Chapter 42 Accident

The things that have happened here are gone, and the splendor of the world has reached its peak.

The group of people who came out of the Flame Mountain slowly stepped out of the shield and blockade left by their ancestors.

Ouyang Jingsong changed into a clean black brocade dress, which was given by the emperor in the Shao Palace. It was made of Yunjin silk material, which is very precious in the world.

In fact, according to Ouyang Jingsong's taste, these can be used as rags. However, since they are in the human world now, they naturally have to follow the locals, and such materials can be regarded as their status.

Qing Shui's blood-stained white robe has also been replaced, and she is still wearing a white robe with tea satin silk thread embroidery on it, small light yellow flowers embroidered on the sleeves and collar, and a white jade belt around her waist.

The tassels given fall to the ground gorgeously.

"Master's clothes are so beautiful." Song Wan was secretly glad that she didn't have to wash Master's clothes.

Qing Shui smiled and rubbed the bun that Song Wan had just styled. Suddenly, Qing Shui frowned and noticed something abnormal inside her body.

Qing Shui looked back at Ouyang Jingsong, who also had a look of pain on his face, "How could this happen?" The golden energy in their bodies was stirring.

The two men originally had immortal energy and demonic energy in their bodies, but they were exhausted when they helped Songwan break through. Later, what followed Songwan's body was actually the golden true energy, where all external energy was blocked and shielded.

They were so angry that they survived the catastrophe.

Now that they came out of the Flame Mountain and left the barrier, their Dao bodies began to automatically absorb the vitality from the outside world and refine it into Yuanli. The newly generated Yuanli in the body conflicted with the previous golden zhenqi.

The power of the outside world is naturally infinite. In comparison, this small amount of zhenqi is a bit pitiful, but it is quite overbearing and cannot tolerate the existence of Yuanli, and must squeeze them out of the body.

This kind of riot directly caused the two people's bodies to suffer pain like tearing apart, and the two could only sit down and try to resolve one of them.

Time passed minute by minute, and soon it was getting dark, but the two of them still showed no improvement, and Song Wan couldn't help but feel a little anxious.

Song Wan looked at this and that, with no intention of waking up. She turned her little hand, and a big chicken drumstick appeared in her hand. Ouch, she took a bite and continued to wait, turning her anxiety into appetite.

Ouyang Jingsong had some understanding of this kind of zhenqi, but the zhenqi in his body was so violent that he had no energy left to speak, let alone send a message to remind Qingshui. What's more, his cultivation method was different from Qingshui's. After all, he was a demon cultivator, while Qingshui was

To cultivate immortality, instead of wasting energy worrying about Qing Shui, it is better to solve your own problems first and then help others. Anyway, he has advanced cultivation and will be fine for a while, so he began to calm down and integrate his true energy.

This time, Ouyang Jingsong miscalculated. Because Qing Shui had a higher level of cultivation than him, the conflict between the true energy and the immortal energy in his body was particularly fierce.

Qing Shui only felt that the two breaths were incompatible with each other, constantly conflicting, and seemed to insist on excluding one from the body.

The immortal energy is constantly consumed and replenished from the outside world, and the golden true energy is also constantly consumed, and the immortal energy and the mixed spiritual energy from the outside are transformed into new true energy.

Qing Shui understands the incompatibility of water and fire. He is also a person who has mixed the two immortal powers of ice and fire, so he understands the truth.

As long as the two kinds of breath are balanced, everything will be easy if you find that fulcrum, or open up another meridian in the body to let the two kinds of breath go their own way.

Obviously Qingshui was unwilling to implement the method of each going his own way, so he tried hard to fuse the two auras, but the two auras didn't seem to be very obedient.

Tai Chi determines yin and yang, and yin and yang are mutually reinforcing and restraining each other. As long as we can find that balance point, we can continue to thrive.

At this time, Qingshui had no idea what path he was taking. His ancestors had also had this idea, but no one could succeed.

Ouyang Jingsong controlled the golden zhenqi in his body to continuously circulate against the meridians, and his demonic energy circulated along the meridians. At first, he couldn't help spitting out a few mouthfuls of blood, but then his body slowly became smoother, and the golden zhenqi flowed smoothly.

When it reaches Qi Hai Dantian, a small amount of it precipitates, slowly forming a small golden ball. The golden true energy in the body becomes less and less, and the small ball becomes larger and more solid, tending to materialize.

After the last golden qi in his body entered the ball, Ouyang Jingsong controlled the magic power in his body to slowly penetrate into the ball, as if a hole was drilled in the middle of the ball, and the magic power that entered came out less.

There was a wisp of it, but it became more solid, with some glowing golden yellow, forming a brand new power. This power was named Demonic Power by Ouyang Jingsong.

At this time, his body relaxed a little, and he opened his mouth to remind Qing Shui, but Qing Shui couldn't hear it now. He had already closed his five senses and six consciousnesses, and was completely immersed in the chaotic and chaotic Qi in his body. His mouth kept bleeding, and his face looked like

He was ten years older. Songwan and Apeng beside him were wandering around worriedly. They didn't even notice that Ouyang Jingsong woke up.

Ouyang Jingsong thought Qingshui had heard his voice transmission, so he closed his eyes and continued the transformation until all the demonic energy was transformed, and two days passed unknowingly.

Songwan and Apeng had not closed their eyes for two days. The two children's faces were haggard. The master in front of them was already like an old man. Songwan's eyes were sparkling and unblinking, for fear of missing something or closing her eyes and opening them again.

I will never see Master again.

When Ouyang Jingsong woke up and saw such a scene, he was shocked and hurried over to check, but he could not get close to Qingshui.

It was as if there was an invisible barrier surrounding his body, which was impenetrable and no matter what Ouyang Jingsong did, it would not work.

Ouyang Jingsong was shocked in his heart. He had already made great progress in his cultivation, but he still couldn't overcome the aura naturally emitted by Qing Shui. How powerful was it? Is this the reason why he had not broken through to the realm of Immortal Lord after all?

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Thinking of this, Ouyang Jingsong secretly greeted the fake Yaizhen who was already in heaven and went to receive a box lunch.

Seeing that Ouyang Jingsong was helpless, Songwan finally couldn't help but burst into tears. After two days of sleeplessness, she burst into tears. After all, she was still a child. No matter how she pretended to be strong, Master

They are the only relatives in her heart.

Thinking of every detail from when they met until now, Song Wan felt sad, her eyes were dull, and she lay in Ouyang Jingsong's arms with choked sobs.

"Don't worry, your master will be fine. I think he is following his own path of cultivation. His body is in Nirvana. If successful, his cultivation will reach a higher level. But this will take a process and time." Ouyang Jing

Song frowned.

"Really? If it doesn't succeed, will I never see Master again?" Song Wan raised her head and asked pitifully.

Ouyang Jingsong felt a pain in his heart and did not dare to look into her eyes again, "Really, he will succeed. Your master is a genius."

Ouyang Jingsong put his hand gently on Songwan's back, and a demonic power entered her body. Songwan felt so tired, so tired that she couldn't open her eyes, but she tried hard to hold on, not wanting to close her eyes for fear of never seeing them again.

I couldn't see my master anymore, so I wiped away my tears, lay in Ouyang Jingsong's arms and slowly fell asleep.

Maybe it was because she hadn't slept for two days, but Songwan slept particularly soundly this night.

After dismissing Song Wan, Ouyang Jingsong raised his head and met A Peng's anxious eyes. He sighed in his heart. He would rather deal with ten immortal kings alone than comfort these two crying children. Besides, Qing Shui's condition is not very good.

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Songwan slept for a whole day and a night, no matter how rainy or windy the outside world blew, I remained unmoved.

When Songwan woke up, only Apeng was by her side, and she didn't know where she was.

"You're awake"

"What a familiar voice." Looking at the furnishings in the room, she suddenly remembered that this was Shao Xin's tent.

"Sister Xin, Brother Apeng, why am I here?"

"You, you were sleeping soundly when Mr. Ouyang sent you here. He asked me to take care of you, and then he left. I don't know where he went." Shao Xin's face was filled with anger and pampering.

Shao Xin really didn't know anything. Apeng was not good at talking. When asked what happened, he kept silent or just interrupted and ignored Shao Xin. He meditated next to Song Wan for a whole day and a night.

Song Wan looked around blankly, then suddenly stood up from the bed, not caring that she was only wearing her underwear, she murmured something about "Master" and ran out.

"Mei Wan, master is fine, just wait." Apeng hurriedly chased after her.

Song Wan stopped, stared at Apeng, and was about to cry.]

"Uncle Ouyang is guarding Master. He told us to wait here with peace of mind. They will come back. We should wait here. Besides, it is really not suitable for you to go out now." Apeng's eyes were evasive and he did not dare to look directly at them.

Song Wan looked at her outfit, turned around and put on her clothes, carrying the sword given by her master and heading towards the place in her memory.

Apeng had no choice but to turn around and say goodbye to Shao Xin, and quickly chased after her. However, Songwan used all her strength to exert her cultivation, but Apeng could not catch up. Apeng had no choice but to turn back, borrow a bay-red horse from Shao Xin, and follow her.

And go.
Chapter completed!