lazy cat hits cute

The big hooligan of the He family is a very capable person.

His ability is reflected in alchemy, especially love medicine.Although he never used love potions to do anything bad to others, he was still blamed one after another, and girls and girls ran away when they saw him.

Thinking of this, He Mingxia wanted to cry: "Didn't I just make a love potion for a nobleman and was found out? I was blamed for all the blame, and I was responsible for all the bad things. I was really wronged."

Zhang Qingyang: "...you haven't given me what you promised."

Although it is already far away, but, but, vaguely, I can still hear some...cough cough cough!

Zhang Qingyang sat upright, as if nothing had happened, Xiao Liu covered her ears vigorously, her face flushed.He Mingxia reluctantly took out the magic weapon, and said pitifully, "This is for Lingfeng Fengyan, what you see in Fengyan, you must tell me, otherwise I will die with regret."

"Oh." He held He Mingxia's indicating instrument and looked at it for a while. This magical instrument looks similar to the compass cart, but the little figure on the compass cart indicates the direction more precisely, and its arms can bend.

"If you want to see it, why don't you go see it with me?"

He Mingxia hesitated for a while, and said: "Lingfeng Fengyan is very dangerous. I don't have a high level of cultivation, so I don't want to take risks. If you can go in, just tell me what you see. Anyway, no matter how precious the things in Fengyan are, I got them." It doesn't belong to me either. Of course, if you feel it's dangerous, you can withdraw without forcing it."

He Mingxia's words aroused his interest on the contrary. After the two parted, he immediately used this little magic weapon.

The guide car led them to a black desert.

In the vibrant secret realm, a black desert where not a single blade of grass grows is like a patch of bald green land, very abrupt.It is quite different from Zhang Qingyang's imagination of Lingfeng Fengyan, it can be said to be completely opposite.

He looked at the black desert, suppressed his palpitations, and asked, "Why is there no one of your kind?"

Xiao Liu carefully explored the consciousness of his fellow clansmen in the distance: "Ah, they can't tell, but they are not allowed to pass by their ancestors for generations."

"Really." Zhang Qingyang sighed softly, "You just stay here, don't come in casually."

Looking at his expression, Xiao Liu became a little nervous: "Is there something wrong? How about we look for another place?"

"No, it's fine here." Zhang Qingyang said, walking into the desert.

Nothing strange happened, Zhang Qingyang walked in normally, and gradually drifted away, turning into a small black spot.

Xiao Liu scratched his head, always feeling that Zhang Qingyang's attitude was a bit strange, but he couldn't tell where it was strange.

Zhang Qingyang walked slowly, and felt that this place was very similar to Beihuang, the same monotony, and the same dead silence.

He walked slowly until he reached the center of the black desert, and saw a white bone stuck in the ground. The arm was as thick as five feet high, and there were streaks of black blood condensed on it.

When he touched the bone, it was astonishingly cold.

"It's you." Zhang Qingyang said a word without thinking.

The dead hovering in the sky, finding themselves unable to defeat the mighty invading foe, tore out one of their own bones and threw it.

The enemy is pierced, from body to soul.If the dry bones are not destroyed for a day, he will never be able to break free.

The dead suppressed the enemy and accelerated their own demise, and finally died in the raging fire with no afterlife.

The surface of the bones creaked, cracked a few slits, and golden liquid droplets flowed out, falling on Zhang Qingyang's palm, as if weeping, and the liquid droplets melted into the body, like a wanderer returning home.

The crack opened wider and wider, from the inside to the outside, and soon the whole bone collapsed into a pile of fragments and turned into fly ash.The ghosts that have been suppressed for tens of thousands of years let out a long sigh of joy in the ground, and the ground began to bulge, and they were about to break out of their shells.

He stood with his hands behind his back, watching seriously.

Xiao Liu stayed outside, feeling the ground trembling.

He suddenly felt as if someone had stabbed his consciousness. This feeling was like being stared at by some prey, and he immediately shuddered: "Who? Who?"

"Bang, bang, bang." Something in the ground hit the ground one by one, the ground swelled up a little bit, dust was flying, and a blood man broke through the soil and rushed out.

Xiao Liu retreated far away, opened her eyes wide: "Long Aotian?"

The blood man struggled twice on the ground, failed to get up, and said hoarsely: "Ahem, help..."

Xiao Liu hesitated for a while, remembering that there was still half a string of purple beads in her arms, took it out and weighed it, stuffed it into Kong Shenghe's mouth, and muttered: "I am doing good deeds! Don't make things difficult for my brother in the future!"

How could Kong Shenghe care so much, he swallowed it whole.

The master screamed in his sea of ​​consciousness: "Your master is coming out soon! Go into the desert to pick him up! Hurry up?"

"Uncle Master?" Kong Shenghe said weakly.

"Yes, yes, it is your uncle." The master was very excited, "I didn't expect that he is still alive here, your uncle is much stronger than me, if you save him, I will pass on the supreme code of my family to you !"

Supreme Dao Code?Kong Shenghe regained his spirits, gathered some strength to get up, and staggered towards the desert.Xiao Liu looked at him nervously: "Hey, hey, what are you doing in there? My brother is building a foundation inside!"

Kong Shenghe turned his head and glanced at him, extremely weak: "I won't disturb him."

"Who, who believes you!"

Kong Shenghe didn't speak any more, and stubbornly walked into the desert.

Xiao Liu fidgeted, gritted his teeth and stretched out a hand, the branch extended infinitely, if Kong Shenghe dared to disturb Zhang Qingyang's foundation building, he could stop him immediately.

Kong Shenghe was seriously injured, and had to take a break after walking dozens of steps. The master kept urging him anxiously, which made him exhausted physically and mentally.

Finally, he saw from a distance that the ground was covered with cobweb-like cracks, and a trace of powerful and ancient aura leaked out. The ghost has been suppressed for too long, and it is not easy to get out.

He saw Zhang Qingyang, with his hands behind his back, and looked down, as if interested.

"Zhang Qingyang?" He was a little surprised. Zhang Qingyang's appearance didn't look like he was building a foundation.

Zhang Qingyang turned his head, wondering why he appeared here.Kong Shenghe met his eyes, and there was a stabbing pain in his eyes, as if he had been burned by the sun, and he fell over. He couldn't remember anything, couldn't feel anything, and only remembered the pain like the sun was burning.

The master screamed in his sea of ​​consciousness: "Hurry up, hurry up! Go and save your uncle! Otherwise, it will be too late!"

"I..." Kong Shenghe gritted his teeth while covering his burning eyes, "You helped me heal my eyes!"

"No, no, that's...ah, stop talking nonsense, go!"

Kong Shenghe's eyes were full of tears, and he couldn't see clearly. He groped and grabbed his sword and managed to stand up, when he heard Youhun screaming sharply, as if he was in extreme fear and despair.

"God loves all." The distant sigh was like a broken star, and there was no life after that.The master yelled madly in the sea of ​​consciousness, making Kong Shenghe want to knock his head off.

When all the sounds stopped, Kong Shenghe regained his sanity and his eyes no longer hurt.

He hurriedly inspected his cultivation realm, and unexpectedly found that not only was it not damaged, but it jumped from the third floor of the foundation building to the completion of the foundation building. It is also much stronger.

Surprised, joyful and uneasy, Kong Shenghe called to the master: "Master, master, my realm has suddenly improved! Master?"

The master is not in the sea of ​​knowledge.

If it is not in the sea of ​​consciousness, where is it?Kong Shenghe's heart sank, and he carefully inspected every part of his body... No, nothing!He panicked and called again: "Master, master?"

After repeating this several times, he suddenly understood: the master has lost his soul and completely disappeared.

The master's power spread into his dantian, so his realm was greatly improved.

"Master—" He was distraught, and shouted to the sky.

"Zhang Qingyang, Zhang Qingyang, what did you do to my uncle! Zhang Qingyang!" He rushed forward angrily, and suddenly remembered that he couldn't look directly at the sun, so he stopped suddenly.

Zhang Qingyang turned around, a little dazed: "Huh?"

Kong Shenghe was more at a loss than him.

"Where's uncle?"

"Who is your uncle?"

It took Kong Shenghe some time to organize his words: "Just now my uncle's soul came out of here, and then I heard him screaming, you, what did you do to him?"

Zhang Qingyang thought for a while: "Maybe go back?"

"go back?"

"Isn't the destination of ghosts all in Hades?" Zhang Qingyang's expression was not at all unnatural.Kong Shenghe was confused by him: what he said is right, all the dead creatures in the world belong to the underworld, so it seems that there is nothing wrong with the uncle's ghost returning to the underworld.

wrong!He suddenly realized that all ghosts who linger in the world and do not return to the underworld will be severely punished once they return to the underworld. Even if they were at the peak of the Mahayana during their lifetime, the uncle's fear stems from this!

He couldn't help but burst into tears, and sat down on the ground: "You have harmed my uncle, my master, and me!"

Zhang Qingyang was even more at a loss: "What did I do? Why don't I remember anything?"

Kong Shenghe felt as if his heart was being twisted, and he couldn't help crying.

The master has shown him the grace of reinvention. Once the master dies, what should he do next?

"Hey, don't cry." Zhang Qingyang was at a loss. He didn't expect that a patriarch in Kong Shenghe would cry uglier than Xiao Liu.

"Get out!" Kong Shenghe opened his hand viciously, and suddenly vomited blood, internal injuries broke out, and the viscera felt like a steel knife was being twisted, and he rolled all over the ground in pain.

When Ming Huang came in, he saw this scene.

"Hey, he's still alive." Ming Huang was surprised, "But he's only one breath away from death."

Feeling the pulse again: "Hey, it's almost golden core, not bad, not bad, it's more than Gu."

He sat down cross-legged and smiled at Zhang Qingyang: "Has the foundation been established?"

Zhang Qingyang inspected himself, and after a glance, he felt that his Daoji seemed a little strange, but he nodded without thinking too much.

"Then come and help, you are responsible for transporting spiritual energy, and help him recuperate his body alone." He said and stuffed a pill into Kong Shenghe's chin, "What are you doing in a daze? Sit down."

Zhang Qingyang sat down, still not understanding.

Ming Huang stroked his sleeves and said, "You know horses, right?" He made a move, his fingertips were entwined with traces of spiritual light.

Zhang Qingyang nodded blankly.

"Whether it is a fine horse or a poor horse, if a horse fly stings or bites it, the horse will run faster."

Zhang Qingyang was in front and Ming Huang was behind, the two cooperated seamlessly, promoting the dissolving of the medicinal power of the elixir, circulating the medicinal power throughout the body, repairing internal injuries bit by bit, conserving spiritual power, and unblocking the meridians.

"Father is dying, sooner or later this world will be handed over to the lonely hands." Ming Huang said very calmly, Zhang Qingyang understood that it was not easy.

Wang Chaosheng told him a lot about the old affairs of the previous dynasty and the secrets of the palace, and he would always say one sentence after he finished his mouth: "You must never tell these things, because if you tell them, the Wang family can't keep me."

He understands that any matter about the changing situation of the court is a major event that cannot be told casually.

But what does this have to do with rescuing Shenghe?

"Gu has ascended the throne, so I have to change my name to Zhen." Ming Huang sighed softly, "It's so fast."

"After enthroning, Gu will be very busy, maybe too busy to practice, so I need a horsefly, hate my horsefly, remind Gu not to forget the threat."

Zhang Qingyang looked at the pale Kong Shenghe, thinking how angry he would be when he heard Ming Huang treat him as a horsefly.