The Supreme Being of the Divine Dao

"Mo Lin, it seems that there is still no sign of tribulation after you came out!"

"That's right, Sister Bai, do you think this is a good thing or a bad thing..."

The little tiger demon sighed angrily. Although he was glad that he didn't have to experience a terrifying thunderstorm like Jian Qingya's, he was also afraid of the hidden dangers left in his cultivation path.

Jian Qingya put down the tea cup in her hand and said, "Stretch out your hand and wait for me to check your veins."

Mo Lin handed over his hand, and the little red bird squatted on his shoulder, watching curiously.

"The spiritual veins are normal, the spiritual energy is running unimpeded, and the foundation of the cultivation base is solid and stable, so there is nothing serious."

"Brother Jian, I feel more relieved when you say that."

Mo Lin's brows disappeared, and then he cared about the little red bird with a melancholy expression.

"Xiaohong's curse can only be lifted by gathering six bronze medals and six special bloodlines, but the ruins have collapsed, but we haven't collected all the bronze medals. I wonder if the bronze medals have been destroyed along with the ruins, alas. "

Bai Chuchu also agreed, saying: "We all saw the scene of the ruins collapsing at that time. After leaving that environment, many things were annihilated into dust, including the few bronze medals in our hands."

Jian Qingya: "Maybe it's been too long. It seems that to lift Xiaohong's seal, I'm afraid I have to think of other ways."

The little red bird drooped down a little depressed, and it could hear clearly what several people said. According to this, isn't it hopeless that it wants to seek revenge for the ghost clan for its father?
"But don't be sad, Xiaohong. Qingya and I have confessed to the elder about your situation. Let's go back to him and see if we can think of a way for you."

Bai Chuchu comfortably patted the little red bird's head. Although it may not be useful to find Elder Bai, it must be tried. After all, Elder Bai is the master of a continent, and his knowledge and experience are always more extensive than those of them.

"Hey, did I say you guys forgot about me?"

A big white radish with grass on its head jumped onto the stone table, and shook his head proudly: "If you are confused, ask me about this old antique first. How can your elder white have my seniority!"

"Hua Ling, don't brag. If you had a way, Xiaohong would have kept her appearance until now..."

Bai Chuchu immediately turned into Bai Yanran and went online. This painting spirit has always been very awkward. If you don't hit him, you don't know how much he weighs.

"Hmph, now and then, I have discovered a new cracking method!"

Hua Ling's arrogant back hand threw a very contemptuous expression to Bai Chuchu.

Jian Qingya raised her eyebrows, and said in a very gentle tone with a smile: "If you have anything to say, just say it directly, don't give a shit."

It's a pity that Hualing didn't feel kind when he saw his master's seductive smile, but felt cold in his heart, a little scared, what's the matter?

"You didn't find out that since Xiaohong left the ruins, has she been able to practice independently?"

Hualing quickly stated what he had observed, "As long as he can cultivate, as his strength increases, one day he will be able to break through this curse with his own abilities."

"Chirp!"

The little red bird let out a happy cry. It really felt that he had made great progress in his cultivation recently. It seemed that he had awakened a lot of cultivation techniques and memories from his blood. Gradually go on the road, and it is not a problem to cultivate a human form in this way.