Shuo stood up to Xian Dun and his body was like a mist of white smoke, and he fled from the same place, leaving only Pei Xihe and Song Qingge.

Song Qingge didn't care about his master's reminiscences, but looked at Pei Xihe with bright eyes.

"Quickly, let's divide this treasure between the two of us."

She rubbed her hands and made two hey sounds. She suddenly felt obscene and immediately put her fist to her lips, coughed twice and straightened her figure.

It is precisely the saying that the spoils must be divided quickly and the posture must be handsome.

Pei Xihe raised the corners of his lips slightly and said with a bit of a smile.

"Of course, but this time I want to take 70% of it."

She turned her hand over and saw the precious jade in her palm. It was crimson red, crystal clear, with fine black lines lingering in the middle, entangled to form the shape of a dragon.

Pei Xihe used magic power to lift it up, and pointed his right index finger on it. He saw ripples of light, the essence inside was shattered, the black dragon pattern collapsed, and the crimson jade stone suddenly turned into black and red colors.

Song Qingge also took action at this moment, and the two immortal swords of Rock Sugar Hawthorn merged into one, exuding an aura that was outstanding among the ranks of acquired divine objects.

She cleared her throat and continued.

Yes, three to seven points, no more, no less. She stretched out her hand and took away the smaller jade stone. When she took it, a scorching breath flowed into her body, and the magic power she touched was burned under it.

It's actually a bit more pure!

Therefore, the power was also far away, which made Pei Xihe sigh with emotion.

"Take a piece of clay, twist it into you, and shape me into one. Break both of us together and mix them with water."

The Immortal Realm already has unique conditions for cultivation. With Song Qingge's talent, it is normal for him to enter the realm like this.

Thinking like this made Song Qingge restrain his complacent look.

Even in the immortal world, not everyone has the qualifications to practice. If a human race does not have spiritual roots and cannot advance on the path to immortality, then it is natural that they can only accept their destiny and do ordinary things.

In fact, that epiphany is not considered a secret. Intelligence spies from major aristocratic families have kept backup copies. If "Zhao Fuxi" really wants to know, there will always be a way to know about it.

Of course, it's very dangerous, and if you don't have an elder to protect you, you may not be able to survive it.

Song Qingge looked at Pei Xihe's searching eyes and knew what she was thinking, and her mind suddenly changed.

From then on, there is fire in the ice, and ice in the fire. How can they not be mutually reinforcing, and become one whole body?

She solved the shortcomings of the three spiritual roots by actually using the magic treasure to enlighten them and completely separate them. The three heavenly spiritual roots also gave birth to some spiritual wisdom, so that they did not interfere with each other and lived in peace.

In this way, the dragon blood essence stones collected along the way, plus various treasures and rare objects, can be combined into a dragon blood body forging, which can also cleanse the mana and enhance the foundation. It is thought that in less than ten years, you can hit the Seventh Realm of the Immortals and step into the world.

Entering the late stage.

"It's nothing to say. When I was slow to enter the country, I had the idea of ​​​​traveling around the mountains and rivers."

There was a blur, and Pei Xihe could only vaguely see the two clay figures being kneaded out. Finally, each of them had a smiling face drawn, and they were placed in one place, facing each other.

Her eyebrows slightly raised, and she was quite happy.

At this moment, Pei Xihe suddenly frowned, and a trance-like scene appeared in his mind involuntarily.

"Easy to talk about, so-so."

She held the frosty white, red and mixed sharp blade and slashed at the treasure, splitting it into two equal parts in the blink of an eye.

Seeing that this fellow Daoist Zhao is not weak in talent, he has been promoted to the first level in just a few years. He thinks that he has extraordinary potential, so he might as well sell her a good deal.

It was indeed a treasure born from the blood of a real dragon, she admired it from the bottom of her heart.

"But although the Song family I came from is not a big family, it still has some savings. My parents used elixirs and their own magic power to force a balance for me so that I would not die early."

Song Qingge smiled.

As expected of me!

Even so, her face was full of an expression of "praise me quickly, praise me more", and she did not cover up or hide her clumsiness.

However, her method is limited to the explosion between intertwining collisions, which is far less integrated and harmonious than Song Qingge's.

Song Qingge put the sword into the mud ball between her eyebrows and nodded with satisfaction.

The woman spoke with a smile and the breeze rustled.

A laughter as crisp as a silver bell rang in the ears. The woman in the white dress was smiling. A man with a tall and straight body and a somewhat handsome figure from behind fell beside her.

Pei Xihe then held the slightly larger jade stone and put it into the storage mustard.

Song Qingge looked at Pei Xihe and seemed to be lost in thought. Could it be that his words touched this girl and she had an epiphany?

Could it be that my mouth has been opened?

"Fellow Daoist Song's skill of ice and fire comes from the same source and combines yin and yang. It is really powerful."

What he said was sincere and did not contain the slightest bit of hypocrisy. Pei Xihe also had the spiritual root of ice and fire. He especially remembered that he had learned the secret method "Changhe" when he was young, and had some unique insights into the hedging of ice and fire.

Memories fly by, but they only last for a moment.

"Twist another you, and mold another me. I have you in the mud, and you have me in the mud. I live in the same quilt with you, and die in the same coffin."

Song Qingge raised his head slightly, raising the corners of his lips proudly, with a bright and bright smile floating on his bright face.

Both of them had hands as white as jade, but they were kneading a ball of brown mud.

They seemed to be talking but couldn't hear clearly.

"In fact, when I was born, I had twin spiritual roots of ice and fire that were in conflict with each other, and I almost died suddenly."

Pei Xihe had an excellent understanding and understood it. His eyes lit up and he murmured with a bit of excitement on his face.

The man responded, his voice was like broken jade, and the friendship was strong.

The real harvest this time is that Ao Huahua has completely repaired the true dragon magical power. 70% of this treasure can be used as a treasure, but it is not enough for outsiders.

At this moment, Pei Xihe came back to his senses and secretly said that it was bad luck.

"I had an epiphany from this, and used my own will as a master to reshape the spiritual roots of ice and fire. From then on, I became integrated and the path to immortality became bright."

"That's how it is."

The principles are certain, but the things are not certain. The way of heaven is evolving, and there are thousands of creations.

It's true to say that I almost just came out of the six realms of reincarnation and went to report in the six realms of reincarnation.

"I watched an old man making clay figures in the human world market. I smashed two statues into small pieces. The fragments were broken into small pieces. They were mixed with water and turned into mud. They were kneaded into a ball."

Song Qingge undoubtedly provided her with a way of thinking. There is a wonderful similarity between Mingming and the "Eternal One Sutra". If she can understand it thoroughly, digest it thoroughly, and integrate it into her own practice, it will naturally be of great benefit.

Pei Xihe straightened his expression and said quite sincerely.

"Then I twisted them with my skilled hands and reshaped them into two clay statues."

"Then I entered the path of spiritual practice, and my practice stagnated for a while. However, I was so talented that I had an epiphany in the Nascent Soul stage, and then it took five years to transform into a spirit, and three years to merge."

But when she thought of the two clay sculptures, she couldn't help but frown. The raw material was actually soil.

It has been recorded in ancient times: "Those who rest on the soil say that the soil will grow and rest indefinitely, so it can stop floods."

This is a treasure of the earth. If a monk can incorporate one or two of his natal objects, he can gain the ability to repair himself. A few fragments can restore his original appearance without worrying about damage.

Even if the mud is a little muddy, all the immortals will have to fight for it. Even Emperor Song has never left such treasures in the Yin Palace.

Pei Xihe didn't realize how deeply affectionate he was, but he was thinking secretly in his heart, wondering if those two clay sculptures were still preserved?
Chapter completed!