"How could he be here?"

The old man in red narrowed his eyes slightly, and his eyes were filled with gloomy eyes.

Little did they know that during the curse and battle, the Dharma Realm of Beihuang Mountain was twisted and deformed, and the two Dharma figures had quietly rushed in.

When they arrived at the underground palace, all the people in Beihuang were shocked, "Why are you... you came from?"

When they saw Qin Jian wearing a mask, they were even more surprised. They looked at Qin Jian, then looked at Qin Jian's magic body, which was cursing happily outside, and their faces were immediately intriguing.

Zhong Zimo ignored these guys' surprise eyes and flashed to Bei Ming Nianyu's side, "Fortunately, I wasn't late, my junior sister's injury..."

Bei Ming Nianyu interrupted Zhong Zimo's words. Her starry eyes narrowed slightly and looked at Qin Jian wearing a mask in front of her, "The origin, the one outside is your Dharma body."

"No, senior, I have good eyesight."

Qin Jian couldn't help but touch his nose.

However, although his movement was very small, Bei Ming Nianyu came to him in one step, suddenly grabbed Qin Jian's hand, and stared at the agate ring with divine light on Qin Jian's fingers.

"How could the Boruo ring be with you?"

Bei Ming Nianyu suddenly raised his head and stared at Qin Jian.

"Bo Ruo's ring?"

When they heard the four words Bei Ming Nianyu, all the old monks on the scene rushed over. They looked straight at the agate ring that Qin Jian had worn.

"How could Xuanyuan's holy object be with you?"

Bei Ming Nianyu stared at Qin Jian and asked again.

"That's it! That's a long way to say, I..." Qin Jian was about to speak, but before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Zhong Zimo on the side.

"Let me explain!"

Zhong Zimo cleared his voice and explained: "Boruo ring was passed on to him by Senior Brother Zhong Dahai, and it also recognizes Qing Xinghao as the main one. Therefore, Qing Xinghao little brother, now I am the first hundredth generation of Saint King of Xuanyuan."

"He is the Holy King Xuanyuan?"

As Zhong Zimo said, a group of old monks looked at Qin Jian with surprise.

"Yes, it's me."

Qin Jian smiled.

Bei Ming Nianyu frowned slightly, looked at Bo Ruo's ring, looked at Qin Jian again, and did not make a sound.

"Okay, I will explain this to you in detail after this."

Zhong Zimo waved his hand, then looked at Bei Ming Nianyu and said, "Junior sister, the Dharma Realm can't last for five minutes at best, let's work together to control the Dharma Realm!"

Bei Ming Nianyu didn't say anything, but just lit his head.

After saying that, the two of them hurriedly walked up to an altar, and then the surging energy poured into it.

This altar is the foundation of the Beihuang Mountain Guarding Dharma Realm. The stronger the warriors who control the Dharma Realm, the stronger the Dharma Realm will be. It is precisely because it was controlled by Bei Ming Nianyu that the Dharma Realm has been bombarded by the masters of the Soul-Devouring Palace for so long before they are broken.

Now, with Zhong Zimo, there are two mysterious realms, which shows how terrible the defense of the Dharma Realm will be improved.

Not long after, the shaking mountain protection realm suddenly shone with a strong light, and the defense power thickened more than ten times in an instant.

kindness?

The three masters of Xuanhuang Realm in the Soul-Devouring Palace frowned quickly, "The Dharma Realm has actually been strengthened so much, has Bei Ming Nianyu's injury been restored?"

"how so."

The old woman bent over and hunched back thought: "The Black Blood Bone-Swallowing Pills are aimed at the body, and the Heart-Breaking Pills are aimed at the soul. Both pills are level five pills, and even Bei Ming Nianyu can't support it."

"That's wondering."

The strange young man narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at the mountain-protecting Dharma Realm, "The Dharma Realm is so strong that it is definitely not something Bei Ming Nianyu can do."

"Are there any other Xuanhuang Realm masters?"

"Bor!"

While the three people were talking, Qin Jian’s magic body was not far away, fulfilling his mission.

His body suddenly exploded, but before he could eliminate it, he pulled a warrior from the ninth level of the quasi-mysterious wilderness realm in the Soul-Saving Palace to hell.

"Stay here and do what you do, continue to bomb!"

The old man in red glanced at the other side and suddenly blew.

Immediately afterwards, the masters of the Soul-Saving Palace who came back from daze once again worked together to activate the eight formations, and they burst into divine light and hit the guardian realm of the Beihuang Mountain.

It’s just this time, with Zhong Zimo’s strong help, the Dharma Realm of the Protector of the Sect became very strong. Even if the ten major attacking formations of the Soul-Saving Palace were released, they would not be able to break it in a short period of time.

In the underground palace of Beihuang Mountain.

Zhong Zimo and Bei Ming Nianyu continued to pour vital energy into the altar.

Here, a group of old monks have surrounded Qin Jian in the middle.

They stared at Qin Jian, as if they saw some strange monster.

Ahem!

Qin Jian was staring at him and then pursed his lips, "That one, seniors, can you stop staring at the juniors like this?

I feel weird."

Qin Jian's words made a group of old men hurriedly pull the corners of their lips.

As soon as these words were spoken, many old monks understood in an instant.

"Bor!"

While speaking, Bei Ming Nianyu on the altar not far away vomited blood.

She was in very bad condition. She had a little red face just now, and once again she became extremely blue. Her external energy burst into a burst of frustration, and even the divine light on her body became much dimmed in an instant.

Seeing this scene, a group of old monks rushed over.

"Junior sister."

Zhong Zimo's hands had already moved his vitality and poured into Bei Ming Nianyu's body.

“It doesn’t matter.”

Bei Ming Nianyu gently wiped the blood from the corner of his lips, but after it was wiped off, the blood overflowed again.

This made Zhong Zimo and others look pale as paper.

"Black Blood Bone-Swallowing Pills."

Qin Jian narrowed his eyes slightly, and after thinking about it, he spoke, "There is actually a heart-burning medicine."

"You can actually see."

Bei Ming Nianyu glanced at Qin Jian with a slanted look.

"I am a elixir, and I know a little bit."

Qin Jian coughed gently.

"Are you still a pharmacist now?"

Not only Bei Ming Nianyu and others, even Zhong Zimo was shocked. He brought Qin Jian, but he didn't know that Qin Jian had this identity.

Compared to Zhong Zimo, Bei Ming Nianyu and others' expressions are even more intriguing. Beihuang is known as the king of news from Dayue, but he doesn't know whether Qin Jian or the elixir master is.

All the people were surprised and shocked. The dragon and tiger war god Qing Xinghao had such a high talent.

He is actually a elixir.

"Ahem!"

After being looked at by a group of people, Qin Jian coughed again, and then looked at a group of old monks, "Seniors, can you retreat for a while? I want to tell your holy king something private."

"This..." A group of old monks hurriedly looked at Bei Ming Nianyu.

"Go down!"

Bei Ming Nianyu waved his hand gently.
Chapter completed!