Tian Yuan

This tripod is exactly the treasure that helped Chen Qingyuan move his family to the old land.

The black cauldron was already seriously damaged, because of that incident, it was consumed too much and fell into a deep sleep.

"I said that if I have a chance, I will definitely make up for you."

Chen Qingyuan pays great attention to commitment.

Hei Ding has suffered so much, Chen Qingyuan will definitely not treat it badly.

After saying that, Chen Qingyuan took out several Qiankun bags, and poured all the spirit stones inside into the black cauldron.

The ancient black cauldron is like a bottomless pit. Chen Qingyuan threw 10 yuan of top-quality spirit stones, but he couldn't make any waves.

"Come again."

Gritting his teeth, Chen Qingyuan took out another 10 yuan of top-grade spirit stones and threw them into the tripod.

Half an hour passed, and the spirit stones were all independently refined by the black cauldron.

However, still no response.

"It's a little too much!"

Chen Qingyuan showed a painful expression.

Things have already started, how can they stop halfway.

In this way, Chen Qingyuan threw more than 70 top-grade spirit stones, tens of millions of top-grade spirit stones, and hundreds of millions of middle-grade spirit stones.

Finally, the black cauldron trembled slightly.

Seeing this situation, Chen Qingyuan's face didn't show any trace of joy, it was as dark as an abyss, like a volcano about to erupt, his face was extremely ugly.

If I knew it would cost so many resources, it would be better to let Heiding sleep for another tens of thousands of years.

This time, after returning to the sect, he gave the precious medicine to the ghost doctor sister, and gave some spiritual stone exercises to the younger generation.

Most of the resources were folded in the black cauldron.

After a rough calculation, the remaining spirit stones on his body were less than 20 top-grade spirit stones.

That's abominable!

These spirit stones were not enough for Chen Qingyuan's cultivation.

I thought that there would be no need to worry about practicing for the next hundred years, but who would have thought that such a situation would happen.

"I regret."

Chen Qingyuan looked at the trembling black cauldron, with a gloomy expression, and said bluntly.

Hei Ding's spiritual intelligence has regained a little bit, but it is still far from the level before Yizong.It is estimated that if there are millions of top-quality spirit stones, it will be just right.

"Can you hear me!" Chen Qingyuan's tone was cold, unable to get over the pain of losing most of his family fortune: "The current body is too big, it is not convenient to carry, so it should be smaller."

The ancient black cauldron sensed Chen Qingyuan's unfriendly gaze and did not dare to hesitate.

"Rumble..."

With a sound, the black cauldron immediately changed its size, only the size of a palm.

Chen Qingyuan probed across the air, and held the black cauldron in his palm.

He lowered his eyebrows and looked at it for a few times, snorted softly, and threw the black cauldron viciously into a spare Xumi ring.

Most of the space treasures on his body are empty.

Thinking of this, Chen Qingyuan felt his heart twitch, wanting to cry but no tears.

The resources that were obtained with great difficulty were exhausted in one day.

This cauldron is really a prodigal toy!

Cursing secretly, Chen Qingyuan tried his best to regulate his emotions, not to be too sad.

Hei Ding will earn back what is lost now.

Earn one less spirit stone and use it directly as a urinal.

Correct!

Be Yiyi's urinal!

"I don't know what that girl looks like now."

Speaking of Yiyi, Chen Qingyuan missed her very much, and couldn't help but recall Yiyi's milky voice calling "Daddy".

In this way, the resentment and regret on his face disappeared a bit, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The ancient Taoist soldiers, other forces regard them as the treasures of the Zhenzong, and strive to enshrine them.When it came to Chen Qingyuan, it was a spare urinal.

Hei Ding seemed to feel the malice from Chen Qingyuan, and hid in the Sumeru ring, trembling.

Master Ding is really too difficult.

Stepped out of the side hall and went straight to an elegant courtyard.

That place is exactly where Wu Junyan practiced Taoism.

In the eyes of the world, Chen Qingyuan and Wu Junyan are both unrivaled monsters, they are called the twins of Qingzong, the future pillars of the sky.

"Old Wu, what are you doing?"

He strode into the elegant courtyard gate, caught a trace of Wu Junyan's breath fluctuation, and walked straight.

There is a clear pool in the inner courtyard, and a square ancient pavilion is built on the water.

Wu Junyan was sitting in the pavilion, wearing a dark purple gown, the sleeves were embellished with black plum patterns, the wooden hairpin tightly held his long hair, his facial features were sharp and angular, and he was handsomely dressed.

Fragrant tea is brewed on the table, and there are two teacups.

Tea is poured into the cup, and the fragrance of tea is overflowing.

Judging from this posture, Wu Junyan has obviously been waiting for a long time.

Wu Junyan likes a cool life, so he didn't participate in yesterday's meeting in the main hall.

"It's been decades, can you gain anything from retreating?"

Chen Qingyuan walked on the water, with dozens of splashes on his toes, rippling, causing the willow branches hanging on the water to sway along with it.

Sit down and smile.

Look at each other and drink tea.

"good."

Wu Junyan was still the same, he cherished words like gold, and his expression was indifferent.

Mount Tai collapsed in front without changing its color.

Counting the old friends around Chen Qingyuan in detail, Wu Junyan sticks to the bottom line, has not been assimilated so far, and his personality remains the same.

"Have a few cups of tea with you, and I'll be leaving tomorrow."

Chen Qingyuan said.

"Yeah." Wu Junyan said calmly, "I'll go too."

"Oh?" Chen Qingyuan was both happy and worried: "You are carrying a fragment of the emperor's army. After you go out, you will easily be missed."

"In a world of great strife, how can you hide in a corner."

Even if Chen Qingyuan doesn't come back this time, Wu Junyan plans to leave the old land in a few days.

"That being said, will the elders of Qingzong agree?"

If the evildoers in this world want to reach the top, they are doomed to not have smooth sailing, and they will have to face countless difficulties.

"Brother Chen, did you forget one thing? According to seniority, I am the oldest in Qingzong."

Wu Junyan glanced at it and said coldly.

"..."

Hearing this, Chen Qingyuan was speechless and unable to refute.

Counting it, most of the elders need to call Wu Junyan their uncle, and some elders even want to call him their ancestor.

No one in Qingzong can match this seniority.

"Change the subject." Chen Qingyuan didn't like talking about seniority: "What direction do you have after you go out?"

"I want to go to the East."

Wu Junyan spoke bluntly.

"Dongtu? What are you doing there?"

Chen Qingyuan asked.

"Do you still remember the Hundred Meridians Feast back then?" Wu Junyan replied: "I got an ancient scripture, which was left by Emperor Taiwei. There is a saying in the ancient script, if you are destined, you can go to the east."

The battle of the end in the ancient times destroyed China and turned it into five states and ten thousand realms.The body of the ancient emperor Taiwei fell under the divine bridge and remained immortal.In his remnants, he wrote an ancient book and threw it into the world, waiting for those who are destined.

In this era, Wu Junyan was lucky enough to get a fragment of the imperial weapon, and he also possessed an old classic book.Obviously, Wu Junyan has a lot of fate with the ancient emperor Taiwei.

"I see."

Chen Qingyuan suddenly realized.

"What changes outside?"

Wu Junyan raised a question.

"The troubled times are coming, the secret realms of the ruins appear one after another, and more and more people are dying."

Chen Qingyuan told the outside world.

When Wu Junyan heard about the Battle of Heaven's Punishment, there was finally an emotion on Wu Junyan's face.

The blood of Emperor Taiwei is still alive in the descendants of later generations.

"Do you know the descendants of Emperor Taiwei?"

Wu Junyan stared closely and asked.