Chapter 162 161. Dragon Elephant Ninth Blood, Fire Worship Demon Sect (8.7K words - thanks to the leader of the "Midnight Lanz" book club)
Next to Nanwu Jianmen.
The chariot is in the air.
One man and one chariot, waiting quietly.
The young man in the chariot stretched his body leisurely, making every part of his body feel relaxed and happy. From time to time, he grabbed the jug of wine on his side and took a sip.
The wine flask is made entirely of black jade, and the wine inside is often exuded with a faint cold mist. It feels cold when you smell it, and becomes ice when it enters your throat, but turns into a fierce knife that twists your internal organs in your belly.
"My adoptive father is right. When he drinks a cup of ordinary tea, the tea is not ordinary.
But when I drank it, it was very ordinary.
Therefore, people of my level can only taste this fine wine by drinking it. ”
Song Yan was drinking and chatting with Aunt Xi outside the carriage.
Aunt Xi grinned and said, "There is also good wine. Let's grab it if we find a chance."
Song Yan was stunned and said: "Why do you want to rob? Are we that kind of people?"
He snorted coldly and said: "No matter what I take in this land, I think highly of him and give him face.
If he doesn't want this face, then teach him well and let him know more about the truth and right and wrong, so as not to suffer a big loss in the future. ”
Aunt Xi:.
Her fat face couldn't help but turn to the side and glanced at the young man behind the curtain.
Song Yan continued with an emotional tone: "Oh, as early as in Kuching, I had heard of this little fish lady's reputation, saying that she was the most beautiful lady in Kuching in a hundred years.
To be honest with Aunt Xi, before I go to bed, I think about her five days out of ten.
Thinking about how beautiful her face is, how long her legs are, and how big her breasts are.
Tsk tsk tsk, I didn’t expect that I would get what I wanted today, my dream would come true, hahahaha. ”
The young man laughed and drank from the pot. After drinking, he took a new pot of wine and hummed a little tune in his mouth.
With his peripheral vision, he glanced at the terrifying Zifu monk standing in the air outside the curtain.
Aunt Xi's soybean-sized eyes also turned to him, faced him, and then whispered: "This little fish lady has entered the pseudo-mansion in Zifu. When the master has sex with her, the last time Be careful not to get hurt by her.”
Song Yan naturally understood that the "pseudo mansion" refers to the kind of person who used the "Xuanxin" to initially rise to the Zifu, but he could not continue to stay in the Xuanxin. Instead, he had to use massive amounts of crystal jade to maintain his realm, which resulted in an extremely unstable realm. Stable, if you are not careful, you may even fall back to the realm of Jianggong.
The existence of this realm has changed from the original 200 years of Jianggong to the 1000 years of Zifu in terms of longevity, but it is completely unable to use the power that Zifu should have in the early stage.
This is called the Puppet Mansion.
Song Yan said "hmm", then said no more, crossed her fingers and closed her eyes comfortably.
He didn't understand.
What is this woman named Aunt Xi trying to do?
Although judging from the overall situation, this plot should not be a murderous one, but he felt that it was really abnormal.
Today, he has been acting so naughty. He doesn't practice cultivation either. Once he gains power, he thinks about finding women first, and he also has conflicts with other tribes. Not only was Aunt Xi not the least bit annoyed, the least bit disgusted, the tiniest bit persuasive, she also looked like he could do whatever he wanted.
Why?
There is no love or hate without reason in the world.
The more you give, the more you get.
But although he is talented now, he is definitely not at the level where a strong man can obey orders like this.
After thinking for a while, Song Yan said: "Aunt Xi, I want her now, I can't wait any longer!"
Aunt Xi didn't say anything, she just said "hmm" lightly.
At Nanwu Jianmen, the young lady in scarlet brocade lost her mind and felt a mountain from high in the sky pressing down on her.
The strong wind was so heavy that the earth almost collapsed, and then the terrifying humanoid beast stood in front of her.
Auntie Xi's urn sounded: "Teaching the fish master, I said something in the chariot."
Yu Xuanwei bit her silver teeth secretly, but immediately raised her fists and said: "Senior, there is still an ancient alliance in this land, and the alliance promised me"
Aunt Xi waved her hand and interrupted: "The time has passed long ago, no one will care about such a trivial matter like yours. It is your blessing to be my master, so don't appreciate it.
Now, I give you two options.
One, follow me to the chariot.
Second, I will destroy the sword gate, then cripple you, and then get on the chariot. ”
Yu Xuanwei looked at the terrifying woman in front of him in astonishment.
She has never seen such a cruel and domineering person. Even the members of the ancient Yewang clan were patient with her, and they were definitely not the kind to destroy flowers with such ruthless hands.
Aunt Xi said coldly: "Calling you Fish Master is to give my master face. Don't toast and eat as a penalty."
After saying that, she revealed a fierce look in her eyes and glanced coldly at the sword sect behind which, although it could not be said to be dilapidated, was definitely not worthy of a sect, she coldly snorted: "You really want me to take action?"
Yu Xuanwei bit her lip, and she suddenly felt that maybe the dude from the ancient Night King clan was not bad.
However, she had no choice at this time, so she bowed respectfully and said, "I wish I could go."
Aunt Xi said: "That's right. Serve your master well or die!"
A moment later, a sword rainbow came in front of the flying chariot. Before Yu Xuanwei opened her mouth, the curtain opened, and the inner monkey hurriedly stretched out a hand to grasp her wrist tightly, and then quickly pulled her away with a cry of surprise. Entered the chariot.
Yu Xuanwei felt extremely nauseous, with goosebumps appearing on her wrists. At this moment, a muffled groan came from the sky in the distance.
"Come to the territory of our Ancient Night King Clan and rob the women of our Ancient Night King Clan. Fellow Taoist, do you not take our Ancient Night King Clan seriously?"
The curtain is opened
Yu Xuanwei saw dozens of figures passing by in the sky in the distance.
The first two people, one is a white-haired middle-aged man with black cloth around his eyes and five-color brocade, and the other is a young man wrapped in black cloth.
"Night blessing!"
Yu Xuanwei couldn't help shouting, feeling as if she had found a savior.
The young man with black cloth around his eyes was Ye Fu.
Ye Fu naturally heard a lot from Yu Xuanwei's tone. He also had mixed emotions because he never thought that Little Lady Yu would one day ask him for help. This shows how much of a dandy from the Wuxiang Ancient Clan in the chariot. Such tyranny, what a villain!
Song Yan took Yu Xuanwei's wrist and didn't let go. He just spread his legs casually, looking outside, and pulled hard, causing the little lady to stumble into his arms, and then had to be restrained. sitting on his lap.
Song Yan felt the fat and soft buttocks pressed against her thighs, and she hooked her fingers outward, as if in provocation.
When he came here today, he not only wanted to get back the "opportunity of his Zifu to protect his memory", but also wanted to test Aunt Xi's strength. If possible, he also wanted to try the old monster in the Wuxiang Token.
Yu Xuanwei sat in the arms of this strange young man with a pale face, subconsciously murderous intent budding, but thinking of the words of the humanoid ferocious beast, she did not dare to move at all, and could only endure the close contact between the two in humiliation.
"No!!!"
Ye Fu roared with grief and anger, then looked at the white-haired middle-aged man beside him and said: "Second uncle, second uncle!!"
The white-haired middle-aged man did not respond, but looked at the fat woman standing proudly next to the flying chariot seriously and carefully, and suddenly asked calmly: "But in front of Princess Xi?"
Aunt Xi did not answer, but asked coldly: "To fight, or not to fight?"
The white-haired middle-aged man said: "I am a double success at night."
"To fight, or not to fight?"
"Since Princess Xi is here, that's all."
"Just stop it! Let's fight!"
As soon as the words fell, Princess Xi suddenly rushed out. The fat flesh was like boiling water, rolling over and over, and her thick legs suddenly stepped in the air.
This step seemed to crush the entire void, and the fragments turned into a huge elephant hoof made of the power of thoughts.
The elephant's hoof is not complete, giving people a sense of incompleteness, but even so, it is extremely powerful.
Before the hoof even touches the ground, the mountains and rivers beneath it are already like paper houses that have been hit by a typhoon, rumbled deep into the ground, and the mountain peaks have been flattened.
The white-haired middle-aged man who called himself Ye Shuangcheng was shocked and hurriedly used his strength to fight.
But when he came into contact with the elephant's hoof full of murderous intentions, he fell rapidly like a bird being knocked away by a steel plate, sinking more than ten feet into the ground, with endless holes and billowing smoke.
Princess Xi frowned and said, "It's boring."
In the pit, Ye Shuang crawled out in embarrassment.
Princess Xi looked down at him and said: "You are only good at night, why not wait until night to fight."
Ye Shuangcheng didn't reply, but closed his eyes slightly, as if he was contacting someone in some way.
After a moment, he opened his eyes, sighed and said: "Princess Xi wants to break through the late Zifu period and wants to fight for the truth, so I won't accompany you.
As for the descendants of the ancient Lingbo clan, they have long since lost their inheritance. She is just a mortal woman and is of no use to our clan. If Princess Xi wants it, she can take it. ”
After that, without waiting for Aunt Xi to speak, he turned around and said lightly to Ye Fu: "Xiao Fu, call the elders and let's go."
In the previous contact, he had already figured it out.
Princess Xi, a crazy woman, is looking for people to fight everywhere in order to break through the later stages of Zifu. He doesn't want to get into trouble and waste his cards in such a place for no reason.
Ye Fu looked at the flying chariot.
The curtain of the flying chariot was deliberately opened by Song Yan.
The young man hugged the beauty, drinking and laughing.
The beauty frowned, apparently serving patiently with lowered eyebrows, and raised her eyes slightly from time to time, signaling for help with her pity-like eyes.
Ye Fu shouted in a pleading and angry tone: "Second uncle!"
"I'm going to call you Princess Xi!" Ye Shuangcheng criticized angrily, "You can't let go of a woman, what big things can you do?!"
Ye Fu said angrily: "No, second uncle! Is there any justice here?"
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly felt a murderous aura. He looked up, but only saw a pair of eyes the size of soybeans.
The eyes replaced the sky and the earth, like two huge beast pupils standing in front of them, flashing with violence.
Yefu's Adam's apple rolled, he lowered his head tremblingly, and saluted with a trembling voice: "Senior Xixi."
Immediately, he mustered up his courage and said unwillingly: "I wonder which brother from the Wuxiang Ancient Clan is in the flying chariot next to you?"
Princess Xi did not answer, but curled her lips teasingly.
Ye Fu's heart trembled, he hurriedly turned around and walked away in a mess.
Princess Xi withdrew her gaze and suddenly felt someone was looking at her. She glanced at Song Yan from the corner of her eye and suddenly said in a low voice: "Master, there is no need to pretend to be a playboy and test me everywhere.
I want to ask for something from you, but that matter is related to our Longxiang ancient clan, or to the entire ancient clan
Since the master is a member of the ancient tribe, he cannot escape this disaster.
The master was stared at by Xuan Long for ten breaths. This talent is unique among the Wuxiang Ancient Clan's generation, the previous generation, and even among the living.
This is why I follow you.
What I follow is not you now, but you in the future. ”
She closed her eyes slightly and said: "Three thousand years have changed, and it has been another 2,112 years. Time is running out. Master, there is no need to think too much, no need to try these things again, just become stronger quickly. ”
Song Yan was not surprised when his thoughts were revealed, he just narrowed his eyes slightly.
He suddenly recalled what Tang Xiaokong said.
"Our ancient Wuxiang clan has been around for more than five thousand years. When we were first born, we had the innate soul secret technique and the Wuxiang mask as our inheritance.
And since two thousand years ago, the Yin Yang Xuanlong carried a jade stele appeared in the ancestral lineage, and what was recorded on the jade stele was the third inheritance of my Wuxiang ancient clan - the true method of selflessness. ”
One is more than five thousand years old, and the other is two thousand years old. It really changes every three thousand years.
Princess Xi suddenly pointed at Yu Xuanwei, who was sitting on his lap, and said: "Her Lingbo ancient clan was an extremely powerful ancient clan for eight thousand years. In this land, it is the only one among the Wuxiang ancient clan today." on.
However, something unexpected happened two thousand years ago. After a thousand years of survival, it was still unable to survive, and it was destroyed.
However, this Ancient Night King Clan just emerged two thousand years ago and belongs to the emerging ancient clan. Therefore, there is a certain respect for the Wuxiang Ancient Clan because its foundation is not as deep as the Wuxiang Ancient Clan. ”
Song Yan said: "What about Aunt Xi?"
Princess Xi said: "Our ancient Longxiang clan was destroyed at about the same time, but I was born more than a thousand years after the extinction of the race, but I am the only one who still has the inheritance of my clan's innate secret skills in my body. I want to understand this Everything is why.”
After that, she said calmly: "I didn't plan to tell the master about these things so early. But I didn't expect that the master is not only powerful in talent, but also full of scheming. If I didn't tell him, it would make the master suspicious. , let the master continue to be so frivolous and internally consumed.”
The two looked at each other for a long time.
Song Yan suddenly pointed at her and said with a smile: "You are wrong."
After saying that, he threw Yu Xuanwei down on the horizontal chair in the flying chariot, and pressed him hard, but he just pressed against it but did not move. Then he quickly raised his body, and then helped Yu Xuanwei He stood up, pulled up her pleated dress, said "Sorry", then looked at Aunt Xi, sighed and said: "You are right."
The two looked at each other again.
Princess Xi smiled and said: "I really saw the right person."
Song Yan shook his head with a wry smile, took out two wine glasses, then raised a pot to fill one glass. When the other glass came, he asked politely: "Is the fish girl drinking wine or tea?"
Princess Xi waved her hand and covered the curtain of the flying chariot.
In the flying chariot, Yu Xuanwei had already come to her senses. She was now seriously looking at the young man who had just disgusted her. However, she had also heard rumors about the Wuxiang ancient clan and knew that the people in the clan were mysterious and unpredictable. What you see is definitely not what it originally looked like.
But the demeanor and demeanor cannot be faked.
The young man who looked like a dandy just now, now has a cool expression on his sleeves, a calm expression, noble and calm, not angry and self-confident, as if he is not shocked by the collapse of the sky, and is not afraid of the collapse of the earth.
"Master, master." Yu Xuanwei couldn't help but say.
Song Yan said: "Let's drink tea."
After saying that, he poured tea for Yu Xuanwei and handed it to her.
Yu Xuanwei took the tea.
The tea is fragrant and of excellent quality. It is simply not something that the Jianmen of Nanwu can afford today.
She took a sip and asked carefully: "Does the master know me?"
Before, she thought it was a story about a dude who took a liking to her and wanted to rob her by force, but now it was obviously not the case.
Song Yan looked at this former old friend, shook his head slowly, and then said: "It's just an opportunity for Aunt Xi and I to get to know each other again."
Outside the carriage, Princess Xi couldn't help but roll her eyes, and said to herself: 'Fart! ’ Yu Xuanwei took it seriously. She nodded lightly, said “Oh”, and then said: “Then Master, I”
Since it was just an opportunity and not for her, she could no longer think of a reason to stay here.
After going around and around, he still never got around the fate of being swallowed up by the ancient Night King clan and becoming the Night Fortune Furnace Cauldron.
It's really ridiculous.
She looked sad.
Song Yan said: "You? You have already called me master, so of course you will follow me. Not just you, the entire Nanwu Jianmen will follow me. This place is close to the Ice Mirror Wasteland, a bitter cold place. Let's find a better place."< br>
Yu Xuanwei could hardly believe her ears and looked at the young man in surprise.
Outside the carriage, Princess Xi didn't care.
She doesn't need to worry about this genius' past.
Because what she cares about is the future of this genius.
More than a month later.
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It was obviously late spring and early summer, but light snow began to fall in the sky.
The luxurious flying chariot slowed down surrounded by a group of swords.
But it's not because of the snow, but because of something unusual in the distance.
The thin blood mist was wrapped with the falling snow, and inside there were bloody corpses standing still, paper figures flying, and monks sitting high on giant shadow puppets.
However, no matter whether they were blood corpses, paper figures, or shadow puppets, they all exuded a strange hot aura.
The breath spreads in all directions along with the wind and snow, alternately hot and cold, making the people around you feel like the treacherous weather of midsummer at one moment, and the biting winter at the other, which is very uncomfortable.
Looking closely, one can see that the hot breath comes from the "fire" inside the blood corpses, paper figures, and shadow puppets, a blazing "fire".
"Master, the Demon Sect is recruiting people."
Yu Xuanwei said softly, briefly recognized it, and then continued, "This should be the Fire Worshiping Demon Sect of the Snow Country."
Song Yan retrieved the information from his mind.
The Fire Worshiping Demon Sect is the ruling sect of the Snow Country among the fifteen kingdoms under the Wuxiang Ancient Clan.
This Snow Kingdom actually ranks at the bottom among the Fifteen Kingdoms of Wuxiang. Because it is located to the west of the Ice Realm Wasteland, it is also considered bitterly cold.
However, the attitude of the people of the Snow Kingdom towards the Fire Worshiping Demon Sect was completely different from that of the previous Three Kingdoms.
Everyone in the Three Kingdoms was afraid of the Demon Sect, and the Demon Sect even relied on robbing to recruit its handyman disciples.
But here, the people worship the Demon Sect extremely.
The Demon Sect accepted people, and the people almost rushed to get there.
There is a strange force floating in this land.
Song Yan opened the curtain and looked into the distance, only to see a vast mountain range like the sea in the distance, with peaks reaching into the clouds and connecting to the sky. At this time, in the thin snow and mist, they looked like stone pillars hanging down from the sky. .
As for the profound energy here, it is quite abundant, far better than the previous Puppet Sect and Nanwu Sword Sect, and this place is also Song Yan's destination.
He came here because there was a evil place and a demon sect.
Moreover, the Demon Sect seems to have a higher level of shadow puppet making skills.
After the Puppet Sect came from the ancient teleportation formation of the Jin Kingdom, although it had the fifty years of stable development promised by the Ancient Clan Alliance, it actively invested in the Fire Worshiping Demon Sect and became a part of it. Compared to the Nanwu Sword Sect, it was no longer It's not smart.
But it is not that Nanwu Jianmen does not want to merge with the big forces. However, the sensitive identity of the descendants of the Lingbo Ancient Clan and the "forbidden marriage" declared by the Yewang Ancient Clan make no surrounding big force willing to accept it.
After all, it is not a great force, and it is worthless to offend an ancient tribesman for this.
At this moment, a monk flew over on a shadow puppet from a distance, but he just glanced at Princess Xi in the crowd from a distance, and then turned around and left in a hurry. Then a man wearing a fire-patterned cloak turned into a blood rainbow and flew here. He saluted from a distance and said: "I have met Princess Xi!"
Princess Xi said impatiently: "I have already told your sect master that my master wants to use your sect as a dojo for some practice.
As for these twenty-odd monks, they are from your neighbor Nanwu Jianmen. They now belong to our master and have settled here together.
Don't talk nonsense and take us to the top of Luojiao Mountain quickly. ”
The man had obviously heard about this. He raised his eyes and looked into the distance. A golden token floated out of the flying chariot. As soon as the token floated into the air, it suddenly glowed with golden light. The two words "无相" written in ancient script The words burst out of the sign, emitting bursts of light in the air like a blazing sun.
The man in the fire-patterned cloak and all the surrounding monks who saw this light hurriedly prostrated themselves.
Although ordinary people in the world don't know why, they still imitate it.
Almost instantly, all the ordinary and intelligent creatures within a radius of dozens of miles knelt down.
Yu Xuanwei didn't dare to look outside. This huge power made her even feel trembling.
It was also the first time that Song Yan saw the power of the "Phaseless Token".
In this land, as long as he shows his token, he is like an emperor who suddenly changes into a dragon robe for a private visit.
He took back the "Phaseless Token".
The fire-patterned cloak monk who had prostrated himself quickly stood up and led the way.
The common people below, including the new disciples of the Demon Sect, looked up at the luxurious flying chariot flying through the sky. They were all frightened and felt in their souls how vast the world was and how small they were.
Song Yan remembered that the first time he came to the Puppet Sect, he was caught as a handyman.
Then after several twists and turns, he became a leather master, a disciple of the sect master, a contemporary sect master, and a sect master hundreds of years ago.
Now, he has come to the Demon Sect in this larger world, but he has entered as a "distinguished guest of the transcendent forces".
The other side.
When a member of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan chooses his own sect as his dojo, what does it feel like to be the sect leader?
Mu Xianyang may know best.
As the new sect leader of the Fire Worshiping Demon Sect, Mu Riyang has always been deeply eager to strengthen his position and for the Fire Worshiping Demon Sect to grow.
The arrival of this Wuxiang Ancient Clan member helped him save time in the nick of time.
The Wuxiang Fifteen Kingdoms have over a hundred sects.
And every sect with a Wuxiang clan member will have a feeling of "climbing the dragon and clinging to the phoenix", because the Wuxiang clan members themselves are "righteous". Even if there is a conflict between sects, if the other side knows that there are "Xiangless people" in the opposite sect, they will not dare to attack randomly.
This will undoubtedly give him, the newly appointed sect leader, some breathing space.
What's more, it's even more outrageous that the servant of this Wuxiang clansman is actually the notorious "Princess Xi".
With Princess Xi in charge, Mu Xianyang felt that he could breathe a sigh of relief and not have to worry too much about being taken advantage of by surrounding forces. After all, every "change" of the Demon Sect is bound to be accompanied by a "decline in the strength of the sect," ranging from the loss of a few masters to the complete disintegration of the sect.
At this time
The man wearing a fire-patterned cloth robe and barefoot on the ground was standing in the dark wilderness beneath a sect, looking attentively at the tragic red flames rising in the center of the wilderness.
Many bones could be vaguely seen in the flames.
Mu Liyang bowed to the skeletons and said with a grin: "Master really went in time. If it were a step later, the internal fighting in this sect would not be over yet, and the Wuxiang clan would not come here to avoid trouble. ”
After saying goodbye, he turned around.
The flames burned quietly in the dead underground, making a slight crackling sound, like the sharp whispers and vicious curses of evil spirits.
Soon
Mu Liyang appeared in front of Song Yan. He had a kind face, dressed as an ascetic monk, and introduced the distinguished guest with a friendly smile.
"This place is called Zhengyang Peak, and it is a dojo specially prepared for the superior envoy. From now on, the superior envoy and his followers can stay here.
I will have people quickly create a batch of tokens for your people to come and go.
Token style, later."
Song Yan said: "Xuanwei, you can just discuss it with Sect Leader Mu."
Mu Xianyang glanced at the female cultivator beside him, who was probably his woman, and smiled: "That's okay."
Song Yan added: "I want to watch the Fire Worship Demon Sect's methods. I can exchange the skills with the ancient clan's contribution points."
Mu Xiangyang was stunned for a moment. He knew that the Wuxiang Ancient Clan always had its own inheritance, but why was this envoy interested in other sects' techniques?
He glanced slightly at the young man in front of him, and then at the sword cultivators behind him, who were almost all female. Suddenly, he had a thought in his mind and said with a smile: "Okay, of course, I will arrange an elder for you to listen to your orders." , no matter what you want to do, just tell her directly, and she will stay on your peak temporarily. ”
Evening
The female cultivator from the Fire Worshiping Demon Sect is here.
People are in the future, but the fragrant breeze has already arrived.
The snow-white skirt is wrapped in flowing clouds and snow, and the scarlet umbrella is slightly raised, slanting down on her shoulders. Her bare feet are without shoes, but they are like ice crystal snow jade, slightly standing on tiptoe on the snow. Walking happily.
Her lotus steps moved lightly, swaying step by step, like lotuses in a wind pond, very graceful.
Song Yan had a premonition in her heart, but when she saw this female cultivator, she still had a feeling of "no way"
This female cultivator is none other than Wang Susu.
At this time, Wang Susu was extremely pure. Her big eyes seemed to be slightly lowered shyly. She did not look at the young man in the distance. She just came closer and said softly: "Susu has seen the envoy. Whatever the envoy wants to do, You can talk to Susu about anything.”
If this is the first time for someone to meet Wang Susu, they will definitely think that this woman is particularly pure, but in fact, this is definitely a woman who is completely black even to the bones and scum.
Mu Xianyang sent Wang Susu to him because he actually wanted Wang Susu to accompany him to the cave. After all, Wang Susu's ability to tease men was not weak, and then many things would naturally go smoothly.
And Wang Susu herself was working hard to hug this thigh, so every word, every move, every move was full of feminine charm.
But as Song Yan looked at her, there was only a hint of inexplicable joy in "meeting old friends again" in his heart.
When he first came here, the first person he really met was Wang Susu.
Now, he wanted to use his "old friend" to understand the "protective thoughts" of the middle period of Zifu, but he didn't expect Wang Susu to appear in front of him again.
Of course, he actually had this expectation when he chose the Fire Worship Demon Sect as his dojo, but when this expectation actually came true, he still felt a little incredible.
Wang Susu's Qi-containing skills were not very good, so Song Yan could tell that she was now in the late stage of Jianggong, and presumably she was now in the stage of hurriedly competing for the "right to use Xuanxin".
As long as the resources are appropriate and the profound roots are suitable, it only takes a few years to use the mysterious heart to step into the pseudo-mansion realm.
Extend your life first, then talk about other things.
Of course, this price is by no means light. At least Nanwu Jianmen was "impoverished" by Yu Xuanwei.
After Yu Xuanwei stepped into the pseudo-mansion realm, she needed a large amount of mysterious jade. Therefore, the Nanwu Jianmen had already been surrounded by family members.
"I have a little dabbling in leatherworking and would like to learn something more advanced."
Song Yan looked at Wang Susu and said what he was thinking word by word.
Wang Susu was stunned for a moment, then raised her eyes. Before she saw Song Yan, she saw Yu Xuanwei beside Song Yan.
She felt that time had stopped inexplicably, her eyes rolled back again, she looked at Song Yan, and smiled shyly: "That's a coincidence. Su Su also has some research on making shadow puppets, so she will definitely be able to help the envoy."
After a while.
In Zhengyang Peak, a cave was vacated and used exclusively for leather making.
Wang Susu carefully grasped the carving knife, came close to Song Yan, faced a piece of animal skin, and softly began to talk about her knowledge of leathermaking. In order to prevent the noble man from being impatient, she directly introduced the "Hundred-Xiang Divine Control" as soon as she opened her mouth. "Come.
During this period, the two of them accidentally got closer. Seeing that their little fingers were about to touch, Wang Susu hurriedly retracted her hand as if she was electrocuted. Then she glanced at him quietly, pretending to be nothing, and continued to be serious. explain.
Song Yan felt relaxed.
However, he was not interested in "Hundred Signs of God". What he was interested in was the weird secret technique of "Shadow Puppet Hiding Fire".
That secret technique, he vaguely felt, should be the unique system of the Fire Worship Demon Sect, and it was also a further step forward from the ordinary leather-making technique.
However, no matter how he asked, Wang Susu carefully avoided it, and it was obvious that she had a gag order.
That night, Song Yan called Princess Xi directly and said angrily: "Aunt Xi, let's go!"
Princess Xi frowned and said, "Who would offend the master without opening his eyes?"
Song Yan said unhappily: "The sect master here doesn't give me the secret techniques I want to see. He definitely doesn't welcome us."
Princess Xi:
Her big ferocious eyes silently glanced at the owner, who was clearly not a dandy, and said in a low voice: "I'm going to get it right away. My Wuxiang Clan's contribution points are the most expensive currency here, which is enough to exchange for his secret skills." .”
Song Yandao: "Jiangong's nine bloods need to be prepared first."
As he spoke, he took out a list from his arms and handed it out: "Aunt Xi, can you get it?"
Princess Xi looked at the nine kinds of blood on the list, her pupils shrank, and then she raised her head in shock, looked at the young man in front of her in surprise, and said: "You, this..."
She didn't know what to say.
Song Yan smiled and said: "I think Aunt Xi is very strong, and I want to be as strong as Aunt Xi, so I chose this blood, which is the most perfect for the ancient Longxiang clan."
Princess Xi said: "However, Master, you do not have the innate secret skills of our Dragon and Elephant clan. You cannot successfully digest these nine kinds of blood, and there is even a fatal danger."
Song Yan said: "What secret technique?"
Princess Xi said: "The innate secret skill of our Dragon and Elephant clan is to strengthen our bodies. We are born invulnerable to all poisons. Even a child with a yellow mouth will not be afraid of the poisons inflicted by the monks of the Zi Mansion.
Therefore, when we, the Dragon and Elephant clan, choose the Jiugong blood in the Jianggong realm, we only care whether it is strong or not, regardless of how toxic it is.
But there is some essence and blood in it, and even if you search the entire ancient clan, it is impossible for anyone to refine the corresponding Jianggong Pill. ”
The two looked at each other quietly.
After a moment, Song Yan said: "Aunt Xi, I want it, I want this, I don't care."
Princess Xi took a deep look at him and said: "Okay, I will help you get these nine kinds of blood. But even though these bloods are listed in the book, it is not easy for me to get them.
I will ask the people below to search for this blood through transactions, issuing ancient orders, hiring casual cultivators to hunt in the Shanhai Kingdom, asking family ancestors, and even entering the secret realm dedicated to the captivity of my ancient clan. But even so, it is impossible to find them all in a short time. ”
Song Yan smiled and said: "Aunt Xi is the best."
He was a little emotional.
Thinking back to the beginning, each of his nine palace bloods was obtained by himself with great pains, and many of them had a narrow escape from death.
But now, Aunt Xi went to help him do it.
And he only needs to complete all the goals here, restore his realm as soon as possible, and break through the middle stage of Zifu.
Whoosh~~~
Princess Xi disappeared without a trace.
Song Yan looked out along her back.
The snow is falling endlessly, and the sky is empty.
In addition to Yu Xuanwei, there is actually another old friend of the Southern Wu Jianzong.
Thinking of that person, his heart softened instantly, and even his breathing became tense.
He is no longer a white embroidered tiger, but An Li forgot her feelings by borrowing elixirs, tried too much elixirs, and the erysipelas was deeply rooted, just like the dead leaf swordsman back then, there was no hope of breakthrough, and she stopped in Jiang Palace.
How does he get to her?
What else are you going to say to her?
(End of chapter)