The fairy godmother's match changed to take Long Aotian's script

The reason why Pei Xihe was able to fight across the border and kill Ao Jiuze was of course inseparable from the "real dragon holding the pearl" formation and the suppression of the demon god's blood.

But it is also her Three Paths of the Supreme Dao Sutra, the dharma body she condenses is far beyond ordinary, and the foundation is so solid and thick that it is terrifying.

If she can temper Faxiang's true body with this second-grade elixir, it will definitely improve her fighting skills in a short period of time.

And Song Qingge was delighted when he heard the words, and took out a square sandalwood box from his storage space.

"Thank you Daoyou Zhao for your generosity. This is the second-grade elixir 'Divine Essence Xiyuan Pill'. It can be inspected in person and saves a lot of trouble."

Pei Xihe took the small sandalwood box from his hand, without saying anything about the scene, and without any embarrassment, he just lifted the lid to reveal the inside.

Two plump elixir with light yellow and clear body and purple-red cloud patterns around them are falling on the liquid nephrite cushioned in the box.

The elegant and light fragrance wafted in the air, and Pei Xihe's thoughts flowed on it. He felt that the medicinal power was complete and the appearance was excellent, so he closed the small sandalwood box, imposed restrictions, and put it in the Yin Temple, saying with a smile.

"The medicinal power is very complete, and it must be of great benefit to me. This time it is also mutually beneficial."

Song Qingge nodded with a smile, and said, "I also met Daoist Zhao once, why don't you add a portable treasure book like Fellow Daoist Fu Xi, so that we can contact each other in the future?"

This portable treasure book can also be regarded as a characteristic of the Daqian Dynasty. For example, their Taixue bachelors are all celestial beings, so who can buy one or two immortal crystals?
This thing is branded by monks, and then a ray of energy can be exchanged with each other, turning it into a linking hub, so Song Qingge asked this question.

Pei Xihe nodded, took out the scroll-shaped treasure mirror and exchanged breaths with Song Qingge's bronze mirror-shaped treasure mirror, and now they need to contact each other in the future, so they can send a message.

Then Song Qingge cupped his hands and said goodbye, swayed his body and fell into the clouds and mist, it was difficult to find one or two traces.

Pei Xihe accepted the 'Divine Essence Washing Yuan Pill', and suddenly remembered a few messages he had seen in the Baojian exchange area a few days ago.

[The exclusive secret recipe that even the immortals are looking for, you have to look for the fairy medicine workshop! 】

[The ancient secret recipe of Xianyaofang, let you sweep away fatigue and be yourself]

……

Could it be that this so-called "Ancient Secret Recipe" is worthy of the newly developed "Divine Essence Washing Yuan Pill"?
Xianyaofang, you know marketing.

Pei Xihe secretly thought that it was a clever idea to use the Baojian exchange area as a place to promote its reputation.

This is a trivial matter, she lowered her head, retracted the dark light in her eyes, and felt that the spying eyes withdrew with Song Qingge's departure, and she suddenly had some speculations in her heart.

Pei Xihe laughed lightly, without taking any other actions, Ling Yun lightened his body and headed towards the location of the Xianque Tower.

……

"This little girl didn't find you and me, did she?"

Shuo Li scratched his head, and said in confusion, "Is this perception too sharp? You and I are immortals."

While Qiu Xue stood aside, she gave the old man a blank look.

"There are so many strange things in the world, can you still know all of them?"

"As far as I know, many natural talents such as natural psychic powers, flawless incorporeal body, spiritual soul and profound spirit can easily detect and spy on them. That's all right. At worst, don't watch secretly."

Shuo Li snorted and muttered to himself.

"Then I'll look at it openly, it's not peeping."

"But old lady, do we really ask Xiao Qingge to raise that sickly Huanglin Xiaojiao? Then..."

He looked a little ugly.

There is always a sense of comparison, Zhao Tianling's descendant has reached the top [-] in the list with three realms, but his closed disciple is not as good, so he has to admit it.

But with the love for the young disciples, the master always wants to send the best to his hands.

Qiu Xue said in a deep voice.

"What do you know."

There was a flash of light in her eyes.

"The Huanglin Flood Dragon is Qing Ge's great opportunity, the key to immortality!"

"There are too many heroes in the world. If you compare them in ignorance, you will only fall into confusion. You and I know the fate of this disciple, so I found a monk from the Tianwen lineage to deduce her, so I asked you to lead her to Qianlong. Feiyu."

"The growth of Huang Lin Xiaojiao is not what she has to go through to transform into an immortal?"

"That's why you and I can't interfere, she can do whatever she wants, this is her way of immortality!"

In the end, Shuo Li's realm was lower than hers, and he didn't see the inside clearly, only then did he understand the reason, but curled his lips, showing an aggrieved gesture: "Then why don't you tell me earlier."

Qiuxue snorted, and said tut-tsk.

"Put away your old face, it really hurts my eyes."

"When you are seven or eight hundred years old, I will let you go. You still dare to make such a gesture now that you are an old thing."

"Bah, bad luck."

Shuo Li's old face blushed, and he hurriedly straightened his expression, only then did Qiu Xue look in the direction in which Pei Xihe was leaving, and said slowly.

"I don't know if we arranged for her to go to Qianlong Feiyu this time, whether it will be effective or not?"

……

Anxu blessed land, Cangliu area.

The stormy waves crashed on the shore, the waves surged into the sky, the blue sea was deep and cold, and it seemed like a dark abyss.

Extending down, one can see that the five thick black chains are covered with runes, filled with a sense of eerieness and eerieness. The chains extend away and are locking Zhao Tianling in the cage.

His face was not as clear and clean as before, it was covered with bloodstains, and he cursed in a low voice, Cang Wugou, that bastard.

Since Ao Jiuze's death, the days of luck and foundation that have been sucked away in the dark have gathered on Zhao Tianling again.

His talent is truly extraordinary.

There is a saying of "innate sword bone" in the world, and although Zhao Lingtian was born in a small world like Tianxu Shenzhou, he was born with a precious bone, which was favored by the Dao of the sword, and transformed into a natal sword .

He was born with a vision, at that time the Yiyuan Dao was in full swing, but the Mahayana master was just around the corner, so he found him and took him under his family, only half a Jiazi was raised.

And Zhao Tianling built the foundation at 600 years, 1 golden pills, and practiced faster and faster all the way. Before he was [-] years old, he became a master of Mahayana in just [-] years, and was recognized as No. [-] by all the forces in China. [-].

It was also because he was favored by the heavens that he was able to nourish the whole body and restore the defeat.

But now that part of the luck has returned, Cang Wugou wanted to pull it out again, but found that there was nothing he could do, all of them failed, so he was naturally shocked and angry, and imposed various punishments on him.

Not killing him is just being greedy and using him as nourishment to breed a proud son comparable to Ao Jiuze.

And Zhao Tianling received it all, and with the return of that part of his own power, the mana that had been stagnant for a thousand years began to flow and circulate again. In the dark, he seemed to have a glimpse of the chain of heaven ahead.

From high to low, and then from low to high, this experience made his mood soar.

The mana in the body nourishes the wounded meridian of flesh and blood, and slowly remodels the already broken body of Faxiang. Zhao Tianling has a clear understanding in his heart, and the No.12 knife that belongs to him alone in the previous Yiyuan knife has taken shape.

Practiced so that the weather of the week is magnificent, and the body and mind are unrestrained.

The day when the sword is swung is the time to cut off all shackles.