Buzhou Mountain, the holy land of the sky.

The space swayed, and a figure suddenly appeared. Then, he spitted blood with big mouthfuls, tilted his head, fainted, and fell down from the air.

"who?"

A man and a woman flew over, saw their appearance clearly, and their pupils contracted at the same time.

It is Xue Qianqiu, the junior brother who has just broken through the saint level!

At this time, the young man's right arm disappeared, and blood dripped from the wound. He seemed to be hit by sword energy, and there were blood holes everywhere. Even the power in his body was consumed too much and could not bear it at any time.

The injury is too serious!

If someone makes up for a little trick, he may die immediately. He can return to Buzhou Mountain by himself. It can be said that he has luck.

"What happened? Didn't he just break through? Why did he become like this in less than half an hour after he went out..."

The woman frowned and was anxious: "What should I do now?"

The disciple of Cangqiong, the saint Yuluo!

She knew very well what the teacher valued and expected of the junior brother. She broke through and went out and became like this. If the teacher knew, wouldn’t he be so angry?

"Now, only the teacher can save the junior brother. Take the time to take it over!" the middle-aged man sighed.

Saint Heavenly Palace!

Both of these two have reached the fifth level, and are extremely powerful in their cultivation.

Without further ado, the two of them took their junior brother to fly quickly to Buzhou Mountain.

It took not long, and buildings appeared before my eyes. Each of the huge palaces covers an area of ​​less than 100 acres. There are 9,999 such rooms, all of which are suspended in the clouds, and there is no end at all.

After flying for a while, the two of them quickly arrived in front of a stone tablet.

"Teacher..." Yu Luo was full of anxiety.

"Put him down, you guys go back!" The old man in front of the monument turned around, looked at Xue Qianqiu who was lying on the ground, and sighed.

Saint of the Sky!

The number one saint in the fairy world and the most powerful one.

Although the battle between Su Yin and this disciple was apart from each other, as the most powerful saint in the world, he naturally knew the result.

"Yes!" Yu Luo looked at Tiangong and had to bow and leave.

Looking at Xue Qianqiu again, Saint Cangqiu did not stand up, but said lightly: "Since you were accepted as a disciple, I have been going well. I didn't expect to encounter such a catastrophe! Well, it's a kind of temper for you and can urge you to make better progress..."

He grabbed it in the air, and something that looked like a bottom of the water appeared and fell into the mouth of Xue Qianqiu who was unconscious.

Buzz!

The water droplets penetrated into his mouth, and then, a dazzling phosphorescence shone out from Xue Qianqiu's body. Under the light, the wound was scabbed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the weak breath in his body also recovered quickly.

【Tianfeng Nectar】!

The Saint of the Sky collects hundreds of naturally born spiritual energy such as the strong wind, bright wind, whirlwind, yin wind, dark wind, and strong wind, and condenses it into the condensation.

As long as you do not exceed the sixth grade and have a breath, you can recover quickly.

It is many times stronger than the resurrection medicine liquid refined by Li Shichang.

Seeing that the medicine was working, the Saint of Cangqiong didn't speak, sat cross-legged not far away, and continued to look at the stone tablet with his eyes, as if he was meditating something.

After a while, Xue Qianqiu recovered completely, woke up slowly, looked at the old man in front of him, his eyes turned red, and he fell to the ground: "Teacher..."

The Saint of Cangqiong smiled indifferently: "Are you at a loss?"

"Yes!" His face turned red. Xue Qianqiu wanted to explain, but couldn't speak.

If the other party is insidious, it is because he has not planned properly; if the other party is strong, he obviously has overcome the thunder tribulation first; if the other party has help, he will lead more people...

No matter how you calculate it, he is a loser, a complete loser.

"Cultivation is like sailing against the current, and it's nothing to suffer a little loss..."

The Saint of Cangqiong shook his head: "Prepare well. Although you suffered a great loss this time, your understanding of Qianqiu Avenue seems to be deeper. If nothing unexpected happens, you will be able to break through the level in front of you soon."

"Yes!" Seeing that the teacher did not blame him, Xue Qianqiu breathed a sigh of relief, looked down at him, and couldn't help but be stunned: "Teacher, my arm..."

The right hand was still empty. The teacher cured the injuries in other places for him, but here I didn't care.

"Even if this arm is restored, it is not as flexible as before. It will become your biggest weakness. I have prepared a gift for you. Once refined, you don't have to be afraid when you meet that Su Yin again!"

The saint of the sky.

"yes……"

He nodded quickly, and a feeling of excitement flashed in Xue Qianqiu's eyes.

The gift prepared by the teacher himself must be not simple without thinking.

"Okay, let's understand the power and improve your cultivation..."

Without further ado, the Saint of Cangqiong was about to continue observing the stone tablet when he saw auspicious clouds appearing again in the sky, and the word "Saint" appeared again.

"The saint of the Agriculture, the saint of painting, the saint of beasts, the saint of wine... Teacher, it is Su Yin, and he has refined four other saint bones!"

Xue Qianqiu gritted his teeth as he turned pale.

He had seen this scene twice with his own eyes and knew it very clearly that it was not someone else, but the boy who made him miserable.

"Yang Xuan, Qiaofu Li... It turns out that he has the ability to find such a genius. However, it is probably not that easy to establish a holy land!"

Turning his head and looking at it, the eyes of the old man Cangqiong seemed to penetrate countless spaces and landed in Wanxu Abyss.

"Teacher... wants to take action in person?" After a moment of silence, Xue Qianqiu hurriedly said, "I want to take revenge myself, and I hope the teacher will leave this kid to me..."

The other party gave him so much humiliation, but not only did he not repay him, but instead asked the teacher to take action, just like a kindergarten that could not beat him and called his parents... If this is the case, it will inevitably become his biggest knot in his heart. It is nothing. When it hits the Lord of Rules, once it is revealed, it will die if it is not done well.

"If a teenager takes action, wouldn't it make people laugh?"

The old man Cangqiong shook his head: "However, I hurt my disciple so badly. If it is so easy to expose it, my holy land in the sky will not be as good as it is... Isn't he going to establish a holy land? Then let me see what capital is there to do this!"

After saying that, he bounced his fingers.

call!

A thought immediately tore through the space and flew into the distance. The next moment, it disappeared from the spot and disappeared completely.

The pupils shrank, and Xue Qianqiu's fist clenched tightly.

The teacher's strength is so powerful. Although it is just a thought of his, it will not be weaker than the fourth-grade saint, or even stronger!

It made the teacher unhappy. It seemed that even if Su Yin didn't die, he would suffer a great loss!

...

Wanxu Yuan, a blue planet.

The face that suddenly appeared above was extremely huge, with a diameter of more than a hundred miles, like a large cloud, covering all the newly established holy land.

"He is the Saint of the Sky?"

Feeling the blood all over his body cold, Su Yin looked carefully at the face in the air.

He is an old man in his sixties, with a snow-white beard, no arrogant or angry feeling, as if he was hanging in the sky, his eyes were cold and without any emotion.

The way of the sky is the way of ruthlessness, the supreme forgets the love.

If it weren't for this, he rushed over when he killed Ling Xiao, Chaoxia and others.

"It's not the essence, but the transformation of a thought..." Lin Xuan clenched his fist.

"Yeah!" Su Yin nodded.

In the air, there was just an idea that gathered the image formed by spiritual energy. Even so, it still broke through the numerous blockades in the dangerous place and came here.

He was shocked but did not reveal it. He took a deep breath and Su Yin's voice sounded: "Saint of the Sky, is it because he came here with an idea. Is it because he wanted to stop me from establishing a holy land?"

The power and power emitted by the human face in the air is too powerful. If you don’t speak, you are really afraid that the monks who have just gathered will disintegrate. Therefore, even if you know that the other party is the sky, you cannot retreat.

Anyway, the relationship has long been no longer likely to ease.

He looked over lightly, and his face was expressionless: "I practiced the Cangqiong Taoist, and I will not commit favoritism and fraud, and naturally I will not deliberately oppress you. As long as you adhere to the rules and follow the steps, you will not obstruct you!"

Su Yin sneered: "Then... the saint suddenly came here, what's the matter?"

The human face said, "I just want to tell you that at noon tomorrow, the entire fairy world will come to watch the ceremony on time, and I hope to be prepared!"

"Tomorrow?" Su Yin's face changed.

If you want to make the people in the fairy world recognize the holy land, you must watch the ceremony. He originally thought that it would take as long as possible, preferably for ten days and half a month. Unexpectedly, the Saint of the Sky flew over directly with an idea and announced directly that it would be noon tomorrow!

Passing the tribulation, building a holy land, refining fireballs... After a while, it was almost dark in the fairy world, which means that there were only more than five hours left until noon tomorrow!

How to prepare?

Not only did his face change, Lin Xuan on one side was even cold.

Watching ceremony is equivalent to the masters of the entire fairy world who will send people here. In name, they are watching the newly built holy land, but in fact they are asking for trouble. If you are not prepared enough, you may be destroyed and will never be restored.

The key is that it still occupies a great righteousness and cannot be refuted - even if you don’t see it, what qualifications are there to build a holy land?
To be continued...