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Chapter 494 Guest Blood Rider

"Li Qingyun?"

Jiang Ding thought about it and remembered this person.

"I haven't seen him in nearly a hundred years. Please invite him in."

Although this Tianlinggen monk who came from the world of Yue Kingdom could not be said to be a good friend or trustworthy friend, he still had a real friendship with him.

After a while, a young man wearing a simple Taoist robe, with a handsome face and as gentle as jade walked into the Demon Palace and bowed from a distance.

"Disciple Li Qingyun, I have met you, my junior uncle!"

"Brother Li, long time no see, no need to be so polite."

Jiang Ding smiled and nodded.

Among immortal cultivators, except for parents, children, disciples, or deep friendships formed when they were young, the seniority and titles have always fluctuated and changed with their strength.

Therefore, no matter how others call him, he always calls them fellow Taoists.

His consciousness scanned slightly, revealing a hint of surprise.

The aura of the magic-level skills on Li Qingyun's body disappeared, and turned into a classic-level skill, with a faint aura of thunder, and his magic power and spiritual consciousness were much deeper than those of the same level.

Cultivation is the pinnacle of foundation building.

With Tianlinggen's talent, forming pills is basically no problem. This is a huge advantage in talent.

However, it seems that the Heavenly Spiritual Root will have a huge obstacle in the first level of transformation, but it is far inferior to the third and fourth spiritual roots.

"Uncle, I haven't seen you for many years. My master misses me a lot, so I specially ordered a disciple to deliver a letter."

After receiving permission, Li Qingyun stood up and handed out a letter with both hands.

"Oh?"

Jiang Ding was slightly surprised.

Over the years, I have been writing letters to the Seven Feathers Sect on and off, maintaining a basic friendship.

This is the first time for me to be so solemn.

A letter that breaks a tight seal with the breath of magic and easily destroys itself.

Jiang Ding closed his eyes to read for a moment, then opened his eyes again.

Silently.

Li Qingyun glanced above uneasily and quickly lowered his head.

"Senior brother said two things here."

"The first thing seems to have something to do with the Eighteen Bloody Cloud Riders?"

Jiang Ding looked down and asked.

"Yes."

Li Qingyun said respectfully: "Decades ago, General Golden Spear, the eighth general of the Eighteen Blood Cloud Cavalry, visited Qiyu Mountain and invited Master to join the Eighteen Blood Cloud Cavalry and become his guest, the Blood Cavalry."

"It's a bit humiliating."

Jiang Ding commented.

The so-called Eighteen Riders of the Blood Cloud, the first nine of them are late-stage Jindan monks, not to mention that Baimei Zhenren is the master of a local force. He has mastered the sect's accumulated heritage for three thousand years. In terms of importance and strength, they are all more than Some individual late-stage golden elixir monks.

Regardless of being from a small place, he is not a weakling at the same level. This is an advantage passed down from his ancestors.

"Yes, General Golden Gun thinks so too."

Li Qingyun explained: "The other party started to put forward two conditions. First, Keqing's blood knight can selectively obey the orders of the knight's master, Xue Liuyun. If he chooses to obey, he will definitely be rewarded; second, the eighteen blood cloud knights gave It has established the Nascent Soul inheritance of thunder-type skills and clearly defined meritorious deeds, which is not just an illusion."

"Beiyuan Dahao Xue Liuyun once swore to the sky that if someone has enough merits and he cannot get the corresponding Nascent Soul inheritance, he is willing to kill himself."

"That's not bad."

Jiang Ding nodded slightly.

If ordinary people swore, the Jindan monk would just sneer and ignore it. Even if he signed a Taoist contract, he would still be very worried.

But Xue Liuyun has accumulated a lot of reputation in the past hundreds of years, and many people will believe him. Especially since the Nascent Soul inheritance can be given repeatedly, people will not have to go through a lot of trouble to avoid it.

"After decades of thinking, Master decided to go to Beiyuan to pursue the path. Uncle Zhou's son died in the Danjie Heavenly Tribulation three years ago. His old man is heartbroken and has entered seclusion."

Li Qingyun felt a chill in his heart.

In a short period of time, one of the two golden elixirs of the Seven Feathers Sect left, and the other went into seclusion, as if he wanted to hand over the sect to him. He wanted to say something, but he knew it was useless.

Master's lifespan is only more than a hundred years at most, so he has nothing to worry about.

At this time, the path is his only obsession, who dares to stop him? “I know what you mean.”

Jiang Ding didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

This is to give the Seven Feathers Sect shelter to myself. Of course, I am not a peak foundation-building monk, but a Tushan sword cultivator. I hope that if there is a crisis, I can help him.

"That's okay. If you have time, Tushan Fairy City will help."

Pretending to communicate and ask, Jiang Ding replied.

"Thank you, little uncle!"

Li Qingyun was overjoyed and bowed his hands one after another, feeling much relieved.

Tushan Sword Cultivator, who has killed four golden elixir monks in a row over the years, has a great reputation and is invincible in this area. As long as he speaks, the Seven Feather Sect is as stable as Mount Tai.

"My master also agreed to the second thing."

Deep in the Demon Palace, a terrifying coercion descended, hot and sharp, and fell on Li Qingyun, completely freezing his magic power and body, making him unable to even move his eyes, showing a look of horror.

After a long time, the pressure dissipated.

"The meridians in the Taiyin Lung Meridian still need to be polished, and the level of spiritual consciousness has been condensed. It can still be improved in this aspect..."

Jiang Ding threw a jade slip to the other party.

The second thing that Master Baimei asked for help was naturally related to Li Qingyun's elixir formation. He didn't know where he got a book of classic exercises, which might be the Nine Heavens Relics.

In short, the Qiyu Sect's original experience in forming pills suddenly felt a little inconsistent, so they turned to using their favors here and begged Tu Shan Jianxiu for some advice.

Being able to possess the strength of the late Golden Elixir in the early stage of the Golden Elixir, you don't need to think about it to know that the skills you practice are extraordinary.

"Thank you, my junior uncle, and my ancestor Tushan."

Li Qingyun was so frightened that he almost knelt down and surrendered, but it took him a long time to recover, say goodbye and leave.

The Demon Palace returned to calm.

Jiang Ding closed his eyes and was about to enter the cultivation state when his heart moved and he looked somewhere.

……

Outside the Demon Palace.

A young man with an extremely ordinary face came to the door furtively. He was at the peak of his cultivation. He first saluted Chunjian, the first maid of spring, who was holding a sword tightly at the door and closing her eyes to rest.

"Girl, I'm Han Lin, would you like to see my junior uncle?"

"Han Lin?"

Chun Jian opened his eyes in confusion, and scanned this person with his consciousness. He repeatedly confirmed that he did not recognize him and that his cultivation level was not enough to take him seriously. He smiled apologetically in a formulaic manner: "Fellow Taoist, the young master is in seclusion and does not see outsiders."

Tushan Immortal City has stood here for many years, and every year there are various people who want to see it, including disciples of the Seven Feather Sect, casual cultivators, and Jindan.

Never succeeded.

Even Jin Dan just left a greeting note politely.

"This, I am..."

Han Lin's expression froze.

He opened his mouth to speak, but didn't know what to say.

He had been away from home for many years, and except for a very few people, no one in the long crowd knew him at all.

"come in."

A voice appeared in their ears.

"Dear guest, please!"

Chun Jian was stunned for a moment and quickly got out of the way.

Han Lin looked respectful and walked quickly into the palace. Soon, he saw a young man in green under the palace roof as wide as the sky.

Just like before, nothing has changed.