peerless, but Lu Shaozhu, who has broken legs and has limited mobility.
"It's not the glorious son ..."
Qi Ningzhao had a little regret in her heart, but after regret, she had a little hope.
Maybe ...
Such a son, Fang is not an unattainable son.
"My son, I help you ..."
Wu Ningzhao's voice softened a lot, helping Lu Fan wipe his face.
Luobei City is still Beiluo City, and Ning Zhao found himself returning to the original origin. At this time, Beiluo City has not yet been broken.
Wu Ningzhao is serving Landing Fan every day and fulfilling his duties.
热情 Her enthusiasm made Lu Fan, who was somewhat introverted, a little overwhelmed, but gradually she got used to it.
I was accustomed to Ningzhao helping him to wipe his hands, and Ningzhao pushed him to walk in the garden, and Ningzhao returned to the house, carried him to the bed, etc ...
Wu Ningzhao also used to do this, willingly, without any complaints.
Perhaps, the boy in front of him is not that boy, but Ning Zhao is becoming more and more enthusiastic.
很多 A lot of things have changed in this world.
He has no aura, and his son has not grown into such a peerless evil.
If you miss the chessboard, you can kill millions of enemies.
However, Ning Zhao was inexplicably happy, as if the inner caper could be realized.
When the night was quiet, Ning Zhao would sit quietly on the roof of Lu Fan.
Looking at the stars, thinking about things in another world.
"Actually, the empress Ni Chunqiu is still very enviable ... at least, she has the courage to take that step."
"Some people can only hide everything in their hearts, watching secretly, watching from a distance, dare not say."
Ning Ningzhao pursed her lips.
Zhongsheng I, although there will be regrets, but Ning Zhao bet all the enthusiasm of the previous life.
Son-in-law is her God.
But in the countdown of Ning Zhao.
As the defending city of Da Zhou, Luobei Luocheng finally ushered in the battle of siege.
But, unlike the previous life, this time it was the alliance of Overlord and Tang Xiansheng that attacked Beiluo.
The rampant little emperor in the big Zhou dynasty made the North Luocheng stormy.
Qi Lu Changkong chose to defend the city resolutely.
However, the overlord is too strong. In a world without aura, the master overlord is the best in the world.
Luobei city was breached.
The tranquility of Luolu House was broken.
Ningzhao, who is a warrior, must come forward to protect Lufu.
Lu Changkong sent someone to pick up Lu Fan and leave.
Xun Yi, a respected master martial artist, came after him, and Ning Zhao's thin body stood in front of Lu Fan, guarding his son.
After all these years, after her rebirth, Xiu has improved a lot and has already entered the realm of great masters.
However, this is not an era of spiritual practice, and there is a limit to the master.
There are more and more wounds on her, and more and more blood flows.
However, she was standing upright after all, preventing these people from hunting down the boy on the retreat.
This is her obsession. The son used to be her heaven, and now ... she bets everything on this world, and she wants to support the son for a day.
When she was finally unable to hold the sword and fell to her knees, she raised her head arduously, and looked at the carriage of Lufan, which disappeared at the end of the road.
She smiled.
强烈 This strong obsession seems to break everything around.
The space is fluctuating, and Ning Zhao feels that everything in front of him has become blurred, and the world seems to become dreamy.
"It's fake ..."
Xi Ningzhao sighed.
However, everything is fake, but her emotions on the bet betting are true.
Some real things cannot be faked and cannot be replaced.
Wu Ningzhao felt that his soul was sublimating.
The scorching hot, once suppressing the emotional release in the bottom of her heart, made her feel that everything between heaven and earth seemed to be clear and captureable, and her mind was transparent.
She revived her life. Although she lived briefly, she was happy.
Uh ...
He Sima Qingshan found himself reborn, and at that moment he was flustered.
He once again became a poor painter in Nanjin City.
On the first day of rebirth, he rushed out of Nanjin City frantically, and rushed to the city in his memory with all his belongings.
The refugees went down, but Sima Tsingtao went up.
He still remembers that he had painted a picture of a refugee, which was the first painting he gave her.
However, at this moment, he has no intention to paint.
Finally, three days and three nights, Sima Qinghong, who was hungry enough, finally rushed to the gate of the small city.
He resurrected his life, no aura, no practice ... What should he do?
什么 What should he know about her?
I was outside the city gate, and Sima Tsingtao was stunned, hesitated, and stunned.
What if she hates him?
Yan Sima Qing shirt shook his head and also resolutely entered the city.
Walking in the city, painting and selling paintings.
I set up a stall not far from the Anfu mansion, and what I do every day is to look at the door of Anfu quietly.
他 When he saw that Qian Ying walking out of the house wearing a red mule, his eyes always became brighter.
提 He lifted the ink pen and drew the pen on rice paper slowly.
The appearance of the young girl like a hibiscus on the water is presented on the drawing paper.
The girl was attracted by the red scorpion.
Lilian walked gently.
However, Sima Qingshan immediately put away the stall, put away the scrolls, and left in a hurry.
The young girl stared at the deserted figure, a little stunned.
Once, twice, three times ...
The Sima Tsingtao felt very annoyed by himself.
He was afraid of something.
Because today his Sima Qing shirt is not a practitioner, he is just a poor painter, a poor painter who has difficulty feeding himself.
I may be the psychological pressure that made him afraid to face.
The Sima Qing shirt was very annoyed. In the moonlight, the picture scroll was taken out. The figure in the picture was only half drawn, but the Sima Qing shirt could not help looking at it.
This night, he sat quietly, thinking about everything he experienced.
He didn't know that the previous experience was a dream, or that the current experience is a dream.
I thought for a day and a night, like an old monk settled.
Yan Sima Qingshan finally woke up and made a decision inside.
He once again set up a stall in front of Anfu, and the girl in the red coat saw it, but he couldn't be more angry and went straight away.
Yan Sima Qing shirt was dumbfounded, but he did not give up.
On the second day, the stall was directly placed on the path of the girl's diversion.
The young girl froze, but changed her path like a grumpy. On the third day, Sima Tsingtao was also blocked on the road where the young girl was redirected again.
Finally, the girl came over.
Yan Sima Qing shirt calmly looked.
As soon as a picture scroll unfolded, the girl was stunned. Each picture was lifelike, as if it contained an extremely powerful will, which made her mind shake.
This poor painter, is it a master?
The young girl took the silver two to buy the picture scrolls, and Sima Qingshan did not refuse. She received the silver two and sent another picture, telling the girl to go back and open it again.
Although the girl was curious, she agreed.
When I returned to the mansion, I unfolded the picture scroll and saw the picture scroll as if I had come alive.
The painter ... drawing her?
The girl's cheeks covered with red.
少女 The girls will come out every day for the next day, and Sima Tsinghua will send a picture every day.
Unconsciously, three hundred days and nights passed.
There are more than three hundred paintings in the girl's house. Each picture is a girl, and the girl in each picture is different.
The figure of Yan Sima Qingshan's daily calm and gentle smile was imprinted on the girl's heart.
Da Zhou died, and chaos came.
The peace in the small town was broken.
The soldiers marched into the city, the small city was chaotic, and the wailing cries continued.
Zhao'an was thoroughly investigated by officers and men, and the owner was killed tragically. The whole mansion was completely messed up, and the descendants rushed away with parcels, like a mess of gruel.
After learning that Sima Qing shirt, calm heart, live up to the calm.
The grandmother rushed into Anfu in danger.
I found the young girl's boudoir familiarly, and the girl was holding her legs helplessly in the boudoir at this moment.
She can't bear these paintings, and she can't take them away.
Yan Sima's blue shirt appeared and wanted to take her away.
The girl refused, UU read the book www.uukanshu.com bit her lip and looked at more than 300 paintings.
Yan Sima Qingshan smiled: "Just when you and I met again today, starting today, I will draw a picture for you every day."
"Next, Sima Tsing."
Later, in the maiden's room, holding the maiden's hand, she secretly left the mansion, left the city, and went into the mountains to hide.
A few decades passed.
Shenshan small house.
The trembling hands of the old Sima Qing shirt were still covered with ink.
After painting.
The old Sima Qing shirt, holding a jug, burned the scroll to the grave in front of a small grave beside Xiaolu.
Afterwards, drinking, sitting in a rocking chair, watching the spring and autumn come quietly.
Yan Jielu is in the realm.
灵魂 In peace, the soul is like waves and ripples.
Uh ...
Evangelist.
As the souls of Huanxuan, Ningzhao, Sima Qingshan, etc. metamorphosed, the power of the elemental of fire elementary power was almost drained.
"Stop smoking ..."
The of beacon element growled weak.
Lu Fanfan's hair is flying and his white shirt is dazzling. He feels a bit on the white jade ladder to achieve the improvement of the soul level. The corners of his mouth can not help showing satisfaction and radiance.
After a while, he took out the chaos god.
"Old fire, take medicine."
"Mo Xu."
"Thank you for your help. The future of Wuhuang is up to you."
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