The cohabiting fairy emperor of the female president

Whether it is a practitioner or an ordinary person, without a soul, they no longer have consciousness.

Xiao Zhe's catastrophe, he had already counted it.

It was also he who begged Bai Yingyao for the life extension pill.

If not, how could that girl give such a precious thing to Xiao Zhe.

Macho charm?That's all bullshit.

There is no need for the patron saint to tell Xiao Zhe these things.

His own path needs to be walked by himself.

The dignified Immortal Emperor, every move is under the control of others.

If Xiao Zhe knew about it, he didn't know how he would feel.

Maybe, he will really fight desperately with the Patronus.

Along the way, most of the setbacks he endured were inseparable from the figure of this old man.

Even if he saved his life, such a good deed cannot be taken in vain.

As the patron saint said, what is the way of heaven?
If you pay, you will get something. This is the way of heaven.

　 "The netherworld?"

Xiao Zhe couldn't help frowning, he was in the fairy world, but he had never heard of the existence of this world.

A fight between immortals must be earth-shattering.

Immortality is not true death.

Therefore, in a battle of that level, if you want to completely kill your opponent, you will definitely not let your soul go.

Xiao Zhe was also lucky, escaped with a ray of spirit, and achieved his current self.

　 "How to get to the Netherworld?" Xiao Zhe asked.

Presumably the so-called nether world is the hell that the world recognizes.

No matter where Long Qingcheng is, he will make a breakthrough.

　 "Now you are not qualified enough." The patron saint said with a smile.

Xiao Zhe frowned, chills burst out, and said coldly: "Are you kidding me?"

　 "You little brat, what is this old man playing with you!"

Looking at Xiao Zhe's anxious expression, the patron saint smiled helplessly, and continued: "The Nether world is full of ghost cultivators, and their strength is not bad. It won't help if you go."

　 "The mountains of swords and seas of fire, I want to go too, you just need to tell me how to get to the nether world!" Xiao Zhe said with a frown.

If there is really no other way, he might go to the Tianhuo Palace and fight to the death with the Night Demon Lord.

But now, he just knows the way to save Long Qingcheng.

In any case, he was going to give it a try.

　 "Never mind!"

The patron saint smiled lightly, and said, "It's easy to go to the Netherworld, you just need to open the passage with great strength."

　 After a pause, the patron saint continued: "Also, only spirits and spirits can enter the nether world."

　 "How difficult is that, I will enter with my soul."

After the words fell, Xiao Zhe's forehead bloomed with a flash of light.

Then, the soul left the body and appeared in front of the patron saint.

The patron saint nodded, and said: "This old man can restore your spirit to the realm of an immortal emperor, but please bear in mind that you only have half an hour, and I can only use this method once."

　 "I see."

Xiao Zhe nodded slightly, looked at the phantom of the patron saint, and said respectfully: "Please help me, my lord."

The patron saint rolled his eyes helplessly, and called him old man when it was not needed.

Be as rude as you can be.

Begging to his head, this little mouth also became sweet.

　 "Come on, you still call me the old man, the old man can listen more comfortably." The patron saint waved his hand and said.

Xiao Zhe grinned and said nothing.

In fact, he also likes the old man.

That's how it looks close.

Immediately, the patron saint mobilized its power and instilled in Xiao Zhe's soul.

Immediately, Xiao Zhe's spirit burst forth.

Immediately afterwards, a very powerful spiritual aura lingered in the entire room.

If it wasn't for the patron saint's preparation, the rules of heaven here would have forced him to be killed.

A moment later, the patron saint withdrew his power, and Xiao Zhe returned to his peak state.

　 "What a powerful force, a long-lost feeling!"
Xiao Zhe looked at his hands, and his pupils lit up with golden light.

Under the action of the eyes of reincarnation, he could clearly see the powerful immortal energy in the meridians.

Immortal Yuan is by no means comparable in spiritual power, the two are not at the same level.

　 "Go, boy, your time is limited, if you can't save that girl, you won't be able to come back yourself."

If it wasn't for the patron saint's alarmist talk, there are no longer a few practitioners all over the world.

Why is no one able to escape from the Netherworld.

Even if the cultivator's cultivation is good, in that world, the spiritual power is suppressed.

Even if there is no spiritual suppression, it is impossible to escape.

It is a world, and naturally there are many strong people guarding it.

Even if Xiao Zhe's spiritual cultivation is restored to the realm of the Immortal Emperor, a hard fight will be inevitable.

In short, everything he can do has been done for this kid.

Next, it depends on his own creation.

Xiao Zhe nodded, rather complaining, glanced at the patron saint, and said: "You old fellow, if you don't show it earlier and let me destroy the night lord, how can you have the current situation?" Trouble."

boom!
Xian Yuan exploded.

Xiao Zhe shot across the space, and a passage appeared.

Immediately, his figure disappeared, and he embarked on the road to the Netherworld.

　 "You brat, you're blaming me!"

The patron saint shook his head helplessly and smiled wryly.

He could only help Xiao Zhe this time.

After this time, the road ahead still needs to be walked by himself.

According to the rules of heaven, he should not have intervened in this matter.

Long Qingcheng's death was also the fate of that girl.

But as the patron saint, what is he going to do after all.

Looking at Xiao Zhe who was full of pain, he really couldn't bear it and stood by.

　 "I hope this kid doesn't mess around."

The patron saint let out a melancholy voice, the secular world has changed because of Xiao Zhe's appearance.

Of course, it's on the bright side.

He has gained a lot of power of faith, and the whole world is full of peace.

If the turmoil in the other world can be quelled, the mission entrusted to Xiao Zhe will be fulfilled.

The dignified Immortal Emperor has never realized that he is the lucky one chosen by the patron saint.

At that time, the aura of heaven and earth will reappear in glory.

He can walk out, more powerful monks, and he doesn't need to make those many restrictions.

Because of the killing, the patron saint had to restrict the rules of heaven.

Although this move saved many monks, it could not give birth to a strong man.

He was more worried that Xiao Zhe would act impulsively. If so, the power of faith he had obtained in the secular world would disappear.

Forget it, all the help has been done, and it is useless to think about it.

The patron saint glanced at Long Qingcheng, who was lying on the bed, and said with a smile: "You are lucky, girl, it's rare that this kid is willing to risk his life for you."

　 "Since that's the case, the old man will give you another fortune!"

The patron saint squinted his eyes, his fingertips burst into strength, and a ray of light sank into Long Qingcheng's forehead.

Immediately, she saw the figure of the golden dragon suspended from her body.

After this power merged with it, the appearance of the long dragon changed, as if it had transformed into a golden dragon of five colors.

Roar!
The dragon roared and burst out with great power.

Although the bloodline has improved again, this power is still not worth mentioning in front of the patron saint.

He just waved his palm lightly, and easily suppressed that force.

Then, the patron saint continued to cast spells to perfectly integrate this power with Long Qingcheng's body.

Until now, the five-color golden dragon has disappeared.

After doing all this, the patron saint returned to his own space.

With this divine dragon body guard, even if there is no enchantment, monks below the level of distraction can hardly hurt her in the slightest.

On the bed, Long Qingcheng still slept peacefully, unaware of any changes in himself.

It's just that her slightly pale cheeks were flushed.

Together with the breath, it is much more stable than before.

From this moment on, the power of the Great Dao obtained by Long Qingcheng belongs only to her.

Unless she is willing to give it up, no one can take it away.

Even if her physical body has intimate actions with Xiao Zhe, she still won't lose this power.

This girl has been tested, and the Patronus is also happy with the beauty of adulthood.

　 Heaven Fire Palace!
A massacre is underway.

Xiong Zhengyang and Tan Yushan personally led the disciples, and fought against a group of demon cultivators.

However, on the site of Tianhuo Palace, all the monks were blessed with demon energy.

All the disciples of Qianhe Sword Sect felt weak.

However, after all, it is the existence of a first-class force.

The disciples of the two sides have little difference in background.

Even if there are some deficiencies, they are still intimidated by the unique momentum from the sword cultivator.

Under the blessing of demon energy, Ji Xue squandered the powerful power of the Dao Realm.

Even if Xiong Zhengyang and Tan Yushan join forces, they are still at a disadvantage.

　 "Ji Xue, don't help the tyrant again, don't you have the heart to bury the hundreds of years of Tianhuo Palace's foundation at your hands!" Xiong Zhengyang shouted.

　 "Brother, don't say too much, this crazy woman is hopeless!"

Tan Yushan snorted coldly, then shouted loudly, "Xiaoyao Sword Art!"

Thousands of sword shadows bloomed, and under the urging of the formula, they all slashed at Ji Xue.

Ji Xue didn't move, she just glanced lightly at that fierce attack.

She raised her white palm, and a ray of devilish energy seeped out, breaking the sword's momentum.

Then, Ji Xue disappeared, and hit Tan Yushan with a palm from the air.

Tan Yushan's eyes widened in an instant. His distracted cultivation was actually far from that of this crazy woman.

Seeing that the palm would hit, Xiong Zhengyang didn't hesitate anymore, he held the Shujiu sword in his hand, and broke out the sword force.

boom!
The huge impact force surrounds the entire square.

The disciples below are all unsteady on their feet.

Ye Xing raised his head and squinted, and couldn't help but smack his lips.

In his eyes, this level of confrontation is tantamount to abnormality.

The next moment!
The disciple of Tianhuo Palace slashed at him with a sword.

The corners of Ye Xing's mouth curled up, and he said contemptuously: "Why can't my suzerain dislike Ji Xue, and how can I deal with you people?"

After the words fell, he flicked his fingers lightly, shaking the opponent's long sword away.

Immediately afterwards, the soles of his feet stepped on the ground, his body turned, and he struck out with a sword.

boom! boom! boom!
The sword energy exploded, and several disciples died, turning into demonic energy and dissipating.

Ye Xing grinned and said, "Have fun!"

The most aggrieved suzerain in the history of Qianhe Sword Sect finally had a chance to show his talents.

　 "Junior Brother Ziyuan, let me help you!"

The corners of Ye Xing's mouth reached to the base of his ears, and a fierce sword energy struck directly behind Li Ziyuan.

Li Ziyuan was startled and quickly flashed away.

Then, the people who besieged him lost several people under this sword.