Beauty helps me achieve immortality

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There is no day or night for practice.

In a flash, another seven days passed.

But during these seven days, Gu Qinghuan's qualifications changed dramatically.

After refining two dragon bones in succession.

Zhao Qing asked Jiang Yanli for the Baizhenlu from the Phoenix lineage and gave it to Qinghuan to use to refine her bloodline.

Although the effectiveness of Baizhenlu is far inferior to that of Zhenlonggu.

However, only the mountain master in Fenghuang Tower can use rare treasures, and the contribution cost is more than 8 million.

For most of the Phoenix disciples, this kind of treasure is simply not useful for improving their bloodline.

After all, they only need to find bones and blood of the same kind to fully stimulate their own bloodline, and most of the bones and blood can be easily exchanged for contributions.

But Gu Qinghuan is different. She is a dragon and shares the same bloodline as the owner of the Blood Robe Tower... The bones of ordinary fallen dragons are of no use to her.

Besides.

Zhao Qing asked Jiang Yanli and confirmed that it was correct. Then he took three hundred drops of the blood of the Blood Robe and used the secret method of the Phoenix Emperor to absorb the blood and spirit in it, which was also absorbed and refined by Qinghuan.

The effect of this method is even lower, not even as good as Baizhenlu, but Baizhenlu is only effective for the first time it is used.

Qinghuan's bloodline has long since surpassed the level that can be improved by using essence and blood, so it can be said that the effect is minimal.

But it doesn’t matter if the effect is small, a large amount can still do the trick.

Zhao Qing and Shu Yue discussed it again and again, but still did not use the dragon tendon.

Firstly, it was a gift for Si He, and Si He often took it out to play with it in private.

Secondly...

Although Qinghuan had no resistance to refining the dragon bones, he never showed any reluctance.

But Shuyue, Zhao Qing and her aunt all had clear minds.

Qinghuan just didn't want to let his master's efforts go to waste.

As long as it was something Zhao Qing gave to Qinghuan, she would carefully accept it and remember it.

Not to mention refining dragon bones to improve her bloodline.

Even if she was asked to cut her own flesh to eat with wine, she would smile and cut off her own flesh and blood bit by bit to show Zhao Qing her obsession and admiration.

But she and Qingying... after all, were once very close sisters, living in the same room and practicing together.

Let’s not talk about whether Qingying really regards Qinghuan as her senior sister.

But for Qinghuan...if she counted on her fingers she didn't have many friends in her entire life.

How could she feel good when she was asked to refine the bones of her former junior sister?

If she were to be allowed to use the dragon tendons...

Zhao Qing himself didn't think there was anything wrong.

But for Qinghuan, this was undoubtedly a torment and torture.

Thinking about this, I can only try using the inherited essence blood and Baizhenlu first.

If I really can’t enter Dragon Fault at the last step, I can refine the dragon tendons then... Qinghuan should be able to let go of some of his worries.

In the quiet piano room.

The rouge-like setting sun shines through the window, illuminating Qinghuan's profile, reflecting a bit of softness and gentleness.

But when her pair of golden eyes opened and closed, the afterglow of the sunset was eclipsed, and that touch of gentleness disappeared... crushed like smoke by the indifferent gaze.

Zhao Qing leaned against the zither stand, raised his eyes and smiled softly as he looked at her: "What's going on?"

"The Life Butterfly has chrysalised again... I think we can give it a try."

Qinghuan didn't care that Ximeng was still there, she just lowered her head and lay on her master's legs to make her words sound less cold.

These days, Zhao Qing has been working in two shifts.

Most of the time, she came to watch over Qinghuan, and took turns with her aunt Shuyue Ningmei, taking turns to accompany the three of them for a walk and kill time.

Jiang Yanli is fine, but if Nangong Yao and Baldy really get into trouble, they are definitely not easy to deal with.

In the end, there was no choice but to let them play mahjong. Only then did Zhao Qing feel a little relieved.

And on Qinghuan's side.

In addition to the significant improvement in the purity of the bloodline.

Due to its Nine Wonderful Medicinal Body, the absorption of dragon bones, dragon blood, and phoenix treasures also led to changes in its cultivation and its natal Gu butterfly.

Within seven days, he advanced two levels, directly returning from the seventh level of Qi training to the ninth level.

Although he only used the Qi and blood to reopen the bridal chamber and the Niwan, the news was enough to shock all the Yujing disciples.

Even the geniuses of the ancient clans in Zhongzhou have no record of crossing several realms in a year.

But Qinghuan is just being rebuilt and has the best resources available, which is another matter.

Her life butterfly, which was originally purple-blue in color, transformed from a chrysalis when her bloodline awakened, and then it transformed into a chrysalis for the second time.

This time... Zhao Qing looked at it with a sense of familiarity.

It is exactly the same as the Bone Girl's Life Butterfly, colorful and sparkling. It has shown extremely magical effects before it turns into a butterfly. When it draws the surrounding spiritual energy to nourish itself, it is like a whale drinking water.

Even with the cultivation of Qi, one can condense the vast spiritual energy into spiritual liquid, which is comparable to the effect of a high-level spirit gathering array!

However, for the Fate Butterfly, the amount of immortal treasures it had absorbed in the past year was truly astonishing...

The remaining vitality of Liu Yi, the leader of the Ruyi Immortal Sect, is the crystallization left by the rarest plant demon fairy in the world.

Si He also used his own essence and blood to help cast it, nourishing it with the vast vitality brought by the fragments of the Heavenly Dao.

Now, there is also the baptism of the bones and blood of the Blood Robe Tower Master, who is the only true dragon in the world today, one of the twelve first-generation walkers after the Dao disaster, and the source of the Qinghuan dragon bloodline...

Zhao Qing watched as Qinghuan's fate butterfly gradually transformed from its grayish-white color to its current state.

He couldn't help but feel a little happy in his heart, and was even happier than he himself for having such a background.

Qinghuan is about to return to the Foundation Establishment stage.

And he has the best qualifications in the world.

The white jade walking butterfly is also a colorful life butterfly, but Zhao Qing doesn’t believe that the fairy treasures used by the bone girl are more magical and complete than Qinghuan’s.

Fenghuang's bloodline is just Xinghu's, which is obviously far different from Qinghuan's bloodline.

All the good things I can get from walking in the blood robe will be given to Qing Huan in the future...

Besides, she has the Nine Wonderful Medicine Body!

What about those fairies from the holy land of Zhongzhou?

Can it compare to Qinghuan even a little bit?

Zhao Qing slowly stroked Qinghuan's warm cheek and lifted her delicate and beautiful jaw to look at him.

Even when looking at those cold and evasive golden eyes, he didn't feel any strangeness at all.

It seems that you can still see from inside...

When they first met, she was a beautiful junior sister who stood in front of him with grace and elegance.

In the kitchen courtyard, a gentle young woman rolled up her sleeves to wash vegetables and make pancakes.

In the north of Lanxian Town, a female alchemist took a short rest after the rain in the middle of the night... and then studied the herbal scriptures until the early morning.

At Songshan's home, the obedient little medicine slave knelt beside him docilely, his spiritual consciousness evolving into the alchemy furnace intertwined with his own, and he smiled knowingly.

Under the Tianqing Sword of Changshengfang, he couldn't drive it away no matter how hard he tried, even if his arm was broken... he still clung to his wife and followed Chuandu.

Her appearance cannot be called the most beautiful in the world, but no matter in past or present life, she is more than enough to match me.

She always smiled, but she also often cried in his arms.

Zhao Qing slowly ruffled the hair in his arms, pressed Qing Huan's cheek back onto his lap, chuckled and whispered, "I've seen you in my past life..."

"Gu Qinghuan is spotless and a fairy dancing in the sky."

"No, it has to be."

Qinghuan closed her eyes, and the setting sun shone through the window, looking a little dim.

She didn't transmit her voice, but whispered softly, "Gu Qinghuan is only the master's slave, whether in life or death."

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Outside the Purple Gold Palace.

The damaged and dilapidated long steps looked even more desolate in the afterglow of the setting sun.

Jiang Yanli and Xi Meng walked side by side.

Ning Mei gathered with Nangong Yao and listened to her secretly telling the story of the Bone Girl.

Si He followed from a distance, watching with great interest... the remaining broken jade and mottled traces of the old demon court.

She was unconsciously playing with a green jade flute in her hand, which was also one of the ancient treasures left in the Chilong Palace.

Zhao Qing and Aunt Shuyue were walking in the front with Qinghuan.

Just like the past ten years... the four of them went out to play together, practiced at home together, and listened to the wind and rain and waited for the sunrise together.

Qinghuan was wearing a very ordinary plain dress, with a ribbon and sleeves lightly tied in her slender hands.

She lowered her head and followed her master closely.

But the majesty and coldness emanating from those golden pupils could not be concealed in any way.

She lowered her head and walked slowly, but she gave people the illusion that she was an empress out for a trip.

However, my aunt, the real empress, seemed much gentler than Qinghuan. It seemed that her naturally cold face and eyes had also turned into flowing gentleness like water.

Before they reached the purple-gold gate...

There was a vibration of spiritual energy outside the palace.

The female shadow transformed by the array talisman appeared again.

At the same time, a terrifying and vast pressure began to brew and rise from the depths of the palace.

The indifferent dragon servant didn't say anything more this time.

He just glanced at the group of ten people, and finally his gaze stopped on Gu Qinghuan.

Qinghuan slowly raised her head and looked at her.

There seemed to be a dragon shadow flickering between the golden eyes, and the most ordinary plain skirt and water belt seemed to have become a shawl woven with fairy silk.

Xi Meng followed Jiang Yanli and watched from afar.

Originally, she thought that the inheritance of the Chilong Demon Lord was too difficult to obtain.

But the scene before my eyes...

The wind and dust invaded the fluttering sleeves, but could not wipe away the majestic and vast demeanor.

The cold golden eyes made the sunset seem a little dim, and the originally dilapidated palace also sparkled.

It seemed as if... Gu Qinghuan would put on the phoenix crown at any moment, and then with a wave of her sleeves, she would ascend to become an immortal, coldly looking at this desolate demon court and the ministers of the world.

The female dragon servant's silhouette disappeared without a trace.

The towering gate of the Purple Gold Palace also slowly opened.

The strange sound emitted by the old and strange gold mixed with the turbulent dust around it...

Welcoming the first dragon heir to enter this place after the destruction of heaven and earth.

"Qing Huan, as a human, was able to open this Chilong Palace. His bloodline is clearly approaching that of a true Chilong heir."

"Although the Chilong can't compare to the pure blood of a real dragon..."

"But in the old Demon Court, such demon lords were rare in the world. In today's world, they have long since disappeared without a trace."

Nangong Yao narrowed her eyes slightly as she whispered softly.

Use the mandarin duck jade in your hand to make a record.

The Dao calamity lasted for 38,140 years.

[Gu Qinghuan, the wife of Zhao Qing, the Blood-Robed Walker, opens the Demon Court Chilong Divine Palace.]

[There are still seventeen dragon palaces in the Demon Court. Now that one has been destroyed, only five remain intact, and inheritance trials are still being conducted.]

Zhao Qing had a solemn expression on his face. Feeling the immense pressure from the palace restrictions, he couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.

Although the palace gate was open, only Long Si was allowed to enter...

Qing Huan slowly closed her eyes, lowered her head and muttered to herself beside him, "Ever since Qing Huan followed the Master, I have no worries at all. The Master has always been by my side."