The beauty of this deity is the best in the world of self-cultivation

Inside the exquisite and cold hall.

"Why is Tianjun refining medicine again?" An indistinct voice came from his ear, with a faint smile.

In front of him is the strange heat coming from the alchemy, with a bit of warmth in the coolness.With a wave of his hand, he trapped the elixir that he wanted to escape, put it into a newly made jade bottle, and placed another restriction on it.

"Click." The jade bottle was placed on the ground, and it let out a clear jade cry. The pill inside was still restless, still rushing around in the jade bottle, trying to escape from the layers of confinement.

A slender palm picked up the bottle of elixir, the corner of the white clothes came into his eyes, and the laughter was still in his ears: "The Heavenly Monarch is unwilling to share with the poor monk for several days to refine this little thing. See you?"

You are a demon cultivator, you call yourself a poor monk.

As if he could sense what was going on in that Heavenly Monarch's mind, Ye Shangqiu's expression was gentle, but his gaze was still serious.

"Tianjun is really ruthless." The Moxiu continued to speak, and even moved his hands, embracing him from behind, running his hand along his arm, and holding the warm fingertips.

With the cold sword hilt in his hand, the demon cultivator smiled in his ear and said, "Heavenly Lord sits in front of the alchemy tripod every day, how can his body bear it? Why don't you come and have a few tricks with the poor monk? If the poor monk wins, the god Would you like me to promise the poor monk one thing?"

The spirit sword was sharp, and it was a spiritual object of the spirit treasure level, so it was lightly stuffed into the hands of the Tianjun by the master, just like a gadget that was readily available.

Being good at refining medicine is superb, but it doesn't mean that he is also quite talented in swordsmanship.However, the person who came seemed to be doing it on purpose, his fingers were entangled between Tianjun's fingers, holding the spirit sword together with him, and the warm breath was blown into Tianjun's ears, which made the white jade body look like it was carved. Cheng's small and exquisite earballs were covered with a layer of light and lovely pink: "Isn't Tianjun not good at swordsmanship? The poor monk can explain it to Tianjun, but...you have to get some rewards first."

He didn't even ask Tianjun if he was willing to learn from him, so he leaned down and kissed Tianjun's earlobe. kiss.

"This is a few sword techniques that the poor monk accidentally acquired..."

The sword energy is like a rainbow, piercing through the sky.

Every sword move is extremely simple, between light picks and slow stabs, the light of the sword falls like flying snow, and suddenly turns into continuous and cold flames, killing every corner and every living thing it touches. Put it in the fire and burn it up.

"Tianjun is really smart." The demon cultivator smiled, with a golden light on his body like a cloud, stepping on the flames, "It's just that it's too ruthless."

Looking up, Ye Shangqiu finally saw the face of the visitor.His long hair is like a waterfall, which is different from ordinary Buddhist cultivators. His brows and eyes are as clear as a clear spring, and his dark eyes seem to contain a vast sea of ​​stars, wide and peaceful.The thin lips were lightly picked, turning the very holy meaning into a lingering evil.

Except that there is not a little cinnabar shining between his brows, this Moxiu, who talks and laughs with Tianjun, looks exactly like Shang Yuci.

Ye Shangqiu slowly opened his eyes, Rumo's pupils seemed to be dotted with stars and cold moons, suppressing the sudden flash of blankness.

Around him, countless sword lights turned into pieces of snow and fell, and when they touched the monks, they jumped up suddenly, and the sharp sword energy overflowed, followed by endless cold flames. The vestments on their bodies were all ignited, burning his body and soul.

"When did the master practice the way of swordsmanship, and the disciple accompanied the master day and night, it's only now that I know." Shang Yuci stood beside him, the bright golden light swung away the boundless snow, with a gentle smile , but the tone is sour.

Ye Shangqiu looked up at him, his gaze paused on Shang Yuci's raised lips, then he turned his head away and pursed his lips in silence.

Shang Yu said: "?"

what happened? ? ?

Mozun, who is addicted to drama, is not happy anymore, he is angry.

Gods and Buddhas all over the sky appeared behind him, and the golden light was so shining that the few casual cultivators dared not raise their heads easily.

The mighty sound of the Buddha seemed to come from the sky, and it seemed to be very close at hand. As soon as he left his hand, it crashed into the chest and abdomen of one of the rogue cultivators, and the blood flowed down the thick gilded chest. The body of the stick slipped.

Endless murderous aura lingered around his side, reflecting the benevolent eyes of gods and Buddhas all over the sky, it seemed more and more that he was like a murderous god descending into the world, and the golden light seemed to be dyed with a thick bright red blood.

The killing intent rises against the blood mist, accompanied by the pure Buddha's voice, and the Zen staff blooms with Taoist brilliance.

Ye Shangqiu stood next to him, with the silver light of the spiritual sword in his hand, and he fought tirelessly.

One, two, three, four!

The surge of true energy swept across the entire sky, and among the casual cultivators who stopped Ye Shangqiu and Shang Yuci, only the cultivator in the Yin God Realm was left.

"The master is one less than the disciple." Shang Yuci smiled lightly, as if he was gossip, and said, "If the disciple wins the master, you must remember what you promised the disciple before."

The long sword reflected Ye Shangqiu's cold eyebrows, and his thin lips slightly pursed: "There is one more."

Loose Xiu: "..."

What a broken master and apprentice!It should be that the Nascent Soul cultivator can fight better than him, a cultivator in the Yin God Realm, is this plausible!

The agreed mutual benefit and reciprocity work together to build a beautiful world of self-cultivation!

How can there be another word like this!

The grievance in the casual cultivator's heart had nowhere to express, so Ye Shangqiu and Shang Yuci took over together. The sword light matched the Buddha's light, and the strange fire matched the murderous aura.

As if they had practiced this way countless times, the cold and strange fire rushed into the eyes of the gods and Buddhas, as if lighting them with eyes that could see the world, the sword light lingered, and the Buddha's palm fell down like a mountain!

"How do you calculate?" Shang Yuci asked with raised eyebrows, looking at Sanxiu who had a long sword stuck in his dantian but was suppressed by the golden light.

Ye Shangqiu ignored him, and after taking a few glances at the casual cultivator, he leaned over and stuffed him with a pill: "Take him with you."

Shang Yuci smiled slightly green: "..."

Ye Shangqiu thought he was still concerned about the previous gamble, looked at the Loose Cultivator in his hand, frowned slightly, and said, "A draw."

Then he added another sentence: "After I go back, I will refine a few batches of pills for you."

Shang Yu said: "...Thank you, Master, for your kindness."

He didn't mean it that way.

No, that's what it means.

Still not right.

Anyway...

"Why did Master bring him along?"

Ye Shangqiu glanced at him sideways, his brows slightly twitched: "He is the devil who slaughtered dozens of Jindan disciples of the Taiqing Sect."

It's good to go back and get some credit.

He didn't carefully read the scroll that Yao Ling gave to Shang Yuci: "...it's my disciple who overlooked it."

His master is really diligent and thrifty.

Moxiu who was carried by Ye Shangqiu: "..."

I hate!

Shang Yuci took the casual cultivator from Ye Shangqiu's hand, and the golden chains were snatched from his hand, and soon he tied the demon cultivator into a golden rice dumpling: "Go back and give medicine to Ling Tianjun It’s not bad to be a medicine man.”

Ye Shangqiu nodded slightly.

Moxiu was terrified: "Oh no!"

I disagree!

Shang Yuci's smile became more and more gentle.

disagree?

His eyes flicked over his neck, sharp as a blade.

If you disagree, just end here.

Returning with a corpse can also be regarded as completing the task.

Moxiu faded away.

The blood orifices on his body became extremely stagnant because of Ye Shangqiu's previous elixir, and his true essence collapsed. No matter how many methods he had, he still couldn't exert his strength at all.

He is very accurate at seeing people. From the moment he stepped into the practice, the people he has killed are piled up to be more than a sea of ​​corpses. Whether it is a Taoist cultivator who claims to be righteous, or a demon cultivator who practices the devil way, he has never picked it up in his hands. It was a good thing, but who would have made a fool of himself in this secret realm today, knowing that this strange master-student duo can walk freely in this dangerous secret realm, and they have won so many opportunities, their strength must be good, but Still sent up like a ghost...

He looked at the profile of Ye Shangqiu in front of him, and a trace of obsession flashed in his eyes.

Perhaps, apart from the temptation of countless opportunities, he also wanted to compete with this icy monk, break his indifferent expression, and make him only show a different expression in front of his eyes...

Beauty seduces people.

It's just that he miscalculated the strength of Ye Shangqiu and Shang Yuci, and lost everything.

Their movements were not small, and they quickly attracted the attention of many people. They saw Ye Shangqiu and Shang Yuci breaking through the terrifying Sword Formation without any effort, A monk in the Yin God Realm was captured alive, and his eyes on them changed instantly.

"Junior Brother Shangqiu."

"Last autumn."

"Yu Xiao..."

Three different voices came from the side, and the smile on Shang Yuci's face was so green that he panicked.

Xie Chongxing and Tantaijing came hand in hand, looking at Ye Shangqiu, other than intimacy, other emotions also faintly flashed in their eyes.

Can people like Ye Shangqiu really be used by them?

While hesitating, the longing for Ye Shangqiu did not dissipate, on the contrary, it became more and more intense.

If you can really let him have a sincere friendship, it must be a great help for one party!

Shen Junqian did not have the consideration of Tantaijing and the two of them. After seeing Ye Shangqiu's figure, he hesitated, but was urged by his inner thoughts and walked over, a blush appeared on his pale face: "Brother Yuxiao ...No, Master Yuxiao, we finally meet again."

Shang Yuci smiled and looked at his master silently.

Ye Shangqiu: "..."

"Shen Junqian." For Shen Junqian who helped him, the expression on Ye Shangqiu's face seemed to soften a little, and he nodded slightly and called, "Long time no see."

The blush on Shen Junqian's face faintly showed signs of spreading to his neck, his face was gentle and his eyes were soft: "Since Master Yuxiao left, I have been practicing hard day and night, just to be able to meet again when we meet again." ...However, I am relieved to see Master Yuxiao healed from his old wounds and improving his cultivation."

Shang Yu smiled.

Ye Shangqiu: "...Thank you fellow daoist for thinking about me."

Shen Junqian shook his head: "I'm just thinking about it on my own, so I don't deserve a thank you from Yu Xiao."

Besides, if Yu Xiao knew what he was thinking, he might not even want to talk to him.

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Yuyu: I am a green-headed fish. The water I swim through is clear and green. That’s because the paint on my head has faded... Eventually it became a river, and its name is Jinjiang

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