Xianzun becomes a showman as soon as he loses his memory

Qiu Chenzhi lived on the flying sword, and when he looked down, he saw a desolate Gobi desert under his feet, with no grass growing.

After their Taixu Sect and his party left Shanhai City, they had only traveled a hundred miles with Yujian, and the vegetation was already sparse. Later, when they looked around, they could only glimpse the endless yellowed soil, scattered rocks, and dry and cracked land. There is no life to be found.

Gravel, paving stones and saline-alkali, there is only a lone mountain rising in the distance, the desert is silent, and the strange rocks are jagged. This is the only scene in the Cangbei boundary.

Mo Han Yujian landed beside him, and looked down at the barren land under his feet, and said: "That mountain is Cangbei Mountain. With the mountain peak as the boundary, everything within a thousand miles to the north is so desolate, because there is no spirit, so No living creature can survive here."

After that, he pointed to the long loess on the way, and sighed: "Because there is no spiritual energy here, and there is no water or food, so no matter whether it is a monk or an ordinary person, most of those who are unprepared and step into this place alone are buried. What will happen here."

Looking along his fingers, Qiu Chenzhi really found several skeletons buried in the rough sand.

"Elder, be careful, there is no spiritual energy here to replenish, so mana cultivation base is consumed very quickly, and it is not uncommon for monks to die of exhaustion in the end. Be sure to keep the spiritual energy pill in your hand, and don't lose it."

Hearing this, Qiu Chenzhi couldn't help but look down at the white porcelain bottle in his hand.

This porcelain bottle was distributed before leaving, and everyone in the team got a copy. The body of the bottle is white, with a big belly and a thin neck, and it is painted with the unique blue and white background color of the Taixu Sect to protect the bottle. The spiritual energy of the inner elixir does not dissipate.

Opening the bottle stopper, a burst of extremely rich spiritual energy rushed towards the face, which made people feel refreshed. Inside the bottle, a blue pill was only the size of a finger belly, and it was spinning around, exuding bursts of spiritual energy.

He understood, nodded and poured out the spiritual energy pill, and said: "I understand, you don't have to worry about me, just go and see the disciples, don't let the playful disciples fall behind."

Mo Han nodded, and walked away with the sword, but before leaving, he glanced at the black cat in his arms intentionally or unintentionally.

At this time, the black cat was lazily nestling in Qiu Chenzhi's arms, with the tip of its tail swinging leisurely, wrapping its white wrists one after another, as if it also noticed Mo Han's gaze, squinting its green eyes Mou looked back.

Seeing Mo Leng's indifferent complexion, the black cat stretched its waist comfortably, raised its front paws to rest on Qiu Chenzhi's shoulders, touched his cold cheek with the tip of its nose, and deliberately shrugged against his chin The tip of the nose sniffed.

Mo Han's face darkened instantly.

With a livid face, he flicked his sleeves silently, gritted his teeth and walked away with his sword, not looking at the cat that was deliberately showing off crazily.

The black cat looked at his leaving back, a bit of human mockery flashed in the green cat's eyes, it jumped onto Qiu Chenzhi's shoulder again, and wrapped its small head intimately around his slender neck.

However, Qiu Chenzhi couldn't notice the tit-for-tat confrontation between the man and the cat in private, he just rolled the blue pill in his white palm a few times, and then sent it to the black cat's mouth.

"I know you are extraordinary, but there is no aura here, so you must be uncomfortable, do you need this thing?"

Although others have repeatedly emphasized the horror of the lack of spiritual energy, in all fairness, he really can't see any difference between Cangbei Mountain and other places, and he has not felt the scarcity of spiritual energy at all.

But he didn't know if his cat would feel uncomfortable, so he asked this question.

The black cat looked at the particularly conspicuous elixir in his white palm, curiously leaned over to sniff it, and couldn't help licking the elixir, the tip of its red tongue intentionally licked the delicate palm as well.

Qiu Chenzhi only felt an itchy palm, as if a small brush had passed by.

However, after the black cat licked it, it shook its head unhappily, as if it disliked the inferiority of the pill, it twirled its beard unhappily, stretched out a fluffy paw reservedly and pushed it on his hand, Rejected this spiritual energy pill.

Seeing his series of human movements, Qiu Chenzhi almost laughed angrily.

He is not big, but he is quite picky!

Feel free to eat it, he shook his head and poured the pill back into the bottle and put it away.

At this moment, the fellow disciples burst into cheers: "We're here, we're here, we've already seen the shadows of other sects!"

He hurriedly looked forward, and sure enough, on the top of Cangbei Mountain, he saw groups of people in various school uniforms gathered together, crowding the entire mountain like ants.

First of all, there is the Xihua Palace that he already knew. Most of the young and beautiful female disciples in the group are dressed in fiery red costumes, all of them are infinitely elegant, like a beautiful landscape, attracting the admiration of countless monks.

However, Xihua Palace, under the leadership of Chu Yun, silently stayed away from the crowded center of the crowd, and the sparse disciples gathered together without saying a word, trying to downplay their own sense of existence, not to compete with the other three sects .

It seems that the current Xihua Palace is taking a low-key route, and has been quietly accumulating strength.

On the contrary, the disciples of Wanshufang are much more high-profile, and they have always been in the center of the crowd. The disciples under the sect all hold their heads high, accepting the envious eyes of many small sects without fear.

Like its name, Wanshufang takes the route of scholars, and its disciples are all dressed in commoner clothes and blue clothes, dressed as Confucian scholars, and all of them don't hold swords, but musical instruments, pens and inks, looking like elegant people.

The owner of Wanshufang also looks very young, more than [-] years old, with a blue cedar jade crown, gentle and gentle, holding a sandalwood folding fan, wearing a flute and jade ornaments on his waist, unlike many disciples who are full of pride, he looks like a Modesty and gentle, very refined.

But the most eye-catching thing in the field is still the Daneng Temple, which is as famous as the Taixu Sect.

The masters were all dressed in simple khaki robes. Under the leadership of the abbot, they all closed their eyes and chanted scriptures. Even in the middle of the noisy crowd, they still insisted on their original intentions, which should not have been so eye-catching.

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However, the sunshine in the Cangbei area was scorching hot. Under the fierce sunlight, the round and smooth heads of the masters reflected the dazzling light one by one, shining brightly like a bunch of light bulbs gathered in one place, making people unable to move their eyes away.

This is true for ordinary young monks, let alone Master Liaokong who is the abbot of Daneng Temple.

I saw Master Kong reciting the Buddha's name kindly, his long snow-white beard swaying in the wind, and his extremely intelligent head shining with the light of wisdom.

Everyone was so blinded by the strong Buddha light that they couldn't open their eyes.

Even Qiu Chenzhi, who personally caused the Taixu Men's hairstyle tragedy, couldn't help being shocked when he saw the monk of Daneng Temple, and turned his head to look at the Taixu disciple who had already grown into a straight-inch hairstyle.

The heads of all the disciples were swept by his eyes, and they couldn't help shivering for a moment. They couldn't help recalling the pain of losing their long hair, and they couldn't help but tighten the bamboo hats on their heads.

Can't compare, can't compare!Their bald heads are professional!

In the end, Mo Han, who was still the big brother, broke the awkward silence, lifted the hem of his clothes first, swooped down with the flying sword, and landed in the crowd.

As the number one sect of righteousness today, the arrival of the Taixu Sect still attracted the unanimous attention of the onlookers.

At this time, the black cat was no longer nestled in his arms, but lightly jumped onto Qiu Chenzhi's shoulder, looking down at the common people from a high position.

Qiu Chen's long and thin sword was pointed at his toes, his face was cold, his body was like a crane, his black hair was high, his sleeves moved with the wind, and he fell to the ground lightly.

Such a graceful figure immediately caused an uproar among many people.

"Who is that Taixu Sect? Why have you never seen it before?"

"When did Taixu Sect produce such a handsome and handsome figure..."

"Could this person be the new elder Ke Qing of the Taixu Sect?"

Among the many exclamations and discussions, only the owner of Wanshufang and the abbot of Daneng Temple were shocked, and looked at Qiu Chenzhi, who was leading the team, with uncertain eyes.

As strong men who have personally experienced bloody battles of life and death for immortal artifacts, of course they clearly remember the shocking side back then.

Although they all missed the fairy weapon in the end, Qiu Chenzhi's appearance never dared to be forgotten.

But what's the situation now?

All the insiders thought that after Tian Qingzi won the treasure, he would carefully hide it in the depths of the sect and painstakingly study the mysteries in the fairy artifact.

No one would have thought that the person they regarded as a fairy would appear in front of everyone in such a grandiose manner, without Tian Qingzi even accompanying him?

Is that old fox Tianqingzi crazy?Aren't you afraid that someone will abduct the fairy and take it away?

After all, up to now, there are still quite a few people who have the idea of ​​immortal weapons...including the two of them.

After the owner and the abbot were shocked, they couldn't help but look at each other, and a strange color flashed in their eyes.

At this moment, among the people who didn't know, some people had doubts in their hearts and asked loudly: "Why don't you see Master Tianqing, the head of Taixu? The rest of the sects sent their own heads to lead the team, why is only the head of Taixu?" Never came?"

His words seemed to drag people out of their amazement, and made them think about more practical issues in an instant.

How to open the little magic mirror?

Cangbei Mountain's small magic mirror contains countless treasures, but people still don't get much from it, not only because of the harsh living environment in Cangbei, but also because if you want to enter the small magic mirror, you have to open it first. The "door" of the illusion.

There are two huge rocks on the top of Cangbei Mountain, which are five feet high and extremely huge. They are seven or eight feet apart from each other, like two pillars guarding the gate.

The entrance of the small illusion mirror is between these two boulders, and it takes a lot of magic power to open the "door" of the illusion.

The magic power required to open the entrance is beyond ordinary people's imagination. At least three monks in the Mahayana period need to use the spiritual weapon at hand to input more than half of their magic power into it to meet the standard.

Those are three Mahayana monks!

Looking at the entire cultivation world, there are only two people who have attained the cultivation level of the Transcendence Tribulation Stage, the demon lord Xuan Yuan and the head of Taixu, Tian Qingzi.

And those who have the Mahayana cultivation base can also be counted with one hand, but the abbot of Daneng Temple, Kong Kong, the owner of Wanshufang, Wan Ziru, the old palace owner of Xihua Palace, Chu Xiyun, and the elder of the Demon Realm, Blood Demon. Patriarch and Elder Taixu Nanhua are just five people.

Because of such harsh conditions, it is doomed that it is impossible for any sect to enter the small magic mirror alone.

Unless there are three sects who decide to open the entrance at the same time, there will be a chance to meet the conditions.

As for the other small and medium schools in the cultivation world, they don't even have the chance to have delusions. Every time they take advantage of the four big schools gathering here, they follow behind the disciples of the big schools and catch a person who enters the arena. Opportunity, secretly pick up some scraps.

There are even quite a few demon cultivators who took advantage of this opportunity to change their appearance and hide their presence among the crowd, taking advantage of it.

Therefore, the opening of the entrance of the Little Illusion Mirror is of great importance, and the entire cultivation world cannot allow any mistakes.

But now, Chu Xiyun, the old palace lord of Xihua Palace, has long since died, and the ancestor of the blood demon is a demon cultivator of the Demon Realm, and has been rejected by everyone. The news that Elder Taixu Nanhua was seriously injured some time ago, so he wants to gather three Mahayanas at this time It is even more difficult for a monk.

Everyone counted with their fingers. At this time, the cultivation level is not enough but it is not the power of the demon cultivator. There are only three masters, Tian Qingzi, Liao Kong and Wan Ziru.

But now the head of the Taixu Sect didn't come, only an elder Ke Qing who didn't know the depth of his cultivation came, seeing that this time his efforts would be in vain, why are everyone not in a hurry?

No matter how good-looking this elder Ke Qing is, it can't calm down everyone's restless mood.

One of the medium-sized sects was the most angry. Their sect came from the southernmost tip of the mainland. The journey was extremely difficult, and their mood at this time was naturally more irritable than ordinary people.

Especially the head of this sect, who has a very reckless personality, couldn't help jumping out at this moment, complaining loudly: "Why among the four major sects, the one who should not have come, but the one who should have not come?"

As he spoke, he secretly glanced at the low-key and quiet Xihua Palace.

He didn't dare to complain about Taixu Sect, who was in the limelight, but actually took his anger out on Xihuagong.

In his opinion, the Xihua Palace is useless without the owner of the Mahayana stage. The new owner is a brat who leads a group of delicate and tender ladies. The same status is not worth mentioning.

Even because Chu Yun has been giving in to the three sects, the head of this medium-sized sect feels that Xihua Palace is weak and can be bullied, so he doesn't feel that he needs to bear any responsibility for his words at this time.

Stepping on the high and holding the low, strength first, this is also an eternal truth in the cultivation world.

Facing this reckless man's provocation to Xihua Palace, none of the sects stopped them, instead they all stood on the sidelines and silently estimated the strength of Xihua Palace.

At this time, Chu Xi, who had always been arrogant, heard that someone had insulted their Xihua Palace, and was already furious. He was about to rush out in a rage, but was held down by the elder Mingyu.

Elder Mingyu shook his head at her, indicating that with her three-legged cat skills, don't go out and make a fool of yourself.

Chu Xi was not angry, and when she was about to refute, she saw that her elder brother, who had always been regarded as a wimp by her, slowly opened his eyes at this moment, and looked at the rude person with a cold expression.

The head of the medium-sized sect was nearly two meters tall, with bronze skin, a full beard, and wide-open tiger eyes. At this time, he was crossing his arms, his muscles bulging and covering his clothes.

Seeing Chu Yun looking over, the reckless man still didn't hold back at all, and raised his chin at him provocatively.

The onlookers took a look and immediately understood.

The head of this small sect wants to use the declining Xihua Palace as a stepping stone to rise to the top!

At this time, Chu Yun's eyes were as cold as ice, and the corners of his mouth were tense and he said nothing. He went straight to the reckless man, and the two weapons slipped quietly into his hands.

A short whip made of black iron, and a long mace with sharp edges.

When the headman saw him showing his weapon, he immediately shouted: "Well done!"

After finishing speaking, he took off the long knife he was carrying and waved it, his huge figure instantly transformed into a shadow, as fast as lightning, he rushed straight to Chu Yun, and slashed at the top of his head.

However, Chu Yun was still walking slowly, not moving, not even raising his eyelids, but at the moment when the reckless man swung his knife, he suddenly raised his mace and turned around to block it.

The body of the mace blocked the long knife heavily, only to hear a 'click', and the heavy long knife broke in response.

Before the inexplicably terrified reckless man could regain his senses, Chu Yun stretched out his arms, and the sharp-edged long mace reached forward, hitting the reckless man's chest, directly hitting that huge body so that blood vomited from the mouth, and he backed up endlessly.

But it's not over yet, before the seriously injured boorish man fell to the ground, a short whip was like a poisonous snake hunting, suddenly wrapped around his neck, strangled the prey desperately, and couldn't tear it apart no matter what.

Finally, Chu Yun, who was walking halfway, stopped slowly, and looked coldly at the purple-faced reckless man.

The dignified head of a medium-sized sect, but within a few breaths, his life was already in danger, and he was left with only a dying breath.

And Chu Yun, who caused all this, only walked a few steps from head to toe, and easily blocked, blocked, and struck.

Seeing that the head of the family was like this, the disciples under the sect were shocked, all of them drew their knives out of their sheaths, holding up their knives and yelling to come to save the head of the house.

This time Chu Yun didn't even make a move himself, but just took a step back lightly.

The Xihua Palace disciple behind him rushed forward immediately, the sharp blade in his hand gleamed coldly, and the long whip on his wrist swept towards him.

But with a few "ding dings", the reckless disciples of those medium-sized sects have been smashed into meat paste by the disciples of Xihua Palace, blood dripped all over the ground, and minced meat splashed.

At this time, the reckless man lying on the ground had long lost his breath, his huge body lay motionless on the ground, his bloodshot and purple face was extremely distorted and frightening.

But in an instant, the Xihua Palace, which had "declined" in the eyes of everyone, had already wiped out the head and elite disciples of a medium-sized sect.

Chu Yun dragged his whip, raised his eyes and looked indifferently at the small sects with different expressions around him.

This action immediately frightened the rest of the small and medium sects that were about to make a move, and all of them took a step back in unison, not daring to continue to surround the disciples of Xihua Palace.

Chu Yun's uncharacteristic behavior today was to warn those small sects with thunderous means. Although their Xihua Palace is not as good as the other three sects, it is definitely not something these clowns can bully at will.

Seeing that the ordinary sect retreated, Chu Yun ignored the corpses on the ground and silently led the Xihua Palace disciples back to his position.

Wanshufang and Daneng Temple, who witnessed all this, did not stop and persuade the fight at all. Master Liaokong continued to chant sutras with his eyes closed and benevolent. Wan Ziru put on a modest smile again, still personable.

Only Mo Han could not help frowning when he looked at Chu Yun who was using Lei Ting's methods.

Qiu Chenzhi sensed the change in his surrounding breath, and couldn't help but look back at Mo Han, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Mo Han frowned, and said slowly: "Palace Master Chu's cultivation has grown very fast, if estimated according to his strength just now, he should at least be in the Void Refinement Stage."

Qiu Chen didn't understand, so he asked, "What's wrong?"

Mo Han frowned deeper, and slowly recalled: "He is only slightly older than me, and his strength has always been similar to mine. Just half a year ago, he was only at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage."

Mo Han and Chu Yun, both of them are the leaders of the younger generation, and their parents always compare them with each other, even if they are not familiar with each other, they have to understand something even if they don’t want to .

However, in half a year, it is impossible for anyone to suddenly go from the cultivation base of the Nascent Soul Stage to the cultivation base of the Refining Void Stage directly across the Transformation Stage.

What's more, in Mo Han's view, he seems to be holding back his hands, and the breath in his body is overflowing uncontrollably. Such symptoms are obviously the bottleneck of the refining stage, and only one chance is needed, and he is about to break through to the fusion stage.

Nascent Soul Stage, Transformation Stage, Void Refining Stage, and Fusion Stage, there has never been such a precedent in the cultivation world of jumping three levels in a row.

After listening to Mo Han's explanation, even Qiu Chenzhi couldn't hold back the indifference on his face, and he also let out a "fuck" from the bottom of his heart.

This speed of cultivation is like riding a rocket. Could it be that Chu Yun is the one with the halo of the protagonist?

"According to normal practice, it shouldn't be like this. Even if he went in a crooked way, he couldn't be so fast. Could it be that he..." Mo Han suddenly thought of a possibility, opened his eyes wide in horror, and looked towards Xihua Palace.

After a while, he regained his composure, shook his head and said: "Impossible, I should be thinking wildly, but there is no evidence, and there is no evidence, so I really shouldn't speculate about others behind the scenes..."

He is a sword idiot, and he has always pursued the purity of cultivation with the greatest sincerity, pushing it to himself, and he is unwilling to speculate on others with malice, so the conjecture just now just disappeared in his mind.

Seeing him shaking his head and frowning, Qiu Chenzhi couldn't help reaching out to pat his shoulder, and said softly, "You're restless."

Mo Han felt the temperature of his palm slowly seeping through the material of the clothes, his shoulders stiffened suddenly, he threw away his previous troubles, and looked up at Qiu Chenzhi.

The person in front of him was still so cold and indifferent, but there was inadvertent warmth in his eyes... The black cat in his arms was still so obtrusive, his eyes were full of rage, and he was stretching his paws at him.

Mo Han automatically ignored the irritable black cat, raised his hand to cover Qiu Chenzhi's palm, and habitually grabbed his wrist and rubbed it carefully, sighing: "I'm sorry, I violated the way of the sword just now, and randomly speculated about other things. People."

"It's probably because there are some ancestral spirits in Xihua Palace that can help people in their cultivation, that's why Palace Master Chu is progressing so fast."

he said.

The black cat at the side saw him strangling Qiu Chenzhi's wrist, and immediately frowned, arching its back and blowing at him.

Let me go!

Noticing the narrow eyes of the black cat, Qiu Chenzhi immediately withdrew his hand, hugged it, and kept smoothing its fur: "What's wrong with you cheapskate?"

The temperature under his palm suddenly disappeared, and Mo Han was slightly lost in thought, but quickly returned to his usual calm attitude, reminding him: "Elder, Master Wan Fang and Master Liao Kong have been waiting for a long time."

Qiu Chenzhi raised his eyes and saw that the disciples of the two factions had gathered in front of the boulder, and the heads of the two factions were standing in front of the crowd, holding the tokens of the head of the school and looking at him from a distance.

Wan Ziru held a piece of pure white jade in his hand, and Kukong held a simple purple gold bowl.

These two items are rare treasures in the cultivation world, and they are tokens passed down from generation to generation by the masters of Wanshufang and Daneng Temple. They can quickly gather spiritual energy in the hands, and it is very convenient and labor-saving when opening the small magic mirror.

At this moment, both of them were waiting for him.

Mo Han took out a sapphire whisk from his Qiankun bag, and solemnly handed it over to him.

Qiu Chenzhi secretly took a deep breath, took the sapphire whisk, and walked forward slowly, still holding his precious black cat in his arms.

Seeing this handsome young man approaching with a cat in his pocket, the crowd that had been quiet could not help but a little commotion broke out again.

Does this strange new face really have Mahayana cultivation?What if it doesn't work then?

What is the origin of the cat in his arms, why is he unwilling to let go at this critical moment?

Under the surprised and uncertain gaze of the crowd, the young white-clothed monk calmly and calmly walked into the boulders and stood side by side with the two masters, as if any mortal world would not catch his eyes.

To the surprise of the onlookers below, not only did the two masters not show a trace of disgust, but they took the lead in bowing to the young monk.

Wan Ziru stretched out his long arms, cupped his hands and said, "The owner of Xiawanshufang, Wan Ziru."

Liao Kong opened his eyes that had been closed all the time, and recited the Buddha's name: "The old monk's name is Kong."

Seeing that the two had begun to introduce themselves, Qiu Chenzhi paused, looked at the two with clear eyes like cold springs, and nodded slightly: "Qiu Chenzhi."

In fact, in private, his palms were sweating nervously, and he couldn't say a word, for fear of showing timidity.

By the way, what should he do with the floating dust in his hand?

After hearing his indifferent answer, Wan Ziru not only did not feel that this person was rude, but looked him up and down in admiration, and finally his gaze stayed on the long sword at his waist: "Qiu Chenzhi...?"

If it was really that fairy sword, did Tianqingzi let the fairy carry it with him?

Immortal swords and fairy spirits are right in front of my eyes, how can I not be tempted?

Wan Zi's elegant face moved, and a trace of undetectable ambition flashed in his eyes. He almost sighed and said, "Friend Qiu, I never thought we would meet again."

Qiu Chenzhi: "???"

Wait, have we met this before?

Abbot Liao Kong put his palms together, and said: "Surely, Master Qiu only recognizes the real Tianqing, and he doesn't remember the two of us."

Qiu Chenzhi: "..."

Sorry, I really don't remember.

Looking at his expression, the two of them naturally knew that there was no rush for this matter, so they turned around silently and began to transfer mana to the token in their hands.

The lustrous light immediately enveloped the jade and the bowl, and with the transfer of mana, a layer of clear light slowly gathered between the two boulders. The faint light-colored light was like a piece of soft and thin cloth, beginning Take shape in front of the crowd.

This layer of clear light is five feet high and seven to eight feet wide. Anyone who stands in front of it has to look up to see the whole picture.

Many monks who came to visit the little magic mirror for the first time couldn't help but scream when they saw this place.

With the continuous input of mana by the two masters, the entrance of the little magic mirror has also taken shape, but it is far from enough.

At least the mana of three Mahayana monks is needed to completely open this "door".

But up to this moment, the whisk in Qiu Chen's hand remained silent.

He had already tried to input mana into the floating dust, but no matter how he fiddled with it, the whisk just pretended to be dead without giving face, and refused to light it up.

In the eyes of everyone, it was the two heads in front who were trying to infuse mana, but the new monk was silently playing with the utensils in his hands, fishing for fish all the time.

Now everyone couldn't help being a little restless, and couldn't help starting to whisper and complain.

Mo Han was standing in the front row of Taixu Sect disciples, and when he heard the discussion behind him, he immediately turned his head and swept his cold gaze.

The disapproval ceased.

At this time on the stage, Wan Ziru and Liao Kong had a thin layer of sweat on their foreheads, and they couldn't help but feel anxious towards Qiu Chenzhi in their hearts, but they didn't dare to disturb the fairy spirits with random words, they just gritted their teeth. The strength of the transmission is increased.

At this moment, the eyes of the black cat lying on Qiu Chen's shoulder narrowed, as if it was attracted by the end of the whisk, like an ordinary cat, it stretched out its paws to catch the flying hair. White.

Accidentally, the whisk in his hand was actually hooked by the cat on his shoulder.

Qiu Chenzhi was startled, and stretched out his hand to take Fuchen back, but the raised hand accidentally directly touched the faint radiance in front of him.

For a moment, he only felt that the heat flow in his meridian that had been stagnant for a long time started to flow again, rushing to his fingertips.

In a trance, he seemed to feel that a little of his mana was being pulled out.

But at that moment, the faint radiance in front of him suddenly burst into radiance, transforming from the seemingly invisible silvery white to brilliant golden in an instant, and all the people present couldn't help but cover their eyes.

After people let go of their hands, they were shocked to find that there was an extremely deep gap between the two boulders. Looking inward through the long gap, one could faintly glimpse the green and thick green.

The young monk who had been silent all this time just stretched out his hand lightly, and the entrance of the little illusion mirror was opened.

Everyone was in an uproar!

Even the two sect leaders standing side by side with Qiu Chenzhi were in a daze as if they had fallen into a dream, and they couldn't believe it.

In the past, they had to spend at least half of their stored mana to open the illusion, but this time, they had just spent less than [-]% of their power, and the entrance was already opened.

All of this is just because of the fairy's fingertips.

Immediately, Wan Ziru could no longer hide his gaze towards Qiu Chenzhi, and the ambition and greed in his eyes were clearly revealed.

Even Monk Liaokong, who has always been calm and stable, has opened his eyes and stared at the fairy, with undercurrents surging in his eyes, and the Buddha Dharma is no longer there.

Feeling the fiery eyes of the two, Qiu Chenzhi could not help but look back wonderingly after recovering from the shock just now.

Suddenly meeting his indifferent eyes, Wan Ziru and Kong Liao felt as if a basin of cold water had been poured on their heads, and they shivered shiveringly, regaining consciousness in an instant.

Yes!The magic power contained in the fairy body is simply unimaginable. Even if they want to use strong means to snatch the fairy back, they are afraid that the two of them together will not be a match.

The two masters silently swallowed their ambitions and resumed their calculations.

In the end, it was Wan Ziru who was the first to finish the little Jiujiu in his heart, put on a decent smile again, and bowed his hands to one of Qiu Chen's pedestrians: "This trip to the little magic mirror, Qiu Daoist has contributed the most, and naturally it is Taixu." The disciples are one step ahead."

Liao Kong also had no objection, clasped his palms together and said, "Taixu sect disciples please first."

Although there are many dangers in the little magic mirror, there are more spirit treasures. Whoever can take the first step will win the first opportunity.

At this time, the heads of the two factions voluntarily took a step behind, naturally they were deliberately trying to curry favor with Qiu Chenzhi.

As the largest sect of the Taixu sect, they were often the first to step into the small illusion mirror in the past. Mo Han, who is a senior brother, discussed with Qiu Chenzhi and felt that there was no big problem, so he led the disciples into the gap place.

The feeling of entering the gap is not like entering an ordinary cave. Instead, it is more like falling into a ball of tar, and the whole body is plunged into sticky darkness. It seems that even breathing is not smooth.

Many young disciples of the Taixu Sect struggled in the dark for a long time, and finally, like dumplings, they thumped into the small illusion mirror one by one, and fell down on the green grassy ground, panting endlessly.

The few disciples with higher cultivation bases were better, they didn't get down in embarrassment, but leaned on their swords to support their image.

Only Qiu Chenzhi didn't feel any discomfort. Instead, he glanced around at the unlucky disciples, and helped the little golden retriever lying beside him up.

Bai Ziyu took a deep breath, and thanked him: "Elder, I thought there were so many spirit treasures in the little magic mirror, so it must be different from Cangbei Mountain, and it must be a place full of spiritual energy, but I didn't expect... ..."

He coughed dryly, and said dejectedly: "I didn't expect that this place is exactly the same as the outside, and there is not even a trace of spiritual energy."

Beside him, a female disciple who looked older also got up from the ground, exhaled and said: "Little brother, you don't know, it is said that we have only reached the outer layer of the small illusion mirror, so we don't know anything about it." No spirit."

"But I heard that the more you go into the illusion, the more abundant the aura will be. When you reach the core of the illusion, it will be like a fairy cave. The aura is so abundant that it can seep through your pores."

"really?"

Hearing what this senior sister said, many disciples who visited the illusion for the first time were shocked and shouted: "Senior sister, what are we waiting for, it's so boring to always wander around the outer layer, of course we have to explore the inner layer fan."

The female disciple patted the dust off her sleeves, and said mercilessly, "You guys think so beautifully!"

"The outer layer of the small illusion mirror is already extremely dangerous. The further you go inside, the more dangerous it becomes. There are very few people who can complete half of the journey."

Speaking of this, she carefully looked at the quiet environment around her, and whispered to her brothers and sisters: "It is said that the brothers and sisters of the various sects once explored the depths of the small illusion mirror together with each other, and vowed to find the ghost in the illusion. The most core treasure."

"In the end, they overcame thorns and thorns along the way, went through all kinds of difficulties and dangers, and finally reached the depths, but met a living fairy who claimed to be the master of illusion!"

All the disciples suddenly exclaimed: "Immortal? How is it possible?"

The female disciple nodded affirmatively: "This is a saying passed down from generation to generation by senior brothers and sisters. It is said that the fairy in the depths fell into the mortal world with the little illusion mirror, and never returned to the sky. , so I have a very bad temper."

"The immortal chewed up and swallowed all the magic weapons carried by the senior brothers and sisters. It was as simple as swallowing a snack. After that, he wanted to eat a few more people."

"Several senior brothers and sisters went through a struggle and found that this immortal was actually trapped in the depths of the illusion, unable to go to the outer layer of the small illusion mirror, so they seized the opportunity to escape and escaped from being eaten alive."

"Since then, there has been an unwritten rule among the sects that disciples are not allowed to explore the depths of the illusion."

Such a ferocious immortal obviously stunned the young disciples. When everyone came back to their senses, they immediately exploded and shouted: "Impossible, how can an immortal eat people?"

"That's right! I'm afraid this immortal has gone on a crooked path..."

"Since the immortal claims to be the master of the illusion, how could he be trapped in the little illusion mirror..."

Even Qiu Chenzhi, who listened quietly with his ears pricked up, felt that the stories passed down from generation to generation were too nonsense.

Just like the story of Grandma Wolf, I'm afraid it was deliberately made up by the previous monks to scare his brothers and sisters.

While everyone was arguing, a young disciple with a pale face probably had run out of spiritual energy, stopped discussing with others, and took out the pill bottle that had been handed out, wanting to replenish the spiritual energy pill.

But just as he uncorked the bottle, he suddenly heard exclamations around him, and a cloud of shadow suddenly pressed down on him.

The little disciple was startled, and looked back in a daze, only to see a monster with a figure as large as a small hill, rushing towards him with a ferocious face.

However, his aura was exhausted, and he didn't even have time to draw his sword out of its sheath.

At this moment, a cold light flashed across the corner of his eyes, and he only saw the pig-like monster scream, its figure plummeted down, and hit the ground heavily.

The whole ground trembled.

When the dust settled, the little disciple who was still pale and stunned in place trembled just now.