The First World War was so intense that the Fourteenth Princess no longer had the intention of wandering around with An Qisheng, and hurriedly returned to the imperial city.

On the contrary, An Qisheng was carrying the black devil armor, Ling Tiange, under the watchful eyes of countless people, was still strolling around the city slowly, as if he had not just experienced a war, but a scholar who had just returned from the spring.

Let countless people be amazed and admired.

They asked themselves if they had just faced such a battle and were threatened by the supreme power in the world, Sect Master Ling Tian, ​​how could nothing be done and nothing happened.

There were also some people who looked at him with envy and jealousy at the long armour and armour he was carrying. It was a marquis-level spiritual treasure, the headmaster of the sects, and the elders were not qualified to take charge.

That is the spiritual treasure left by the two marquis-level masters. It contains their 'laws and principles'. It is the most powerful weapon and a powerful inheritance.

The East Continent is as numerous as the stars, many of the many small sects that have been extinguished from now on are created by the loose cultivators who obtained a spiritual treasure, and did not hand it over to the big sect in exchange for medicinal pills.

Of course, such sects tend to perish faster.

The short-lived flowers can still be seen, and most of these sects are destroyed in a flash, but the status of Lingbao can also be seen.

It's a pity that not everyone has the courage to suppress the true biography of the elders of the sect holy land one after another like An Qisheng, and even kill the killer, even the sect master of Lingtian sect dares to offend.

Not to mention, An Qisheng's displayed combat power is enough to change anyone's color.

Although Lingbao is good, no one can take it.

"Crush the vacuum..."

An Qisheng was walking on the long street carelessly. On the empty street, someone occasionally glanced outside and avoided it.

He didn't care, thinking about shattering the vacuum in his heart.

Convince the spirit to refine the form, the exterior scene is combined with the spirit, the form and spirit have the ability to transform the body of the god, the blood and energy are soaring to the sky, and the sky is transformed into the heaven.

Next, the vacuum is pulverized.

Those who smash the vacuum, one blow is enough to smash the vacuum, tearing the body of the void and crossing it, for a million miles in an instant, like a dragon, seeing the beginning but not the end.

It is difficult for someone to kill someone who has cultivated into a vacuum-shattering powerhouse. Even if he is smashed into pieces by someone, the power of the void contained in his body can reshape his body.

hum~

A humming sounded in his heart, and An Qisheng's thoughts moved, and a ray of divine intent was separated to look down at the cave in his body.

Outside the cave, the starry sky unfolds, and in the vast and deep starry sky, the 'stars' slowly rotate.

But these stars are extremely illusory and do not seem to exist.

Only one of the stars was as bright as a bucket and as bright as the sun. At this time, as one side of the black hole was captured, there was another 'solid' among the stars in the sky.

That is Fang Lingsu, in which there is Fang Lingsu's cave.

Countless illusory stars revolved around the two sun-like 'stars', as if capturing and converging towards them.

In the end, the cave of others is the cave of others. It’s okay to use it for a while, but it can’t be used as the foundation of one’s own.

The countless stars in the true form of An Qisheng's galaxy are the reflections of the gods in the body. Perceiving and absorbing the breath of these two caves is to deduce his own cave.

This process is not too fast, because there are not many references.

"However, it won't take long."

An Qisheng's thoughts turned, and he landed on the silent crowd in the cave.

Feng Changming and others thought that he wanted to capture their cave, but he thought too much. He didn't need other people's caves at all, he just needed to understand the pros and cons of their condensed caves.

Other people's cave, after all, is other people's cave.

......

The war is over.

This battle did not seem to last long, but the shock it brought was unprecedented.

Fang Lingsu, who was expected to succeed the leader of Ling Tianzong three hundred years ago, was killed in Tianjiao City!

The murderer is still a Taoist from Yuanyang!

It only took half a year before and after, first to suppress the true inheritance of the three major sect elders, and then suppress the descendants of the Mingyue Holy Land. At this time, even the heirs of Ling Tianzong were killed!

Countless people were shocked, and they were once again shocked by this name.

"What a dragon crossing the river! I once guessed that this Yuanyang Taoist was most likely a loose cultivator who got a fortuitous encounter, but now it seems that he must have been born in the Holy Land!"

"Kill Fang Lingsu and **** Ling Tiange! This person is going to be with Ling Tianzong forever! I heard that there are already killers out of the 'Mutian Pavilion', eyeing them, presumably Ling Tianzong has offered a reward!"

"'Mutian Pavilion' is said to be a secret organization inherited from ancient times. It is said that even the ten major sects and the three holy places have to give some face. They make a move, this Yuanyang Taoist is only afraid of danger... "

"On the contrary, I feel that this scene is very similar to a thousand years ago, and this Yuanyang Taoist is probably the next Tianding Emperor!"

"The vacuum-shattering powerhouses appear one after another. This is the top of Dongzhou, the strongest group of people in the world. The situation in Dongzhou is about to rise, stay away from Tianjiao City, no, Tianding Kingdom."

Countless people are speculating about his origins.

No one believed that he was a loose cultivator, they only thought that he was a dragon crossing the river from other big states, and behind it must be a more powerful holy land.

There has never been such a reckless loose cultivator in the past.

......

The early morning sun dispelled the early morning fog.

In the majestic and majestic Wanfa Mountain, on the unique 'Qi Refining Platform' on the top of Miaoshan Mountain, Yuan Duxiu slowly exhaled a turbid breath, ending the early morning purple breath.

He condensed the true form of the big sun, and the purple qi rising from the sun every day has a far greater effect on him than others. This can be seen from the fact that he has already condensed the spiritual form.

Miao Meng's help was of course, but the most important thing was his own efforts.

He thought so.

Believe it or not.

When he opened his eyes, there was a beautiful girl in a Luo skirt serving him.

Master Yuan, this is the 'spiritual porridge' prepared by the master for you. There are eighty-eight grains of Longya rice, ninety-nine sea pearls... Seven hundred and seventy thousand years of Qingkong juice. Made of seven kinds of spiritual materials, it is the most nourishing for the body. "

The girl bowed slightly and offered the 'spiritual porridge', lowered her head, and concealed her envy.

This bowl of 'spiritual porridge' is as precious as ten Dongtian Pills.

However, the headmaster, several elders, and ten first true inheritors in the millennium only received treatment, and no more than twenty people in the entire Wanfa Building could drink this mouthful of spiritual porridge.

This bowl is Master's own share.

As long as I live, I can only look at it and smell it.

Thinking about it, the girl feels a little bit of self-pity, why is she not a male cultivator...

"let it go."

Yuan Duxiu just glanced at it lightly.

"This......"

The girl hesitated slightly: "Master ordered, and said he wanted to watch you drink."

"Do you think I'll give this precious spiritual porridge to others?"

Yuan Duxiu asked a question.

The girl thought for a while. If you replace such a bowl of spiritual porridge with herself, not to mention anyone else, even if it is her own, it is impossible for them to take a sip.

"I just swallowed and exhaled the purple qi for a while, and the blood qi boiled for a while, and I can't use it for the time being."

Yuan Duxiu said again.

Only then did the girl put down the spirit porridge, bowed, and slowly retreated.

"Miao Meng began to doubt my progress..."

Yuan Duxiu frowned slightly.

After sending spirit porridge for several months, this was the first time that he wanted to watch him drink it. Obviously, Miao Meng was not satisfied with his progress after spending a lot of resources.

"Your spiritual form is initially condensed, and the big sun can't be said to have both form and spirit, and it is barely able to do it. Next is when you need a lot of resources to condense the 'big sun body'. If you can't condense it, you have no chance to get it. More to you 'little brother'..."

Mu Longcheng said half of his words and did not persuade him again.

Since these days, he has thoroughly understood Yuan Duxiu, a young man with a broken family, who has a strong hatred for himself and infinite guilt for his 'brother'.

With a spirit of sacrifice, his only weakness is his 'little brother'.

Even Mu Longcheng didn't think at first that Yuan Duxiu was actually worried about his 'little brother'. This discovery left him a little speechless.

"Lin Xunlong has condensed the 'Battle King's body' and the combat power is unparalleled..."

Yuan Duxiu frowned deeply.

He learned of the existence of the 'Tianjiao Zhuwangtai' from Miao Meng's mouth, and he knew how much resources Lin Xunlong got at this time, I'm afraid it won't be much inferior to himself at this time.

Taking a deep breath, he picked up the spirit porridge and swallowed it in small mouthfuls.

hum~

A gentle humming sound came from his whole body, and when he really drank it, Yuan Duxiu knew the power of this spirit porridge.

No digestion at all and no taste at all.

A burst of warm current has spread to every tiny part of his body, and he can clearly perceive the progress of his physique.

Gentle but not domineering, slow and without trouble.

Consolidate the foundation, eliminate old wounds, cleanse the blood and marrow, strengthen the viscera...

“Good porridge!”

Feeling the immediate effect in the body, Yuan Duxiu's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but blurt out.

"Naturally good porridge!"

Almost at the same time, a cold voice sounded in his ear, Yuan Duxiu was startled, and almost subconsciously shot.

Good to react.

As soon as he looked up, he saw Miao Meng, a woman in red standing against the wind three feet away in front of him.

Miao Meng stood up against the wind, her red skirt moved slightly, she looked particularly bright and agile, and she was the best in the world in terms of appearance and shape.

"How did you come?"

Yuan Duxiu's heart groaned, but her face remained calm.

The relationship between him and Miao Meng is very delicate. Although they have set the status of 'Dao Companion', they both know the truth.

"A bowl of spiritual porridge has the hard work of tens of thousands of monks, and the nine great dynasties downstairs of Wanfa, including the labor of more than one billion people, cannot be wasted."

Miao Meng's eyes were faint, and her expression was as cold as her voice: "I didn't pursue it in the past, and in the future, don't waste the slightest."

Yuan Duxiu pondered Miao Meng's thoughts, and was not afraid: "In what tone did you ask me? A trader, or a 'daoist'?"

"How is the trader?"

Miao Meng asked back.

"It's a transaction, whether it's spiritual porridge or medicine pill, if it's given to me, it should be handled by me."

Yuan Duxiu did not retreat.

He agreed that the name 'Dao Companion' was really a deal, not just for himself.

If he didn't even have this bit of freedom, why would he despise himself so much to be a cauldron?

Hearing this, Miao Meng was not angry either, her eyes flashed and she glanced at him lightly: "What if it was a Taoist companion?"

"If it is a Taoist companion..."

Yuan Duxiu paused: "You can't even care about me."

"With your cultivation, dare to be so tough in front of me..."

Ripples appeared in Miao Meng's calm eyes, but she ignored the matter and asked instead:

"A few days ago in Tianjiao City, a Taoist named Yuanyang killed Fang Lingsu of Ling Tianzong. The headmaster believed that this person was the one who killed Lin Huibai..."

The 'Dragon Tortoise Mirror' of Wanfa Building can reveal the bloodline and bone age of a person, and it can also be traced back to the source.

Wanfalou naturally knew the origin of Yuan Duxiu very well, and even with his cultivation, Wanfalou could not be deceived.

Incognito is not something everyone can do.

"impossible!"

Hearing this, Yuan Duxiu immediately shook his head: "The people in the world are immeasurable. The person surnamed Yuan may not necessarily be a member of my Yuan family, and this Yuan Yang may not necessarily be the Yuan Yang who killed Lin Huibai."

He knew very well who committed Lin Xunbai's death, but how could his younger brother be able to kill Fang Lingsu?

What kind of talent can surpass the 300-year practice of Ling Tianzong's first True Inheritance in just over a year?

Therefore, he did not believe that the well-known 'Yuanyang Daoist' was his own younger brother.

There is not even the slightest suspicion~lightnovelpub.net~ Even the ancient Heavenly Venerate, the Holy Emperor, and the Supreme couldn't have done such a thing at such a young age.

"It seems that you know Yuan Yang who killed Lin Xunbai?"

Miao Meng glanced at Yuan Duxiu thoughtfully:

"I have calculated with the 'dragon tortoise great art'. The source of your Yuan family's bloodline is one of the thousand grandsons of the Taikoo people. It has been passed down from generation to generation and has a connection with your bloodline. There is only one person in this world, and that person is you. My little brother..."

Huhu~

The wind was blowing from the top of the mountain, and Miao Meng's red clothes flew through the room, her face became more and more pale and cold: "What's his name?"

"Are you suspicious of my little brother?"

Yuan Duxiu's chest rose and fell slightly, and her eyes glowed red with flames. She couldn't hold back her emotions.

"He's still a kid!"