Secret Golden Dragon Purple Scale Armor X1.

The Mystery of Hongmeng Creation Diagram X1.

Lu Xiaoran took a glance and found that the Hongmeng Creation Map was actually comparable to the Mountains, Rivers and States Map. It could even be said that it was even stronger.

However, the difference between the Hongmeng Creation Map and the Mountains, Rivers and States Map is that the Hongmeng Creation Map is a real killing weapon.

It contains earth, water, wind, fire, thunder and lightning, and all kinds of extremely horrifying scenes that can cause serious damage to the spirit and body of a cultivator.

The Map of Mountains, Rivers and States is more like a space magic weapon.

It has no offensive properties.

Secret Immortal Marrow Pill X180.

Secret Immortal Soul Pill X150.

Secret Sky-High Sword x1.

A lot of mysteries, basically all good things.

But perhaps it was because Lu Xiaoran had already obtained quite a lot of mysteries, so naturally, he was not too interested.

Alas, it's another day of lying down and collecting money, nothing new.

Just go and practice.

What Wangcai said makes sense.

If your cultivation is not good enough, what good will it do even if you find it yourself?

Not only will you be unable to save others, you might even end up sacrificing yourself as well.

Anyway, Zhuge Ziqiong has been captured for two years and is not dead yet. It is estimated that the Buddhist sect will not kill her for a while, so there is no need to worry too much.

After all, even if she was really killed, the worst that could happen is that I could use the body-shaping seal to revive her, right?

In this way, Lu Xiaoran once again entered into cultivation.

On the other side, near the Small Buddha Temple, several monks fell to the ground with their heads and bodies separated.

Above the few people, a white figure, with a long sword on his back, walked slowly towards the Small Buddha Temple.

This figure was Li Changsheng.

In the past few days, he has destroyed several small Buddhist branches nearby, but unfortunately, he still couldn't find Zhuge Ziqiong.

Looking at the small Buddha Temple on the mountain, Li Changsheng said calmly:

"I have already removed all the small temples nearby, but I still can't see the little junior sister. Ling Xinyue said before that the little junior sister's cultivation has reached the first level of the God-making Realm, and that bald donkey is even stronger than her.

The only place around here where there are Buddhist elders with cultivation levels above the God-making realm is this small Buddha temple.

I hope I won’t be disappointed this time.”

On the other side, there was another figure at the entrance of Tiandao Pavilion.

"Stop, who is it?"

The disciples of Tiandao Pavilion discovered the other party at the first moment and stopped them at the gate of the mountain.

The other party immediately responded with a folded hand:

"I, Ling Xinyue, am here on the orders of Li Changsheng, the Saint of Taiyi Sword Dao, to pay my respects to Song Xinian, the Saint of Tiandao Pavilion. I have something important to tell you."

They looked at each other, with a puzzled look in their eyes.

"How could the Holy Son of Taiyi Sword Dao know the Holy Son of our Heavenly Sword Pavilion?"

“Will there be ghosts?”

"Hey, do you have any keepsake?"

"some!"

Ling Xinyue immediately took out the waist badge of the Saint of Taiyi Sword Dao that Li Changsheng gave her.

When the other party got the badge, he couldn't help but be slightly surprised.

"It really is the waist badge of the Saint Son of Taiyi Sword Dao."

Several disciples guarding the mountain looked at each other, and one of them immediately responded:

"Wait here, I'll go in and report."

"Then thank you very much, seniors."

Ling Xinyue bowed to express her gratitude, and the other party immediately entered the mountain gate to report.

Although Taiyi Sword Dao and Tiandao Pavilion sometimes compete secretly, in fact, everyone has achieved enlightenment and can be considered friends.

And since Ling Xinyue had taken out the identity badge of the Saint of Taiyi Sword Dao, they naturally could not underestimate it.

The disciple who was in charge of the messenger had just arrived at the Holy Son Peak when he heard bursts of music coming from the attic.

“Quick! Quick!”

"Master Saint is so amazing."

"No, Master Saint is too brave today!"

The disciple guarding the mountain suddenly had a strange look on his face.

After a long while, he coughed lightly and then said:

"Sir, I have something important to report."

As soon as he finished speaking, a muscular and strong figure appeared in the attic, leaning on the windowsill. The resolute face just glanced at him, and he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

What a strong momentum!

Just like the entire Taiyi Sword Dao, everyone is practicing the sword art, and their sword intent is extraordinary.

The disciples of Tiandao Pavilion all practice swordsmanship.

Therefore, in terms of sword intent, this mountain-guarding disciple can feel the horror of the Son of God even more.

"What is it? Do you still need to trouble the Saint Son? Can't you handle it yourself?"

Two graceful figures, wrapped in gauze skirts, poked their heads out from the windowsill and glanced down, their faces looking somewhat unhappy.

The disciple guarding the mountain quickly responded:

"Don't blame me. It was a female cultivator who brought a token and said she came to see you on the orders of Li Changsheng, the Saint of Taiyi Sword Dao?"

"Who are you talking about?"

Song Xinian's originally slack expression changed drastically in an instant.

The two women couldn't help but say:

"Holy Son, why do you bother with the Holy Son of Taiyi Sword Dao?"

"That's right. Our Heavenly Sword Pavilion is not inferior to Taiyi Sword Dao. If he wants to see you, then he can see you, right?"

"Get lost!"

Song Xinian pushed the two women away and instantly came downstairs to the disciple who was guarding the mountain.

"Whose orders did you just say she came here on?"

"Madam, this is the Holy Son of the Sword Dao, Li Changsheng."

"Hahahaha, I knew it! I knew it! In this whole world, except for him, no one else can be the Holy Son of Taiyi Sword Dao!

My guess was correct!"

The disciples guarding the mountain were all stunned. They had no idea what Song Xinian was doing.

Especially at this moment, he was only wearing a scarf, and as the breeze blew, the stick swayed in the wind.

This scene is really a bit indecent.

"Where is the messenger?"

“It’s right at the foot of the mountain!”

As soon as the words fell, Song Xinian disappeared from the spot in an instant.

When he reappeared, he had already arrived at the foot of the mountain. He was wearing a Saint's robe and a crown, looking domineering and handsome.

"See the Son."

The disciple guarding the door immediately knelt down and saluted Song Xinian.

"Get up."

"Thank you, Holy Son."

Seeing Ling Xinyue, Song Xinian couldn't help but speak softly:

"Are you the one sent by my fourth brother?"

Ling Xinyue nodded.

"Yes, you are Song Xinian, right?"

"Asshole, you actually dared to call our Holy Son by his name, you are courting death!"

The disciple of Tiandao Pavilion was furious, and just as his momentum was about to burst out, he was suppressed directly by Song Xinian.

"Shut up!"

He merely shouted softly, and several people could not help but feel terrified, as if there was a long sword hanging above their heads, which could fall down at any time and take their lives.

This scene made Ling Xinyue's heart surge with fear and tremble with fear.

So scary!

Is this Dad’s apprentice?

Every disciple is so strong, their talents are so outstanding, so excellent, and so brilliant!

Although Zhuge Ziqiong was not very amazing before, at that time, Zhuge Ziqiong had only been in the God Realm for a few years and had already reached the first level of the Creation Realm.

In terms of talent, he is already unrivaled.

Later, she met Li Changsheng, who was even more powerful and terrifying to the extreme, and his cultivation reached the peak of the Ten Realms Martial God.

As for Song Xinian now, it is equally shocking.

Ling Xinyue could feel that Song Xinian and Li Changsheng were definitely capable of fighting, and was definitely not much weaker than Li Changsheng.

This means that Song Xinian has also reached the pinnacle of the Ten Realms Martial God!

Are they all monsters?

How do you practice?

Of course, the most terrifying thing is his cheap father.

His vision in selecting his disciples is so outstanding, so how outstanding must he himself be?

So scary!

Hey, that’s not right. Why did I start calling him dad again?

Ahhhhh!

Going crazy!

Ling Xinyue clenched her fists in anger, wishing she could slap herself twice.

Why am I so disappointing?

Is it true that my heart really longs for a father?

Song Xinian also saw Ling Xinyue's little expression and couldn't help but frowned slightly.

Have I offended her?

Why does it feel like her lungs are about to explode with anger?

However, since this person was sent by his senior brother, he couldn't put on airs as the Holy Son of the Heavenly Sword Pavilion, so he could only cough lightly and say:

"My fourth senior brother wouldn't just let you come over to say something, right? What does he want to talk to me about?"

Ling Xinyue woke up, took a deep breath, and then said:

"It's like this, your sister was captured by the Buddhists! Li Changsheng has gone to rescue her, and he asked me to come and tell you."

"Damn it! Those bald asses actually dared to arrest my senior sister? Are they really tired of living?"

Song Xinian was so angry that he cursed on the spot.

You know, their master has nine disciples, and only two of them are female.

The male to female ratio is an astonishing seven to two.

In this situation, every senior sister is a treasure.

They are all pearls that should be kept in the palm of your hand and protected.

Now he has been caught by a group of bald donkeys!

How can this be?

"Take me there! Quick! Take me there right now!"

"good!"

As the two were about to leave, the mountain guard disciple quickly spoke:

"Son, you can't just leave the mountain gate! It's very dangerous outside. If you get into any trouble, we can't afford it."

"Go back and tell the Sect Master that I said that I went out to help someone in need, and tell her not to worry."

Ling Xinyue felt a little strange.

"Will the leader of your Heavenly Sword Pavilion agree? Will he punish you?"

"Punish her ass. If she dares to punish me, I'll come back and spank her little butt all night long."

Ling Xinyue's face couldn't help but twitch slightly.

"Wait a minute, the leader of your Heavenly Sword Pavilion is a woman? You even want to spank her little butt, are you related to her?"

"Why? No way?"

"Well, she is the leader of a large sect in the God Realm. How old is she?"

Song Xinian glanced at her with great disdain.

"What do you know? Young people don't know the sweetness of soft food, but when you are old, you will be heartbroken! A woman three years older than you, brings gold bricks, a woman three thousand years older than you, I am directly ranked among the immortals!"

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