742. Broken Monument · Mud Pinned Bones

The eight treasures for crossing the calamity were put on the fighting boat, the sails were raised high, the clouds were driven away and the waves were driven away, and the boat sailed straight ahead.

Pei Xihe was sitting cross-legged on the deck, and could vaguely detect a few watching eyes.

After all, when she came here, she had just set foot in the second realm of immortality. Now, she has not yet completed ten years, but her cultivation in the third realm is still stable and her aura is mellow, which shows that she has taken advantage of this "Thousand Dragons Flying Island".

And there were divination results from the spiritual immortal, which showed that she was connected with the whereabouts of the dragon chick. Even though the real dragon had just been born, she still had some doubts in her heart.

Nowadays, it is extremely unusual to have a desire to explore Pei Xihe.

Pei Xihe remained calm, closed his eyes, and began to practice the exercises, showing an open and unconcerned attitude.

It would be better to worry about dealing with these things than to have the magic power circulate in the Great Zhoutian.

This made those eyes gradually fade away.

But Yan Mingchen was standing at the head of the fighting boat, facing the wind, with an indifferent expression. The monks he had become friends with in the past did not come forward to talk to him. After all, he had obtained two young dragons, so one can imagine the high price he had to pay.

Now that they were all burned to the ground and severely tricked by the cunning dragon chick, all the previous envy has turned into pity.

mercy?

How could Yan Mingchen not know what they were thinking? But she didn't care, nor did she bother to care. How could temporary gains and losses determine the future.

With deep eyes, she looked into the distance and saw the clouds rolling and the sun hanging high.

She looked at Pei Xihe who was meditating with her peripheral vision, feeling quite complicated.

The Yan family of the Daqian royal family passed down an extremely rare 'Qi-Observing Technique', which is not to observe luck, but to observe a person's aptitudes and potential.

Yan Mingchen was at the banquet and saw at a glance that this woman had terrifying potential and would definitely have great achievements in the future, so he told his brother not to offend her easily.

Looking at it now, it turns out that it is indeed the case. In a short period of time, she has already entered the third realm from the first realm. And it has only been less than half a century since she entered the Imperial College. She is probably also on the list of immortals.

Such a proud man really has nothing to do with the dragon chick?

Yan Mingchen has a keen intuition and does not believe his previous words.

But the young dragon had overcome the tribulation and arrived at the Heavenly Immortal Realm, possessing the insights and methods of the former Heavenly Lord. It was by no means an existence that they could use to make calculations again.

She was confused and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

This time the plan came to nothing, so I had to think of another way. There is nothing terrible about burning it down, just opening up a new path.

If she really loses her will because of this, how can she deserve to compete for that position?

Yan Mingchen's eyes flashed with sparkle, revealing an unstoppable edge.

…

The silhouette of a dragon suddenly appeared in the void, and the body of the three-foot-long black dragon was filled with a faint glow, and then transformed into a seven or eight-year-old boy.

He was born with a handsome face, the corners of his eyes and eyebrows were full of unruliness that did not match his childish appearance, and his dark gold pupils shone sharply.

Due to the loss of seven drops of true dragon essence and blood, his complexion was slightly pale at the moment, but he had the clearness of a jade tree and a pile of snow.

Ao Hua didn't know that he was going to take on a human form. After all, the demon gods were all proud of their demon bodies and regarded this as their true elegance.

When he thought about this, his brows furrowed, making him look even more childish and delicate.

Perhaps it was the influence that person had on him back then that has not dissipated even now.

Now that I have used my secret method to pursue this point, I see this extraordinary scenery in front of me.

Thousands of rocks compete with each other, thousands of gorges contend with currents, and vegetation covers them, creating a rosy glow like clouds.

This man found an excellent burial place.

Ao Hua snorted coldly and stepped forward, crossing the green trees and grass, crossing the muddy plank bridge, and finally arrived at a place.

A plain white stone tablet stands on it, with the inscription "Tomb of Zuo Xuanqing" on it.

Ao Hua lowered his head to look at the tombstone, made a hand seal with his right hand, and broke the restriction in front of his eyes. Only then could he clearly feel the breath coming from the depths of the ground, so familiar that he could recognize it in an instant.

But it is strangely tight, mixed with the faint smell of earth, and corroded and decayed.

"Zuo Xuanqing."

He chewed these three words in his mouth, and the anger surged in his eyes, like the waves of the sea, which could not be calmed down.

Ao Hua kicked the tombstone over with one kick. The power of the real dragon's body was terrifying. He only heard an explosion and saw it torn into pieces and shattered into dust.

"I never imagined that I could return to the world alive."

The anger disappeared from his face, and then his laughter became louder, and he felt that his heart was filled with joy.

"You bury your bones in the mud under the spring, and I will be a god in the world."

The bright sun was shining high, and the golden light passed through the smoke and dust brought up by the gravel as if it had turned into substance. It illuminated his eyes for a moment, as if the figure of the man had reappeared in front of him.

Ao Hua suddenly remembered the origin of his name.

The man smiled and chanted: "The dew smell of locust trees on the moon bank, the fragrance of birch smoke in the wind." Therefore, he was given a human name, the single word Hua.

"Pooh."

He thought to himself that it was not as good as the "Ao Huahua" chosen by the cunning female cultivator.

Simple, easy to understand and easy to remember.

That’s right!

Seeing the chaos in front of him, he hummed a tune, but felt inexplicable confusion in his heart for no reason, and did not dig out the bones to vent his resentment.

"Is Taoist soldiers that important?"

He shook his head, turned around, and his figure fell into illusion, turning into a small black jade dragon and escaping away.

…

After returning to Imperial College, the hidden formation that Pei Xihe had left among the immortal puppets was triggered.

As she expected, Taixue will check whether the bachelor has anything to hide based on Xian Puppet's records.

Because Pei Xihe had made preparations in advance, he got through the storm without any danger, which also meant that the Daqian Imperial Academy had basically eliminated the idea that she might be hiding the real dragon.

Thinking about it this way, the previous female cultivator 'Du Yeqing' was somewhat useful. Her puppetry skills were really powerful, and even Da Qian didn't notice any abnormalities.

Pei Xihe has benefited from this, and has made great progress in cultivation. He also needs to settle down in order to break through the barriers of the three realms, advance to the fourth realm, and reach the middle stage of immortality.

After she left the spirit boat, she bowed to her classmates and left. With a complicated expression on Shuo Li's face, she calmly returned to the cave.

It was only at this moment, when Pei Xihe was sitting cross-legged on the futon, that he sensed that wonderful energy.

This qi machine is the guide of the Celestial Immortal List, and it separates a ray of mind and goes away.

When the will of heaven senses that the monk has exploded with all his mana and can rearrange the list, it will give the monk a chance to write his name and origin.

Therefore, she can log in her personal information again this time.

Pei Xihe's mind was drawn by this, and when he came to this familiar realm of nothingness, he couldn't help but think about all kinds of things.

Nowadays, Qianlong Feiyu and his party are experiencing both misfortunes and blessings. Although their realm has risen sharply, they have also performed battles in front of others. If they are not listed on the list of immortals, they will arouse suspicion for no reason.

Of course, most monks thought she would be at the bottom of the list, but now Pei Xihe has seen her new ranking.

Number 688.

Jumping up, the first time it was only about 90,000, but this second time it was already in the top 1,000. This span is so big that it is enough to make others shocked and unbelievable.

She had killed Ao Jiuze, who was in the top 100, but her own ranking was 688. This shows that this person really died unjustly.

Because of his own cultivation method and half of his dragon bloodline, he was restrained by the 'True Dragon Holding Pearl' and 'Blood of the Divine Crow', and 30% of his magic power was cut off in vain. Many methods were difficult to use, so he drank blood with hatred.

Thousands of rocks compete with each other, thousands of gorges contend with currents, and vegetation covers them, creating a rosy glow like clouds.

——"Shishuoxinyu"
Chapter completed!