Beauty helps me achieve immortality

Today's Luqiu Western Region.

The vast and chaotic demonic energy has long been running rampant.

Although there are many people who go to the place where the shadow of the Demon Ancestor is to gain enlightenment, there are also many demon cultivators who want to enter the Palace of Ten Thousand Gods...

A strange dragon rose from the river, and the evil shadow of the black fox shattered the mountains and rivers.

The evil wind raised by the Three Mysterious Jade Birds seemed to tear the heaven and earth apart.

A short cicada chirp was heard, but it suppressed all the unusual movements between the mountains and rivers.

Low-hanging clouds blocked the sunlight, the sky was gray and the atmosphere was a bit depressing.

The splashing water from the river slowly slides down through the dead branches of the ancient trees...

"Goo-goo-"

"Goo-"

The crows began to cry intermittently again, adding a touch of sadness to the gloomy world.

……

The wind was raging and the dust was flying.

A huge blood jade flying boat roared in from outside Fengming Mountain.

The scarlet blood light cut through the clouds, like a flash of crimson lightning across the gloomy sky.

There are palaces and pavilions standing in a row above the flying boat, and the Jade Mountain Spiritual Spring and the green vines swaying in the wind... all appear to be exceptionally conspicuous.

The world seemed to be quiet for a moment.

The strange dragon transformed into a handsome and enchanting man, staring from afar.

Xuanque and Qihu gradually gathered their demonic energy. The Nascent Soul Realm fierce cicada demon stared intently and whispered, "From Fengming Mountain...?"

Under the dark clouds.

Luanxian's shadow became more and more solid.

Although its body is small, no one dares to look into its strange and deep demonic eyes.

The immense pressure emanating from his body was chilling—even if it was just a trace left behind tens of thousands of years ago.

Behind Luan Xian, a crack seemed to appear in the sky, which was the entrance to the Palace of All Gods.

The gloomy sky looked like a broken glass cup, making the crack look even more hideous.

Wisps of terrifying lightning flashed through the air, seemingly poised to spread at any moment, merging with the surrounding dark clouds and unleashing a violent storm across the sky and earth...

The huge blood jade flying boat floats up and down near the strange crack.

Outside the Qiongyu Palace.

Zhao Qing and his party stood there and stared, examining the unusual crack.

With three people walking beside her, my aunt became less talkative.

She and Shuyue Ning'er sat around the tea table next to them. The three of them whispered and laughed in private, discussing the differences of Tianyaozhou, and also laughing about Qinghuan's current temperament... He didn't look like a little slave at all.

Occasionally, when her eyes met Zhao Qing's, Shuyue would slightly raise her chin, her pretty face full of mischievous joy, as if she was playfully provoking him.

But she, her aunt and Ning Mei rarely spoke.

...especially my aunt.

Although there was no distinction between her and Zhao Qing at home, their sexual desires were intertwined without any taboos.

But whenever there are guests at home or the family is traveling, my aunt is surprisingly gentle.

If you say you are a lowly concubine, then you really are a lowly concubine.

She would call Shuyue and Qinghuan sisters, and like the most ordinary lowly maid, she would quietly stand by and serve tea and water to the guests.

She would also deny what she said to Qixiu, belittling herself to the point of being worthless, in order to save face for her husband.

There is absolutely no trace of the aura of the cold empress...

He would also help Zhao Qing think carefully and then make gentle suggestions in private.

Of course, when there are no outsiders present... my aunt still has a little say.

At this moment, Qinghuan was quietly guarding behind his master, not looking at the surrounding scenery, nor paying attention to the entrance of the Pantheon.

It was just a pair of phoenix eyes looking at the master tenderly. Under her strenuous control, those deep and majestic golden pupils became dim.

Xi Meng had already cast a small token for her as a disciple of the Phoenix Emperor. In addition, there was also a million-dollar contribution gifted by Fengming Mountain... She was already very familiar with these.

"The entrance to the Pantheon is quite strange..."

"I'm afraid that ordinary weapons cannot withstand this chaotic spiritual energy."

Zhao Qing stared at the crack not far away, frowning and whispering.

But he stopped here not because he was afraid of the terrifying rift, but because he was waiting for Si He's puppet to come over...

"Is it because the secret realm was damaged too badly?" Pi Wuwang asked softly.

"Do not."

Nangong played with the jade in her hand and said, "Wan Shen Que is not just a secret place..."

"Instead, hundreds and thousands of secret realms were refined together."

"The entire Tianyaozhou today was once part of the Wanshenque."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Qing couldn't help but re-examine this land of mountains and rivers...

According to the records of the Cuiyuan lineage, this Tianyaozhou was taken out from the secret realm by someone! ?

He was surprised and asked casually, "If this Wanshenque is compared with the Ruyi Immortal Sect...?"

"Of course, Pantheon is stronger."

Nangong Yao was quite short, and when she was huddled together with three men, she couldn't look them in the eye while talking. Otherwise, she would have to always tilt her head back, and could only look elsewhere as if she was talking to herself.

She then chuckled and explained to Zhao Qing, "No sect can compare to the Wanshenque."

"To be precise...Wan Shen Que is not a sect."

"It is the supreme holy place of the entire demon race."

Jiang Yanli nodded seriously.

With his understanding of the Pantheon through his Phoenix walk...

"Before the annihilation of heaven and earth, many demon tribes revered the Divine Palace."

"For the demon race to enter the Divine Palace for cultivation is equivalent to today's cultivators entering the Twelve Floors of Jade Capital."

"Unfortunately……"

He glanced at the demon cultivators who entered the Divine Palace one after another. Not to mention the snake dragon in the Golden Core Realm and the foundation-building Yunmo Hou, there was even a little bird that hadn't transformed yet and was able to enter...

"In the old days, with the chaotic bloodlines of these demon cultivators, they wouldn't even be qualified to see the Divine Palace from afar."

The Twelve Floors of Yujing belonging to the demon clan?

Zhao Qing pondered over it, and was shocked by the vastness of the Divine Palace. At the same time, he felt a great deal of anticipation.

I wonder how much Qing Huan can gain from this...

As for the danger?

What danger could there be in traveling together as a group of four?

At worst, I can directly return to the Blood-Clothed Star via the flying boat.

Zhao Qing has always been very cautious, but now even if he is more cautious... this Shenque is not worth mentioning.

When the four of them travel together, it is equivalent to the protection of the four star meridians.

If we get into any more danger...it would be really ridiculous.

"Water Ridge Note."

Nangong Yao whispered to herself as she used her power of walking.

She waved her hand lightly and a curtain of light fell down, and instantly a lifelike picture appeared in front of the few people.

What was drawn on it was not something else but the shadow of the black fox guarding outside the rift.

Zhao Qing's eyes narrowed slightly. After sensing Pi Wuwang's spiritual consciousness entering, he sent a message to Shuyue and his aunt Ningmei, asking them to use their spiritual consciousness to observe the picture together.

Compared to the records about the strange beasts, he was more curious about the Shuiling Injection of the Cuiyuan lineage...

The spiritual consciousness merged into the strange light curtain, like a nimble little fish merging into the sea.

There is a constant stream of images and sounds entering my mind, and each sound is different. It is obviously the result of the recordings of many Cuiyuan walking over the years.

"The black raccoon demon, whose bloodline talent is inherited as the pupil technique."

"The Pantheon appears, the first shadow."

"The demon race calls them Luanxian. Demons with Luanxian blood are naturally close to rocks, soil, and rocks. After practicing the secret method of blood, they can move freely among them."

"In the past, when Shenque was prosperous, it was also called the Demon Court."

"Occasionally, a unique demon guest approaches the Demon Court, and Luanxian will appear to guide him."

"The guests guided by Luanxian all have extremely terrifying bloodline talents, rarely seen in the world."

"After being introduced into the Demon Court, the guest can open a palace of their own and become a Demon Lord, leaving behind a bloodline inheritance for the demon heirs to study."

"So Luanxian was also called Yinqing Beast, and over time it became known as Qing Beast."

……

After Zhao Qing had sensed all the patterns, he slowly withdrew his spiritual sense.

Now he roughly understood the situation.

This Luanxian is just a gatekeeper, mainly responsible for receiving the big guys...

"Those phantoms must have once been the demon lords of the Demon Court."

He and Shuyue exchanged a glance, and his gaze towards Nangong Yao was somewhat complicated.

I don’t know...how Si He is recorded in Shuiling Notes.

"Exactly."

"When the Demon Court was at its peak, the Qing Beast was only able to guide the peerless demon immortals..."

"Nowadays, any bloodline that is even slightly rare will cause the demon court to appear in the world."

Nangong Yao's eyes trembled and she sighed softly.

Zhao Qing:?

He looked directly at his nose and his nose at his heart, and remained silent.

But Brother Hu quickly dismantled the stage.

"The one who caused the Demon Court to appear this time is most likely that person..."

He glanced at Zhao Qing and Qing Huan, and added in a low voice, "Dragon bone."

!!!

Nangong Yao instantly looked up at Zhao Qing, her eyes full of surprise.

Zhao Qing looked back at the girl's big, watery eyes, chuckled, and evaded the question: "It's the Thousand-foot Opportunity in the Dragon Abyss."

"A thousand-foot opportunity for this?"

Pi Wuwang pondered for a moment, then whispered to himself, "I don't believe it."

Zhao Qing: ...

He had no way of explaining what was happening in Longyuan to these three people.

In fact, this is not considered as digging out the dragon bones of the OP... After all, he is a new blood, how can he know that the OP of the Blood-Clothed OP is a dragon?

The chaotic evil spirit raged in the wind and dust.

A voluptuous and enchanting woman, under the gaze of a group of demon cultivators, flew towards the Divine Palace Rift...

Then she twisted her slender waist and stepped onto the huge blood jade flying boat.

The woman's black hair was like a waterfall, her charming face and the skin beneath her skirt were extremely delicate, and her pair of smiling peach blossom eyes were the most moving.

She held her slender hands lightly and strolled leisurely on the blood boat.

After taking a quick look at the charm in Qing Huan's eyes, he smiled softly and looked at the four people walking: "Let's go, let's set off."

Nangong Yao also looked back with a smile, and a few ripples appeared in her eyes.

puppet……

No greetings...

It must be that Empress Si You.

Her spiritual consciousness crossed paths with Pi Wuwang and Jiang Yanli, but no one mentioned much.

Even though the three of them usually talk a lot and have no sense of boundaries.

But with Empress Si You in person, it was clearly not appropriate to talk or ask too much...

Zhao Qing chuckled and put his arm around the woman's shoulders, casually introducing her: "Si He."

Pi Wuwang immediately clasped his hands together and bowed, "This humble monk Wuwang greets Fairy He."

The bald man immediately started to play dumb, not calling him "senior" or "fellow Taoist", but just called him "Fairy He"...

Immediately afterwards, Jiang Yanli and Nangong Yao also called her fairy.

Si He called himself Xiao He and greeted the three of them.

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The mysterious and magical wings with great charm were taken out by Xi Meng.

A group of ten people stepped on it, flew into the air from the blood boat, turned into a stream of light, broke through the clouds, and entered the crack behind Luanxian.

As for the moving spiritual treasure flying boat, Zhao Qing controlled it and turned it into a small jade sculpture, which he held in his hand for future use.

……

Zhao Qing no longer walked or stood side by side with the three of them, but the six members of the family gathered together neatly.

Standing at the front and controlling the flying wings are naturally the two hosts, Xi Meng and Jiang Yanli.

As for Nangong Little Loli and the bald man, they were the last to watch the changes in the crack.

The world before my eyes flickered for a moment, and then suddenly became clear.

Shuyue looked puzzled and exchanged glances with her aunt Ning'er...

This feeling is completely different from riding on the transmission array. There is no feeling of spiritual shock at all. Instead, it is extremely relaxing and comfortable.

But the surrounding scenery changed, and it became another world.

The sky is clear and the air is fresh.

The lush mountains and fields are boundless.

One after another, faint lights that penetrate the sky and the earth... are distributed in between.

Above every hazy light, there is a vast palace.

Si He just gave up and lay down leisurely beside Ning Mei with his eyes closed to rest.

She focused her thoughts on Zhao Qing, and the two of them watched this ancient demon court together.

The spiritual consciousness reached out from afar and could vaguely see the traces of other demon cultivators.

However, there are many palaces of demon lords here. The bloodlines of many demon cultivators are different, so the palaces of demon lords they seek are naturally different. However, conflicts rarely occur.

Outside the palace closest to them, there stood an extremely strange beast shadow, representing the inheritance of the demon lord in that palace.

The two Jindan demon cultivators who had entered this place earlier flew into the palace one after another and disappeared.

Zhao Qing could only understand the general idea, but he was inevitably a little confused.

As for Shuyue and her aunt Ningmei, they didn't even know who the demon lord was, nor could they distinguish the bloodlines and races of the various demon cultivators.

Qing Huan's phoenix eyes narrowed slightly. She was not a demon beast to begin with. Even if she had awakened her dragon bloodline, she could only try to comprehend the difference between demonic auras.

"Don't look at them, those two are elephant monsters."

"The ones around here are all elephant monsters too, but they don't all come from the same ancestor."

It was Xiaohe, who was lying next to Ningmei, who spoke comfortably, ending the family's clear and stupid gaze.

Jiang Yanli seemed to realize it belatedly and looked back at Zhao Qing's family in surprise.

Then he smiled apologetically at Pi Wuwang and said, "Don't blame me. I forgot that you are not demons."

"What Fairy He said is extremely insightful."

"The demon lord's palaces nearby all belong to the Elephant Pavilion."

"The two Jindan cultivators just now were Xuanhaixiang. They carry some of the blood of the Holy Fang Saint, so they went to the Saint's palace to seek inheritance."

He turned his gaze to the side and stared at another Foundation Establishment demon cultivator on his way: "This one is the Lion Heart Elephant. He can also go to the Spirit Tooth Divine Palace to comprehend the inheritance..."

"But he also carries the rare bloodline of the An beast, and it seems he is heading to Tiger Pavilion."

Zhao Qing: ...

Not to mention that he was overwhelmed by what he heard, even though his aunt was such a meticulous person, there was some resistance in her beautiful eyes at this moment.

What the hell!

Just say you can't mate across species!

There are so many bloodlines that it is hard to tell them apart.

Yin Hua was rippling in my mind, and Si He's lazy and cold voice came: "Well, don't touch me in the future."

Zhao Qing:! ?

"Master, that's not what I meant."

Si He: "What do you mean?"

Zhao Qing pondered for a moment and responded silently: "I think our situation is completely different from these."

He: "Double standards, huh?"

……

Regarding the complicated bloodline distinctions of the demon race, Pi Wuwang did not show any resistance.

The bald man listened carefully to Jiang Yanli's story.

Curiosity flickered in his piercing eyes: "Why..."

He considered it for a moment, then asked solemnly, "Why did the Lionheart Elephant go to Tiger Pavilion to look for the An Beast?"

"In addition to the palaces in the Elephant Pavilion, shouldn't he go to the Lion Pavilion?"

"I mean-"

"Could the legendary beast be a lion and a tigress, and after making love...?"

Jiang Yanli laughed out loud.

"I've heard a bit about this. The so-called elk beast is actually..."

Zhao Qingben was already confused.

After hearing the bald man's questions like chanting a mantra, I just wanted to kick him twice.

Ning Mei and Shu Yue were secretly delighted, but their cunning eyes were full of disdain...

"stop!"

"unnecessary!"

Nangong Yao interrupted with a delicate voice, and flew over to snatch the Spirit Wing Restriction from Jiang Yanli's hand.

Then she waved her slender hand, using her walking authority to direct the water stream to illuminate this place.

"Let's go to Dragon Pavilion, right?"

"I'll take you there."

"There are still 3,162 palaces in the Demon Court, and 17 dragon palaces. Six of them are well-preserved and still have inheritance trials."

"Let's go to the first one, Chilongque."

"It's only tens of thousands of miles away, and we can arrive in a few hours."

The little girl's eyes widened as she withdrew her consciousness from the water ridge and flew westward on her spirit wings...