Beauty helps me achieve immortality

The next morning.

The entire Tianyaozhou is filled with mysterious and magnificent scenery.

Thick fog rose on Fengming Mountain, and the rosy rays of light shone through the fog, making it hazy and dim.

The shadow of the Purple Scale Saint in the sky became a little dim, and his pair of deep pupils no longer looked at the sky and the earth, but looked at the demon descendants who were meditating quietly in the mountains.

Most of the demon cultivators gathered around Lin Sheng were from the Clouded Leopard Clan, and they had more or less inherited some of Lin Sheng's bloodline.

At this moment, whether it was a Nascent Soul demon with a high level of cultivation, a half-demon cultivator who had not yet transformed, or even a leopard cub that had just been born...

They all gathered here to practice quietly, taking this opportunity to comprehend the rare Linsheng bloodline in their bodies.

Those with low cultivation can only admire the majesty of the Demon Ancestor, while those with high cultivation try to mobilize the Qi and enhance the power of their own blood.

There are also some outstanding ones with strong bloodlines, who silently comprehend the innate magical powers belonging to the demon ancestor.

……

Near Luanxian, the demon cultivators of the Qingli and Xuanli tribes also gathered in the mountains.

As for the lion monsters and tigers, most of them went to the Qionghu Territory to seek out the Jingyun Saint and the An Beast to comprehend their bloodline...

Are there more than thousands of phantoms of demon ancestors appearing between heaven and earth?

The Peng demon followed the golden roc, and the little birds gathered in front of the blue phoenix.

The figure of the Monkey Saint reaches all the way to the sky and the earth, dead trees come back to life beside the Divine Phoenix, dragons leap over the rivers, and the Butterfly Fairy flies among the flowing clouds.

The nine-colored exotic flowers are blooming enchantingly, and in the hazy space it seems that a demon master is sleeping.

The strange tree that covers the sky rises from the ocean, and every line and vein is full of Taoist meaning.

Although the era of the Ten Thousand Gods Palace has long passed, every time it appears in the world, it is a great opportunity for this land of demons...

·

At the same time, in the forbidden inheritance hall of Fengming Mountain.

Qinghuan closed her eyes lightly, still lying quietly on the jade platform.

Her messy black hair slowly grew and gradually fell down under the jade platform...

Shuyue leaned beside her and accompanied her quietly, holding Qinghuan's cascading black hair in her arms, leaning over from time to time to gaze at her, and wiping the blood and sweat from her brow with a small handkerchief.

The mark on Gu Qinghuan's forehead gradually faded and disappeared. The powerful demonic power aroused by the Phoenix Sand seemed to seep into her marrow and blood along with the Huagai Yuzhen.

However, blood was still oozing from her fair and delicate shoulders, and her slender fingers and wrists were also covered in blood.

Hong Ning looked worried and didn't dare to treat Qing Huan's injuries. She could only comfort her with her spiritual consciousness to help relieve some of her pain.

"Junior sister, don't be anxious."

Xi Mengxian held the pen and gently painted the blood sand on Qinghuan's slender legs, while whispering to comfort Xiaoyi.

"Qing Huan's dragon bloodline has been stimulated by Hui Hen, but her body is temporarily unable to withstand the power of the bloodline, and it will soon be over..."

"I'm glad that you're okay, sister. Thank you for your concern." The aunt thanked in a low voice.

Her beautiful eyes remained fixed on the marks on Qing Huan's body. She could clearly sense that after the marks disappeared, they were like being sent into her bones, blood, and internal organs by a mysterious force, and then a strange demonic power spread...

When the family goes out, my aunt naturally won't call her Qinghuan directly, but will call her sister.

Seeing Qinghuan frowning and looking painful, she couldn't help but feel pity and even a little irritated.

But I can’t put it into words…

After all, Qinghuan doesn't have a beast body, so painting sand is particularly complicated, and it is also necessary to stimulate the dragon bloodline... This senior sister of the Phoenix Emperor has also been paying close attention to Qinghuan's feelings.

Until half past the hour of Si.

Xi Meng had just finished painting the sand and was quietly waiting beside Qing Huan.

Shuyue and Hongning were also told that they did not need close care for the time being and could only sit with their aunt and watch from a distance.

On the jade platform.

The bloodstains on Qinghuan's body turned into light smoke and dissipated, and the painting marks that were barely visible just now also disappeared without a trace.

A faint demonic aura gradually emerged...

It was extremely obscure at first, but soon became pure and magnificent.

As the woman's curved eyelashes trembled, her previously gentle and soft phoenix eyes opened—

The four people saw deep, dark golden pupils, majestic and cold.

The black hair was flying wildly like a waterfall, and the blood-stained dress suddenly broke into pieces, turning into strands of flying gauze that swayed down from the dome.

The slender and flawless body seems to be the most perfect treasure in the world.

Her fair and delicate skin was like cold jade, and it seemed that just one glance at it would cause an inexplicable tingling in the soul.

Qinghuan was still a little dazed.

I just felt the vast spiritual energy gathering together.

With the blessing of the Azure Dragon Blood Codex and the dragon bloodline, the blood and energy surging throughout his body seemed to turn into rivers, pushing the spiritual energy through his meridians.

The butterfly of life has formed into a chrysalis again and has begun to prepare for its next transformation.

The three spiritual roots swaying in the meridians seemed to have become rootless duckweed, being oppressed by the majestic and endless bloodline aura and unable to breathe...

At this moment, she had an intuition that was hard to shake off, deep in her soul and bones.

The blood inherited from the true dragon seemed to be constantly telling her... everything around her was just an ant, and the past years had become a cloud of smoke.

The Way of Blood Robe, the Way of White Jade, the Way of Purple Pearl... there is no need to practice them anymore.

She now has the most outstanding qualifications in the world and is a darling of heaven.

"this……?"

She glanced at Xi Meng sideways, and her soft and gentle voice seemed to contain some doubt and scrutiny.

Shuyue took over her aunt's gorgeous black dress, draped it over Qinghuan with a smile, and then she put her arm around her slender waist: "So beautiful."

"Is there any change?" Qing Huan asked softly, subconsciously looking for the makeup mirror.

"Nothing has changed. Zhao Qing still recognizes you~"

Ningmei responded with a smile. Naturally, she and her aunt didn't care about... the subtle majesty of Qinghuan.

Xi Meng smiled softly and said, "No problem."

"It's just that the bloodline has just awakened. It will ease up after a few days."

"The demon race relies more on talent and bloodline for cultivation, which is different from the human race."

"This is just the effect of the dragon bloodline. As for the Phoenix technique, it's still hidden within the mysterious sand. You should continue to meditate and practice, and gain some insights..."

"Thank you, Senior Sister. Can Qinghuan go meet the master first?"

Since the sand painting was completed, cultivation was not important for the time being, and Qinghuan subconsciously called out "Master".

Xi Meng:! ?

She was quick-witted and understood the situation immediately.

This dragon girl should be the perfect cauldron for Zhao Xingxing to take in... ?

Shuyue looked back with her cunning eyes and smiled at Aunt Ning'er, thinking that this senior sister Fenghuang would definitely start to make random guesses.

"Of course, let's go there." Xi Meng replied softly.

Qing Huan was silent for a moment, then spoke in a low voice: "Let Qing Huan do her makeup..."

……

·

On the green plain behind Fengming Palace.

The cool mountain breeze blows on your face, and a slightly sweet fragrance floats in the air.

The original two people walking around the world have now become three people.

Zhao Qing and Jiang Yanli sat on the ground, listening to the pretty girl beside them talking and laughing about the funny things that happened during their walk.

The girl is a little short and has small breasts, but her eyes are big and watery.

"They all say that with the Blood Robe, Bodhi, and my own Cuiyuan lineage, if these three lineages come together, we can go anywhere in the world."

When his laughter came out, his clear and ethereal voice was like... the chirping of a lark in your ear.

In the words of Zhao Qing and Si He, this is a complete little loli.

The eighth person to walk in Cuiyuan Tower is Nangong Yao.

The princess of the Nangong family in Zhongzhou, a delicate and pretty girl.

……

To enter the real Pantheon and obtain the unknown Dragon Pavilion inheritance, one would definitely need help.

Originally, Zhao Qing had planned to go to Luanhuo Territory and directly seek help from the Blood Child of Tianyao State...

But considering that this is on the territory of Fenghuang Tower, it would be better to let Jiang Yanli arrange it.

So, little Loli Nangong quickly arrived at Fengming Mountain.

Jiang Yanli rested his head on his sturdy forearm and said with a smile, "What Fairy Nangong said is not a joke. This is indeed a saying in Yujing."

"When traveling across the world, each clan has the stars as their protection, so escaping with their lives is a piece of cake."

"But if we go deep into the ancient land, or compete with the seniors with profound cultivation for treasures..."

"Then the gathering of the three meridians of Blood Robe, Green Mandarin Duck, and Bodhi can ensure a smooth and worry-free journey."

Zhao Qing listened to the two people's laughter and chatter, but was still thinking about Qinghuan's sand painting.

He didn't think much about it and casually replied with a smile: "One combat cultivator, one auxiliary cultivator, plus Cui Yuan's news, it is indeed indispensable."

"Haha, no, no." Jiang Yanli laughed loudly.

"My dear brother, you need to travel more. If you have any interesting things to do in the future, please call me."

The two of them drank all night last night and now they are lying on the ground.

Nangong Yao slowly walked beside the two of them, and explained with a smile: "Fellow Daoist Zhao misunderstood. Brother Hu didn't mean disciple, but walking..."

Her big watery eyes looked at Zhao Qing, full of cunning.

"Traveling in blood-stained robes brings good fortune, so everyone's journey will generally not return empty-handed."

"If you encounter danger, Bodhi Walking can summon the help of incense, gods and Buddhas..."

"If we really can't win, let Cui Yuan spread the word throughout the world, asking people to come and fight together."

Zhao Qing: ...

Okay, okay, let’s play like this, right?

Jiang Yanli glanced sideways and asked Zhao Qing with a smile, "What do you think, brother?"

Zhao Qing thought for a moment and said solemnly: "Simple and unpretentious, returning to nature!"

We are about to enter the Pantheon, so there is no need to pick up Si He.

Jiang Yanli has been there.

According to him... the entrance to the Pantheon is right where the first shadow of the Demon Ancestor appears.

This time when the Temple of All Gods appeared, the first Luan Immortal happened to appear on Si He's side.

"Why hasn't the big bald guy arrived yet?"

Seeing that the two men were silent and looked like they were still drunk, Nangong Yao couldn't help but kick the gravel under her feet out of boredom and complain softly.

Just like their conversation and laughter just now.

This time when entering the Pantheon, in addition to Zhao Qing, the Blood-Robed Walker, who was by his side, Jiang Yanli directly looked for Nangong, the little loli from Cuiyuan... and his good friend Pi Wuwang.

"Fairy Nangong!"

Before Jiang Yanli could respond, a condensed spiritual consciousness rushed over hundreds of miles... and directly transmitted the message here.

Hearing this familiar voice, Zhao Qing and the other two looked at each other and said, "Here they come."

It didn't take long.

The clouds in the sky dissipated, and a magical Peng bird in the Jindan realm soared into the sky and appeared in the sight of the three people.

The young monk with thick eyebrows and big eyes was standing on the Peng bird.

At this moment, he leaped with the wind and landed beside the three people very lightly, stirring up a little dust.

"Friend Zhao, we meet again."

Pi Wuwang smiled and whispered, raised his hand to press down the beads dangling in front of his chest, but his eyes were looking at the circling Peng bird that seemed unwilling to leave.

"Daoist Wuwang."

Zhao Qing sat up straighter and responded to the Bodhi walker with a simple smile.

He originally wanted to call him Fellow Daoist Pi, but when the words came to his lips, he felt awkward and changed his words temporarily.

Nangong Yao was familiar with Pi Wuwang. She also looked at the Golden Core Peng Bird in the distant sky and laughed lightly, "Did the bald guy convert the Phoenix Emperor's disciple?"

Zhao Qing's mind was slightly moved when he heard this.

In fact, he couldn't tell which demon cultivators were disciples of the Phoenix Emperor. In his opinion, they were all the same.

But this time, Baldy has a Golden Core Realm Peng Monster as his mount...

Jiang Yanli frowned as he watched the retreating Peng Yao, whispering, "Did Wuwang do something to him?"

Pi Wuwang looked at the three people with clear eyes, his heart full of confusion.

He whispered, "What method do you want?"

"Just give me spirit stones...give me more."

Jiang Yanli's tiger eyes trembled: "What a joke! How could a disciple of the Phoenix Emperor be so shallow?"

After the words were heard, Nangong Yao and Pi Wuwang looked at each other in silence.

obviously……

In their two impressions, the Phoenix disciples were indeed somewhat shallow.

Zhao Qinggang had just received benefits from Brother Hu, so naturally he had to help praise him.

"The Phoenix Emperor disciples I'm familiar with are all incredibly intelligent, broad-minded, and extraordinary in bearing."

"Good! Jiang also thinks so. I have already seen the sincerity of my brother since our time at Longyuan."

Brother Hu immediately said that Zhao Qing was very honest and spoke the truth.

……

noon.

The warm sun casts mottled shadows across the mountain stream.

The four of them walked and moved to the Moon Pavilion where they had been last night, where they sat opposite each other, drinking tea and chatting.

This time on the trip to the Pantheon, Nangong Yao and Pi Wuwang were both workers who came alone to join in the fun.

Zhao Qing was planning to take his family to explore the ruins and try to obtain the inheritance from the Dragon Pavilion for Qing Huan, even though he hadn't seen the so-called Dragon Pavilion yet...

Jiang Yanli naturally also planned to take a look at the situation in the Dragon Pavilion. After all, the Ten Thousand Gods Pavilion was of great significance to the demon clan, and as a walking phoenix, he still had a lot to explore.

Since he had taken advantage, Zhao Qing couldn't help but praise the three people while joking.

But he discovered...

These three seem to be single.

Nangong Yao was not very familiar with him yet, and she had only communicated with Long Yuan twice after he had a joke with her.

As for Pi Wuwang, a bald guy, there is no need to think too much.

But what he didn't expect was that Jiang Yanli actually didn't like women...

Instead, he likes a kind of bird called Wu Manluan, and those birds are all female... Their intelligence is generally not high, and there are even few female demons who can transform.

This really opened the eyes of Zhao Qing and Si He.

From their complaints, Brother Hu has become a complete bird lover.

Along the long mountain trail.

The chirping of orioles and swallows is getting closer.

Zhao Qing's expression changed, and he said to Nangong and Guangtou with a smile: "I haven't introduced my wife to you two yet, and she's coming soon."

lady! ?

Pi Wuwang's clear eyes narrowed. He vaguely remembered... Zhao Qing seemed to say that Empress Si You was his wife?

Nangong Yao smiled brightly, nodded to Zhao Qing, and then lowered her head to sip her tea.

As a servant of Cuiyuan Tower, she knew more about Empress Si You, including where Cheng Huang came from... She also knew a little about it.

A faint fragrance filled the air, and the eyes of the four people walking by were brightened.

When Zhao Qing saw Qinghuan for the first time, his heart was beating fast and he could hardly control his emotions.

Xi Meng smiled sweetly. She had already received the message from Jiang Yanli. She now greeted the other two travelers: "I am Xi Meng from Tian Yaozhou, honored to meet you two travelers."

Jiang Yanli smiled and nodded, "My dear brother just told us that I was too busy to go and comprehend the Demon Ancestor's bloodline, and I wanted to invite you to travel to the Ten Thousand Gods Palace with me."

The woman whispered softly, "Then Xi Meng would like to thank you all in advance."

At this moment, Zhao Qing was exchanging glances with Shuyue and asking her questions.

My lovely wife put on Ningmei's dark green gauze dress, but it didn't make her look dignified at all. Instead, she looked more lively, and her smiling eyes were full of mischief.

Ningmei changed into her aunt's red gauze dress, with a faint cool fragrance wafting from her body. Her wet long hair was casually scattered, which perfectly outlined her calm and elegant temperament.

My aunt had her hair tied up in a bun and was wearing a plain white dress. Her slender hands slightly gathered the sleeves and ribbons, and the rings around her waist swayed. Although her face was still a little cold, her beautiful eyes were full of tenderness.

"My humble concubine Gu Qinghuan has met Fairy Nangong and Monk Wuwang."

Qinghuan was the last one to salute, but her soft voice gave people an irresistible feeling, as if it was an order from the king.

The woman bent down gracefully, her slender hands lightly grasping the wide brocade sleeves.

The waterfall-like black hair was blown by the mountain breeze, and the gorgeous black dress also swayed lightly with it.

Her flawless face was clearly lowered, but it seemed as if she was looking down at her subjects.

That extremely soft, smoky eyebrow also gave off a hint of coldness for no reason.

Between the gentle phoenix eyes, there is a hint of dark golden color that is difficult to conceal, like the unextinguishable... sunlight.

"Bodhi Wuwang, nice to meet Fairy Gu."

Nangong Yao propped up her delicate head and smiled, "Has Qinghuan just awakened his bloodline? Such a cold and majestic demeanor reminds me of an ancestor of our clan..."

Qinghuan smiled without saying a word, choosing to avoid looking at her master, and slowly closed her eyes.

She didn't care about the three people walking beside her, and just bent down and knelt beside her master.

She placed her profile against the man's palm and whispered softly, as if to cover up the sharpness of her blood that could not be suppressed for the time being.

"Owner……"