Chapter 1381: The hidden road of living in a humble place, the blending of patterns and new creations
Tiansang Ling Palace.
The night was blurry, and three figures were walking far away from the bank of the Goose Lake.
When passing by a few acquired spiritual masters, even though their footsteps were loud, they never made the cultivators look back.
"Brother, is this Sang Laoer's territory..."
The storyteller in the red dress supports the eight saints, hears the sound of frogs and whispers in the wind, and is moved by the quiet night.
What a paradise!
It's so peaceful here, so beautiful, absolutely uncontested.
As soon as a person enters this place, even his soul relaxes. As for the battle between the avenues, it makes him tired just thinking about it!
"This is also the beginning of Master Shou's cultivation..."
The old man Liu Changqing on the other side also let out a long sigh. At the moment, his body and mind were actually dominated by Xuan Wuji.
The eight acquaintances walked that time in silence.
When he reached a certain point, he suddenly stopped and felt a dull pain in his chest.
And when passing by a powerful three-level Houtian spiritual refiner among the trees, the opponent happened to be making a breakthrough. The violent aura almost overturned the Eight Masters and fell into the Goose Lake.
"elder brother!"
The storyteller's vision went dark, and he hurriedly stepped forward to support him. He was too weak!
After leaving the Void Island, my brother's cultivation dropped to the level of spirit refining, and his energy was like a withered tree, worse than a mortal.
A strong wind could pull him up from the ground.
"The Four Realms of Spiritual Refining..."
Ba Zunxun glanced at the young man who was sitting cross-legged on the ground with deep thought, and waved his hand to stop the storyteller from clenching his fists and asking for an explanation.
You have become too weak, how can you compete with someone acquired?
"Just wait."
His eyes fell back to Goose Lake, and he put his hands on the white jade railings, watching the fat geese playing in the water, with a little nostalgia in his eyes.
"Who dares to break into the Spiritual Palace at night!"
At this moment, there was a shout of surprise in the air.
Following this, a series of men in black with fierce energy landed on the ground, surrounding the three of them.
These black-clad law enforcement members have a very powerful aura, and most of them are innate peak masters.
Zhao Xidong, who was already the Great Elder of Lingfa Pavilion, held a piece of grass in his mouth and fluttered down on the top of the weeping willow. He was alone in the world and looked down sideways:
"Today in Tiansangling Palace, does anyone dare to... goose?"
Zhao Xidong's words stopped suddenly, and he almost became a feather and soared.
Because at this moment, as his eyes settled down, he recognized the leader of the First Realm Spirit Refining below, and his pupils gradually showed great horror and terror!
"Boss?"
"Boss, tell me!"
"Say that sentence, haven't you been rehearsing it for a long time?"
"No one has dared to break into the Spiritual Palace for so long. Today is a good day. We can eat meat. Jie Jie Jie..."
The law enforcement officers suppressed their excitement and sent messages to the new boss.
God knows, when the lord of the spiritual palace, the spiritual palace has no sleeves, and the secrets of the spiritual palace space, Dean Ye Xiaotian's identity will be exposed, and each will be judged as the queen of the spiritual palace.
How terrifying has the reputation of Tiansangling Palace become in the neighborhood?
It would be difficult for the Holy Palace to raise so many Wolf Slayers, but the Little Spirit Palace actually produced three of them!
So much time has passed, and today's Ling Palace has enjoyed peace forever, and no one dares to interfere with it.
This makes Lingfa Pavilion useless.
The newly appointed law enforcement officials are eager to meet strong enemies and whip them severely to vent their frustrations.
Who would have thought that during the boring days of playing house... Bah, the boss Zhao Xidong, who was so powerful in the crisis drill, was now so weak that he couldn't even utter a single sentence.
Just when all the law enforcement officers were wondering, they saw the new boss Zhao Xidong screaming loudly and shouting hysterically:
"Dean, save me!!!"
Eh?
Why is it so different from the usual drills?
This cry of sorrow and sorrow pierced the sky from the outer courtyard, disturbed the inner courtyard, and shocked countless disciples who were practicing all night.
When all the disciples were confused, they looked up and saw the palace protection formation suddenly activated, and realized that a powerful enemy was coming.
"Buzz!"
Waves of light circulated in the void, and Xiao Qixiu, who was holding a sword, flashed out of the inner courtyard and arrived on the Goose Lake in an instant, with extraordinary aura.
"Who dares..."
His voice paused, and he stopped holding the spirit sword behind him with his backhand.
Because when he lowered his eyes, Xiao Qixiu saw the eight-fingered man below supported by the man in the red dress.
Eight acquaintances?
What is this guy doing in the Spiritual Palace?
Unbearable memories flooded out crazily...
Xiao Qixiu subconsciously opened his mouth, wanting to call Mr. Sang, but found that Mr. Sang was gone;
I wanted to call Ye Xiaotian, but found that Ye Xiaotian had also "rebelled".
"Housewarming!"
He yelled wildly, having absolutely no confidence that he could face the eight acquaintances alone, even the Saint Slave Storyteller, and the new face who seemed to have a weak aura.
Buzz!
A special spiritual pattern appears in the void.
"Huh? You are..."
On the move, only half of the face was exposed, and the lower body was still solid. Suddenly, the pupils trembled, and the special spiritual patterns in the void were frozen.
The lower half of his body was missing, and half of his face was gone, leaving no trace of where he had been.
“Housewarming!!!”
Xiao Qixiu was so angry that he almost split his liver.
But Old Qiao gave up, and all the remaining pressure fell on himself as the dean of the inner courtyard.
"What are you doing here?"
Xiao Qixiu endured it again and again, but did not pull out the sword.
If the sword is not drawn, no one feels safe; if the sword is drawn, no one is safe - this is so uncomfortable!
"I remember you."
Ba Zunzun raised his head and thought, and smiled for a long time, "But it's been a long time, haven't you... um, made some progress?"
call.
Bear with one hand, bear with one hand!
Now that Mr. Sang is not here, if he is impulsive again, there will be no one left to clean up the chaos caused by the war in the Ling Palace.
Xiao Qixiu held back his anger for his disciples and did not answer. He just asked again: "What are you here for?"
"snort!"
Xuan Wuji, who was holding Liu Changqing's skin, snorted coldly, and Xiao Qixiu and Zhao Xidong, who were high up in the sky, both fell down with a bang.
Only then could Ba Zunzun look at him and leave: "I'm looking for Ye Xiaotian."
Ye Xiaotian?
Zhao Xidong was stunned.
Xiao Qixiu was also stunned.
The law enforcement officers on the side looked at Yayoi with surprise and suspicion, and then they became even more horrified.
Former Dean Ye Xiaotian also had an affair with the Holy Slave?
"That thief Ye Xiaotian actually betrayed the Spiritual Palace, and now he is wanted. Everyone will kill him. How can we, the Tiansang Spiritual Palace, protect this person?" Xiao Qixiu glared and spoke righteously.
Ba Zunzhen said nothing and glanced at Xuan Wuji.
"snort!"
Ancestor Inorganic snorted again, but no movement was seen, and the sky pattern appeared in the sky.
The surrounding law enforcement officers felt that Xiao Qixiu and the night attack trio were missing from their sight.
"I'm looking for Ye Xiaotian." Ba Zunzhen spoke again.
Xiao Qixiu raised his head and looked at the changes in the sky. After taking a long breath, he reached out and pointed behind him:
"You three, please come this way."
…
Cottages.
With a creak, the housewarming door opened, and four figures came into view.
His scalp went numb, and he hurriedly closed the wooden door with a bang.
"Xiao Qixiu, get out of here!"
But the wooden door was blocked by a sword.
Xiao Qixiu pushed hard and stared at the old man inside with a sullen expression.
"You still have the nerve to tell me to get lost?"
"You don't even dare to show your face, you shrinking bastard!"
Qiao Qianzhi was going crazy. His eyes widened and he said in disbelief: "You brought these people here..."
"They are looking for Ye Xiaotian."
"Eh? How dare you love me? Haha, haha..." He laughed twice before moving in, hurriedly opened the door, and walked out:
"A few of you, please come in."
Ye Xiaotian was stunned in front of the wooden table. The piece of fat and tender roast goose meat held by the chopsticks in his hand fell with a clatter, "You two..."
He just wanted to run.
Bazunzi walked in from outside the door.
"Something happened to Sang Qiye."
Ye Xiaotian was floating in the air, paused when he heard the sound, and looked back, "The Holy Slave is sleeveless, what does it have to do with me?"
"Strictly speaking, something happened to the apprentice of your friend Sang Qiye."
"Xu Xiaoshou? Hahaha, what does he have to do with me?"
"Xu Xiaoshou has a deep love and righteousness. In order to save his master, he was trapped in a dangerous place in the middle territory..." Bazun sighed knowingly, "He is really a person who values feelings."
Ye Xiaotian listened to this emotionless sigh and twitched the corner of his mouth: "What does it have to do with me?"
"They are in the Central Region and we are in the Eastern Region. Now it is too late to catch up. The fastest way is you!"
"Hahaha, don't you have any spiritual crystals to use the cross-domain teleportation array? I can sponsor three of them for you." Ye Xiaotian laughed.
"That will be flagged."
"Hahaha, am I a teleportation array?" Ye Xiaotian laughed wildly.
"You are, and are currently the only teleportation array available to us that will not be locked!" Ba Zunzun said with certainty, his tone a little more admiring:
"You have become Taixu. You are the only secret of space in the world. You are only half a step away from the secret of being a semi-saint. The Eastern Region and the Central Region are within your reach."
"More than that, you live in the spiritual palace, but now your strength can look down on everyone in the world. If a half-saint doesn't come out, who can compete with you? Once a half-saint comes out, you can be canonized!"
Ye Xiaotian was stunned.
This praise is so embarrassing, and it comes from the Eighth Sword Immortal...
Ye Xiaotian has indeed become Taixu.
Ever since he walked out of the Spiritual Palace, mastered the secrets of space and cut the path, his path to spiritual refining has been smooth and smooth, with no bottlenecks at all.
In other words, that bottleneck locked him in the spiritual palace for decades, but now that he has accumulated a lot of experience, he will become a dragon.
Even canonization...
To be honest, the semi-saint has one in his hand!
Ye Xiaotian was not canonized, but he was formerly the fourth son of the Holy Palace and knew the inside story of canonization and did not want to rush into it.
"I am me, and you are you." Ye Xiaotian shook his head and drew a clear line. He was not willing to get involved in the whirlpool of the Holy Slave and the Holy Temple.
"There is a Black Heart Fruit Clan and a Semi-Saint Zang in the Southern Territory. He only saw me once and chose to join the game before we even met. He is very wise." Bazun said knowingly.
Ye Xiaotian was silent for a moment.
He had heard of the Semi-Saint Zangren.
Now, it has been captured by the Saint Slave?
"You have acted with Xu Xiaoshou, made friends with Wu Xiu, and resigned as the director of the Spiritual Palace in order to enter Yunlun Mountain. You are wanted by the Holy Temple. Today I met you in person..." Bazun knew
Half-smiling but not smiling, "Do you think you can still stay out of it?"
Ye Xiaotian opened his mouth but was speechless.
He thought about Mr. Sang's last letter...
"Yunlun Mountains, Holy Origin Crystal."
That bullshit Holy Origin Crystal. This is the letter that lured me into the trap. Fortunately, I took it seriously and searched hard for that broken stone. In the end, I was dragged into that bullshit Void Island. I escaped from death and broke the space-time fragment by myself.
Flow out!
Ye Xiaotian now wants to pull Sang Lao's head over and pluck out the few hateful hairs on his head!
After being silent for a long time, he spoke calmly, without showing any trace of his frenzy: "Xu Xiaoshou, where are you causing trouble again?"
"Central Territory."
"His opponent..."
"Can he still be the Holy Emperor?"
Ye Xiaotian thinks about it too.
Even though he is a semi-saint, he can't do anything about the secrets of his own space now.
Thinking of the two battles that he had spent in the spiritual palace for decades, when he made his debut again, one was for the throne, but he couldn't defeat the Eight Masters, and the other was for the Dao, but he couldn't defeat the underworld, and almost fell into isolation.
After settling for so long, he penetrated into the void, perfected the mysteries, and his combat power was comparable to that of a half-saint.
If you don’t make a sound, it will be a blockbuster!
As for the mysterious water ghost, as long as you think about it, it’s nothing to worry about!
Ye Xiaotian's heart moved, and he vaguely had the idea of going out.
What's more, when I think of Huang Quan, I naturally think of the fact that I still owed a favor to Bazun Shu at that time, and he also had the semi-saint status that Xu Xiaoshou resigned...
It is true that I took advantage of others, and the relationship is serious...
Ye Xiaotian sighed deeply:
"I reject."
I will throw this face on the ground today!
No one can let me step into the whirlpool of the Twin Saints!
No matter how powerful you are, if my spatial prodigy wants to escape, can you really catch me and kill me?
Qianzhi suddenly walked in from outside the door and handed over a space ring without any explanation.
"What?" Ye Xiaotian was confused.
"Aren't you going to save Xiaoshou?" Qianqianzhi raised his eyebrows mysteriously, "The last step..."
What's the last step? Ye Xiaotian looked confused.
"Ah Jie..."
After hearing this, the white-haired Taoist boy turned dark on the spot and stuffed the ring back, "When did I say I was going to see Xu Xiaoshou..."
"Are you really done with your old face?"
Qiao Qian had a look of disgust on his face, but he knew how Ye Xiaotian got his semi-saint status.
This thing is difficult to obtain in the Holy Palace, and if you are canonized under the spotlight, your life will be like that.
Xu Xiaoshou gave it away casually. Such a great favor, how could he take it and forget it?
"Tsk, tsk, tsk..." Qiao Qianzhi shook his head, with a look of shock on his face, and backed away as if he had gotten to know Ye Xiaotian again, until he exited the door.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk..." Xiao Qixiu poked his head in from outside the door, clicked his tongue twice, and then turned back.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk..." Storyteller and Inorganic Ancestor don't know the reason, but they know how to observe words and emotions. If someone tuts, they will follow suit and follow others' opinions.
Ye Xiaotian's lungs were about to explode.
These two immortals will never stop trying to trick people to death, right?
He grabbed the space ring, and it felt like he was grasping a hot mountain... Well, didn't the space ring be stuffed back?
Ye Xiaotian raised his eyes in surprise.
But the wooden door was ajar, and the old face that had moved to a new house had long since disappeared.
In the thatched house, it was quiet for a long time.
"Location." Ye Xiaotian finally raised his eyes.
"Qilin Realm, Gongyang Mountain." Ba Zunzun paused for a moment, "It should still be here."
"Four Symbols Secret Realm?" Ye Xiaotian is from the Holy Palace and the leader of the Golden Pagoda in the Four Symbols Secret Realm. How come he doesn't know the coordinates?
"Yes." Bazun nodded knowingly.
"Xu Xiaoshou, maybe you want to blow up the Four Elephants Secret Realm?" Ye Xiaotian panicked.
He has feelings for the Holy Palace, and he also knows how important the Four Symbols Secret Realm is to the inheritance of the Holy Palace, so he hurriedly asked:
"When will we leave?"
"To be determined."
Bazun smiled knowingly, turned around and walked out of the thatched house, "If something happens to him, he will naturally think of me. If nothing happens..."
Ye Xiaotian scoffed.
He had figured out the nature of Xu Xiaoshou's urine as early as when he was in the state of acquired spiritual refining.
Wherever he is, nothing big will happen?
As the Eight Masters walked out, the three sons of the Spiritual Palace naturally did not dare to leave behind. They were afraid that the Holy Slave and his gang would cause some trouble in the small Spiritual Palace, so they had to follow them all the way.
The group of people left the thatched hut, waited in the night, and walked toward the outer courtyard of the Spiritual Palace.
After enjoying the beautiful scenery of most of the Ling Palace, I returned to the quiet bank of E Lake.
Xuan Wuji suddenly turned his eyes and looked at the house of relocation, and said meaningfully: "Tiansang Ling Palace, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon..."
During the move, he was stunned, and after saying "haha", he said: "The dragon is imprisoned, the tiger is about to come out of the mountain, what else can there be in this spiritual palace?"
"Are you a Tianji Warlock?"
When Xuan Wuji asked this question, even the eight acquaintances couldn't help but look back and took one more look at the ordinary-looking housewarmer.
"No..." Qiao Qianzhi was dumbfounded, "How can I be so virtuous and capable in the art of heavenly secrets..."
"Then what method did you use just now?" What Xuan Wuji saw in his eyes was naturally the special spiritual pattern that appeared in the mid-air when the housewarming scene at Ehu Lake appeared and then receded.
And this person secretly deceived and quietly stuffed the space ring back into Ye Xiaotian's strange hand.
It's a bit similar to Tianjishu, but not like...
Southern magic? It doesn’t seem to be...
"The way of the spiritual formation." He said "hip-hop" twice when he moved to the new house, and his laughter was very dry.
"Haha..." Xuan Wuji's face turned cold, "Then you are a saint-level spiritual formation master?"
"How is that possible? As soon as I broke through the spiritual formation master..."
"This is for the Holy Temple to see. Is it on the surface?" Xuan Wuji was really curious. He couldn't see through the special spirit pattern at a glance. The more he thought about it, the better it became. "What about it secretly?"
After a moment's hesitation, the imitator said: "Spiritual Array, Grand Master?"
Xuan Wuji: "..."
He took a deep look at this person and said, "What a great master of the spiritual formation..."
This wait is just one night.
The few people were very patient and went to watch the geese in E Lake without any impatience, except for one person.
Xiao Qixiu stood all night.
The sword behind him trembled all night.
He comforted him secretly all night.
Until the morning sun shines on E Lake, the sparkling waves break the calmness of the lake.
His hesitation and struggle that lasted all night shattered and turned into absolute determination.
"Keng!"
The sound of a sword was heard in all directions.
Xiao Qixiu stood still from a distance, drew his sword and pointed it at the Eight Masters. The scene of the battle at that time and place perfectly coincided with the current action.
His sword intent soared into the sky, and he could no longer hide it. It rose up step by step, and finally turned into a shout full of fighting spirit:
"Eight Masters!!!"
Ye Xiaotian from the side let out a long sigh, his mind focused on the semi-saint figure.
He knew that almost no one could hold back in front of this swordsman.
After all, he is a person who is known as the pinnacle of swordsmanship.
Nine swordsmanships, eighteen sword styles, three thousand swordsmanship, everything is mastered.
As long as you fight with him, you will definitely be able to experience the charm that you may not be able to learn in your lifetime.
If you hear the Tao in the morning, you will die in the evening.
I’m talking about this moment!
Not to mention that Xiao Qixiu himself had some entanglements with Ba Zunzhen. His disciple Su Qianqian even had his sword taken away by this person and his clan was wiped out.
Being able to endure it until this point, Lao Xiao's character has improved.
But everyone knows that the Eight Masters are certainly not afraid of these, but the consequences of the challenge...
The lessons learned from the past are reflected in the new experience.
It was impossible for Ye Xiaotian to let anything happen to Lao Xiao.
But the few certainty he had was that he could only teleport this person away at the critical moment.
However, whether it can be done or not, and whether Xiao Qixiu is willing or not, is still a matter of two opinions.
"Old Xiao..."
A look of sadness appeared on his face.
He really couldn't understand the temperament of these sword cultivators. Life was so beautiful, not to mention that he had endured it all night. Would he die if he endured it any longer?
"Put down the sword."
Unexpectedly, the eight acquaintances were calm and calm, and they seemed not to accept the challenge.
He just turned around slowly, looked at Xiao Qixiu with yellow eyes, shook his head and said:
"I can no longer take action, nor can I use my sword because of you."
"If you really want to draw a sword against me, you will only respond to them."
The eight masters glanced at the storyteller, Xuan Wuji.
Xuan Wuji doesn't care, he has seen a lot - there are so many Holy Emperors in the inner island who don't want to fight against the Eight Masters, it can only be said that the Holy Continent is full of talents.
The storyteller couldn't help it anymore: "Who are you?"
He didn't even know who this swordsman named Xiao Qixiu was. How could he be worthy of challenging his brother?
Xiao Qixiu turned a deaf ear, his eyes were scarlet, and his body was full of fighting spirit.
However, the Eight Masters saw that this man's swordsmanship had indeed changed, and it was really not the same as Tiansang Sword Cultivator at that time.
"If you succeed and fight for your reputation, I will no longer be your touchstone, but the Seven Swordsmen will."
The eight statues smiled knowingly, picked up the pebbles, and threw them towards the Goose Lake.
The water of Goose Lake was rippling, and the blue sky and white clouds were in pieces. He spoke softly:
"The burning harp and boiling crane that walks out of this lake can fight with the sky and become the master of darkness."
"Ye Xiaotian who walked out of this lake has perfected mysteries, killed Taixu, and is only half a step away from becoming a saint."
"You are still the same Xu Xiaoshou who walked out of this lake, but in just a few years and a half, his achievements are almost above yours."
The eight masters looked back at Xiao Qixiu, who looked slightly dazed:
"You are in the lake, they are outside the lake."
"You feel that you are enlightened, and you are arrogant about everything. After the mirror has passed, this is what you will end up with..."
Following his finger, everyone looked towards the center of Goose Lake.
The fat goose on the lake lowered its head, grabbed the fish in the lake with a snap, and swallowed it whole without even chewing it.
"You will die when you get out of the water, unless you transform into a dragon!"
Xiao Qixiu was stunned and couldn't speak for a long time. At some point, the sword in his hand had been lowered.
Ye Xiaotian was in a daze. Isn't it the same as when Mr. Sang came back from an outing every time and told them not to be complacent in this small spiritual palace? It turns out that he could have made a breakthrough decades earlier...
When he moved to his new home, he lost his consciousness. What he saw was that the two patterns merged together at a perfect node. Life was merging and power was sublimating. His eyes burst out with light. His scalp opened little by little, and his eyes became more and more glaring.
The bigger.
"That's it, that's it..."
No one paid attention to this half-hundred-year-old man who was left behind and had an epiphany at random. However, Xuan Wuji looked at the housewarming as if he had something to say.
Qiao Qian's body tensed up, then he stroked his beard, and he said something with a smile: "So that's it, the reason why goose meat is fat is precisely because it eats the spirit fish. I thought of a new recipe - Hualong
Goose!"
"Well……"
Everyone was separated from the mysterious artistic conception just now, and their expressions were just weird.
Xuan Wuji frowned and looked away.
ill……
I am also sick, but I feel that this person is extraordinary...
"beep."
A soft sound appeared.
Bazun smiled wisely and pulled out a communication bead and looked at the people with different expressions.