Pei Xihe is walking in the small world of inheritance. Who can think of too many spiritual beings in the world?

Resources accumulated over thousands of years are resources that all Mahayana practitioners will be excited about.

However, they can only stay for three months. If they have not entered the Tongtian Demon Tower, other monks will also stay for three months.

The small world is extremely vast and has vast resources. Pei Xihe can only pluck the feathers of geese within a radius of ten miles wherever he steps, without leaving any trace behind.

The trials have eliminated too many monks, and the time many cultivators could stay has been exhausted. The disputes are almost non-existent. Everyone knows that it is better to change the territory to search for resources than to spend time fighting.

The snake bracelet on the hand emits a black halo, and the snake scales fall off piece by piece, scattering light, and you know that the time has come.

It's time for her to leave.

She was really satisfied at this moment. She relied on the Tianling Root's induction of spiritual energy and her own ability to capture the five energy cycles, and found nine high-grade spiritual stone veins.

Yes, Kujo is really in line with her supreme destiny of ninety-nine, and the accumulated resources have reached an unimaginable number.

Her cultivation level is still in the middle stage of Golden Elixir, because it is impossible for her to spend all these precious three months in retreat.

As the black mist spread, Pei Xihe was taken away from here.

…

Zhao Hanfeng crossed his legs, closed his eyes, counted a few, and smiled.

He stood up from the rocking chair, and Zhao Qingtang beside him was slightly surprised.

"Master, what's wrong with you?"

"Your junior sister is coming back."

"Oh, how many years have passed?"

He stretched out his fingers and counted them one by one. Zhao Hanfeng rolled his eyes at him because he couldn't even count on his own fingers.

"More than four years."

Zhao Hanfeng snorted angrily, and Zhao Qingtang chuckled.

"Master, you are still the best."

Not wanting to talk to this stupid apprentice, he suddenly frowned.

"You wait here for your junior sister to come back, I have some things to do."

Looking at his frown, Zhao Qingtang knew that he had something important to do, which became more and more frequent.

"Master, don't worry."

Zhao Hanfeng nodded, raised his hand and tore a crack in space, stepped into it, and dissipated invisible.

Zhao Qingtang watched him leave, then lay down on his master's rocking chair and basked in the sun comfortably.

But his eyes were open, and there was a hint of sadness between his brows. The master had gone out three or four times in the past few years, which was not a good sign.

He survived the second thunderstorm a year ago and became a second calamity earthly immortal, but he had to do it faster.

………

Zhao Hanfeng tore through the void and arrived at another place.

The palace is above the clouds, and the mist is misty.

Fourteen white gold and jade chairs are placed in a circle.

And sitting on every chair is a master who sees immortality.

He then took a seat, his eyes slightly cold.

"What's going on this time?"

An old man with a long snow-white beard stood up from his chair and sighed.

With a wave of his hand, his robe rolled around, and a person came out of it.

Bound by a golden immortal rope, the man looked like he had black lines all over his body and looked ferocious.

"I found this person among the disciples of my Yuan sect. He is the core disciple of my lineage. His name is Cheng Yuan. His soul has not been taken away. He has hidden himself very well. However, he was exposed when our sect's main formation was being maintained.

, then I discovered that he had been eroded by the evil seed, and his essence had been changed deep in his soul."

"Everyone, please take a look."

He sat back in his chair, with a hint of coldness between his brows. This disciple was originally from the core disciples, with high talent and qualifications, and his cultivation had reached the Nascent Soul stage. If he was not discovered in time, he would be in serious trouble in the future.

A ray of magic power suddenly shot out and fell on the disciple,

His soul was immediately taken out, and under the light of the magic power, it became transparent, and you could clearly see the black energy hidden in it.

The one who took action was Kunlun Wuyazi. His magic power carried a terrifying sword intent, He Fengrui, and the light condensed into a small sword, which landed on his soul's chest.

"Can I take a look?"

If it is taken out forcibly, the disciple's soul will definitely be damaged, but if it is not taken out, he may not be able to escape the control of this black energy in his life.

"Take it."

The ancestor of Yuanzong sighed and replied.

Suddenly the small sword pierced the soul's chest, directly gouging out a mass of black energy.

But at the same time, a wave of air suddenly exploded.

A palm stretched out, flashing pure mana, and the power of forcibly twisting the space turned into two shields, sealing in the disciple's soul and the black energy of the explosion.

This is the power of dragon and tiger.

There was a slight twinkle of evil in his eyes.

"check!"

The ancestor of Yuanzong used his pure magic power in time to send the soul of the disciple named Cheng Yuan back into his body. However, the heart of the soul was gouged out, and his aura was extremely weak at this moment.

He sacrificed a ball of liquid glowing with colorful clouds. This spiritual object has the magical effect of nourishing the soul.

They need this disciple to explain clearly how he was contaminated with evil seeds, so that he can wake up quickly.

And inside the cover transformed by the power of another space, the black air exploded, and a shallow black mist dispersed, which could no longer be captured.

Was instantly dispersed.

Zhao Hanfeng looked at the dissipated black mist. There was no trace during the exploration, and the method was clean and neat. The imprinting restriction should have been planted long ago. Once the black energy leaves the soul, it will self-destruct.

There have been more and more changes recently.

…

Stepping through the clouds and mist, and returning to the thatched cottage, Zhao Qingtang didn't notice Pei Xihe's breath for a moment.

Until a little pig rushed out of the wooden house.

"Dangkang."

Zhao Qingtang's eyes widened suddenly, and Pei Xihe's aura completely blended into the world, even hiding it from his perception.

"Senior brother."

She bent down and picked up Heng He.

Teasing its nose, a smile appeared on its lips.

"Hmph, it's not bad. I have practiced seriously and am now in the late stage of foundation building."

"Dangkang!"

Heng He twisted his head and cupped her fingers until the golden elixir monster could speak human words, but what it shouted could be understood by me because of the blood of the demon god.

"So good."

"Junior sister, you are amazing."

Zhao Qingtang stood up from the recliner and took a look at her. He had advanced to the first level of cultivation, which was the middle stage of Jindan, but the feeling she gave him was that of sharpness hidden under the softness.

"I didn't even notice your breath just now."

Pei Xihe was humming and raised his head to look at him.

"The inheritance of Tianwei Zhenmo involves time, and his first level of trials can evolve through time and promote our understanding of the state of mind."

"This is my first glimpse of this world."

She held Heng He in her right hand, stretched out her left hand towards one place, and moved her fingertips slightly.

Of course, Zhao Qingtang saw clearly that the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and the energy of the five elements can actually be absorbed by practitioners, but the latter needs to be truly exposed to the Tao after being spread all over the world, rather than a simple glimpse of the Tao for the first time.

"So did you get the second half?"

Pei Xihe's eyes showed a bit of amusement.
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