When Immortal Venerable was called off in public

Su He's eyes were full of water, and seeing Feng Qing staring at this thing in a daze, he explained: "The Emperor gave it to me, and I didn't say how to use it, but I will know when it's time."

Both Su and himself didn't realize that when he was emotional, his voice was like the surface of water blown by the spring breeze in March, and the ripples were glowing.

Feng Qing clenched the bottle tightly as soon as she heard it.

Do you want to do it?

Up to now, there is nothing he can't do, if he doesn't completely possess this person, he will always push himself out.

"Su He." Feng Qing first put the medicine bottle aside, he untied his belt, and only used a long strip of green cloth, he was never so particular about his robes.

Feng Qing blindfolded Su He's eyes.

It was suddenly dark in front of his eyes, Su He moved uncomfortably at first, but Feng Qing's breath suddenly approached, heavy and anxious, Su He was used to seeing Qing Xianjun not going out for several days, and knew what Feng Qing was going to do next The strange thing is that although he was nervous, he didn't feel any disgust. In the past, he became a Taoist couple with the barren mountain.

"Feng Qing." Su He called out.

"Huh?" The breath was close at hand.

"Think about it. Once you do this, you will become a Taoist partner with me. I will let you report to heaven and earth and make a heavy oath." Su He's Adam's apple moved slightly.

Feng Qing bit it right away, satisfied to hear the man groan, and said with a smile: "I wish for it."

Su He has never experienced it, and so is Feng Qing, but some things have strong feelings, and it will come naturally. The curtain on the bed swayed slightly, and then the shaking became more and more violent. Su He stretched out one hand, and pulled off the curtain with all his strength. The light veil flew up, covering the two almost overlapping figures.

In the end, the spring scenery in the room was slightly rippling, as if there were mandarin ducks crossing their necks, flowers blooming, accompanied by Su He's begging for mercy and sobbing.

Su Wenqing swore that he either eavesdropped on purpose, or happened to pass by, stopped abruptly, and then set a barrier with his backhand, walking fast.

Until late at night, the doors of Su and Xianzun's rooms were not opened.

Su Wenqing was lying on the soft couch, the sea of ​​consciousness tumbling violently, the air was stuffy, suddenly there was a "bang" and thunder exploded.

Emperor Wang Yuan, who was arranging the pills, suddenly raised his head, and then met Su Wenqing's eyes.

Su Wenqing nodded, he was ready.

In the later period of the transformation of the gods, the Great Perfection, and before Wenqing Xianjun, every time he crossed the catastrophe, the number of ninety-nine returned to one, so although the catastrophe was swift and violent, it did not have the posture of wishing that the mountains and rivers could be destroyed together.

The back mountain of Qilu Mountain——

Su Wenqing stood in a formation, which was temporarily set up by Emperor Zun, and it could withstand several thunderstorms, but still the same sentence, it is best not to rely on external things for such things as crossing the catastrophe. With a strong heart, even if the tendon is broken, as long as there is one breath left, it will be the end of the thousand years of torment and waiting.

Su Wenqing's expression was calm, his brows were clear, and the dense dark clouds and evil winds could not conceal his brilliance.

Black clouds overwhelmed the top, almost covering the top of Qilu Mountain, lightning flashed through it, and finally "Boom!" The first thunder fell.

Su Wenqing remained motionless, almost defiantly, needless to say, this time is also a ninety-nine return to one.

"Innate spiritual root..." Suddenly a misty old voice sounded in his ears, Su Wenqing subconsciously looked at Emperor Wangyuan, seeing that the emperor's face was normal, he probably didn't hear it.

"Innate spiritual roots... God race reappears..."

Su Wenqing just twitched his eyebrows slightly, and there was no turmoil in his heart. He had heard too much about the secrets of the innate spiritual root, from being admired to being coveted by others. The so-called protoss and not protoss are not worthy of his surprise .

Thunder rolled down from the sky, turning the sky on the top of the back mountain into a piece of snow-white. During the period, thunder roared wantonly, leaving scars of various sizes on Su Wenqing's body. Soon, his white clothes were stained with blood, but he was still standing tall. .

To a certain extent, Emperor Zun's previous tribulation did inspire Su Wenqing a lot. There is nothing to be afraid of. Occasionally staggering, his spirit scattered, turning into mountains, rivers, and all kinds of creatures in this small area.

If it is said that Emperor Wangyuan Dujie is as sharp as a sword, wishing to compete with the Dao of Heaven, then Su Wen Qingdu Jie is tolerant of all rivers and rivers, and he accepts all temptations and attacks silently.

"The last one." Emperor Wangyuan focused his eyes on the figure covered by the white light, and the hilt of Fenku's sword was spinning in the palm of his hand. The emperor grasped it angrily, and cursed: "My Taoist companion is crossing the river. The robbery is not your Taoist partner who is going through the robbery, why are you so anxious? Besides, Lang Yue has already repaired it, and it is okay to use it to block it, can you be quiet? "

The burning skeleton sword blared, as if refuting.

The last thunder has been brewing for a long time, and it finally strikes before Emperor Zun's patience runs out!

Lei Yin is like a galloping army, sharp as a blade, dragging a long tail and jumping out of the sky, shocking visible to the naked eye.

Su Wenqing sacrificed Lang Yue, looked up, his eyes were peaceful, but the sun, moon and stars flashed alternately, the catastrophe is a catastrophe, and it is also a gift.

boom--

This sound can be said to make the world tremble, no one has taught Su Wenqing, but at this point, his instincts are stimulated, and the moment he catches the catastrophe, his spirit is instantly scattered, as if he has vacated a special place, Lang Yue was covered by a circle of lightning, but miraculously, it didn't shatter under the current powerful pressure of Tiandao.

The sword follows the heart, and Lang Yue seems to have been split open all of a sudden. It greedily absorbs the powerful Taoism mystery and abundant spiritual power in Tianlei as much as possible, and the lines on the sword become more and more complicated.

Even Emperor Wang Yuan was shocked.

"Did you see it?" Emperor Zun took the burned bones and "boomed" twice on the tree beside him, "My Taoist companion is too powerful!"

Burning: "..."

"The Protoss is here, welcome my lord." As the voice dissipated and the wind stopped and the rain stopped, Su Wenqing turned around slightly and fell presumptuously.

Naturally, he would not fall to the ground, Emperor Zun caught him firmly and went directly to the hot spring pool.

Blessed by heaven and earth, the more untended the hot spring water is, the more natural and pure it is. As soon as Su Wenqing sat in it, he felt that the pain in his body was relieved a lot.

"Di Zun..." he called out, and after turning his head for a while, he touched Di Zun's lips, and then lightly touched him twice.

Emperor Zun's mind was not on this at the moment, he supported Wen Qing to sit down, checked his body and spirit condition at the first time, and then the smile on his face gradually enlarged: "He said."

The realm is solid and flawless!

Su Wenqing was dazed by the gentle and flowing sea of ​​consciousness, and fell asleep quickly leaning on Emperor Zun's shoulder.

"I'm here." Emperor Wang Yuan patted Wen Qing's shoulder lightly.

Suddenly, Emperor Zun sensed something was wrong, looked at it suddenly, and then froze.

Langyue stood on the shore, Tianlei fused part of it, this sword was destined to be famous in the six worlds in the future, but at this moment, with the moonlight pouring down, Emperor Wangyuan could clearly see a person sitting on the sword, half-figured Transparent, wrapped in a wide white robe, lowered eyes, pure white eyelashes, pupils close to blue jade, he is like a handful of extremely clean frost and snow, indescribably cold and noble, with good-looking facial features Get close to a demon.

Noticing Emperor Wang Yuan's gaze, the other party seemed to blink gently.

Emperor Wang Yuan: "...Lang Yue?"

Sword Spirit nodded slightly.

Emperor Zun: "..." He had heard of the sword spirit transformation, but this was the first time he had seen it.

Looking at Lang Yue's appearance, he still doesn't have a real human form.

hum!Fen Ke flew out close to the surface of the water, splashing Emperor Zun's face!

Burning was extremely fast, and circled around Langyue Sword Spirit, and then seemed excited and shy, rushed far away, startled the birds fluttering all the way.

Lang Yue couldn't speak yet, so he asked Emperor Zun Fenji what's wrong with his eyes?

Emperor Wang Yuan smiled awkwardly: "It's useless, don't take offense."

The owner can sense the emotions of the natal magic weapon, and the burning bones are simply driven by the beauty of Lang Yue's human form.

shame!Emperor Wang Yuan cursed in his heart, the first time he saw Wen Qing, he also felt that the beauty was out of the world, but he couldn't be so gaffe, right?Emperor Zun looked at Lang Yue again, and deeply felt that a flower stuck in cow dung, would it be worthy to be burned?

Fen Li also sensed his master's emotions, and sent out a heart-piercing roar in his sea of ​​consciousness: I deserve it! ! !

Su Wenqing fell asleep for half a month, and when he woke up, his body was light and light, like a jade in the rough that had just come into the world, it was not stained by a speck of dust.

Su Wenqing sat up from the couch, put on his shoes and pushed open the door, and saw Emperor Zun and Wang Wangshou standing under a tree, staring straight at a certain place, with a complex expression full of hexagrams, in the hexagrams With admiration.

Su Wenqing followed their gaze, thinking, isn't that the room of Su and Xianzun?

Su Wenqing squinted his eyes, the barrier outside the room was still there... No way, Feng Qing and Su He haven't come out yet?

"Awake?" Emperor Wang Yuan strode over and pulled Su Wenqing into his arms: "How is it?"

"Very good." Su Wenqing replied, he was also very curious now, and lowered his voice: "Su and them..."

"Feng Qing came out to look for me just now." Emperor Wang Yuan looked strange: "I asked for some pills to strengthen the foundation and cultivate the vitality."

In fact, I needed a bottle of medicated oil, and Wang Wangshou was there at the time. Although Wang Wangshou had never used the flowers played by the demons, he had seen them before and was sensitive to smells. As soon as Emperor Zun took them out, he knew what was going on.

Then Emperor Zun and Mo Zun were both shocked. Is the sword cultivator who has been open for thousands of years so terrifying?Although Su and the Immortal Venerable are in harmony, but that body...

Three more days passed.

In the early morning, a group of people were drinking tea around the stone table. When the door slammed, they looked at it together.

Feng Qing was immediately stared at in a daze, he was really careless, although he was dressed neatly, but the whole person... how to describe it?It's not as neat and serious as usual, and there is a sense of idleness and fullness in his bones, and the corners of his mouth are slightly raised, for fear that others will not know how straightforward he is.

Su Wenqing got up: "Where are Su and Xianzun?"

Feng Qing replied, "I'm asleep."

Emperor Wang Yuan: "You have been..."

Feng Qing: "Yes."

Ze Yu couldn't help it anymore, "Didn't you say take a break?"

Feng Qing: "No need."

Wang Wangshou: "...you are so strong."

Feng Qing: "It's so-so."

"..."

The wind died down, he didn't seem to say anything, and he seemed to have said everything.