spirit walker

Chapter 469
Wang Qian's eyes fell and he looked at the counter. He couldn't see the spirit body, but the musician's spirit could sense something there.

He raised his eyes and looked at Yuanshi Tianzun with longing and pleading eyes.

Zhang Yuanqing breathed out the air of the sun again, and threw it on his face gracefully and gracefully. Wang Qian only felt his face turn cold, and frost seemed to form around his eye sockets.

He felt that his eyesight had been endowed with a certain ability, and immediately looked at the counter, and sure enough, he saw a cute baby with sparse lanugo lying on his stomach.

The difference from before is that the baby's big black eyes are full of agility, and occasionally flashes of wisdom, no longer empty and ignorant.

Wang Qian's eyes softened all of a sudden, and he picked up Ying Ling, "My sister would be so happy to see you. Her child is still here, always here."

It is also possible that the mother and child were reunited on the spot. Zhang Yuanqing complained in his heart and said:
"Ordinary people will get sick from fright when they see a spirit body, I advise you to give up this bold idea.

"You have 15 minutes to contact the spirit body and see the spirit body, so you can catch up on the old days."

After all, enter the depths of the hotel.

Take the elevator upstairs to the leftmost room on the third floor, Zhang Yuanqing knocked on the door.

"Crack!"

The door handle automatically unscrewed, and then slowly opened inward.

Zhang Yuanqing stepped into the room, walked through the porch into the living room, glanced over, and saw Palace Master Zhisha sitting lazily behind the desk with the window behind him.

The light outside the window poured into the room, she was bathed in the light, her hair was shining, but her face was shrouded in shadow.

Seeing Zhang Yuanqing coming in, the beautiful eyes under the silver mask burst into joyful brilliance, but after careful inspection, the eyes suddenly sank and became indifferent.

The light affected Zhang Yuanqing's perception of words and expressions, and he said unconsciously:
"Palace Master, I."

Just as he finished speaking, he suddenly felt a murderous aura attacking his head, and then his hands and feet tightened. Before he could react, he floated up and was hung in mid-air.

A series of question marks flashed in Zhang Yuanqing's mind.

"I'm very angry." The Mistress of the Killing Palace pushed the table up and walked slowly, a pair of exquisite and jade-like feet looming under the hem of her skirt.

She stopped in front of Zhang Yuanqing, raised her head, and said coldly:

"I hate people putting hats on me, even if I'm a scumbag. For unclean men, my solution is to castrate them, soak them in pig cages, hang them for 49 days, and make them into bacon."

She suddenly sniffled, gritted her teeth and said, "Sure enough, you are an unclean person, you have the body odor of other women on you!!"

After all, she summoned a snow-white sharp blade with cold eyes, and pressed it against Zhang Yuanqing's crotch:

"It seems that there is only castration."

"Mistress of the palace, please speak up if you have something to say."

His hips were cold, Zhang Yuanqing, who was in a daze, finally came to his senses, knowing that he and Guan Ya made a friendship with Guan Bao, and the palace lord noticed it.

She is jealous.

The Hongluan star official is in charge of marriage, and his sensitivity in this aspect is probably stronger than that of astrology.

"Is there anything to say," said Palace Mistress Zhisha in a cold tone:

"After cutting the filth under you, I will use the source of life liquid to help you recover, and you will be clean again. Remember in the future, you use it once, and I will cut it once."

Has she really cured her mental illness? Why do I feel more serious? It’s like the devil Zhang Yuanqing is trying to open the item bar and summon items to fight against the mad batch.

But found that he lost the induction with the inventory.

This was the first time he encountered such a situation since he became a spiritual practitioner.

Zhang Yuanqing's heart sank, he suspected that the palace master's illness was getting worse, and he could do anything madly.

Although he had the source of life liquid to heal his injuries, he didn't want to experience the pain of losing a good chicken.

"Palace Master, if you have something to say, you are the most important person in my heart." Zhang Yuanqing recalled the teacher's teachings while trying to appease the mad critic.

The Master of the Killing Palace held a knife, gestured at his crotch, and suddenly sighed:
"I still can't bear to blame you, forget it, find a chance to kill Guan Ya to vent your anger."

Then you let me down, hiss, the tightening became tighter. Zhang Yuanqing took a breath, and the red threads as thin as hair were strangled into the flesh one by one, dripping with blood.

He tentatively asked: "Palace Master, can you let me down first?"

After saying this, the red thread tightened even more, and blood beads continued to flow along the red thread.

Zhang Yuanqing shut up obediently.

At this time, the master of the killing palace put away all his emotions, walked to the table, and took out a clay pot the size of a football, and ten gold bars engraved with dazzling runes.

"I extracted the essence of the remaining life source liquid and stored it in a clay pot. The divine power of the sun was sealed in gold. The gold is a temporary container I entrusted a craftsman to make. It can only hold them for three days. After three days, the gold will be gone. It will melt, you should absorb it as soon as possible." The palace lord said lightly.

Everything is ready for him.

Three days is enough. After entering the dungeon, I will practice the Pure Yang Cleansing Record. If I can enter the dungeon again and rise to level 5, I should be able to protect myself and survive the ominous omen of tortoise shell divination. .

"Why does it have to be promoted in the instance?" Palace Master Zhisha asked.

Zhang Yuanqing told the other party about the divination of the tortoise shell, and said: "I guess, in the future, they may be matched with high-level spiritual practitioners instead of playing with their peers."

The palace lord leaned against the edge of the table, tapped her chin with her finger, "Your guess is right."

That's right, I will form teams with high-level spiritual realm walkers in the future. Zhang Yuanqing raised his brows: "How do you know?"

"I won't tell you, you ungrateful heartless man." The Mistress of the Killing Palace dragged her long skirt, walked to the door, and hummed: "You hang here, you can come down after dark."

In the capital, in the secret room.

"I said that I don't like innocent and passionate men, and your Seventeenth brother has been dead for so many years." Victoria lit a lady's cigarette, puffed in the dark green candlelight, and said slowly:

"Sunshine and cheerful, warm to others, high self-esteem, naive thinking, that's about it. He has super talent and is an awe-inspiring strongman.

"But some of his thoughts are very naive. I remember when he was pursuing me, one day he suddenly said a word: Do you want to join his swords and become a respected partner who can save the world."

Brother Seventeen is still in the second grade?But because he was in secondary school, he joined the Xiaoyao organization. Lingjun recalled his gentle brother in his impression, and felt that there was some drama.

After the exchange with Yuanshi Tianzun, he inquired about the background of the Xiaoyao organization, and learned about the exaggerated slogan of the Second Second.

Now hearing Victoria talking about the old things, it is more and more certain that Brother Seventeen is the Night God in the Shadow Twins.

Victoria's red lips rolled her eyes, "I don't like this kind of man. I prefer a scumbag who is only 15 years old and eats my tofu with the audacity to say that a young man matches a young woman, and even nine cows can't be separated."

Lingjun's face was embarrassed, and it was another woman. He had already started to talk wildly at this time, but he felt ashamed of Victoria, and suppressed his inner feelings, not wanting to let this unethical relationship revive.

"Is there any more?" He silently changed the subject.

Victoria dusted off the cigarette ash, "However, after you reminded me, I remembered that a year before he returned to the spiritual realm, he seemed to have had a fight with the Great Elder, Red Sun Executioner, and the conflict was very intense."

"What's the reason?" Ling Jun asked hurriedly.

"This is the most interesting part. After that day, the Chiri Execution Officer removed Lingtuo from the Taiyi Sect. The specific reason has not been disclosed to the public, and I don't know."

Ling Jun suddenly said: "It turns out that Brother Seventeen was expelled by the elder, and my father acquiesced in this matter. This information will not be written in the materials. Only the elders of the year will know. It is true that every family is like a treasure."

Victoria's pretty face sank: "There is an old man in the family?"

"In my eyes, even if you are a hundred years old, you are still so beautiful and moving." Lingjun talked about love unconsciously, and then stopped quickly, saying:

"What else? Well, what you find suspicious."

"Yes," Victoria's eyes sparkled. After talking so much, she has completely entered the state of handling the case, and more unreasonable details of what happened back then came to her mind:

"Not long after your seventeenth brother returned to the spiritual realm, another elder also returned to the spiritual realm. His ID is 'Mountain and River Forever'.

"The loss of two elders in one year is a bit unreasonable. After all, there was no violent conflict with the evil organization back then. However, I am not very familiar with that elder. He is the generation with the most senior experience, and I am a young and strong faction. Among them, the elder lives in seclusion and does not deal with the affairs of the family, so there is no official interaction."

While talking, a resentful spirit came to the secret room holding a notebook.

In Ling Jun's eyes, it was the notebook that flew away by itself and came floating in.

Victoria took the laptop, opened the Taiyimen database, and searched for the words "mountains and rivers last forever", and the result showed: the entry does not exist!
"His information has also been cleared." Victoria closed the notebook. "At least one thing is confirmed. This person's death is closely related to your seventeenth brother's death."

"This is a clue, how should we check the information of 'Mountains and Rivers Eternal'?" Ling Jun asked.

"It's useless to check the information. The information that can be kept in the information is often easily erased. It is most effective to inquire about the insider." Victoria thought clearly, and said:

"He has a very good relationship with Elder Sun, and we can consider making a breakthrough from Elder Sun."

"Confused old grandson" Ling Jun nodded thoughtfully.

At this time, the flame of the white candle that was about to burn out flickered, changing from a dark green color to an orange flame.

The Secret Blessing is complete.

Above the East China Sea, the ocean rises and falls.

A ray of golden light swept across the sky, flying above the boundless ocean.

In the golden light, that figure was as graceful as a ghost, with an extraordinary fairy appearance, like a goddess above the nine heavens, untouched by the mortal aura.

After flying for an unknown amount of time, a large piece of land and forest appeared in front of him, and in the distance, there was an endless wilderness, and at the end of the wilderness was an invisible peak.

"Found the Land of the Rising Sun"

Empress Sandaoshan was overjoyed, she immediately speeded up, and the golden light flew towards the high mountain at the end of the wilderness like a meteor.

Not long after, she came to the top of the mountain soaring into the clouds. It was empty and there was nothing.

"Is the Fusang sacred tree not in the spirit realm?"

Empress Sandaoshan frowned slightly, this was different from the information she obtained from the bosses in the spiritual realm.

The Hibiscus Sacred Tree is the place where the sun rises, inhabiting the legendary Golden Crow, and the Golden Crow is very likely to be the source of the Riyou God and the source of the sun's divine power.

After a lot of hard work, she finally found the place where the sun rose, but there was nothing here.

While wondering, suddenly, a voice came from behind:

"The sacred tree of Fusang is not in the dungeon, it is left in Gao Tianyuan in the island country, because there is a demon refining pot in the sacred tree, at the beginning of the birth of the spirit realm, it could not accommodate the original artifact of the musician profession, and later, it was found by someone Deliberately left it in Gao Tianyuan."

The Empress of Sandao Mountain suddenly looked back, and saw a figure standing behind her.

His body was between illusion and reality, his face was shrouded in a golden mist, his facial features could not be seen clearly, but his eyes were gentle and familiar.

"You are." Empress Sandaoshan subconsciously pointed like a sword, and the divine power of the sun in her body showed signs of boiling.

She felt that these eyes were very familiar, but she couldn't remember them.

After thinking for a few seconds, Empress Sandaoshan's beautiful face changed slightly: "You are the one in my dreams."

The man laughed and said:

"My lady, I woke you up, have you ever thought about why the ancient practitioners who were brought into the spiritual world basically became dungeon bosses, but you are the exception?
"I've come to see you this time because I want to ask for something."

Empress Sandaoshan squinted her eyes, "You helped me get rid of the control of the spirit realm? Why hide my head and show my tail, and come to see me in real body."

"There is something wrong with the real body, so I can't see you." While speaking, the golden mist on the man's face dissipated, revealing his true face.

Empress Sandaoshan's face paled, and she could hardly control her tone of voice, she said in a trembling voice:

"It's you?!"

At eight o'clock in the evening, Zhang Yuanqing returned to Fujia Bay in ragged clothes.

After taking off the clothes torn by the red thread, washing off the blood stains on his body, and comforting Guan Ya, he lay on the bed, closed his eyes and adjusted his breath, waiting for the copy to arrive.

Nothing happened all night.

It wasn't until seven o'clock the next day that a reminder from the spirit realm finally came from my ears.

PS: The typo is corrected first and then corrected.Promote the book: "Global Cards: I Created an Oriental Mythical Card Group".

(End of this chapter)