The spiritual power that was even slashed was temporarily suppressed.

However, this result can be regarded as indirectly achieving the goal that the heavenly tribulation wants to achieve.

Chu Ci, who brought Bai Xingjian back to his hut, looked at the man lying on his bed, frowned, and held the long-mouthed pot she usually watered the ground and poked him.

He was not awake either, and he was sleeping to repair his body.

Chu Ci had already changed her clothes at this moment, and the light orange clothes changed the green ones, and finally she didn't have to be like a green vegetable that became a sperm.

The surrounding spiritual energy fluctuated slightly.

Chu Ci, who had poked him again, raised her eyes, stopped the movement in her hand and blinked her eyes.

He watched the guy lying on his bed slowly open his eyes.

The slightly unsightly eyes blinked twice before turning their heads to look at Chu Ci.

He sat up, and from the beginning of meeting, there was no change in his face.

He glanced at the long-mouthed pot in Chu Ci's hand.

The voice was plain, but it seemed like accusation, "Pull me."

"Oh." Chu Ci also responded as he looked, nodded and continued to poke.

He seems not very good at communicating with people, or he is used to being at a high position in normal times, so he doesn't need to say anything more, so naturally everything goes well.

When he met Chu Ci at this moment, his exchange experience seemed quite insufficient.

“Where is this?”

Someone asked this person.

Chu Ci raised her eyes and blinked her eyes, "Linggu, my territory."

Bai Xingjian searched the information about this Linggu in his mind. It seemed that he had heard someone mention it once, but because it did not appear often, he was not very familiar with it.

But it's a place where I know it.

Bai Xingjian nodded and felt the spiritual power in his body again.

When he felt the spiritual power in his body being suppressed, his brows frowned, and he tentatively impacted him. When he found that it was not possible, he gave up his movements as he was patiently waiting for the meridians to adapt to the power that had become stronger due to the thunder tribulation.

Although his spiritual power was temporarily suppressed, it would probably be possible to recover in no time.

Moreover, the spiritual power here is quite abundant, which is even more than the place he stayed before, and is quite comfortable.

I have always been willful and arbitrary. The ancestor who thought about wherever he was, carefully felt it and decided to stay here for the time being.

He didn't feel that his disappearance would have any impact on the Immortal Sect.

"Who are you?"

Bai Xingjian did not hesitate and spoke, "Bai Xingjian."

Outside, Bai Xingjian, as an ancestor, has been practicing for many years. Few people usually call him his name. Basically, cultivators who are still cultivating immortals have to honestly call him "Ancestor", so this name is not well known.

So when you mention it this way, you don’t have to worry about anyone recognizing it.

Seeing that the little girl's expression was not strange, the ancestor nodded with satisfaction.

Scan the little girl's purse on her waist.

There is a word embroidered on it - porcelain.

He looked at it with his eyes down for a while, and then spoke.

"porcelain?"

His voice was a bit clear and mellow. He probably didn't speak much, he was a little silly, and he looked over the ears. It sounded particularly nice.

Chu Ci also lowered her head and glanced at the storage bag around her waist.
Chapter completed!