Chapter 160: The little master of the puppet (49)

"Qing Ling told me that she would die."
"...What?" Yu Yi's eyes widened, and the mountain wind whizzed past her ears, blowing Chu Feng's words into nothingness.
Chu Feng was serious and repeated the sentence just now with aggravated tone:
"Qingling said that she would die, and she foresaw her own death as early as when she was alive."
This conversation took place outside the Beique Fairy Palace.
Soon after Yu Yi and Manzhi arrived, the secret realm of Beique Immortal Palace opened. After all Taoists entered, Yu Yi followed Man Zhi to the entrance of the secret realm. Others need to rely on tokens to enter the area, but they are unhindered and drive directly in.
On the outer mountain covered with ice and snow, they saw Chu Feng who had been waiting here long ago, alone.
Yu Yi listened to Chu Feng confessing the grievances between her and Man Zhi, and then heard her talk about her own affairs.
Yu Yi's sight was firmly fixed on Chu Feng, with oppression.
At this time, in order to confirm his words, Chu Feng had already shown a half-demon form, from the waist down was a thick and white snake tail, shining with a demon and cold light, almost wanting to melt into the mountain of ice and snow under him One.
Chu Feng really is a demon cultivator as she said, so are other things as she said?
Chu Feng said again: "I should have told you in another way, but your mother told you that I can't talk to you until now."
Yu Yi remained silent.
Man Zhi, who grabbed a piece of fluffy grass to play with the kitten, slanted his eyes and threw the grass directly onto Chu Feng's tail:
"You never said that you still have to talk to Yu Yi about these things. It scared the child, and I was embarrassed."
"Are you jealous?" Chu Feng looked at Man Zhi not so serious, with his brows sideways, teasing her, "Weird clingy."
"Today I will take your skin and make clothes—"
"Isn't your lamp made of my python skin? You really want to smell like me to be happy?"
"Oh, I changed my mind, first pull out this snake letter."
If Manzhi is in the form of a fox at this time, his hair will explode. Chu Feng was puffed up and calmed down, the snake's tail swept gently. When the two were separated, they were very cold, but they kept quarreling when they got together.
Until Yu Yi finally uttered a voice, interrupting their intersecting each other:
"According to what you said, my mother put the tombstone in, but the fairy palace was opened once every thousand years, how did she do it?"
"Also, where is the tombstone?"
Yu Yi's question is directed at two cores.
Is the sky spirit really omnipotent in this world?
Also, although Chu Feng used a demon body to confirm her statement, Yu Yi would not easily believe it. She would only truly believe everything she said only after seeing the existence of the ruined monument and the Shekou Lotus on it.
Under Yu Yi's solemn gaze, Chu Feng paused, looking towards the south.
The wind and waves mingled with frost hit, and the broken snow wiped them flying past, rushing straight to the south, which is also the center of this secret realm
Stepping on the highest snow mountain in the secret realm under Yu Yi's feet, following Chu Feng's line of sight, she saw a pure white palace half-hidden and half-hidden by the trees.
That is the main body of the Beique Immortal Palace. Only one corner can be seen just like this, and it feels like a faint pearl embedded here, and there are top secret treasures that make Dao Xiu eager.
"When I stayed with your parents, I never saw a space that could block the vault spirit, and this secret realm is no exception. It's just that she often pretends to be in front of the world, not only you, but I remember it after recovering my memory. point."
"I thought about why she put the ruined monument in the fairy palace. In the end, I can only guess that the Shekou lotus has long been extinct, and the ruined monument is made of Sumi stone. It is the most precious treasure in the realm of immortality. So she put the ruined monument. This place opened once in a thousand years, waiting for us to find it."
"These are just your guesses."
Yu Yi's tone was light. She removed the barrier formed by the devilish energy and let the cold wind blow on her body. A pile of snow hit her hands and was slowly crushed by her. The rusty snow powder fell to the ground, and she raised her eyes. Looking at Chu Feng through the howling cold wind:
"You speculate on my mother's motives based on common sense, but you are not sure."
Chu Feng paused, and curled his pale lips: "Yes. To me she knows everything, she arranges everyone carefully, and what I see is only what I can see."
Chu Feng’s long green and gray hair was blown behind by the wind, and she was pure white and almost holy. She had a pious tone, as if the Qiongling was an existence that could be shoulder-to-shoulder with the heavens. She immediately made Man Zhi sneer for a long time and rolled her eyes, making Yu Yu Yi was in a trance for an instant.
Qiun Ling...Her mother, although the memory has been separated by a lifetime, the appearance of her close relatives has never faded in her heart. She and Qiong Ling said they were mothers and daughters, but they got along more like sisters and were extremely close. Listening to the Qiongling in Chu Feng's mouth at this time, Yu Yi felt her mother so strange for the first time.
She glanced across Chu Feng Qiongling, looking towards the fairy palace, Song Pianzhen should be there. She suddenly wanted to see Song Pianzhen, so much.
Chu Feng's voice came from beside him: "The remnant monument is currently surrounding the fairy palace, we have to pass."
In the fairy palace at this time, not only did there not have the swords to explore treasures in the secret realm on weekdays, but on the contrary, the treasure hunters in the weekdays have become civilized and polite new era Taoism.
Without him, just because there are rules in this fairy palace. The outer periphery is explored by everyone, but on these treasures in the inner periphery, the various sects and major states have long taken the lead and set the rules.
If you are interested in something, you have to compete with the monks of the same realm, and the winner will get the treasure. If the realm is different, you have to ask your companions for help, but each person can only be off twice.
So now everyone speaks more politely than before, with a smile on their faces, and they all look forward to waiting to help each other. It's a harmonious scene once in a thousand years.
The sect disciples followed the sect, and the casual cultivator formed the state government team. Three to thirty teams, large and small, gathered in the wide courtyard of the fairy palace, surrounded by a peculiar black pool in the center, which is also the eight sceneries of the fairy palace. The most curious scene in it.
"...This pond is called Xiyanchi, have you seen it? Except for it and the half door, there is no third black spot in this fairy palace."
Dao Xiu, who had done his homework early, gave his junior colleague Kepu Dao, Nu Nu said: "The treasures from this pond are the best. I have never seen one below the heavenly rank. Let's just watch the excitement."
The younger brother looked around the courtyard, feeling sad, and whispered: "Isn't it... I've seen the tribulation period once in our city palace ceremony in my life, and I saw five people today."
On weekdays, their brothers and brothers are combined to transform gods, walking outside are also worshipped ancestors, but when they go to the fairy palace, except for a few expensive immortal second generations, the youngest is the early stage of transforming gods.
There is no wonder.
The younger brother's eyes secretly looked at one place, but he was frightened by the other side's majesty and brilliant light and did not dare to look directly.
The only female cultivator in Nadu Tribulation was not only the Taoist cultivator who surrounded Lingyunzong like the stars holding the moon, but even the people of Tianfeng City surrounded her. Two forces guarded her from left and right, twisting It has become the biggest force in the venue, and many people are secretly looking at it.
But the younger brother feels inexplicably that many people are like themselves, not because they have the largest number of opponents, but because they will be involuntarily attracted to the woman in red. They will take a foolish look, and then move away in awe after returning. .
He took a quick glance and took it back, and asked his senior brother in a low voice: "That crossing the robbery is...when did Lingyunzong come out of such a number?"
"How long have you been closed?" The senior brother hated that iron can't make steel, and also lowered his voice, telling him about the changes in Lingyunzong's airy clouds, and said, "This is what happened in the Manxiu Immortal Realm recently. , To say that Sect Master Song is really extraordinary, I heard that the former Sect Master Qu is now being tortured in Lingyun Sect’s Xingshan... Tsk tsk."
This one obviously didn't know the specific situation, and sighed like a storyteller and got confused. This is also the current situation in the world of immortality, holding the first day sect's melons and eating
Dai Yuanfeng Yu Yi lost his parents, turned from the arrogant girl of the sky to a waste one night, and swept forward with a substitute puppet, not only avenging his revenge, but also taking Lingyunzong back to his hands, happily giving revenge. This melon tastes very refreshing, whoever doesn't shout after listening.
The junior sighed a few times, and couldn't help but look in the direction of Lingyunzong: "I don't know if this one will make a move next time, so that we can see the style..."
"Friend Song?"
Qian Du called Song Pianjiu. He held a green jade box in his hand. Seeing Song Pianjiu looked back, he passed the jade box over:
"Originally, I said to go out from the inner circle and look for it carefully. I didn't expect it to be hit by the squad. Fortunately, it was a shame.
Song Pianzhen had a hunch, took the jade box and opened it, and it turned out that it was the goal of her journey.
This time the fairy palace is opened in Tianfeng City. As usual, Tianfeng City will have more places, and the money will be abundant. When everyone gathers in the inner circle, a small team can be allocated to hunt for treasures outside, which is particularly advantageous.
But to get back the Ningmai Sustaining Fruit, it is necessary to fight with the companion monsters. Song Pianzhen is grateful to Qian Du for taking his own affairs to heart, and thanked with a smile:
"Thank you fellow Taoist Qian."
"Where." Qian Du waved his hand and asked immediately, "I just saw you staring at the direction of the palace gate. Why is this? But what is wrong?"
Song Pianju shook his head: "No, it's all white here, but half of the door is black, and the inkstone is black in some places, so I can't help but fall down."
"This is the first time Song Daoyou came to the Immortal Palace. It is unavoidable. After a long time, I will see that these two places are nothing special except for the color. I have never heard anything new for thousands of years."
Song Pianxiu pursed his lips as he listened to Qian Du's bold voice. Her gaze moved away from the two completely different, half-black, half-white doors, and landed on the ink-washing pond that could all the human consciousness into it.
The ink-washing pond is as its name, as if someone washes an inkstone brush in it. It has a quiet and quiet temperament, filled with a faint black and gray mist, looking like a devil, and the divine consciousness falls into the pond. Will be swallowed completely.
However, all monks can feel that, not to mention the devilish energy in the water, even the spiritual power is not half, and it will become ordinary water when taken out, really curious. Therefore, there are even rumors that there are immortal family bans on the pond, and these monks cannot detect it.
What's more, there has never been a magic repair in the fairy palace, it is a real Taoist immortal place. Over time, everyone became accustomed to these two places. If someone makes a fuss, they will be laughed at.
But this time the question is Song Pianzhen, Qian Du has the heart to make friends with the newly appointed Sect Master of Heavenly Sect. Just thinking whether to say a few more interesting past stories about him, Song Pianzhen raised his head and glanced at the top of the fairy palace. Cornice.
"Daoist Qian felt that this fairy palace always has a sense of familiarity?"
Qian Du was taken aback.
He then scanned the beautiful and dizzy fairy palace, and said: "Perhaps there are always similarities in various palaces, not to mention that someone deliberately imitated the fairy palace system to build a sect. It is not surprising."
Song Pianyu pondered, what Qian Du said was impossible, and she had never seen such a glorious palace, like a milky white shell with constant flow of light, really unique, if she had seen it, she would definitely not forget it.
"Oh, it's coming."
There was a commotion in the courtyard, accompanied by the shallow surging sound of water, Song Pianzhen heard the sound and looked at it.
A circular vortex was condensed in the ink-washing pond, and the black and white water flowed intermittently. After a very slight movement that was difficult to capture, a heavenly luminous weapon suddenly appeared on the water.
"The Vein Sealing Magic Stone!"
"Adding the refining tool to this magic stone can make the other party's spiritual power stagnate, wonderful."
"I want this thing!" A rough man came out more and more, arching his hands around, "In the Xia Yinshengmen Roger, during the fit period, can there be friends to try?"
Within a few breaths, three or four cultivators stood up.
"Liuyanmen is dry, fit period."
"Feng Wuzong, Li Jian."
"Dilaangzhou is going to do some meditation, dao friends please."
...
Since many monks are interested, they have to go back and forth in turn. A ring was set up on the spot in the courtyard, and everyone swept away their leisurely appearance, the atmosphere was fiery and fierce, and the eyes shone brightly.
"The first thing is such a treasure, hahaha." Qian Du smiled cheerfully.
There were all high-ranking monks present, and their magic skills were so exquisite. Song Pianju's eyes were tinged with interest, and the interest was also driven: "It is indeed wonderful."
The first vein-sealing magic stone was finally seized by the impossibly powerful Roger, who passed five levels and Zhan Liu general. After the magic stone was taken off by him, another pill bottle appeared on the inkstone washing pond.
Qian Du, as the city lord who took over the Immortal Palace this time, took off the pill, unscrewed it, and showed it to everyone:
"It is a pill for clearing the gods and transforming poison, which can cleanse all toxins and heal hidden wounds."
This is a "partial family" heavenly pill, which can only clear poison. But the poison attached to the flesh and blood is the most difficult to get rid of. The eyes of Dao Xiu, whose relatives and friends have suffered so much, suddenly burst into expression, stepped forward, and opened a second contest.
Broken bones bamboo, white jade sand, Qingxia gods...One by one, the most precious treasures emerged from the ink-washing pool, and there were bursts of hot breathing, accompanied by a fierce and endless treasure hunt. Contest.
After Qingxia Shenrui was picked by the elders of Shijue Academy, a strangely shaped stone slowly appeared in Chishang under the gaze of everyone's expectation.
It was a blue-grey stone with very irregular edges on one side. It was a foot thick, and you could recognize it by looking closely:
"It's a broken stone...?"
Take a closer look, and there is a deep purple, nearly black flower enclosed in the mottled stone stele. That flower was strange, it was clearly embedded on the stone tablet, but it was still lifelike, the slender petals were soft and ghostly.
"It's Sumeishi!" Qian Du was the first to call out, with excitement, "I have been looking for it for many years, and I finally saw it today."
Sumeishi! Those who didn't recognize it now understood that there was plenty of space power inside Xumeishi, and its plasticity was extremely strong. According to rumors, even the thunder of Thunder Tribulation could swallow three points with Xumeishi Refining Artifact.
The thunder robbery during the ascension was terrible, and how many monks were defeated at this level, and were not allowed to climb the ladder. At this moment, it was Xumi Shi, except Song Pianju, the other Dujie all stood up and argued intentionally.
Among them, the Xuan Yuzong's crossing the robbery seemed to smile and said:
"City Lord Qian must not forget that you have already used two opportunities. We can still fight for this Sumishi, but you can't."
"Hiss." Qian Du just remembered that he had just put on a good shadow lore array, and the broken bones. At this time, he couldn't play.
"That's it." Qian Du sighed heavily, but regretfully withdrew from the competition.
Xuan Yuzong’s Cross Tribulation squinted his eyes, and the corners of his lips were raised wantonly, and his gloat was especially obvious: "Either people have a bit of foresight, if I were City Lord Qian, now my intestines will be regrettable. Don't worry, I have it. If there is any leftover leftovers of this monument, I will sell it back to you."
Xuan Yuzong ridiculed Qian Du arrogantly, Qian Du's face suddenly sank, and the other two Dujie's expressions were not good-looking.
This is nothing compared, how come you are so prosperous? The hateful Xuan Yuzong old monster was the highest cultivation level in the Tribulation, and it was only in the later period of Tribulation that he had the confidence to be so arrogant, it really couldn't cure him.
After several robberies confronted each other, the others didn't dare to speak, for fear that the King of Hades would suffer from the fight. For a while, the court was terribly quiet.
The older brothers and younger brothers who had been chatting constantly had already shrunk to the corner and became a pair of quail.
"Doesn't it become singular, it is not beautiful. I have not made a shot, so I will come to make up with you."
A low and soft female voice sounded slowly. This sound was not loud, but it was leisurely enough, as if to ignore the current scene of rattling swords, like a cold spring breeze, blowing the condensed frost everywhere, and it was impossible to form it again.
The younger brother's ears were numb and numb, and he couldn't help but look up—it was her, it was her, Song Pianzhen of Lingyun Sect.
If he looked left and right, he would know it, and he was far more attracted to him than he was attracted to look up.
The younger brother stared blankly at the red-robed beauty who came out unhurriedly, the fiery golden lotus vestment brushed across the milky white ground, like a flame floating on the melting frost and snow.
Du, Du, Du, her footsteps seemed to be on people's hearts, combined with a powerful heartbeat, evoked an endless echo, which shocked people's chests.
That face is even more fascinating, beautiful and unparalleled, with tens of thousands of styles hooked at the end of the eyebrows, red lips pursed with wind and moon, and dark temples.
She looked in the direction of Xuan Yuzong, her lips opened and closed gently:
"You come?"
These short words are calm and free, unparalleled.
The younger brother was flustered, and his body shivered and sweated.
He buried his head deeply, this was not someone he could covet, and even one more look was offensive.
Song Pianzhen took out the seven-star double phoenix swords, and fixed his eyes on Xuanyu Sect's Dujie.
At this time, this Du Jie could no longer laugh. Song Pianju suddenly felt a little bit of interest. She guessed that this Du Jie had never fought against herself, but he must have heard of him from the Zongmen elder, otherwise he would not be alert. And ugly, as if being slapped in public.
But his feelings had nothing to do with Song Pianzhen. She didn't stand up for this proud Taoist practitioner, nor was it all for paying back the money to save a favor. Song Pian slapped her head and glanced at the remnant monument.
Everyone is paying attention to this heavy Xumi stone monument, and Song Pianjue pays attention to the unknown flower on the stone monument.
This is the first time she has sensed the breath of fast going through the game in the small world.
She must get it.
Song Pianjue was able to fight Nadu Jie with ease. After staying in the world of cultivation for a long time, she preferred to fight with swords rather than magic magic. The seven-star double phoenix sword is obedient and light in her hand, and when it hits the opponent, it rushes into the fierce and ruthless sword light, as if to cut it apart.
Song Pianqi was beaten heartily, even more intensely, as if his body was moving. The other party has been able to cope freely from the beginning, and gradually pales in comparison, and is even tired of coping.
"This is too..."
"I've just played back and forth, but this time one side was beaten under pressure. What should I say? As expected, Sect Master Song."
While others were talking about it, the other two who had participated in the battle returned to the team before and after the tribulation period, and they simply abstained, no comparison!
The crowd was in an uproar.
Someone whispered: "These two ancestors are not ashamed. If you go up and beaten on the spot like Xuan Yuzong, you will really lose yourself."
"Isn't it..." For a while, everyone could understand them.
At the end of the fight, Song Pian slammed the back of the sword and smashed the man back, and fell straight to the bottom of the ring. She stood on the ground with a knife, and her hair was a little messy, and she smiled cheerfully:
"Accepted."
A few breaths later, a dull and dumb response came from a position that was invisible from the audience, as if blood was in his throat: "...Sect Master Song is polite."
The disciples of Xuan Yuzong gathered around to help their ancestors, and went back to their home in a desperate manner.
Song Pianzhen put the knife on his side and arched his hands.
She leaned sideways, her gaze fell on the remains of the monument, moving with her heart, floating on the inkstone pool, reaching out to pick the remains of the monument
When it was, suddenly there was another long, cold white hand that slanted past Song Pianju's body, and went straight to the monument.
Song Pianzhen reacted swiftly. He twisted his body to avoid it, and while retreating vigilantly, he used spiritual power to repel the incoming people.
Qian Du's roar came from below: "Who is disturbing the order!"
"This woman... seems to have never seen her in the fairy palace."
A Du Jie said in surprise: "Her cultivation base...and I are in between."
Or is it a bit crossing the robbery? Is Du Jie so worthless now? There was another commotion everywhere.
In the chaos, two figures stood quietly on the inkstone pool.
One red, one black, both are slender and graceful women.
The girl Du Jie who appeared suddenly was dressed in a pure black dress, her skin that appeared more and more white was dazzling, she even wore a pure black mask on her face, showing only a pair of eyes.
The person here is naturally Yu Yi.
She never thought that she would come to compete with Song Pianzhen for the tombstone.
She looked away at Song Pianjue quickly, but she caught a glimpse of Song Pianjue reaching out, as if to fetch something from the air.
Yu Yi's eyes were condensed, he moved his feet, leaned forward, and directly hugged the monument in his arms
She was mentally prepared to take Song Pianju’s blow, and even closed her eyes, but the pain she had expected did not hit her. Instead, a strong spiritual force wrapped around her waist, like a dazzling silk. Wrapped tightly for a few laps, for fear that she would run away--
Yu Yi opened her eyes and looked at Song Pianzhen.
There was a pulling force from her waist, and Yu Yi was led to front of her by Song Pianqi, and she couldn't refuse.
Like a butterfly condensed in a thick night, it recklessly throws into the fiery flame.
The mask covered the look that Yu Yi could hardly hide, and she took a breath.
Song Pianju's face is close at hand, and Yu Yi can even see the long and narrow shadow under her.
Those eyes turned slightly, staring straight at themselves, the light brown pupils were cold and ruthless, as if covered with frost:
"You are not good."