The cultivators were discussing in a low voice what kind of robbery to cultivate. Zhao Hao listened carefully. It was all news from thousands of miles away, so he didn't take it too seriously.
It has not been a day or two that ghosts, demons, and demons have been raging. He has not only heard of it, but also fought against each other. It is not difficult to deal with.
Zhao Hao couldn't help thinking of the beast tax that almost all sects and countries have. In order to get the materials for cultivation, ordinary towns are required to catch at least one beast every year, and it is really impossible for mortals to die for this. counts a lot.
He especially liked to listen to Lin Yu talk about Kunlai in the Western Continent, and he couldn't help but think that Master, that Master, maybe, in fact, may not have the intention of accepting him as a disciple.
On that day, in Kun-Lai's hundreds of years of tombs, he saw an ups and downs, but none of the people in the ups and downs gave him a second look.
Even if he is a disciple of Kun-Lai's legacy.
Even if he met for the first time, he respectfully regarded his deceased as a mentor.
Even in his heart, Master has always been the most important thing in his heart, and he has always regarded the revival of Kun-Lai as his responsibility...
That's right, the master that he thinks is already a human immortal, sitting on a land of thousands of miles in the Western Continent, and has already rebuilt the Kunlai lineage. There are countless disciples, and there are countless Feilai Peaks. The lost medicine pill, and the legendary net that Lin Yu yearned for, which he didn't know what it was used for.
He is just an ordinary disciple of another generation, and no matter how hard he tries to revive Kun-Lai, he still fails to do so.
So what
Zhao Hao clenched his fists heavily, he can also establish a branch of Kun-Lai in Central Continent, or he can grow a Kun-Lai, prove his ability, and let the master know that he is also very powerful! Not worse than that Feng Qingxiu!
He will definitely let him know that choosing him as his apprentice is far superior to that disciple Feng Qingxiu who can only seek shelter under him.
He glanced at the corner of the courtyard of Feilai Peak with nostalgia, turned and ran under Feilai Peak.
The ruins have been found, and he doesn't have to stay here any longer.
He also didn't want to go to the Western Continent - that would be a rejection of all his efforts over the past hundred years, something he absolutely could not accept.
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Feng Qingxiu and An Xian were at the top of the peak, watching Zhao Hao leave.
"Don't stop it?" An Xian asked with an eyebrow raised.
"He is extremely arrogant in his bones, and staying with him will frustrate his ambition." Feng Qingxiu sighed softly, "I have already talked to him, if you enter Kun-Lai, you must first pass through the outer gate for twelve years. After that, it is the Kun-Lai disciple, otherwise it is the outer door."
He only said to think about it at the time, and then refused.
In this way, he is not easy to be difficult, and there is no reason to exempt him from entering the outer door, even the daughter of the head is no exception.
"But this kid has a tough life," An Xian said with a nostalgic smile, "It must be very troublesome, isn't it?"
While he was talking, a monk in a cloak also followed the direction Zhao Hao left, thinking he was going to follow.
Feng Qingxiu raised her hand to stand up the formation, blocking him from the formation.
After all, it is his outer disciple of Kun-Lai, there is no reason not to help.
"That," Feng Qingxiu stared at the monk in the cloak, narrowing his eyes slightly, "it seems to be a ghost cultivator."
He has no opinion on ghost cultivators. Kun-Lai ghost cultivators and Taoist cultivators get along very harmoniously. Many rescuing spirits rescued from ancient battlefields are begging to stay in Kun-Lai after being rescued. They have given Qingdi Peak a lot of advice in the direction of the soul, and many of the methods of fusion and repair of the soul are obtained because of their help, and they are naturally suitable to become the spirits of the spirits, which can provide a huge bonus to the power of the instruments.
Therefore, even if they are born in need of yang qi in exchange for the retention time in the world, they have received a lot of subsidies for their help to Qingdi Peak, and even the wages of employees when they are spirits. The income is also considered good in Kun-Lai. , not only do demon cultivators line up to sell yang qi, but even human cultivators go there—as long as yang qi is not over-transmitted, it will be replenished in three or five days.
In the end, the ghost cultivators of Jiuquhe had grown their appetites. The cultivators who came to sell yang qi were divided into three, six, and nine prices. The handsome cultivators who had not lost their pure yang were only 20 years old. The standard demon cultivator has the lowest price, but because more and more ghost cultivators come to Kun-Lai these days, the income gap between the poor and the rich is too great, and they often fight and fight, which makes the guardian of the mountain extremely annoying.
But in Central Continent, it was the opposite. Ghost cultivators were less able to see the sun than monsters and spirits.
They are naturally suitable to become all kinds of Taoist spirits, and the weak are left unattended. When they are strong, they will attract countless monks to compete for slavery, refine them into evil weapons, and pass it on from hand to hand. Even if there are often evil weapons that devour the master, no one will abandon them, but they are taken away by more powerful monks, obliterating spiritual consciousness and turning them into other things.
"Ghost repair?" An Xian suddenly raised her head and said in surprise, "How could it be, obviously a human?"
She stared carefully, and soon found clues, and her expression gradually became solemn.
Feng Qingxiu frowned, he knew instinctively that it was a ghost cultivator, because he had a magical body and was born able to see through all illusions and concealments, but if even a cultivator like An Fengzhu didn't take a serious look, he would ignore it. There must be something wrong with this ghost repair.
"I'll ask." An Xian smiled and pinched her fingers, as if she saw delicious prey, she walked over excitedly.
"Don't mess around." Feng Qingxiu whispered, "There's no need to startle the snake, I'll watch it."
He raised his hand, and a demonic thought lingering around his fingertips pointed out, and quietly merged into the ghost repair body.
This is the strange and terrifying place of the extraterritorial demons. It cannot be defended or detected. It leads to the sorrow of people's hearts and turns into demons. By the time people realize it, it is already too late.
The countless heavenly demon essences obtained by the Sword of Heavenly Demon Du'er are the substance of the heavenly devil that is invincible and invincible.
An Xian couldn't see what he had done, so she just walked away in disgust. She had always hated seeing things that could not be hit.
After a few breaths, the Heavenly Demon's thoughts escaped from the ghost Xiu's body and returned to the tip of Feng Qingxiu's right index finger.
Feng Qingxiu flexed her fingers to the center of her eyebrows, and was about to check the information, when suddenly a pure hand stretched out in the air and held his fingertips.
"Master?" Feng Qingxiu looked suspiciously at Ji Yunlai who suddenly appeared.
"Don't use the power of the devil to spy on people's hearts." Ji Yunlai frowned slightly and shook his head gently.
Feng Qingxiu nodded and said, "Okay."
He didn't hesitate to disperse that little bit of magic.
Ji Yunlai didn't let go of his hand, but instead intertwined his fingers and held his hand.
Feng Qingxiu smiled slightly, stepped forward to hug him, and said in his ear: "You don't have to worry, I can tell the difference between people's thoughts and demons' thoughts."
"You don't know, what am I worried about." Ji Yunlai sighed slightly.
"You don't need to know, as long as you don't worry." Feng Qingxiu said softly, "Yun, I'm just Feng Qingxiu, not who it is."
"Who's not who?" Ji Yunlai couldn't help but chuckle.
"No one is who, everyone is just who." Feng Qingxiu said seriously.
Feng Qingxiu and Qingmo, Ji Yunlai and Master Xingdao, don't have to be too clear, they don't have to repeat the path of the past, they have a new life.
There is no need to find who they were back then, they are who they are, even if they change, even if they die.
Ji Yunlai thought for a while before saying, "You can remember what you said today."
Feng Qingxiu clasped his hand tightly, stared into his lover's eyes, and said seriously, "Yun, what did I say to you that I forgot?"
Ji Yunlai felt that he was killed by Meng, so he took the apprentice away.
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In Yingdu, several cloaked people gathered in a secret city.
The headed man in the cloak stared at the fragment rubbing on the table without saying a word.
"Boss, the news of Wujia has been disconnected." A cloaked man whispered.
"It's really trash, have you been noticed?" the leader said coldly.
"I don't know what happened on Feilai Peak for the time being." The man in the cloak whispered.
"Zhao Hao is the owner of that rubbing seal!" the leader said angrily, "I don't need to tell you the importance of Wang's seal, right?"
The cloak fell to his knees and lowered his head even lower.
"Back then, in order to make a breakthrough, the Great Ancestor of the Great Xuan went to the Chaos of the Starry Sky beyond the sky. He didn't know where he belonged. His Majesty the Second Emperor did not hesitate to go to the other side of the Yellow Spring in person for the sake of the future. Betrayed by the clan, cut off the back road, trapped in the dark and unable to escape, and watched the Daxuan direct line being wiped out one by one at the end of the Yellow Spring!" The leader gritted his teeth, "With the reserves of those of us following people exhausted, I have to practice all the ghost ways!"
The cloaked people around them all bowed their heads and listened quietly, without saying a word, only the kneeling cultivator lowered his head almost to the ground.
"Fortunately, a year ago, the Jiuyuan Earthquake in the South China Sea, Wu Zhan, the master of the Wu clan, inadvertently fled to the Wangchuan River, and the resentment he carried naturally opened the Shunyang Bridge again, so that I could wait for the opportunity to escape from the ghostly ghost. , I found you idiots who were hunted and killed, and now we are the only force that can rescue His Majesty II, but you can't even do this little thing?" The leader said coldly, "Or you guys. All the 'people' also betrayed and joined the traitor?"
He heavily accented the word "person," almost growling.
The kneeling man in the cloak whispered: "I am also working hard to fight for Daxuan, otherwise why would Li Shu give birth to a divine child? It's a pity that she couldn't bear the sacrifice of the fetus, so she ran away..."
"Enough, these are all excuses. If it wasn't for the fact that you were the last of the Great Profound bloodline, I would let you cultivate ghost cultivation now!" The cloak said, "Go away, within three days, Zhao Hao will not be found. , you also turn to ghost repair together!"
The word "ghost repair" he said was gloomy and miserable, with endless resentment and hostility towards "people"...
The cloaked man on his knees responded in a low voice and left in embarrassment.