Zhiyang never wanted to be a compassionate and kind person.

As a god, I have experienced too many things; as a human being, I have also seen too much.

Zhiyang does not pursue or believe in many things in the world.

He was born as the only ten-tailed white fox in the Three Realms, and turned into a demon. What he wanted was supreme power and status. If he wanted to look forward to something else, he would have hoped that his death would be simple.

Zhiyang was lying on the couch with her back stretched out, looking intently at the roof with a pair of fox eyes.

She was obviously a witch, but now she is as soft-hearted as a Bodhisattva.

Although she was lying on the couch, Zhiyang didn't feel sleepy at all. As she breathed, the faint blue light of the frost mirror beside her gradually brightened and dimmed. She tilted her head slightly and rolled her eyes slightly, and the mirror seemed to be filled with internal energy!

When can the Frost Mirror be used to transfer internal energy? I have been carrying it for thousands of years but I haven’t noticed it at all.

Immediately, Zhiyang sat up with his whole fox body, his paws gently probed into the frost mirror, and a calm and restrained internal force suddenly surged into Zhiyang's body.

"this……"

The fox's paw was instantly wrapped in the blue divine power. Seeing the divine power in his hand, Zhiyang couldn't help but hesitate for a few minutes. Zhiyang still remembered the meditation posture that Lingbao Tianzun taught him when he was a child. The two foxes had their legs crossed and their paws

Form a seal on your chest, slowly close your eyes facing the frost mirror, and enter into trance.

The surrounding scene changed instantly, and the original room turned into azure. In an instant, refined divine power surged through the space.

Vaguely, Zhiyang accidentally saw his current soul, a petite ten-tailed white fox floating quietly in the void.

Gradually getting closer, a layer of red-gold barrier wrapped around his soul.

This breath is calm and vigorous, with a hint of chilling in the metaphor.

How come the Frost Mirror contains such pure internal energy?

I have been carrying this mirror for tens of thousands of years, just to pass the time when I have nothing to do. Who would have thought that there is such a space in this mirror that can nourish the soul.

Before Zhiyang could recover, another wave of pure cultivation enveloped Zhiyang's body in an instant.

Her internal energy is pure and she still cultivates the same mental method as Zhiyang.

There is no sign of devouring, quietly surrounding Zhiyang, and actually able to produce some resonance with the cultivation that has little physical strength left. From the inside out, Zhiyang's meridians are constantly warmed and replenished.

What is going on?

How could Luo Yuan use his inner strength to nourish himself?

Zhiyang has been worshiping Lingbao Tianzun since he was a child. Although there are many disciples under Tianzun, the only one who can inject inner power into this frost mirror is Luo Yuan.

The difference between Zhiyang and Luoyuan is the difference between heaven and earth.

In his previous life, Zhiyang died under his Zhichuan sword; in this life, he returned to Qingqiu and met him again.

Is fate making too much fun of itself?

If one day Luo Yuan realizes that the little fox he rescued is the witch from the three realms of cholera eight hundred years ago, she will probably be even worse than if she took the dust-removing pill.

"ah--"

An inner breath began to collide with the stubborn disease in Zhiyang's body.

The current body of the fox has so many closed and blocked areas that it cannot be compared even remotely with Zhiyang's previous body.

When she first returned to the world, Zhiyang wanted to forcefully break through the blockage in her body. However, her body was really miserable, so she had no choice but to give up.

But today in the frost mirror, two internal forces, internal and external, forcibly opened up the blockage for herself, which really surprised Zhiyang.

Throughout the night, Zhiyang was immersed in the illusion of the inner power of the frost mirror.

The Qi star quietly appeared on the Qingqiu, the purple light flickered slightly, and finally disappeared quietly into the sky... After waking up from trance, it was already the afternoon of the next day.

Zhiyang jumped down directly and shook the snow-like fur on her body.

Calculating the time in my mind, according to Luo Yuan's magic, I estimate that I have arrived at the East China Sea, and the next step is to enter the ninth heaven and the gate of heaven.

Zhiyang shook her neck, stretched her muscles, and looked at the scenery outside through the window. Anyway, she stayed here with her, so she ran out of the bedroom and ran towards the study.

The study still looked like no one had touched it, and the furnishings inside were arranged according to her preferences in the previous life. This was also convenient for Zhiyang, who moved a ladder from the depth of the shelf and climbed up to the top of the shelf.

, rummaging around for the book he wanted.

Fortunately, the Emperor of Heaven did not order the destruction of his Qi Zhi Palace. Looking at these scrolls in front of him, the old guys in Jiuchongtian treasured them very much.

When they were collected from various palaces and palaces, each of those people seemed to have lost their own sons. If it were destroyed, these old gods would most likely overthrow the Heavenly Palace of the Emperor of Heaven.

If such a day really comes, Zhiyang really wants to see the excitement.

Zhiyang also flipped through the snatched books several times. They were all treasured books from the Three Realms. The recorded contents were only some mental techniques or brief introductions to some artifacts.

To Zhiyang, these were not as interesting as ordinary people's painting books, so he simply put all these books on the top of the bookshelf to collect dust.

But after all, Zhiyang is no longer the reckless witch she once was, nor is she the only ten-tailed white fox in the world. Even though she is now resurrected wearing a fox skin, she is not as frightening as before.

Looking at the books in front of me, they were all snatched from the hands of those old guys from Jiuchongtian.

I flipped through it a few times and thought it was some kind of treasure book of heaven and earth, but the things recorded in it were some mental methods, or a brief introduction to some magical medicinal herbs.

To Zhiyang, these were not as interesting as ordinary people's dramas and paintings, so he simply put them all on the top of the bookshelf to collect dust.

"No, I clearly remember that the book was placed here, right?"

With a slight leap, Zhiyang jumped directly to the bookshelf. The little fox's paws kicked the ancient books to the ground, just to find the book he wanted.

"It's so annoying. I just flip it around when I'm not using it. But when I'm using it, I'm playing hide-and-seek with my aunt!"

Zhiyang looked through the entire floor of books, but there was nothing he wanted. The little fox sat directly on the bookshelf, his charming eyes looking a little more annoyed, looking at the books around him.

He kept looking at the shelves with his eyes, and finally, he seemed to vaguely see what he was looking for on the ground.

In an instant, the fox's eyes lit up, and he jumped down from the bookshelf without thinking about it. He casually opened the book on it and looked at the "Pharmacopoeia" on the ground. The depressed fox's face instantly showed

smile.

"Let me just say that my aunt has a very good memory and never forgets anything! After all, she is the only ten-tailed fox in the world!"

Zhiyang proudly puffed out her chest and shook her tail, even though she only had one.

As if she had thought of something, Zhiyang turned her head to look at her lonely tail. Her originally arrogant expression was instantly a little discouraged.

A fox with one tail is really a bit chilling in Qingqiu. Who would have thought that the little fox with one tail was once a majestic witch in the three realms?

Zhiyang didn't have time to think too much, she picked up the book and threw it directly on the table, while the fox paws turned the pages in a fashionable manner.

Back when Zhiyang was listening to the teachings under Lingbao Tianzun, she vaguely remembered that there was a herb that could heal internal injuries and give birth to her own injured Nine Tails.

However, Zhiyang was really playful at first, especially in the pharmacology class. She either skipped class or fell asleep, which made Lingbao Tianzun worry a lot. When the book is used, it will be less regretful!

This is what Zhiyang wants to say the most right now!

Zhiyang's fox eyes flashed, and just when she was about to feel helpless and disappointed, she suddenly saw a kind of fairy grass in the book.

"Beyond the North Sea, five hundred miles from the north, is called Liuhua Island. In all directions, there is a fairy grass on it, called Jialanlang, and a cunning beast below it, called Dajiao Xuanyuan."

There seemed to be a kind of hope injected into Zhiyang's body, and her eyes that were originally a little pale began to shine with starlight, and she became a little proud after being excited.

"This is it! Galanlang!"

Zhiyang's claws pressed directly on the page of the book.

Although I have found what I want, what kind of ferocious beast is the Big Horn Xuanyuan mentioned above?

Immortal Wengji, who was sitting down in Luoyuan, came in to bring food to Zhiyang. There were exquisite pastries on the table, all of which Zhiyang liked to eat.

"You little fox are really lucky. These foods were specially prepared by the Lord before he left. Come and eat them!"

Hearing Weng Ji's words, Zhiyang's face suddenly felt at a loss.

What do you mean that your Majesty did it specially before leaving?

He wants to poison!?

Before Zhiyang could react, Weng Ji walked up directly and sighed to Jialanlang and Dajiao Xuanyuan under Zhiyang's claws: "You are a little fox, but you still have the heart to read the herbal classics?"

Zhiyang rolled her eyes and tapped her paw on the book again, intending to ask Weng Ji to explain this Jialanlang to herself.

"You little fox are also interesting." Weng Ji laughed, then sat directly on the ground and told Zhiyang the contents of the book.

"Liuhua Island is a fairy island in the North Sea. There is nothing strange about it, but Dajiao Xuanyuan lives on this island. Dajiao Xuanyuan is a mythical beast in ancient times. During the prehistoric times, he defeated Xingtian, the iron-eating beast and Wu

Zhi Qi lived on Liuhua Island after the prehistoric era. If there were no gods and demons threatening the Three Realms, he would generally not come out."

Zhiyang pricked up her ears and listened wholeheartedly, even more seriously than when she first listened.

"Actually, Jialanlang is not a fairy grass, but the fallen horns of the big horn Xuanyuan, which have been parasitic on the Jialan tree for thousands of years and turned into a fairy plant."

The half-understood Zhiyang nodded slightly. Although he didn't understand why the fallen horns of the mythical beasts could turn into fairy plants, he understood that this thing must be very precious!

"Little fox, if you are really curious about this, you might as well ask your Majesty."

Ask Luoyuan?

Why can't I figure it out? Why don't I ask about that piece of wood?

"Back then, after your Majesty killed the witch Zhiyang, he rushed directly to Liuhua Island with his sword, and fought with Dajiao Xuanyuan on the island for three days before he got back a Jialanlang."

"This was the first time I saw your lord in such a state of embarrassment. His eyes were bloodshot and there was no part of his body that was not stained with blood. After he came back, he ran directly to Lengfu Mountain and sat alone on the top of the mountain for eighty-one days. Who could

I don’t even know what you are doing. After coming down from the mountain, your whole body seems to have just experienced a punishment from heaven. Your whole body has lost its former luster and directly destroyed the Jialanlang that you worked so hard to get..."

He ruined Galanlang!

Weng Ji said a lot in a somber tone, but Zhiyang only heard this sentence.

80% of Luoyuan is sick! No, 10% of them are sick!

If a good elixir is destroyed, can't it be given to those in need?

What a waste of natural resources, what a waste of natural resources...

The starlight that originally twinkled in Zhiyang's eyes suddenly dimmed, and she couldn't raise her spirits. Her ears drooped and she lay directly on the desk.
Chapter completed!