Acting Quest: Pin Dao is really just an actor

The spiritual power near Qingyao Mountain poured into Qinghan's pitch-black eyes like a tidal wave, and the thick red light carried the billowing heat wave and gushed out behind Qinghan.

An ancient vicissitudes atmosphere from the prehistoric times gradually rises in the dark room, filling every corner of the room.

The woman in the red dress fluttering like clouds, surrounded by the red glow is absolutely beautiful.

How spectacular is this scene.

The corners of Lu Chen's clothes and hair fell down slowly, looking at this spectacular scene, a look of tiredness flashed in his eyes.

The supernatant Wuwei meridian in the young Taoist priest's body was running rapidly, nourishing Lu Chen's depleted dantian.

Forcibly bestowing good fortune and merging the soul, the consumption is no less than that of sending Mengwei and others forcibly to death on the top of Chiyang Mountain.

The red light all over Qinghan's body slowly pieced together a huge bird pattern behind the woman.

Birds are born extremely mighty and noble, although unlike phoenixes, they have six images and nine buds.

But it's also like weaving brocade hair, and the whole body is red, making people afraid to look directly at it.

The beak is sharp, the feathers are like flames, and the eyes have double pupils.

It is the bloodline characteristics of the prehistoric beast, the Chongming Bird.

"Wow—!"

An incomparably crisp bird song resounded through the dark room, and the huge bird behind Qinghan flapped its wings and flew up, carrying a sense of oppression from the prehistoric in the dark room, flying around the room.

When the wings wave like fire waves, they will leave scars of red flames in the air.

A loud bird song sounded again, and the flying bird adjusted its angle, and dived into Qing Han's eyebrows with a swooping figure, completely merging with this body.

The star-like eyes of the woman in red gradually regained her spirit.

The heavy sense of cultivation and the antiquity and vicissitudes brought by the prehistoric blood gradually became stronger.

……

Quiet outside.

Qingyun Temple, where the pilgrims gradually dispersed, returned to silence.

Laohuai voluntarily turned the branches and vines into a small hammock, which swayed slowly like a rocking chair. The other branches were gathered into a cattail fan to send cool breeze to the uncle in the hammock.

The British-short lazy cat transformed by Qiongqi is lying in the small hammock, licking the dried fish leisurely with his legs crossed, blowing the cool breeze, which is very comfortable.

In the entire Qingyun Temple, he is the only one who can force Laohuai into such a situation.

The well-deserved Qingyunguan is the leader of the evil forces, Qiongqi.

One afternoon, the blue cat also figured it out.

Since you can't resist, you can only enjoy it...

"Wow—!"

Listening to the looming loud and bright birdsong, the blue cat cleverly turned over and sat up, holding the small dried fish with its legs crossed and staring in the direction of the dark room in a daze.

Thinking that he had offended the blue cat again, Laohuai froze the crown of the tree, and waved its fanning branches more diligently.

This afternoon, Laohuai was devastated.

The gnawed teeth and scratched claw marks on the tree trunk are written with Laohuai's blood and tears.

But Qiongqi's prehistoric bloodline was there again, and Laohuai didn't dare to resist.

"Unexpected wow..."

The blue cat shook its head dumbfoundingly: "She took advantage of it."

……

In the dark room, Qinghan's blooming aura slowly disappeared, and the red robe dancing wildly in the strong wind also subsided continuously with the aura.

In the distance, Lu Chen smiled knowingly and nodded slightly.

This time, Qing Han had a good fortune by chance.

It is true that Chongming Bird's bloodline is noble, but it is still a bit lower than Qiongqi among the four evils of ancient times.

Especially for Qinghan, who had leftover veins in his body, Qiongqi was a kind of detached existence.

This Qiongqi giant egg has been conceived and raised in the underground palace for thousands of years. Although it has gone through a deep sleep with exhausted spiritual power, the prehistoric aura in its body has almost reached its peak.

After Qiongqi broke his shell, Lu Chen directly blocked the passage of the prehistoric aura without any delay, and kept all the essence of Qiongqi's aura.

But now, Lu Chen used Qiongqi's eggshell to recast Qinghan's spirit body, which was equivalent to pinching out a prehistoric bloodline for Qinghan out of thin air, greatly raising the upper limit of his strength.

In the future, Qinghan will not only be able to return to the top, but will also be able to advance further in the level.

And the chongming bird blood and Qiongqi breath in her body were also forcibly blended by Lu Chen. For Qinghan, it was a blessing in disguise.

After a while, the woman in red woke up slowly, looking at her body in disbelief, her eyes were extremely shocked, the eyes were instantly covered by a light mist, and her red lips kept trembling under the excitement.

"It seems that the effect is better than I expected."

Lu Chen, whose complexion has recovered a lot, said with a soft smile, all the consumption caused by shaping the spirit body in the dantian before has been made up for by the supernatant Wuweijing, Lu Chen faintly felt that because of the consumption of fusing the spirit and soul, he had just broken through In the mid-stage of Zhenxuan, the realm became a little loose again.

The excited woman in red raised her head, looked at the young Taoist priest with complicated eyes, and nodded stiffly. She wanted to thank Lu Chen but found that she was so excited that she couldn't even utter a word.

too long.

It's been too long.

Even she has forgotten when she had a body...

More than 1 years.

From perishing with the snake demon, to being in the same body with Ping Yuan, doing evil to the world and causing harm to the world, to being sealed by the Dagan Renhuang, staying on Qingyao Mountain for thousands of years, until meeting Lu Chen up the mountain, breaking the seal, and now reshaping the spirit body.

The memory of more than ten thousand years is like a dream in Qing Han's body, it is fleeting but it is close in front of his eyes.

Qinghan clasped his hands together, gently stroking the skin on the back of his hands, the tears in his eyes became more turbulent.

This real touch made Qinghan both familiar and unfamiliar.

It's like waking up from a dream that has lasted thousands of years, and it's like wading through the abyss step by step to see the light again.

The trembling Qinghan let out a long breath, closed her eyes, and the tears flowed down the woman's cheeks.