I just want to quietly cultivate a fairy [travel]

The moment the cool jade slips were pasted on his forehead, Feng Yuanjiu regretted being so reckless.

Immediately, he couldn't care less about regretting it.

The consciousness that had penetrated into the jade slip seemed to be glued inside the jade slip by an extremely powerful glue, and the consciousness he protruded could not advance or retreat, so Feng Yuanjiu made a decisive decision to abandon this strand of consciousness at the risk of damage to the primordial spirit At that time, a primordial spirit full of malice had already followed his consciousness into the jade slip and broke into his sea of ​​consciousness.

This primordial spirit is extremely tyrannical, as soon as he entered Feng Yuanjiu's sea of ​​consciousness, he rushed towards Feng Yuanjiu's primordial spirit aggressively, obviously trying to swallow Feng Yuanjiu's primordial spirit in one fell swoop and replace it.

The primordial spirit, which was as thick as ink, covered the sky and covered the sky, like a giant net, swooping down.

Feng Yuanjiu guarded his mind, sitting cross-legged in the center of the sea of ​​consciousness, resisting the erosion of the black filaments.

Like Ling Chi, the stinging pain hit Yuanshen directly, his figure like a person in a painting turned pale instantly, and a little bit of sweat oozed from the corners of his forehead, turning into bean-sized beads of sweat and slipping down.

The little fox smelled the danger, so he didn't care to pretend to be pitiful, so he jumped onto Feng Yuanjiu's shoulder, swiped his paw and swept towards the jade slip between Feng Yuanjiu's forehead, but the jade slip seemed to be growing on Feng Yuanjiu's forehead, standing still. move.

In desperation, a white light shot out from the top of the little fox's head and directly sank into the center of Feng Yuanjiu's eyebrows.

Following the guidance of the Yuanshen contract, the little white fox bumped into the black giant net, forcibly tearing a huge gap in the giant net.

As soon as the little fox entered Feng Yuanjiu's sea of ​​consciousness, he turned into a boy with some baby fat and stood in front of Feng Yuanjiu.

"what?"

The invading Primordial Spirit was not in a hurry, and the black Primordial Spirit's huge net slowly closed, forming a black figure. There is a little mole on the forehead.

The voice of the black figure is very pleasant, like the voice of the Buddha in an ancient temple, which makes people feel relaxed, "There is something interesting."

Feng Yuanjiu sat on the sea of ​​consciousness and did not move, nor did he respond to the words of the intrusion Yuanshen.

The Mo Se Primordial Spirit didn't take it seriously, and looked carefully at the young man transformed into a little fox, and chuckled lightly: "This is a good one."

Feng Xiaobai stared at the black figure expressionlessly, and warned in a clear and crisp voice: "Since you can see my background, you should also know my father's temper after thinking about it. I advise you to retreat now." Yes, so as not to burden the tribe."

Mo Se Yuanshen said softly: "This statement is wrong. I help you get rid of the suffering of slavery. It is too late for the Fox King to thank me. How can you blame me? What's more, I am here to send you back to the embrace of the ancestor god. If you want to come to Fox No matter how powerful the king is, he can't count on me."

Feng Xiaobai's face was flushed with anger, but because of his clumsy mouth, he couldn't utter a rebuttal.

Feng Yuanjiu raised his eyebrows, a little surprised by Feng Xiaobai's identity, but he also knew that this was not the time to worry about it, so he just used the blank jade slip to secretly stamp his ink-colored figure, and said flatly: " Your Excellency is too confident."

Mo Se Yuanshen seemed to be in a really happy mood, laughed again, and said, "My confidence comes from my strength."

Feng Yuanjiu didn't say yes or no, and quickly calculated the way to win in his mind.

In "Nine Chapters of Yuling", there is a secret method called worshiping the gods.

Using this method, monks can accept the spirit of pets into their own body, and temporarily strengthen their own spirit.The only disadvantage is that this method is extremely harmful to the spiritual pet, and it is tantamount to using the soul of the spiritual pet as a sacrifice.

Therefore, Feng Yuanjiu didn't want to use it unless it was absolutely necessary. After all, his only spiritual pet was the rare treasure-hunting fox in the cultivation world.

However, the skinny reality is that the combination of Feng Yuanjiu and Feng Xiaobai may not be the intruder's opponent.

Fortunately, the intruder seemed to be sure that Feng Yuanjiu and Feng Xiaobai were fish on his chopping board that couldn't fly away, so he didn't rush to devour them, so Feng Yuanjiu still had time to think about other strategies.

Feng Yuanjiu's face was expressionless, with a beautiful appearance, cold as a fairy.

Feng Xiaobai stood in front of Feng Yuanjiu with a baby-fat face, motionless.

The ink-colored figure circled Feng Yuanjiu and Feng Xiaobai's eyes, and then let out a chuckle with unknown meaning: "Instead of wasting your mind on those unrealistic things, it's better to be more obedient and take the initiative to put Yuanjiu on the ground." God dedicates it to this seat, and this seat may be happy to allow you to leave a last wish, leaving a little true spirit for you to reincarnate."

Feng Yuanjiu hooked the back of Feng Xiaobai's neck with his fingertips, took a wrong step in the direction of Fuxi Qin Po, tilted his head to look at the black human figure without a real soul, and said: "It's very unnecessary, my Feng family has never been so There is no bastard born on knees." "Feng family?" The black-colored figure's peaceful voice rose slightly, and then he smiled to himself, "It's a coincidence."

Feng Yuanjiu narrowed his fox eyes slightly, staring at the blurred face of the black figure and waiting for the next text.

The black figure smiled, not hiding the hatred in his words: "It seems that your flimsy skin still has some uses."

Feng Yuanjiu said inwardly that it was a pity, the Feng family's name seemed to be useless when it came out of the Lianyun Mountains.

The ink-colored human figure who kept speaking like Zen, and laughed before speaking suddenly turned his face, and a more detailed and huge ink-colored giant net than before swooped down, heading straight for Feng Yuanjiu and Feng Xiaobai's heads.

Strands of ink-colored filaments submerged into the primordial spirit like tarsal gangrene, devouring Feng Yuanjiu's primordial spirit, and the pain like tearing the soul eroded Feng Yuanjiu's sanity.

Feng Yuanjiu couldn't help but look distractedly at Feng Xiaobai's bun face with baby fat, as if he saw himself when he was young.

The increasingly distorted look on Baozi's face made Feng Yuanjiu wake up instantly. Feng Xiaobai's condition was obviously not much better than him, and if things went on like this, they would only end up being torn apart and swallowed by the intruder like Ling Chi.

There was no other way, Feng Yuanjiu had no choice but to make a formula and activate the mysterious method of offering sacrifices.

Yubai's hand pinched the seal, drawing the ancient and mysterious trajectory and rhythm, and golden talismans flowed out from Yubai's fingertips, flying towards Feng Xiaobai like a dancing little golden butterfly.

As the golden butterflies hide between the frowning brows, Feng Xiaobai's primordial body becomes weaker and weaker. The moment the last talisman melts into Feng Xiaobai's brows, Feng Xiaobai's figure flashes and turns into a A river shining with golden starlight flowed into Feng Yuanjiu's primordial spirit.

Fengyuan Jiuyuanshen's aura surged instantly, climbing steadily, until it reached the peak in the late foundation establishment period before stopping.

However, this is not enough.

The huge black web is still like the clothes that the spider spirit wove with spider silk for Marshal Canopy, tightly wrapping around his body of primordial spirit without any slack.

The distant male voice with a sense of Zen sneered lightly, the laughter was full of jokes, as if laughing at Feng Yuanjiu struggling in vain.

Feng Yuanjiu felt a little desperate.

The imprint of the spirit deed of the little fox representing Feng Xiaobai in the sea of ​​knowledge is becoming increasingly dim, and I am afraid that it will not take half a stick of incense to completely return to the embrace of the ancestor god Qingqiu.

He himself didn't seem to be any stronger than the little fox. The originally solid body of the primordial spirit was almost transparent, and was on the verge of collapsing.

Even if there are thousands of unwillingness and regrets in his heart, it will not help, Feng Yuanjiu followed the instinct of past life memory, and reached out to grab the sleeping Fuxiqin soul.

But it was his instinct that forcibly pulled back the lives of him and Feng Xiaobai who were on the verge of falling from the hands of Tiandao.

The moment Feng Yuanjiu grasped the soul of the piano, the seven golden strings wrapped around Feng Yuanjiu who was trapped in the middle by the huge black net like a golden ribbon.

Feng Yuanjiu exerted all his strength, but the ink-colored filaments, which were powerless, turned into dots of light and merged into the golden ribbon as soon as they touched the golden ribbon.

The dots of black galaxy were divided into three parts by the golden ribbon, and a trace of the imprint of the little fox submerged into nothingness poured into Feng Yuanjiu's Yuanshen body which was on the verge of collapsing, and the rest of the galaxy turned into a part of the golden ribbon.

"No! Impossible!" This unbelievable roar accompanied by endless panic became the last utterance of the black figure in the world.

The seven strings returned to their place, and the fuxiqin let out a clang, and the soul of the piano became a bit more solid, from being as transparent as a cicada's wing to as thin as paper.

Feng Yuanjiu woke up from the ancient sound of heaven and earth, even after this catastrophe, his primordial spirit realm jumped from the early stage of foundation establishment to the late stage of foundation establishment, and there was no joy in his heart, only joy and fear.

Although it is said that cultivating against the sky is to seek opportunities in danger, however, it should not be so reckless.

In the end, he thought he had [-] years of experience in his previous life, so he was a little negligent.Moreover, his primordial spirit has just awakened, and his three hundred years of habits and cognition are too strong. He always unconsciously judges the chance of this life based on his previous life cognition, which is very dangerous.

This is a previous life where either the foundation building period or the master, and the Jindan period can be called the ancestors. Here, there are many spiritual ideas and ten thousand dharma. □ almost took away his home, he really shouldn't feel contemptuous.

Since then, Feng Yuanjiu has completely suppressed some excess self-confidence and sense of superiority since the awakening of Yuanshen, and has become the Yuanjiu who takes one step and sees ten steps.

At the moment when the invading Yuanshen was swallowed by Fuxiqin Soul, the cyan jade sticking to Feng Yuanjiu's forehead simply turned into powder.

The last clue of the invading primordial spirit turned into nothingness. All he knew was the blurred face and the mole on his forehead, which could only be explored slowly in the future.

Even though he was fed back by Qin Soul, the little fox was still seriously injured, and his primordial spirit fell asleep in his sea of ​​consciousness, showing no sign of waking up.

Feng Yuanjiu touched the little fox squatting on his shoulder like a sculpture, pondered for a while, took a spirit animal bag exchanged from Wenxian Town, sacrificed it, and then put the little fox's body into the spirit beast bag. The animal bag is hung on the waist.

This battle of the primordial spirit took two days, and in another hour it was time for the enlightenment view to preach.

Feng Yuanjiu took a bath in the spiritual spring, changed into the blue Taoist robes exclusive to disciples of Liuguan, and left the cave.

Outside the cave, the sky is high and the clouds are wide, and the green hills are lush among the turbulent spiritual mist.

Feng Yuanjiu stood on the half-zhang stone platform, waiting for the raptor with his hands behind his back, and the mountain wind blew his wide-sleeved and toga-robed to make a sound of hunting.

Under the moonlight like water, that exquisite and unparalleled appearance seemed to make even the fierce wind understand what is gentle, and the small wind whirls past the black silk, revealing a tenderness, so ashamed that the green pines on the cliff are light The swaying branches cover the tree tumors all over the body.

"The moon rises brightly, and the brightest people shine."

The gentle male voice with a natural three-point smile poured down from the top of his head. Feng Yuanjiu raised his head and saw Bu Ziming standing on the back of the raptor with his hands behind his back.

Bu Ziming met Feng Yuanjiu's gaze, the corners of his lips slightly raised, and his casual tone was full of frivolity: "After seeing my junior brother, I will know what a beauty is. If I am lucky enough to be the evening guest of my junior brother in this life, and kiss Fangze, I have no regrets in this life!"