I just want to quietly cultivate a fairy [travel]

Feng Yuanjiu pointed at Kang Xuanyi's sword very steadily: "Uncle Kang, please speak."

Kang Xuan rested his fingertips on the spine of the sword, pushed the sword aside, stepped forward and took Feng Yuanjiu's hand, and pulled him into his arms.

Yuan Yixuying laughed, turned around and continued walking.

The puppet of the Xian'e soldier returned to the track again, parading in the "Crystal Palace Group" step by step.

Kang Xuan lowered his head, looked at Feng Yuanjiu's beautiful eyebrows and eyes, and smiled half-smile: "Why do you think you have no conscience?"

Feng Yuanjiu raised his eyes, looked at Kang Xuan, and said expressionlessly: "If I have no heart, and you are acting like this now, I would have seen the truth with your subordinates long ago."

Conscience was replaced by heart.

Kang Xuanyi's heart moved, he lowered his head and held those two lips that were so angry that he didn't pay for his life, savoring them carefully.

Under the vast blue sea, above the boundless white sand.

In the ice-blue Crystal Palace group, on the colorful spar path.

The black figure and the moon-white figure embraced each other, as if they had merged with the heaven and the earth, it was so harmonious.

Kang Xuanyi's desire suppressed in his heart was ready to move, and he pinched his thin waist with his hands through the thin robe, lingering reluctantly, refusing to leave.

In the gap between lips and teeth, Kang Xuan asked Feng Yuanjiu vaguely: "How about entering your Fengfeng Terrace? With a hundred times the flow speed, we can come out before Yuan and his party arrive at his Dragon Palace."

Feng Yuanjiu was also a little emotional, but the burning pain from the blood phoenix on his wrist helped him not lose his mind.

Feng Yuanjiu thought, to get rid of Kang Xuanyi's confinement, and first walked towards Yuan Yi's shadow: "Uncle Kang, let's tell you the secret of your Dragon Palace."

Kang Xuanyi's spiritual consciousness has always shrouded the entire Crystal Palace group.

Rao Feng Yuanjiu avoided it calmly, the remnant amorous feelings in those cold fox eyes, the red cloud spreading to the tips of the ears, the corners of the lips raised involuntarily...

All of them fell into Kang Xuan's eyes clearly.

Looking at Feng Yuanjiu's ecstatic posture.

Kang Xuan's eyes fell on Feng Yuanjiu's waist that seemed to be too tight to hold, and he walked up to follow: "Do you know the habits and talents of turtle monsters?"

In order to collect some spiritual pets that can be sacrificed at any time, Feng Yuanjiu is also a monk who has read "The History of Ten Thousand Monsters" at any rate, so he naturally knows about turtle monsters.

Feng Yuanjiu's fingertips were surrounded by icy air, caressing his cheek without any trace.

Feeling the temperature drop on his face and ears, Feng Yuanjiu stopped and looked back at Kang Xuanyi: "There is a record in "The Chronicles of Ten Thousand Monsters", the turtle monster is shaped like a turtle, with a short snout, small eyes, long tail, smooth head and back, thick limbs, The surface of the carapace is black and there are stars hidden inside, usually only one foot long, it hides at the bottom of the deep sea, feeds on the souls of monks and sea beasts, and has a chance to recreate the ability to devour the souls and souls."

Kang Xuan smiled lightly, put his arm around Feng Yuanjiu's shoulders, and walked side by side with him: "That's right, I actually did my homework seriously."

Feng Yuanjiu's fingertips curled around the electric light point towards Kang Xuanyi's curved lips that seemed to be full of teasing: "Be serious."

The tiny electric light entered the corner of his lips, and there was a slight itching.

This kind of itch has been itching to the tip of Kang Xuanyi's heart. Kang Xuanyi squeezed Feng Yuanjiu's fingertips, with a smile that was not a smile: "It's hard to suppress the magic in my heart, don't hook me, or I don't know what will happen." do something."

Feng Yuanjiu rolled a blank look at Kang Xuanyi, and snorted, "The dao and the demons have already merged into one and turned back into chaos, so where did that Laoshizi's magic come from?"

Kang Xuanyi's fingertips were surrounded by boundless demonic energy, and he drew Feng Yuanjiu's appearance in the air: "Devils are born from the heart, the obsession does not go away, and the demonic intent never stops."

Feng Yuanjiu frowned, and looked down at the growing group of black elves in the mountains and rivers in his palm, but he was speechless.

Because, he also has demons in his heart, demons in his heart.

Kang Xuan raised his hand and drew the demon head with Feng Yuanjiu's face that he made out casually into his arms, and threw it into the chaotic magic world behind him, and asked Feng Yuanjiu with a smile: "I don't know when my nephew will be willing to replace you?" I let go of this obsession."

Feng Yuanjiu clasped his palms tightly, and said calmly: "The catastrophe of heaven and earth is coming, and everyone is in the catastrophe, uncle, let's try our best to overcome this catastrophe of heaven and earth first!" As he said, Feng Yuanjiu looked sideways at Kang Xuanyi, seeming to smile Feixiao, "After all, if you have an obsession in your heart, the desire to survive will be stronger."

It turned out to be a catastrophe.

Thinking of the extremely solemn discussion in Yuntai Feng Yuanhe Hall, Kang Xuanyi had speculations in his mind.

Such a big event, as the head disciple of the Taiqing, but willing to let him know, Kang Xuan smiled lowly, joy came from the bottom of his heart, and spread to the bottom of his eyes: "I think you are worried about me."

Feng Yuanjiu didn't say yes or no, and squinted at Kang Xuanyi: "Can you explain the secret of your Dragon Palace?"

Kang Xuan laughed loudly, hugged Feng Yuanjiu hard, and then said: "The ones recorded in "The History of Ten Thousand Monsters" are ordinary turtle monsters. Yuan Yi is very talented, he imitates the abilities of others, It's not a chance to re-enact, but a [-]% re-enactment."

Feng Yuanjiu twitched his eyebrows, but it was the first time he was satisfied that his tortoise shell could summon Yuan Yi to fight.

Kang Xuan shook his head, laughing that Feng Yuanjiu was born in a honey pot, never lacking in resources, and his vision was too high: "One hundred percent replica, that is to say, as long as he is willing, all the primordial spirits and souls swallowed by him can be restored." Reproduce all its abilities."

All things in the world are born and restrained by each other, but Feng Yuanjiu doesn't believe that such a terrifying ability has no limit: "So there is no limit?"

Kang Xuan shrugged: "I guess there is, but that turtle is cunning and hid the 'door' very tightly, until he died, no one knew what his 'door' was."

Feng Yuanjiu nodded.

Now Yuan Yi is just the fighting spirit of the mysterious weapon in his palm, he doesn't care much about why it's "covering the door".

As soon as Kang Xuan knew what Feng Yuanjiu was thinking, he gave a low laugh and continued: "800 years ago, there was a very special sect in Kyushu."

Feng Yuanjiu raised his eyebrows, signaling Kang Xuanyi not to be tricked.

"That sect is called Tianjimen. This school is also called Tianji, but it is not the Tianji of Tianji Pavilion, but the Tianji of Tianzhiqiao." Kang Xuanyi was very knowledgeable and didn't let it go, "Tianjimen, The disciples are all Yanshi, who are good at making and controlling puppets."

Feng Yuanjiu nodded, as if he had heard Zhuang Bo mention this sect, and many of the weapon refining methods that Zhuang Bo left him seemed to come from the Tianji sect.

Unexpectedly, Xiaobai, a novice with common sense in Kyushu, had heard of Tianjimen.

Kang Xuanyi raised his eyebrows unexpectedly, thinking of the strange person in charge of the Feng family, he only thought that Feng Yuanjiu heard it from Feng Xiangyu, so he didn't ask carefully, and continued: "The puppets made by Yanshi are so exquisite. , you can know a thing or two just by looking at the Xian'e soldiers in the palace."

Feng Yuanjiu raised his eyebrows, took out a one-horned pterosaur from the spirit beast bag and threw it at the patrolling soldiers.

As soon as the one-horned winged tiger fell to the ground, it was chopped into a meat paste by the soldiers holding a long halberd.

In this way, the power of the puppets made by Yanshi can also be seen.

Feng Yuanjiu shook his head: "If you don't have the corresponding strength to protect yourself, I'm afraid it's the crime of being pregnant."

Kang Xuan nodded: "Originally, the name of Tianjimen was unknown, and it was peaceful in a corner. Unexpectedly, 2000 years ago, a Yanshi with amazing talent suddenly appeared. The sect that has been passed down has developed into a second-rate sect above Kyushu."

"It can be said that he was the one who succeeded in the Tianji Sect, and he was also the one who lost." Kang Xuan shook his head and sighed softly, "The sudden rise of the Tianji Sect has a poor background. If that Yanshi can live another 800 years, the Tianji Sect will also be defeated." It's stable. It's a pity that luck is not in Tianjimen, that Yanshi suddenly disappeared 800 years ago, and Tianjimen was also wiped out."

The rise and fall of sects is the norm.

Man said that the land of Kyushu, which is full of inspiration, is the land of the law in the previous life. It is difficult to achieve golden elixir, but there are constant disputes. It is common for a spiritual grass full of spiritual power to destroy people.

Therefore, Feng Yuanjiu didn't feel that Tianjimen was a pity, but said objectively: "I think it was planned by someone."

Kang Xuanyi nodded: "Whether he died by someone's plan or by accident, the Yuanshen of Yanshi presumably fell into Yuanyi's belly."

Feng Yuanjiu nodded, otherwise it would be impossible to explain the crowd of Xian'e soldiers.

While speaking, Yuan Yi had already stopped in front of the "Dragon Palace".

Yuan Yixuying stood proudly under the "Dragon Palace" plaque, looking down at Kang Xuanyi and Feng Yuanjiu who came together, and finally his eyes fell on Feng Yuanjiu: "Feng Anlan."

Feng Yuanjiu smiled, but did not respond.

Yuan Yixuying didn't know that he had identified the wrong person, but he just said to himself: "If you serve me willingly, this king can forgive you."

Feng Yuanjiu shook his head and sighed softly, then turned to Kang Xuanyi and said, "I just said it was too stupid."

Kang Xuan suppressed a smile: "Let's see how stupid he is going to be."

Feng Yuanjiu glanced at Kang Xuanyi - you think I'm stupid?

Kang Xuan begged for mercy with a raised hand—it doesn't matter whether he is stupid or not, as long as he is useful.

Feng Yuanjiu snorted, and made a formula, a string of golden talismans lingered on his fingertips, lingering for a long time: "I'm not Fengshi Anlan."

Yuan Yixuying shook his head: "And don't lie to me, I'm not stupid."

Feng Yuanjiu was impatient to talk nonsense with Yuan Yixuying, and the golden talisman flowed out from his fingertips, entwining towards Yuan Yixuying.

Yuan Yi's phantom figure swayed, and while he was moving and dodging, he raised the halberd in his palm and slashed towards Feng Yuanjiu.

Feng Yuanjiu smirked and raised his finger: "Definitely."

Yuan Yi's phantom was fixed in the air, locked upright by the golden talisman chain.

Feng Yuanjiu grabbed one end of the talisman chain and smashed Yuan Yi phantom towards the gate of the "Dragon Palace" like a meteor hammer.

With the first "hammer", the gate trembled, and Yuan Yi's shadowy eyes shone with starlight.

The second "hammer", the door swayed, and Yuan Yixuan surrounded his head with a sea of ​​stars.

The third "hammer", the gate collapsed suddenly, Yuan Yixuying was dizzy and didn't know where he was.

Boundless dazzling precious light emanated from the ice-blue "Dragon Palace". Feng Yuanjiu stared at it for a moment, then gently pulled Yuanyi phantom to his feet with his plain hand, looked at it casually for a moment, then turned to look at the lively Kang Xuanyi asked: "What would happen if I let the tortoise armor spirit swallow this idiot?"