The aftermath is much more troublesome than stabbing a sword. Song Qianji burned the corpse on the ground with a flame talisman, and another swayed the ashes. Finally, he skillfully covered up the blood and cleared the traces of fighting.

The blessing of "Xiao Song" who asked him to have a fake identity, he could only draw talismans except cooking every day. He has made a lot of new things recently, and some of them he himself never thought would come in handy.

For example, this useless sound reinforcement talisman is without any war, and few people trade it in the black market.

"The trial is over, the entrance to the underground palace has been opened-" Song Qianji cleared his throat and put on talismans to pretend to be a god.

Another shocking cheer came from the direction of the river bank.

The moon shadows sink, the night opens, and the sky light gradually becomes brighter.

The fresh dawn breeze blew across the open fields, rolling up the cuffs of Song Qianji.

He walked towards the river bank, and the wind blew silently on the road for a while, then took out a small drop of immortal spring, washed away the blood stains on his clothes and the faint smell of fishy smell left between his fingers, and restored himself to the appearance of drawing his sword.

Wei ‌Yu was keen and suspicious. To be safe, he did not use the cleaning section commonly used by ordinary monks.

This time, not only the clean bottle was shaking wildly, but even the dead souls in the wheat field scolded him for wasting natural resources and wasting extravagantly.

"Refuse points to be deducted by scolding again." Song Qianji was ruthless.

"You tyrant! Can't we say a word?"

"When your master comes back, how can he teach you a lesson!"

A low voice was heard in the boundary.

Song Qianji smiled and said, "We have fallen here today. We cannot go back to our homes and cannot plant our fields. We are all thanks to my 'good master'!"

The working soul whispered to him to bully his master and destroy his ancestors without understanding filial piety.

"Do you want to talk? Now there is a chance to add points." Song Qianji suddenly said, "One point can vary from ten points to ten, you guys will show you."

very?

The scolding stopped immediately. The dead souls looked forward to it and despised themselves as they were hopeless, and were easily grasped by a set of points system.

Song Qianji didn't know their complex psychological activities: "I need information about Blood River Valley, the more the better."

Today's events show that Wuqiu knows more about this than him, so that he can lead to this situation.

‌The other party died easily, his last words were sloppy and inexplicable. The body did not burn a single relic, nor did he even try to escape. Everything made Song Qianji alert.

The Heaven-Shaking Human said: "The Blood River Valley has never been accurate. Mountains, dense forests, and plains float on the Blood River slowly, like different islands on the sea. When cultivators fight on a large scale, or the spiritual veins of the birth of a treasure are shaken, the landform changes even more violently."

Song Qianji: "I don't know the basic common sense, I don't know."

The man from the Shaking Heaven hurriedly remedy: "The Blood River Valley Underground Palace is not a palace without seeing the sun, but an underground space with more than one entrance and exit."

"I know this too."

"There is a dark river in the underground palace that connects the Dead Sea. If you are destined to find this river, you can enter and exit the Dead Sea when the secret realm is closed. The river is very dangerous." Heng Xuan said, "I also crossed the river when I was young, so I can tell you in detail."

"Two-point." Song Qianji thought, I'll walk by. At that time, he and Mid-ye Manjushri and a group of monks drifted to the Dead Sea. However, people were uneven. Because of the opportunity, everyone was on guard against each other and was taken advantage of by evil demons. The ending was very tragic.

The dead souls who work honestly nowadays are also powerful people in the sect when they are alive. The knowledge accumulated by the sect for thousands of years is like a treasure house, which makes Song Qianji feel like he is crazy while reviewing old knowledge.

The souls couldn't figure out where Song Qianji knew that there were so many, so they could only rack their brains to provide information.

Suddenly, Hua Wei's man coughed lightly: "When I was young, I was chased by my enemies, fell off a cliff with my friends, and accidentally entered the deepest part of the secret realm. I met a lake and the legendary Three Life Stone... I changed the world, I wonder if it is still there now."

The wheat field suddenly became quiet, and the souls stared at the ancestor:

"The existence of the Three Lives Stone?"

"Who can you observe the world?"

It is another routine of "falling off a cliff and meeting a treasure", Song Qianji thought, why did I fall off a cliff and be seriously injured in my previous life, and be seriously injured in the enemy, and be taller when I encounter an enemy?

Huawei's man said: "I lowered my head and wanted to drink, but I saw that the lake water was as clear as a mirror, but there was no shadow of me in the water. I was attracted to some extent and walked towards the center of the lake..."

"The Three Lives Stones sink at the bottom of the lake, and the lake water can illuminate the 'past' and 'future'?" Song Qianji said strangely.

The souls were shocked, and some even suspected that the ancestor had made up stories and deceived them.

Song Qianji died once, and spent a long time with the narrator, and he had a strong acceptance ability.

"Some people see the world, some people see the future, I have never seen the past, I only saw myself killing powerful enemies, establishing schools, and teaching teachings. I also saw with my own eyes that Huawei Sect is growing stronger and becoming the largest sect in Tianxizhou.

"Borrowing this adventure, I already know the future, know the future, and be ahead of my peers everywhere, and become a master as seen in the lake. I have never mentioned the matter of the Three Lives Stone. I originally used this secret to dissipate the world with me." Hua Wei people sighed, "I never expected it..."

He looked around the golden wheat, and looked sad, "I have reached the beginning of the legend, but I didn't guess the ending." Song Qianji couldn't help but be moved: "Add ten!"

Hua Wei smiled slightly, turned his head and said to the souls: "Do you understand, your ancestors will always be your ancestors."

The wheat fields started to quarrel again.

...

This battle was dark and the sky was dark when the moon was dark and the earth was dark, and the bloody waves stained the two sides of the straits.

The monks were in high spirits and were united.

The dragon was trapped in the formation before it was completely awake and still had sleepiness.

Tens of thousands of monks abide by the instructions of the "generation generation", with clear division of labor and taking turns to attack.

Even though the dragon dies, its power remains.

The man is very small when standing beside the dragon, but only with one claw.

The monks woke up from the atmosphere of bloody fighting and realized that they were afraid:

"If it weren't for the trial of the generation, we would have made the meal on the plate when we met this dragon."

"Don't say these scary words!"

The corpse lies across the ground, like a rolling mountain range.

The two peaks were smashed by the Jiaowei, and the river channel was blocked by the accumulated rocks, forming a vast red embankment lake.

The south bank and the north bank are connected to a lake shore, no longer facing each other.

The medical practitioners are busy performing surgery and the injured are meditating and recuperating.

Ji Chen was in a complicated mood and mixed joys and sorrows.

What I am happy about is that the Song submarine is in the dark, and what I am worried about is that the Song submarine is in the dark.

He and Meng Heze deliberately intercepted Wei Yu, but did not listen to Brother Song, and I wonder if Brother Song would be angry.

I was trying to mess with Zhao Ren first, but I didn’t know if Brother Song saw him.

I don’t have time to think about it during the battle, and now I feel more and more nervous as I think about it.

He stood up and decided to try to save one.

Qianqu disciples usually hunt in the poisonous miasma forest and fight snakes against the big dragon. They have a high tacit understanding in fighting, and there are many self-defense treasures on their bodies, and few people are injured.

The casual cultivator who is slightly lower in cultivation and is not worth a lot of money, and other disciples who lack experience in actual combat with monsters do not have this good luck.

"Fellow Taoist, come and replenish the Qi Pill." Ji Chen used his mature skills.

The little disciple who was talking to him was flattered: "Ji, editor Ji?"

Ji Chen enthusiastically helped strange monks, and everyone was like Song Qianji.

"What the hell are you?" Meng Heze was puzzled.

Ji Chen could only send a message: "From now on, you have a good face to Wei Yu and the situation is complicated. I will explain it to you later."

Meng Heze pointed to Wei with a cold face: "Who is looking bad now? Is it me?! It's not me!"

Wei ‌Yu was keen and looked up.

Meng Heze met his eyes and, under Ji Chen's crazy hint, he barely smiled uneasyly.

Wei ‌yu was stunned and pretended not to arrive and continued to look for someone:

"Who has seen Song Xun just now?"

Everyone shook their heads, Wei Wu couldn't find it, and his face was even worse.

Under the influence of Ji Chen, Qianqu disciples extended help to the surrounding area.

The monks were stunned and at a loss for a moment.

When killing the dragon, I was shocked by the unity and reality of the Qianqu people, and after the battle, I felt the kindness of the Qianqu people.

"Qianqu‌feng is actually more like a sect than a sect."

"Editor Ji is not as harsh as the rumors. He is as strict as he is, and he is very helpful."

A hearty battle, along with the enthusiasm and generosity of Qianqu disciples, greatly improved relations between all parties.

No matter what purpose I originally came to the shore, I felt the joy of surviving the disaster at this time:

"The spiritual replenishment technique of your sect is very powerful, but I am too prejudiced."

"Where, I'll thank you for your timely move and pulling away the big dragon's gaze."

"Thanks to Qianqu and Mobei people, they counted the most this time."

The Blood River Valley Underground Palace hung on the road like a larger pie. At this time, facing the corpse of a big dragon covered in treasure, everyone insisted on not fighting for it, and even gave in to each other.

He also cares about the residual consciousness or soul. No one wants to leave a greedy or shallow impression on the generation and delay the future opportunities.

Such scenes can be described as harmony between the right time, place and people, and the world is rare in a century of cultivation.

When Song Qianji went back, he heard a monk whispering to educate his fellow disciples:

"You guys are calm! The king of Qianqu, will he be appreciated by the powerful in Dengwenya? Because he is calm and knows how to retreat. You look like he is free from desires and no desires, isn't he very fresh and refined?"
Chapter completed!