Hearing that Chang Xi could follow the powerful man who was born in Qinglong Pond, he was mixed with joy and sorrow. He was happy that his disciple, who had an extremely strong path of cultivation, was finally able to get on the right track on the road that suited him. He was worried that he knew that the powerful man was a demon and was not human. This practice would definitely follow that ordinary warm path, nor did he know that his disciple could withstand the thin arms and legs with his little Vajra body.

Carrying the two spiritual roots of ice and fire, she practiced the Ice and Fire Sword. The power of the magic sword is unpredictable with the support of the secret technique of the two heavens of ice and fire. Unfortunately, Chang Xi is a rare sword spirit root that cannot practice the two methods of ice and fire. It is extremely difficult for the Ice and Fire Sword to be ranked second-rate sword without the blessing of the Ice and Fire Sword. As a woman, she cannot get to the ruthlessness of the brave who meets on a narrow road. I believe that Chang Xi, who has been bumpy all the way, knows better than her.

The Lord of Tianxiu Peak, whom he had learned in his life, was sad and sad. He blamed himself as a master but could not teach him by words and deeds, leaning against the palace gate and watching Chang Xi leave. He sighed in his heart.

I hope my disciples can be safe.

When the sky was dawn, Chang Xi entered Qinglong Pond again. Many monsters guarding hundreds of miles outside the pond had already received the news from the above and let the human sword cultivator who was highly appreciated by the Lord.

Two figures by the pond have been waiting for a long time.

Chang Xi bowed and bowed, held a candle and smiled and went straight to the topic: "Since you are about to select the disciples of the back mountain of Qingyun Mountain, we will not waste more time to mess with those stupid things, just put in the real information."

Chang Xixi said happily: "Does Grandpa Chengzhu also know the selection of disciples in the back door?"

The grandfather-haired candle was slightly stunned, then stroked his beard and said in a good mood: "I won't tell you how powerful my spiritual consciousness is. Anyway, covering a sect is no problem. There is nothing to hide from me in Qingyun Mountain."

Chang Xi was suddenly shocked and said, "Does it also include a female cultivator taking a bath?"

The Shenlong, who had been practicing for more than ten thousand years, almost couldn't breathe, held the candle and smiled helplessly: "In the eyes of the human woman, the red and pink skeleton, only you humans have such dirty and vulgar thoughts."

Chang Xi let out a long sigh, touched his head and said depressedly: "But I saw many rumors in the Tibetan Taoist Hall, which all said that the Dragon Clan is romantic by nature and is very beautiful. Are they all fabricated?"

The old man in gray robe, who was guilty, had his eyebrows and eyes raised, "Burn it all for me immediately!"

The Desert Heaven, who lowered his head and looked behind the Lord, showed a rare smile. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart that Chang Xi was indeed a wonderful person. The ordinary human race was not a half-step Jindan cultivator, but even the top human race who was the master of Qingyun Mountain's swordsmanship, he had to be polite when he saw the Lord, and he would never dare to cross the attitude and words. However, Chang Xi could get along well with the Lord, just like a close grandson.

The Lord's vision is as fierce as ever.

Speaking of Chang Xi's subsequent practice, he held the candle and said seriously: "Although the demon clan is slightly different from the human clan's cultivation methods, it will never be separated from the sect."

He held the candle and pointed at Chang Xi's chest, "Fortunately, the little Vajra body you have cultivated is the magical power of the righteous Buddhist sect. The dragon blood in your body is also the most yang thing in the world. When they blend with each other, they can even be vaguely in line with the magical power of the Buddhist sect. This is something I had never expected before. After you practice the more advanced Buddhist Immortal Vajra body, it will surely surprise those bald donkeys."

Like the secular old man, he held candles and shook his sleeves and smiled: "The two methods of body refining demons and Buddhas are used to have both. I really don't know what kind of strange scene you will have in the future. I can't wait."

Chang Xi smiled bitterly when he heard this. No wonder he used the power of the sea of ​​blood to activate the body of the little Vajra, which was much better than the records in the classics. The reason was this.

Holding a candle, he pointed his finger out a drop of green water in the Qinglong Pond in front of Chang Xi.

"Take it."

Chang Xi did not doubt that he had reached out to take it, and the weight of the unexpected shocked him. This inconspicuous green water droplet weighed a thousand pounds!

He swallowed it without hesitation.

His straight waist curled up in an instant, and his skin was red and hot.

He felt a fire burning.

The domineering green flame blooms like fireworks in green water droplets weighing thousands of pounds. The green flame travels along the meridians of the whole body, not damaging the flesh and blood, nor burning the golden bones, but burning the spiritual power of the dantian.

In a trance, Chang Xi seemed to hear a strange sound of surprise and joy in the depths of his mind.

Chang Xi's dantian spiritual power was attached to the awesome sword intent. The black sword called the cave in the dantian suddenly shook, as if he felt the imminent disaster. The sharp sword intent on the sword appeared in the blink of an eye, and the pure sword intent that almost condensed into substance was stacked layer by layer to protect the black sword body.

The blue flame burned all the spiritual power along the way, and collided with the pure sword intent stacked on the black long sword.

Unlike the sword intent that is as vast as rivers and rivers on the moon rainbow, the sword intent of the Dongyou Sword has the cruelty and determination as the long rainbow penetrates the sun. The cruel sword intent that dares to kill and fight does not miss any chance to resist the blue flame. It is tragic and fierce blue flame that can hurt the enemy by 1,000 damage and the fierce blue flames are even in a short time.

However, the sword intent that only at the level of the Golden Dan realm was ultimately weak, and the quality and quantity of the sword intent gradually disappeared, and there were signs of collapse.

Shi Tian's eyes, which were hunching his head behind the Lord, were pounding wildly. Chang Xi curled up on the ground, his whole body was as red as cooked shrimps. The shrill sounds suppressed deep in his throat were heard. Even though Shi Tian had experienced this feeling of life being worse than death for more than a dozen times, he still felt his throat dry.

The bloodline of the Sky-Devouring Tiger Demon is extraordinary, and the name of the land overlord in the monster world is extremely loud. It is precisely because of the strong body of the Sky-Devouring Tiger and his perseverance that he can barely withstand the pain of burning the soul and refining the body of the Xuan Chongshui Spirit. Although Chang Xi has trained the little Vajra body, it is still only a half-step golden elixir realm. How can he survive the almost deadly burning the soul?

The sky turned forward and was about to speak, but saw the Lord looking back at him with endless coldness in his eyes, frozen the words he had not spoken out into nothingness.

Holding a candle, he looked at Chang Xi, who was lying at his feet, and his eyes went from being drowsy at the beginning to being free from sorrow or joy. He had his own determination in his heart.

Chang Xi's body has mixed blood and dragon blood, and the preciousness of dragon blood is enough to rank among the top 100 in the five realms of the heavens. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a half-dragon body. Although the level of the half-dragon body and the small Vajra body of the Buddhist genus is still not as good as the power of the earth-level Xuan Chongshui, it is not far from that. If a person with such great fortune cannot even make up for this small gap, it is better not to cultivate immortals.

The old man in gray robe bent down and squatted slowly beside Chang Xi, who was already confused. Looking at the moon rainbow slung around Chang Xi's waist, the surging sword intent rushed towards the Dantian. He narrowed his eyes and murmured: "Whether to rise up and become the young master of the ten clans, or to be destroyed by all living beings, it depends on your own luck."

It seemed as if he had recalled the past again. The old man in gray robe looked up and slowly stretched out his hand, as if he could touch the sky as long as he wanted.
Chapter completed!