Until the thick black material that swept through his body dissipated. The Mirage Demon King suddenly stopped, and seemed to have not expected Chen Lian to escape so quickly.

A piece of talisman paper that Song Qingyi held tightly in his hand was quietly put back.

A mysterious yellow sword light flew across, standing under the paulownia tree. The mirage demon king behind it had been cut off by his waist, twisted on the ground a few times, turned into a wisp of light smoke, which really dissipated between heaven and earth.

Chen Lian Youran stretched out the Xuande Wood Sword, and the yellowing light merged into the clear light. This was the fire of Nirvana. The Xuande Sword did not burn, and Chen Lian seemed to hear a phoenix sound, screaming in the sky.

He smiled from his heart because he felt a joy of rebirth, just like the first little flower blooming in the mountains after a winter of wind and snow.

The yellowing merit aura in the Xuande Sword trembled inexplicably, and the remaining flames on the sycamore tree were attracted to it and combined with it.

As the flames disappeared, the sycamore tree began to shrink continuously, and finally only half a person was tall, emitting strong wood and fire spiritual power throughout.

Spiritual power refers to the transcendent powers in the world, such as vital energy, magic power of a cultivator, and even the power of sentient beings can be called spiritual power. The spiritual power is divided by the five elements of gold, wood, water, fire, earth, and is used to describe the five properties of these transcendent powers. All the powers in the world are in the five elements.

Song Qingyi walked over from a distance and said, "I didn't expect that there are still merits on you. It just so happens that the Nirvana flame is too small, so you can absorb it."

Chen Lian said: "I didn't mean to hide anything from you."

Song Qingyi said casually: "What do you think I will be angry? If you don't say it, there is a reason to not say it. I'm not that stingy either, but I'm just a little confused suddenly."

Speaking of the last word "confused", Song Qingyi couldn't help laughing.

Chen Lian looked at his clear eyes and there was no grudge at all, so he felt that Song Qingyi was worthy of close friendship. The more he was like this, he felt ashamed, after all, he had lost the word "sincere".

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The stars and moon are as old as before, Chen Lian and Song Qingyi met by chance, and left by chance. The sycamore tree was taken away by Song Qingyi. It was not because the two of them had a gap, but the sycamore tree was successful, which was exactly useful to Song Qingyi. He would use this place to find a place to practice for several days.

Chen Lian was not worried that no one would protect Song Qingyi, because when he saw Song Qingyi take out three soybeans, he became three Taoist soldiers. The spiritual pressure on his body was comparable to that of the cultivator who condensed magic power with the "Kake Movement". He knew that this guy was probably under the elixir of the elixir, and I'm afraid that few people would do anything to him.

After all, there are at least a few hundred such beans in his pocket.

That is the Taoist art of scattering beans into soldiers in advance. It is said that with Lu Jiuyuan's magic power, the Taoist army that appears can have the strength of Bu Xu or even Breaking the Devil level.

If there were hundreds of monks of this level, I would probably have a numb scalp if I was a real person in Changsheng.

Chen Lian walked leisurely out of the desert, with his feet on the ground, and the cold wind did not diminish. Occasionally, there were wolves roaring in the distance, but when Chen Lian walked past it, these wolves were unaware of it.

His breath became increasingly restrained, and even with the wolf's sense of smell, he could not notice any of it. What's even more terrifying is that the sounds he made during his actions were almost gone.

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