Immortal Fu Yongxiang

Chapter 470
(Thank you all for your pink votes, rewards and evaluation votes~! There are too many accumulated, uh, hard to sort out, so I won’t list them one by one~! The people will take their own seats, hehe~! About Qin, based on her From a visual point of view, it’s actually a different story. The same goes for Nangong Zha. In their eyes, the dyed-clothes girl may be a vicious female supporting role, quack~)

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The moment Mo Ranyi rushed into the sword formation, he was attacked and killed.

Xue Po Bing Yao dodged and rushed forward. Her ice-transparent jade hand, which was as delicate as a work of art, touched the opponent's wrist with a gentle twist.

"Crack" the bones shattered and the world turned around.

The flying sword that attacked with great momentum penetrated the body of its owner in the next moment, and the abdomen was violently stirred.

All this happened in an instant, just a face-to-face meeting.

The initiator crossed over lightly, and the bright red with a little bit of heat had no time to dye it. The icy cold air solidified the green flames in the sword array, freezing a path.

It was precisely because of the actions of the Snow Soul Ice Demon that the sword formation of the Sword Alliance was so easily broken by the Ten Thousand Immortals Palace.

The Sword Alliance felt an unstoppable force coming towards them. The sword formation was instantly disintegrated. The monks who formed the sword formation flew away and were ruthlessly strangled by the monks from Ten Thousand Immortals Palace.

As soon as the sword formation was destroyed, a burst of blue flames shot into the sky, and the sound of angry birds was heard in the distance.

Without the obstruction of the Qingyan Rainbow Sword Formation, the road up the mountain is in front of you.

The sound of the wind was chaotic, not as messy as the ground. Six of the seven sword cultivators who formed the formation were dead and one was seriously injured. However, six of the seven people who formed the formation died for unknown reasons.

The one who was languishing on the ground and gasping for air was the leader who spoke so arrogantly. He was already dying. The flying sword pierced through his dantian was clearly the flying sword he was holding before.

The aura of the flying sword is still there, but the hand holding the sword is bent at a strange angle, glowing with a blue-white color. A faint cold smoke rises vaguely from the hilt, and it disappears in an instant, and the hot blood takes over. The area controlled by ice flows freely...

If the Dantian is destroyed, even if one barely survives, he will still be a useless person.

Before the seriously injured man could catch his breath, his heart felt cold and a sharp pain hit him.

Even the last remaining person completely lost his breath and lay on the ground like a dead fish.

The one who "replenished the sword" from behind was a Jindan monk from a certain sect affiliated with Wanxian Palace. With his level of cultivation, he was just the bottom among this group of experienced cultivators. Come, mostly with a sincere "learning" attitude and conscientiously do their job of "making soy sauce".

When they should not appear, they will definitely not appear. When they should appear, they will appear at the right time.

Like...now.

People who maintain their own identity, such as Wanxian Palace, can probably only think about it in their hearts and go around it in their minds. However, without even a hidden look, the soy sauce party will take it into their hearts. Thoughts turn into actions.

The monk who was "repairing the sword" pulled out the flying sword, cleanly and neatly as never before, without any sloppiness, raised his face, and smiled so brightly that it pissed off the sun.

I'm afraid this sword cultivator from the Sword Alliance never expected that his life would be in the hands of a Golden Core Stage cultivator like this.

A dignified swordsman in the Nascent Soul stage is nothing more than a disgusting corpse after his death. Apart from those external belongings, the flying sword and the sword box make no one want to take a second look...

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Wanxian Palace was not happy for too long. When the sword array fell, the green flames soared into the sky, attracting a large number of spiritual birds. The smell of blood only deepened their ferocity. Each one of them was like moths flying into the flame, going crazy. Attack the monk below.

Dense black spots fell from the top of the head, seemingly endless, and a battle was inevitable.

Unlike these monks who hurriedly responded to the attack of the spiritual birds that blocked the sky, Mo Ranyi was walking in the winding and rugged mountain. The further he walked, the fainter the whistling sound outside faded away, and he could only calm down. From time to time, strong air currents pass through the corridors in the mountain, like flying monsters, screaming and roaring away.

This is the nest of some kind of spiritual bird. The precise wording is - bird's nest!
As soon as he noticed the restlessness of the spiritual birds above, Mo Ranyi ordered the troll titan to dig a hole. He originally wanted to hide it to avoid the chaotic feathers of the birds outside, but he didn't want to accidentally bump into it. The bird's nest is coming.

Tunnels extend in all directions. Even after entering the cave, the birds still can't change their habit of building nests. In the middle of a circle of fish bones, weeds and stones, there are round eggs lying quietly, with red spots like birthmarks imprinted on the egg shells. , different in thickness and looseness, the erythema seems to be crawling with life, trying its best to connect into one piece.

In order to see the appearance of the egg clearly, Mo Ranyi took a few steps closer. The bird's egg lying safely in the nest suddenly shook for no reason. The crisp sound of the eggshells hitting each other sounded, causing a wave of noise from far to near. The sound of the sound.

She quickly stepped back, gathered her breath, and sent the Troll Titan and the Snow Soul Ice Demon back to the magic tower.

The big bird that "walks" swinging is unusually powerful, with a pair of sharp eyes. The vertical row of sword feathers on its head is slightly curved, like a furled sickle. Its body is covered with fiery red feathers, and its abdomen, neck and wings are There is a circle of fluffy white embedded on the edge, which is very beautiful.Probably because he was not used to walking, the two-meter-tall bird looked very impatient. Its breath was filled with turbid firelight. Its huge wings flapped from time to time, creating waves of red halo. As if drunk, he stumbled quickly towards the direction of the egg.

After determining which eggs were restless, the big bird opened its mouth and spit out a stream of flames. Its wings vibrated skillfully, causing a gust of wind to slightly lift the eggs. Several eggs rolled happily in the flames, rising and falling. When the eggshell was evenly dyed with a light red color, the big bird stopped, put it down gently, and walked around a few times uneasy, and then left. Before leaving, those sharp sword-like eyes , as if trying to penetrate the rocks, he patrolled around vigilantly.

Mo Ranyi's heart felt hot!
She didn't need to take a closer look at the eggs. She was already sure that she had entered a treasure house by mistake. The eggs in front of her seemed like countless points waving to her...

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"Dad, don't regret having wings... wings... wings..." The little man shook the man's arm with difficulty.

"Ahem..." The man coughed before he could say anything, and turned away quickly. After his breath had stabilized, he turned around, looked at the child with a doting look on his face, and said warmly: "Okay, if you don't regret it, Daddy will give you whatever you want." Get it."

"I want the most beautiful one!" The child's eyes were sparkling, and his slightly raised face was full of expectation.

"Of course!" The man's voice was as soft as the wind, as if it was about to be cut off at any moment, but his tone was extremely certain, and his words were final and there was no change.

"Daddy is the best, Buhui loves daddy the most!" Qin Buhui took the initiative to press his little face against his father's thin and pale palm, showing his admiration.

The man smiled brightly, and his eyebrows became softer. He pushed himself up and gently wrapped the child's braided head in his arms. He was afraid that his skinny body would hit this immature little person. He felt that at this moment, his heart was full. Full.

Qin Zhiqing galloped all the way from the alchemy room and walked to the door. When she saw the warm and sad scene of the father and son, she felt inexplicable sadness and joy for a moment. She paused for a moment, and then walked in the wind again, her lips The horns were raised, and the smile was charming and bright, "Don't tire your father."

He reached out and touched the child's face. His hands were tender and soft. He gently picked up the child and put it on the couch, letting it nestle on his father's waist. He turned his hand and turned out a jade bottle. The mouth of the bottle tilted down and he poured it skillfully. Three pills were produced.

He heated his palms, melted the elixir into the liquid, and quickly took out a small wooden furnace. It was exquisite and small, like a miniature version of the alchemy furnace. The elixir liquid flowed into the wooden furnace and spewed out a burst of green smoke. The simple and unpretentious wooden furnace It immediately became a little more vivid, and the lines on the wood stove were looming. Bisi walked away quickly, and a round green bead flew out from the mouth of the wood stove, and landed lightly in the man's mouth.

The man's pale face gradually improved, with a slight blush. His eyes were as bright as snow, and he looked at the woman in front of him tenderly, without concealing the lingering affection in his heart.

"Thank you for your hard work..." There was a hint of hidden apology in the light tenderness.

Qin Zhiqing lowered her eyelids, smiled lightly and gently, and spoke in a gentle tone as she recounted what she had encountered today, "...we might as well have met her, and after getting to know each other, we would tell her the key to getting out of the battle...for many years. Unexpectedly, she has made great progress in her cultivation and is already a Nascent Soul... If she doesn't regret seeing her ink jade ghost sword butterfly fresh, she will never forget it... I have warned her not to mention me in front of others. With her If you meet me face to face, you will still pretend not to know..."

The man had been listening quietly, seemingly attentively and yet unintentionally.

After she finished speaking, she sighed softly, "Why do you have to be so careful..."

"Zhiqing, you can leave at any time, I will not force you to stay."

"Are you going to chase me away again?"

Qin Zhiqing naturally put her hands into the man's broad and thin palms, and was immediately tightened tightly. She couldn't help but feel a little chill in her heart. She kept saying that she was allowed to come and go freely, but in fact she wanted to hold her firmly in the palm of her hand and raised her eyes. , there was a drowning tenderness in the man's eyes, and her mind was in a trance. She couldn't tell whether this man's words were true or false, or...she didn't want to tell, she just wanted to indulge in this intoxicating tenderness.

"How could I be willing to chase you away..." The man hugged her and the baby together. Surprisingly, his thin arms suddenly became fuller.

Mother and son seemed to have long been accustomed to such changes. Qin Buhui gradually moved more and less cautiously than before.

After a while, the man was able to sit up and lifted the child high with a smile. The child's giggles were filled with innocent joy.

Qin Zhiqing watched the interaction between father and son, smiling sweetly, gently and brightly.

The scene at this moment is extremely warm and joyful.

Only her heart ached, but she still had to force herself to laugh.

The baby's name is Buhui, and she has an older baby named Youhui!
Qin Youhui...

At this moment, I don’t know where the eldest child is, how many hardships she has endured, whether she is clothed warmly, well fed, and in good health, but she still remembers the appearance of her biological mother!

(End of this chapter)