However……

"A hundred years of magic power..."

【Daoxing: One Hundred and Sixty-seven Years】

【Mana: Three months】

"Huh? Have three months of mana?"

Yu Yang was slightly stunned.

After that night, although he broke Wu Tao's "Swallowing the Sky" magical power, he was also swallowed up by a small amount of magic power and a large amount of qi and blood.

How could it be...

"call!"

"suck!"

A change of thought in his mind, Yang Yu took the initiative to absorb spiritual energy. Half a day passed, and he keenly noticed the change.

【Mana: Four months】

"One day, one month?!"

Feeling the magic power flowing in his body, which was thin but flowing continuously, Yang Yu was a little stunned for a moment.

This is because I come from mountains and seas, between the two realms, and the time flows thirty times.

Or is it because of the difference between extreme heels and inferior heels?

Or...

"call!"

As Yang Yu's thoughts turned, he suddenly noticed something. He pressed his heart to restlessness, opened his eyes, and landed on the ground.

Bang!

Almost at the back and forth, there was only a muffled sound, and the temple gate was kicked open, and a young man with a cold face stepped in.

"How dare Wuling breathe spiritual qi? You..."

The young man came in anger and was about to scold him, but when he saw the calm eyes, he felt cold in his heart for some reason, and his tone suddenly dropped to a low point:

"Dao, fellow Taoist bought the 'Qi Ling'?"

"The city is in turmoil, and the four great masters are missing. Although I have a heart to communicate with you, I have nowhere to communicate with you."

Yu Yang took out one or two golden essences casually.

After sweeping away all the families in the city, he had more than 100 taels of gold spirit on his body at this moment. He would naturally not feel distressed if he took out one tael.

"Han Bing, a disciple of the outer sect of Xiacangjiangmen, received the order of transfer of sects and came to the city with his senior brother. I wonder what friends call him?"

Looking at the Taoist, who was quite handsome in front of him, but had a very weak magical aura, Han Bing felt a little surprised.

"The nameless casual cultivator, Yu Yang."

Yang Yu bowed slightly:

"But I don't know which fellow Taoist is coming from your family?"

"It's my senior brother Fang, because he..."

Han Bing wanted to speak but stopped, so he took over the golden essence and said:

"Senior Brother Fang will hold a banquet at the City Lord's Mansion tomorrow to entertain the ten capitals of the city. I would like to ask fellow Taoists to be present..."

"It's easy to say, it's easy to say."

Yu Yang naturally agreed.

The people from Cangjiangmen came quickly, and he was not surprised. However, Fang Qing's true legend was actually called to be the lord of such a small city...

Could it be that his fantasy of his uncle and his story was exposed?

Although he was a little surprised, Yang Yu was not panicked. The Nanling Sword Immortal had already escaped, and what he did had nothing to do with him, the little master.

but……

"Although I hide the purple gold gourd and the evil-suppressing seal, those who are interested may not be able to guess that Kuixing will go up, but I don't know if there will be any movement in the Great Sun Golden Palace..."

Prison Yang thought in his heart.

On the first day after refining the catalog of Ten Thousand Immortals, he had checked the Nine Heavens Killing Children in it.

However, the person has too much authority and has not found much. He only knows that the person seems to have died shortly after thousands of years ago and has never appeared in front of others again.

His move was somewhat risky, but it was better to lead a snake out of the hole than to the enemy's darkness and my lightness...

"According to rumors, the old guy is not alive for a long time and cannot come to the front of others. I am afraid that he will prolong his life with some secret method?"

Close the temple gate, Yang Yu was about to return to experience his own changes in his skills, but his heart suddenly moved, and a white light lit up in his sleeves.

In the round light mirror, Li Ningyang's careful and urgent voice came from:

"Senior, please give me some advice..."

...

...

In the quiet hut, there are a few lights swaying.

On the bed, Li Ningyang sat cross-legged, but instead of closing his eyes to regulating his breath, he stared at the portrait of a man waiting for him on the wall.

The portrait was very sloppy and could only be seen, it was a golden tripod.

It was easier to join Wanshi Tian Sect than he thought, but it was not easy to stay...

After three months, if you cannot visualize this tripod, you will be driven out of the house regardless of your feet.

And now, it's the last day of three months...

"It's hard..."

Li Ningyang almost turned white with sorrow.

Visualizing is like copying the golden tripod in this painting in your mind. It is vivid and vivid. This seems simple, but it is actually outrageous.

After trying again, but it still failed. Li Ningyang took out a bronze mirror from his arms helplessly:
Chapter completed!