Canghua said slowly: "I remember that there is a sacred tree in Qingqiu, which is called Migu. You can see the road without being confused. Yan Yan is about to go to Guixu, and you will inevitably encounter many situations on the road, so you will turn the Migu.
Leave some seeds with her."
Ai Ran's mouth twitched.
Emperor, since you know that the Migu Tree is the sacred tree of my Qingqiu, your mouth is so easy to open...
Ai Ran felt that in the eyes of Emperor Canghua, all the treasures elsewhere except his Guixu were dirt!
Looking down at the teacup that was worth a few copper plates, Airan remembered the big stove that was still hanging in the air and burning fiercely...
He gritted his teeth hard, put his claws back into the show pouch, and pulled out a handful of Migu seeds.
Restraining the pain in his heart, Airan tried to ask in a calm tone: "Is this worthy of tea cups?"
Canghua stretched out his fingers with evenly symmetrical joints and gently picked out a few not particularly full seeds inside, throwing them away with a light move. He put the rest into his wide sleeves with a gentle move.
Then he replied lightly: "Yeah, force it."
Aiyan grinded his back groove and squeezed out two words from the gaps: "Goodbye!"
In the sympathetic eyes of Xie Zhi and Lieshanding, a ray of white mist turned into and left.
Then, Canghua turned his gaze to Xie Xi.
Xie Zhi was stunned and immediately said: "Uh... I also gave it to Miss Yan with a gift!"
Lieshanding: Canghua, are you robbing?
Yes!
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Miao Jingchen fell into the air in panic.
Just now, he was stimulated by Xie Zhi's divine breath. He felt that his lungs were about to explode. The breath in his body was suppressed and could not be used at all, so he fell from a high altitude.
Fortunately, a monk from his commander saw him during the process and caught him, otherwise he would have fallen into a pile of meat paste.
The monk still brought him back to the small courtyard where the eighth aunt formed the formation.
Until his feet were on the solid ground, Miao Jingchen still pressed his chest heavily, his whole body was weak and could not even sit still, so he could only lie on the ground in a mess.
After half a stick of incense, the qi in the meridians gradually revived, the spiritual qi in the dantian finally slowly started to flow, and Miao Jingchen recovered from the almost dying state.
Sitting up with support, Miao Jingchen was still scared.
He is worthy of being a god, and it is indeed not something that ordinary people can easily see!
It seems that the goddess of Qingqiu had mercy on him before, otherwise he would not have been able to get close to him.
I remembered the little white fox whom I missed day and night again...
Miao Jingchen's heart fell in an air.
Do you want to completely forget her?
But that beautiful face really made him feel uncomfortable...
Miao Jingchen's heart gradually became hot and burning because of delusions.
She is a fairy.
The woman he likes is a fairy!
How could a fairy come down to earth easily?
Miao Jingchen looked down at his palm...
He felt that what he had now was far from enough!
I want to touch the fairy's heart, but my family's fortune is still far from that!
He wants to make himself stronger!
Even if there is no such handkerchief;
Even if there is no such a great talisman that can only swallow people;
He has another way!
Who is he?
He is Miao Jingchen!
He has gone from having nothing to this day step by step.
In the future, he will only become stronger and stronger!
After all, he will hold powerful power to make his fairy happy and surrender...
Miao Jingchen's eyes were burned by the obsession in his chest again.
Raising his red eyes, Miao Jingchen looked at the monks following him in front of him.
There were fifty-six monks in front of him, all of whom were in the Yuanying realm.
These monks were his last trump card, his absolute confidant, and the dead soldiers he raised over the years.
Just as he was soothing the breath of his meridians, a monk had already told him that all the monks in the city who were originally bewitched by the Eighth Auntie had now recovered their consciousness.
Although several major families in the city had cultivators who were guarding the courtyard, there were basically no major casualties, and their inner relatives were basically safe. It was probably because although the number of cultivators was large, they were not very high in cultivation. This was probably the same as the eight.
It’s related to the aunt’s cultivation…
After listening quietly to the information his subordinates gave him, Miao Jingchen heard it, and behind this information, there was an ending.
This time, he captured the main city of Juyan Castle and eventually... he was defeated.
Miao Jingchen didn't say anything for a long time. There was no expression on his face.
The monks all looked at him with worried eyes.
They knew that Miao Jingchen had been preparing for this action for many years, but he did not expect that he would lose so badly in the end.
He raised his head, his eyes still calm as usual: "Is there news from the Qi Mansion?"
Everyone immediately calmed down.
Several monks immediately bowed and replied: "Go back to the young master, everything is as usual in the Qi Mansion!"
The flames in Miao Jingchen's eyes ignited instantly, and a sinister smile on his lips, and asked softly again: "Didn't anyone from my Miao family come out?"
The monk in charge nodded immediately: "Since the Miao Mansion waited in, the Qi Mansion has been very quiet and he heard no movement. It seemed that it was an empty mansion and there was no one inside."
Miao Jingchen raised his eyebrows: "Where is Qi Wuji?"
The monk in charge: "Previously, our people have been staring at Qi Wuji. Qi Wuji and his two subordinates have been watching the auction in Hanxiang Palace. Later, the city was in chaos, which disturbed everyone in the ongoing auction house in Hanxiang Palace.
, but there was no movement in Qi Mansion. Even Qi Wuji and his two subordinates seemed to have not returned to the mansion..."
Miao Jingchen thought for a while and asked, "Can something happen inside? Don't you know?"
The monk who led the monk frowned: "I am also worried, but I heard the guards reply and said that I saw the fifth master and the others walking in the mansion through the courtyard wall..."
Hearing this, the smile on the corner of Miao Jingchen's mouth finally gradually expanded, and he could no longer stop laughing wildly at the sky.
All the subordinates looked at each other, not understanding why Miao Jingchen was happy.
Miao Jingchen raised the black cloak embroidered with gold edges and said aloud: "Now, you will follow me to enter the Qi Mansion. As long as we have the Qi Mansion in our hands, everything will be safe!"
After saying that, he took the lead in leading the monks to walk outside the courtyard.
When passing by the garden gate, a tuft of fiery red fox hair lies quietly in the center of the garden path.
Miao Jingchen walked closer, drooped his eyes and glanced at the red fox hair in front of his toes, snorted coldly in his nose, twisted his feet with disgust, trying to twist the troubling of fox hair into the mud.
But the tuft of fox hair seemed to have senses, and it floated up and gently stuck to the upper of his shoe.
Miao Jingchen frowned and shook his feet several times, but he couldn't get rid of them.
He saw that the red fox's hair was disgusting, so he simply attached himself to his lower body and used his hand to twist the hair off the upper part of the shoe to rub it.
But the troubling of fox fur flew up from his fingertips, and rode a passing breeze and suddenly turned straight towards Miao Jingchen's face.
At that moment, Miao Jingchen seemed to see the last unwilling resentful soul of Aunt Eighth, and rushed towards him with her teeth and claws.
Miao Jingchen was shocked and suddenly retreated.
Seeing this, the monks behind him immediately surrounded him and protected Miao Jingchen in the center.
A monk saw the red fox hair that was still floating in the air, and sacrificed the fire-attributed spiritual energy to burn it.
A gust of wind blew, and the fox's hair was suddenly blown into the sky, suddenly dissipated and disappeared.
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Note: The head of "Nanshan Jing" is called Queshan. Its head is called Zhaoyao Mountain... There is a tree, its shape is like a valley and its black texture, and its flowers shine four times, and its name is: Misty Valley. The pendant is not confused.