Chapter 1381: The Dizang Avenue in a Small House, the Patterns Blend and Generate New Life

Tian Sang Ling Palace.

The night was hazy, and three figures were walking in the distance by the Goose Lake.

When passing by the side of a few post-natal spiritualists, even though the footsteps were loud, they did not cause the practitioners to look back.

"Brother, is this the territory of Sang Lao Er..."

The storyteller in the red skirt supported Ba Zun An, heard the frog sounds and wind whispers, and was moved by the quiet night.

What a paradise!

It is so peaceful and beautiful here, absolutely without conflict with the world.

When people enter this place, even their souls are relaxed. As for the dispute over the avenue, it is tiring to think about it!

"It is also the beginning of my cultivation..."

The old man Liu Changqing on the other side also sighed, and his body will was actually dominated by Xuan Wuji.

Ba Zun An walked silently along the road at that time.

When he reached a certain point, he suddenly stopped and felt a faint pain in his chest.

When passing by a powerful post-natal third-level spirit refiner in the bushes, the other party was just making a breakthrough. The violent aura almost knocked Ba Zun An over and fell into the Goose Lake.

"Brother!"

The storyteller's eyes went dark, and he hurried forward to support him. This is too weak!

After the Void Island, the brother's cultivation fell to the first level of spirit refinement. His aura was like a withered and rotten wood, worse than that of ordinary people.

A strong wind might pull him off the ground.

"The fourth level of spirit refinement..."

Bazun An pondered and glanced at the young man who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, and waved his hand to stop the storyteller from clenching his fist and turning his face to ask for an explanation.

He has already become too empty, how can he compete with a post-natal?

"Just wait."

He looked back at the Goose Lake, his hands resting on the white jade railing, looking at the fat geese playing in the water, with a little more nostalgia in his eyes.

"Who dares to break into the Spirit Palace at night!"

At this moment, a startled shout came from the air.

Along with them, a series of black-clothed men with fierce auras landed and surrounded the three people.

These black-clothed law enforcement members have very strong auras, most of them are at the peak of the innate and master masters.

Zhao Xidong, the great elder of the Lingfa Pavilion, held a piece of grass in his mouth and landed on the top of the weeping willow, isolated from the world, and glanced down:

"Today, in the Tiansang Ling Palace, is there anyone who dares to... goose?"

Zhao Xidong's voice stopped abruptly, and he almost flew up.

Because at this moment, as his eyes fell, he recognized the first-level refining spirit below, and his pupils gradually crawled out of great horror and terror!

"Boss?"

"Boss, say it!"

"Say that sentence, haven't you rehearsed it for a long time?"

"No one has dared to break into the Ling Palace for so long. Today is a good day. We can have some meat, hehehe..."

The law enforcement officers suppressed their excitement and sent a message to the new boss.

God knows what will happen when the identities of the Linggong Shouye, Linggong Wuxiu, and Dean Ye Xiaotian of the Linggong Space Mystery are exposed and they are sentenced to death.

How terrible the reputation of Tiansang Linggong in the vicinity has become!

It is difficult for the Holy Palace to raise so many Langs, and the small Linggong has produced three!

So much time has passed, and the Linggong today has enjoyed peace, and no villain dares to get involved.

This makes the Lingfa Pavilion useless.

The new law enforcement officers are eager to meet strong enemies and whip them severely to vent their frustration.

Who would have thought that the boring house-playing on weekdays... Bah, in the crisis exercise, the boss Zhao Xidong, who was so powerful, was now wilted and couldn't even say a word.

Just when all the law enforcement officers were wondering, they saw the new boss Zhao Xidong screaming and hysterically shouting:

"Dean, save me!!!"

Eh?

Why is it different from the usual exercises?

This sad and blood-crying sentence cut through the sky from the outer courtyard, disturbed the inner courtyard, and startled countless disciples who were practicing all night.

When the disciples were confused, they looked up and saw that the palace protection formation was suddenly activated, and realized that a powerful enemy was coming.

"Buzz!"

The light waves in the void flowed, and Xiao Qixiu, carrying a sword, flashed out from the inner courtyard and came to the E Lake in an instant, with extraordinary momentum.

"Who dares..."

His voice stagnated, and the action of holding the spirit sword behind him with his backhand also stopped.

Because when he lowered his eyes, Xiao Qixiu saw the eight-fingered man below who was supported by the man in the red skirt.

Eight Zun An?

What is this guy doing in the spirit palace!

The unbearable memories rushed out crazily...

Xiao Qixiu subconsciously opened his mouth and wanted to call Sang Lao, but found that Sang Lao was gone;

He wanted to call Ye Xiaotian, but found that Ye Xiaotian had also "rebelled against the palace".

"Qiao Qianzhi!"

He shouted wildly, not confident that he could face the Eight Zun'an, the Saint Slave Storyteller, and the new face with a faint aura.

Buzz!

Special spiritual patterns appeared in the void.

"Huh? You are..."

Qiao Qianzhi's face was only half exposed, and his lower body was still solidifying. Suddenly, his pupils trembled, and the special spiritual pattern in the void froze.

His lower body disappeared, and half of his face disappeared, leaving no trace of his presence.

"Qiao Qianzhi!!!"

Xiao Qixiu was so angry that his liver almost split.

But Old Qiao was scared, and the remaining pressure was all given to himself as the dean of the inner courtyard.

"What are you doing here?"

Xiao Qixiu endured and endured, and did not draw his sword.

If the sword is not drawn, people will feel insecure; if the sword is drawn, people will not feel safe - this is too uncomfortable!

"I, remember you."

Bazun'an raised his head and thought, and smiled for a long time, "But I haven't seen you for a long time, you haven't made any progress... um, a little progress?"

Huh.

Be patient, be patient!

Now that Elder Sang is not here, if we act impulsively again, no one will be able to clean up the war for the Ling Palace.

Xiao Qixiu and his disciples held back their anger and did not answer, but only asked again: "What do you want to do here!"

"Hmph!"

Xuan Wuji, who was wearing Liu Changqing's skin, snorted coldly, and Xiao Qixiu and Zhao Xidong, who were high in the sky, fell down with a bang.

Ba Zun'an was able to look straight ahead: "I'm looking for Ye Xiaotian."

Ye Xiaotian?

Zhao Xidong was stunned.

Xiao Qixiu was also stunned.

The law enforcement officers on the side were even more suspicious, and then they were even more horrified.

Ye Xiaotian, the former dean, also had an affair with the Holy Slave?

"Ye Xiaotian, that thief, actually betrayed the Ling Palace, and now he is wanted and everyone can kill him. How could our Tiansang Ling Palace protect this person?" Xiao Qixiu glared and spoke righteously.

Ba Zun'an did not speak, but glanced at Xuan Wuji.

"Hmph!"

The Wuji Patriarch snorted again, without any movement, and the Void Heavenly Secret Pattern appeared.

The surrounding law enforcement officers felt that they had lost the figures of Xiao Qixiu and the night raid trio.

"I'm looking for Ye Xiaotian." Ba Zun An spoke again.

Xiao Qixiu looked up at the changes in the void of the heavenly secret, took a long breath, and pointed to the back:

"Three of you, please come this way."

...

Thatched house.

With a creak, Qiao Qianzhi just opened the door, and saw four figures.

His scalp was numb, and with a snap, he hurriedly closed the wooden door.

"Xiao Qixiu, get out of here!"

But the wooden door was stuck by a sword.

Xiao Qixiu pushed it open with force, staring at the old man inside with a face full of anger.

"You still have the nerve to tell me to get out?"

"You don't even dare to show up, you old coward!"

Qiao Qianzhi was almost going crazy, his eyes widened, and he said in disbelief: "You brought these people here..."

"They are looking for Ye Xiaotian."

"Eh? That's great, hehe, hehe..." Qiao Qianzhi laughed dryly, opened the door and walked out:

"Everyone, please come in."

Ye Xiaotian was stunned in front of the wooden table, and the piece of tender roast goose meat in his chopsticks fell with a click, "You two..."

He was about to run.

Bazun'an walked in from outside the door.

"Something happened to Sang Qiye."

Ye Xiaotian was floating in the air. He paused when he heard the sound and turned his head. "Saint Slave Wuxiu, what does it have to do with me?"

"Strictly speaking, something happened to your friend Sang Qiye's apprentice."

"Xu Xiaoshou? Hahaha, what does he have to do with me?"

"Xu Xiaoshou is a man of deep affection and loyalty. In order to save his master, he was trapped in the dangerous place of the Central Region..." Ba Zun'an sighed, "He is really a man who values ​​feelings."

Ye Xiaotian listened to this emotionless sigh and twitched his mouth: "What does it have to do with me?"

"They are in the Central Region, we are in the Eastern Region, it's too late to go there now, the fastest way is you!"

"Hahaha, don't you have spirit crystals to use the cross-domain teleportation array? I can sponsor you three." Ye Xiaotian laughed.

"That will be marked."

"Hahaha, am I the teleportation array?" Ye Xiaotian laughed wildly.

"You are, and you are the only teleportation array we can use and will not be locked!" Eight Masters said with certainty, with a little more admiration in his tone:

"You have become Taixu, the only space mystery in the world, and you are only half a step away from the mystery of the semi-saint. The East Region and the Central Region are just a thought away from you."

"Not only that, you live in the Spirit Palace, but now your strength can look down on the world. If the semi-saint does not come out, who can compete with you? Once the semi-saint comes out, you can be canonized!"

Ye Xiaotian was stunned.

This is too embarrassing to praise, and it comes from the eighth sword fairy...

Ye Xiaotian has indeed become Taixu.

Since he walked out of the Spirit Palace, the space mystery was cultivated and the way of cutting was completed, his way of refining spirits was like a smooth road, without any bottlenecks.

Or, that bottleneck locked him in the Spirit Palace for decades, and now after accumulating strength, he should be able to leap into a dragon.

Even canonization...

To be honest, there is one in the hands of the semi-saint!

Ye Xiaotian was not canonized, but he was the fourth son of the Holy Palace in his previous life, and he knew some of the inside stories of canonization, so he didn't want to rush it.

"I am me, and you are you." Ye Xiaotian shook his head and drew a clear line. He didn't want to get involved in the vortex of the Holy Slave and the Holy Temple.

"There is a black-hearted fruit tribe in the southern region, and there is a half-saint Zang. He only saw me once, and chose to join the game before he met me. He is very wise." Ba Zun An said.

Ye Xiaotian was silent for a while.

He had heard of the half-saint Zang.

Now, has he been captured by the Holy Slave?

"You have acted with Xu Xiaoshou, made friends with Wuxiu, and resigned from the post of the dean of the Ling Palace to enter Yunlun Mountain. The Holy Temple wanted you, and I met you in person today..." Ba Zun An smiled, "Do you think you can still stay out of the game?"

Ye Xiaotian opened his mouth, but couldn't speak.

He thought about the last letter from Sang Lao...

"Yunlun Mountains, Holy Source Crystal."

What the hell, Holy Source Crystal, this is a letter that drags me down. I took it seriously and tried so hard to find that broken stone, but in the end I was dragged into the damn Void Island, and I escaped from death and broke through the fragments of time and space by myself!

Ye Xiaotian wanted to grab Sang Lao's head and pull out the few hateful hairs on his head!

After a long silence, he spoke calmly, without showing any frenzy: "Xu Xiaoshou, where are you causing trouble again?"

"Central Region."

"His opponent..."

"Can he still be the Holy Emperor?"

Ye Xiaotian thinks about it too.

Even a semi-saint can't do anything about the secrets of his own space now.

Thinking of the two battles in which he had been living in the spiritual palace for decades, and when he made his debut again, one was for the throne, but he couldn't defeat the Eight Masters, and the other was for the Dao, but he couldn't defeat the underworld, and almost fell into isolation.

After settling for such a long time, he penetrated into the void, perfected the mysteries, and his combat power was comparable to that of a half-saint.

If you don't make a sound, it will be a blockbuster!

As for the mysterious water ghost, as long as you think about it, it's really a matter of course!

Ye Xiaotian's heart moved, and he vaguely had the idea of ​​​​going out.

What's more, when I think of Huang Quan, I naturally think of the fact that I still owed a favor to Bazun Shu at that time, and he also had the semi-saint status that Xu Xiaoshou resigned from...

It is true that I took advantage of others, and the relationship is serious...

Ye Xiaotian sighed deeply:

"I reject."

I will throw this face on the ground today!

No one can let me step into the whirlpool of the Twin Saints!

No matter how powerful you are, if my spatial prodigy wants to run away, can you really catch me and kill me?

Qianzhi suddenly walked in from outside the door and handed over a space ring without any explanation.

"What?" Ye Xiaotian was confused.

"Aren't you going to save Xiaoshou?" Qianzhi raised his eyebrows mysteriously, "The last step..."

What last step? Ye Xiaotian looked confused.

"Ah Jie..."

After hearing this, the white-haired Taoist boy turned dark on the spot and stuffed the ring back, "When did I say I was going to see Xu Xiaoshou..."

"Do you really don't want this old face of yours?"

Qiao Qian had a look of disgust on his face, but he knew how Ye Xiaotian got his semi-saint status.

This thing is difficult to obtain in the Holy Palace, and if you are canonized under the spotlight, your life will be like that.

Xu Xiaoshou gave it away casually. How could he take such a great favor and forget about it?

"Tsk, tsk, tsk..." Qiao Qianzhi shook his head, with a look of shock on his face, and backed away as if he had gotten to know Ye Xiaotian again, until he exited the door.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk..." Xiao Qixiu poked his head in from outside the door, clicked his tongue twice, and then turned back.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk..." Storyteller and Ancestor Wuji didn't know what was going on, but they knew how to observe words and emotions. If someone tsk tsk, they would follow suit and follow suit.

Ye Xiaotian's lungs were about to explode.

These two immortals will never stop trying to trick people to death, right?

He grabbed the space ring, and it felt like he was grasping a hot mountain... Well, didn't the space ring be stuffed back?

Ye Xiaotian raised his eyes in surprise.

But the wooden door was ajar, and the old face that looked like a housewarmer had long since disappeared.

In the thatched house, it was quiet for a long time.

"Location." Ye Xiaotian finally raised his eyes.

"Qilin Realm, Gongyang Mountain." Ba Zunzun paused for a moment, "It should still be here."

"Four Symbols Secret Realm?" Ye Xiaotian is from the Holy Palace, the leader of the Golden Pagoda in the Four Symbols Secret Realm. How could he not know the coordinates?

"Yes." Bazun nodded.

"Xu Xiaoshou, maybe you want to blow up the Four Elephants Secret Realm?" Ye Xiaotian panicked.

He has feelings for the Holy Palace, and he also knows how important the Four Symbols Secret Realm is to the inheritance of the Holy Palace, so he hurriedly asked:

"When will we leave?"

"To be determined."

Bazun smiled knowingly, turned around and walked out of the thatched house, "If something happens to him, he will naturally think of me. If nothing happens..."

Ye Xiaotian scoffed.

He had figured out the nature of Xu Xiaoshou's urine as early as when this person was in the state of acquired spirit refining.

Wherever he is, nothing big will happen?

As the Eight Masters walked out, the three sons of the Spiritual Palace naturally did not dare to leave behind. They were afraid that the Holy Slave and his gang would cause some trouble in the small Spiritual Palace, so they had to follow them all the way.

The group of people left the thatched house, waited in the night, and walked toward the outer courtyard of the Spiritual Palace.

After admiring the beautiful scenery of most of the spiritual palace, I returned to the quiet bank of E Lake.

Xuan Wuji suddenly turned his eyes and looked at the house of relocation, and said meaningfully: "Tiansang Ling Palace, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon..."

He was stunned during the move, and after saying "haha", he said: "The dragon is imprisoned, the tiger is about to come out of the mountain, what else can there be in this spiritual palace?"

"Are you a Tianji Warlock?"

When Xuan Wuji asked this question, even the eight acquaintances couldn't help but look back and took another look at the ordinary-looking housewarmer.

"No..." Qiao Qianzhi was dumbfounded, "Tianjishu, how can I be so virtuous..."

"Then what method did you use just now?" What Xuan Wuji saw in his eyes was naturally the special spiritual pattern that appeared in the air when the housewarming scene at Ehu Lake appeared halfway and then receded.

And this person secretly deceived and quietly stuffed the space ring back into Ye Xiaotian's strange hand.

It's a bit similar to Tianji Technique, but not like...

Southern magic? It seems not...

"The way of the spiritual formation." He said "haha" twice during his housewarming, and his laughter was very dry.

"Haha..." Xuan Wuji's face turned cold, "Then you are a saint-level spiritual formation master?"

"How is it possible? As soon as I break the spiritual formation master..."

"This is for the Holy Temple to see. Is it on the surface?" Xuan Wuji was really curious. He couldn't see through the special spirit pattern at a glance. The more he thought about it, the better it became. "What about it secretly?"

The housewarming hesitated for a moment, and the imitator said in a certain tone: "Spiritual Array, Grand Master?"

Xuan Wuji: "..."

He took a deep look at this person and said, "What a great master of the spiritual formation..."

This wait is just one night.

The few people were very patient and went to watch the geese in E Lake without any impatience, except for one person.

Xiao Qixiu stood all night.

The sword behind him trembled all night.

He comforted him secretly all night.

Until the morning sun shines on E Lake, the sparkling waves break the calmness of the lake.

His hesitation and struggle that lasted all night shattered and turned into absolute determination.

"Keng!"

The sound of a sword was heard in all directions.

Xiao Qixiu stood still from a distance, drew his sword and pointed it at the Eight Masters. The scene of the battle at that time and place perfectly coincided with the current action.

His sword intent soared into the sky, and he could no longer hide it. It rose up step by step, and finally turned into a shout full of fighting spirit:

"Eight Masters!!!"

Ye Xiaotian from the side let out a long sigh, his mind focused on the semi-saint figure.

He knew that almost no one could hold back in front of this sword cultivator.

After all, he is a person who is known as the pinnacle of swordsmanship.

The nine great swordsmanships, the eighteen sword styles, and the three thousand swordsmanship are all masters.

As long as you fight with it, you will definitely be able to experience the charm that you may not be able to learn in your lifetime.

If you hear the Tao in the morning, you will die in the evening.

This is the moment!

Not to mention that Xiao Qixiu himself had some entanglements with Ba Zunzhen. His apprentice Su Qianqian even had his sword taken away by this person and his clan was wiped out.

Being able to endure it until this point, Lao Xiao has grown up in his character.

But everyone knows that the Eight Masters are certainly not afraid of these, but the consequences of the challenge...

The lessons learned by predecessors are reflected in the past.

It was impossible for Ye Xiaotian to let anything happen to Lao Xiao.

But the few certainty he had was that he could only teleport this person away at the critical moment.

However, whether it can be done or not, whether Xiao Qixiu is willing or not, is still a matter of opinion.

"Old Xiao..."

A look of sadness appeared on the face of the housewarmer.

He really couldn't understand the temperament of these sword cultivators. Life was so beautiful, not to mention that he had endured this all night. Would he die if he endured it any longer?

"Put the sword down."

Unexpectedly, the eight acquaintances were calm and calm, and they seemed not to accept the challenge.

He just turned around slowly, looked at Xiao Qixiu with yellow eyes, shook his head and said:

"I can no longer take action, nor can I use my sword because of you."

"If you really want to use your sword against me, you will only respond to them."

The eight masters glanced at the storyteller and Xuan Wuji.

Xuan Wuji didn't care. He had seen a lot - there were so many Holy Emperors in the inner island who didn't want to fight against the Eight Masters. It could only be said that the Holy Continent was full of talented people.

The storyteller couldn't help it anymore: "Who are you?"

He didn't even know who this swordsman named Xiao Qixiu was. How could he be worthy of challenging his brother?

Xiao Qixiu turned a deaf ear, his eyes were scarlet, and his body was full of fighting spirit.

But Ba Zunzun saw that this man's swordsmanship had indeed changed, and it was really not the same as Tiansang sword cultivation at that time.

"If you succeed and fight for your reputation, I will no longer be your touchstone, but the Seven Swordsmen will."

The eight statues smiled knowingly, held the pebbles, and threw them towards the Goose Lake.

The water of Goose Lake was rippling, and the blue sky and white clouds were in pieces. He spoke softly:

"The burning harp and boiling crane that walks out of this lake can fight with the sky and become the master of darkness."

"Ye Xiaotian who walked out of this lake has perfected mysteries, killed Taixu, and is only half a step away from becoming a saint."

"It's still the same Xu Xiaoshou who walked out of this lake, but in just a few years and a half, his achievements have almost surpassed yours."

The eight masters looked back knowingly and looked at Xiao Qixiu, who was slightly stunned:

"You're in the lake, they're outside the lake."

"You feel that you are enlightened, and you are arrogant about everything. After the mirror has passed, this is how you end up..."

Following his finger, everyone looked towards the center of Goose Lake.

The fat goose on the lake lowered its head, grabbed the fish in the lake with a snap, and swallowed it whole without even chewing it.

"You will die when you get out of the water, unless you transform into a dragon!"

Xiao Qixiu was stunned and couldn't speak for a long time. At some point, the sword in his hand had been lowered.

Ye Xiaotian was in a daze. The words of the Eight Masters were not the same as when Mr. Sang came back from an outing before and told them not to be complacent in this small spiritual palace. It turns out that I could have made a breakthrough decades earlier...

When he moved to the new house, he lost his consciousness. What he saw was that the two patterns merged together at a perfect node. Life was merging and power was sublimating. His eyes burst out with light. His scalp opened little by little, and his eyes became more and more glaring. The bigger.

"That's it, that's it..."

No one paid attention to this half-hundred-year-old man who was left behind and had an epiphany at random. However, Xuan Wuji looked at the housewarming as if he was feeling something.

Qiao Qian's body tensed up, then he stroked his beard, and with a smile he said something: "So that's it, the reason why goose meat is fat is precisely because it eats the spirit fish. I thought of a new recipe - Hualong Goose!"

"Well……"

Everyone was separated from the mysterious artistic conception just now, and their expressions were only weird.

Xuan Wuji frowned and looked away.

ill……

I am also sick, but I feel that this person is extraordinary...

"beep."

A soft sound appeared.

Bazun smiled wisely and pulled out a communication bead, looking at the people with different expressions.

"coming."