This devil can't get through

Chapter 99
The news from Bo Qianhong was not very good, which made Xia Qingyang feel like the storm was about to come.

If Beiheng Xianzong could not hold on to the line of defense, then the northern part of Heilin Kingdom would bear the brunt of the threat of monsters.

And if the chaos in the Zhongwu Kingdom in the west spreads to this point, then what they will have to face is the group of behind-the-scenes masterminds who drove the monsters to cause chaos in the Zhongwu Kingdom.

It's cumbersome, quite cumbersome.

Xia Qingyang didn't care about how the Green Devil Sect would deal with this situation, but he was really reluctant to bear the current situation in the Black Forest.

This is simply a printing press of personal virtue!
He only needs to come up with a good policy, and he can often have a large amount of merit income... This makes him unable to stop.

But at this time, both the north and the west are too dangerous. The east is the sea, and the south is where Daqingshan is... He has almost no way out.

This confused him.

In fact, Bo Qianhong was quite troubled by this.

She sighed secretly: "Pin Dao thinks that the previous hexagram may be wrong... The hexagram tells Pin Dao to take refuge in the east, perhaps referring to the Dongsheng Shenzhou at the Daomen base camp."

Xia Qingyang didn't think much of it when he heard the words, maybe it would be a good thing for him to have a true immortal-level player in the Black Forest at this time.

However, in his eyes, these silk thousand red masters and apprentices are not trustworthy, they are uncontrollable factors, and he would rather send them out of the country.

So he said, "Then I wish Senior Silk a smooth journey."

There is no intention of holding back, let's go... The only pity is that Bo Qianhong seems to be very sensitive to the intelligence of Zhongwu Kingdom in the west, and now there is one less source of intelligence.

Bo Qianhong hesitated for a while, but finally turned around and left with a sigh.

It was strange to say that, knowing that the young blood pool disciple in front of her was a devil in the eyes of outsiders, she looked quite kind.

She is not the kind of person who does not care about hatred and hatred. With a calm nature, she can vaguely perceive the desire for peace in Xia Qingyang's body... This resonated with her.

In addition, she also knows how to look at qi. Although Xia Qingyang has a lot of cover, she can still vaguely feel that this is a person with great luck.

Seriously, if it weren't for the current unstable situation, she really wanted to stay and make friends...

She finally left with her apprentice.

In fact, if Xia Qingyang knew what she was thinking, she would probably sneer...

He can understand such a move to avoid disaster, but since he ran away in danger, what is the use of making this 'friend'?
At this time, his realm has not yet reached the realm where he likes to sit with people and discuss the Tao, so he does not know the benefits of being a 'Daoist' at all.

After confirming that Bo Qianhong had completely gone, Xia Qingyang thought about it for a while, and suddenly heard a voice transmission from his master...

"What are you thinking about, why don't you come and listen to the teacher's opinion?"

Xia Qingyang, yes... Yes, he chose to talk with that silk Qianhong in this small yard, didn't he just hope to be safe and secure under the eyes of his master?

Obviously Song Xiaoci also heard the information brought by Bo Qianhong throughout the whole process. This is something to tell him... The only thing that is not right is that Song Xiaoci's voice seems to have a hint of drunkenness.

Xia Qingyang thought for a while, and then quickly walked to an underground passage in the next door.

This is the place he secretly remodeled, and it is his private goods.

It's just that this kind of private goods is obviously not enough to hide the master, so Song Xiaoci directly requisitioned this place this time.

The entrance to this underground palace is just after the temple dedicated to Xingguang Xingjun, Xia Qingyang opened the secret door and walked down the stairs, and walked into a hot and humid underground palace.

This thick bloody smell is not much different from the blood pool.

This is inevitable, Mrs. Xuanyin taught the two disciples the secret technique of "Blood Illuminating Divine Pond", which naturally requires the use of blood, and it is even possible to build a blood pond for them to soak in.

Xia Qingyang walked to a room and wanted to go in directly... but after thinking about it, he knocked on the door.

This is the place where the master took the two senior sisters to cultivate, it would be better for him not to go in.

"Come in directly."

Song Xiaoci's voice came from inside.

Xia Qingyang didn't doubt that he walked in...

Who would have thought that as soon as I entered, I saw a pool of blood and two carcasses soaking in the blood pool!
His eyes straightened, and in the looming blood mist, he seemed to be able to see some graceful curves.

Song Xiaoci said in a light voice, "It's beautiful, isn't it?"

Xia Qingyang has withdrawn his eyes, and then said with eyes and nose, "Master, how can you make such a joke, the two senior sisters are pure and clean, and the disciples dare not blaspheme."

Song Xiaoci said indifferently, "Bingqing Yujie? There is no such thing as Bingqing Yujie... We practice with fresh blood, and now we even have to immerse our whole body in this blood pool, which has long been contaminated and dirty."

"If you really want to say 'Bing Qing Yu Jie', you are the only one in my blood pool."

"Actually, since you started, I have been paying attention to you."

"From the very beginning, you were more willing to suffer from the cold poison than to drink blood to practice qigong... At first, I thought that sooner or later you would degenerate or die under your own will."

"But you survived, and you took our blood pool to survive together..."

"I knew then that you don't actually belong to my blood pool, let alone the magic door."

Song Xiaoci seemed to have something to say.

Xia Qingyang took the first two steps and waved away the blood mist in front of him, only to see the master lying on his side by the side of another bright red pool in light clothes, and his eyes were a little blurry.

He sniffed silently, only to realize that this pond is full of fine wine.

It turns out that the master was talking to him drunk just now?

Who knew that Song Xiaoci said with a blurred vision: "So you don't need to worry about the current situation. It's a big deal for me and your senior sister to return to Daqingshan to live a hard life."

"It's you, why don't you take this opportunity to go to Dongsheng Shenzhou with the true immortal scattered cultivator to seek opportunities?"

"There is a place where Daoism is important, and you may get a big chance."

Xia Qingyang looked at his master in surprise, and the delicate and delicate spring light couldn't attract his attention.

Master, are you going to drive him away?

Is this Master's response to the current situation? !
Xia Qingyang felt a little suffocated in his chest, and then snorted coldly: "Master said it easily, but I am afraid that the Yuanzong who disturbed Zhongwu Kingdom will not let my Qingshengmen so easily..."

After speaking, he said a little toughly: "Since the master has no other good way, then let the disciples arrange it!"

Mrs. Xuanyin said angrily: "You brat, can you do whatever you want for your teacher?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he slapped him over, and the power of the immortal realm with all his strength!
Seeing this, Xia Qingyang didn't perform any more performances, and the sixth-grade "Taiyin Divine Palm" directly greeted him, holding the palm of his hand without spitting it out, very skillfully dispelling all Song Xiaoci's palm strength.

The two of them just stood still with their palms against their palms... In fact, Song Xiaoci suddenly refused to admit defeat and was unwilling to withdraw, and the two entered a dangerous competition of infuriating energy.

This is something Xia Qingyang didn't even think of... Looking at Song Xiaoci's dazed and blurred face, and looking at him like crazy and resentful...

His scalp was a little numb, shouldn't the master suddenly think of him as Jiang Dongcheng unconsciously?
(End of this chapter)