Chapter 31 Happy Holidays to the Eight Desolate Netherworld!)
An Qingjin called Ye Zhilan "Ice Pick" because Ye Zhilan's face was long and pointed, just like an ice pick.
He did not deny that Ye Zhilan's pointed face was very dazzling, blocked by two strands of silver hair, but when he thought that she was from the Ye family, he felt disgusted.
An Qingli feels that the three words "Ice Pickle" are quite vivid, and are much more appropriate than the three words "Ice Fairy".
Under the sky, there was snow as fine as salt. An Qingjin and An Qingli carried their spiritual energy shields and walked back to the mountain gate with their swords in hand.
The mountain gate was also covered with thick white snow, and a group of people gathered there brazenly. Many people had snowflakes on their shoulders and hair, like young whiteheads. The most eye-catching among the group of whiteheads was the dude from the Ji family.
Fortunately, An Qingli held the Wanxiang Pearl in his mouth and did not show his true face, otherwise he would have been pestered by Ji Lianhao's men, asking for the mutated red butterfly wasp eggs.
An Qingli and An Qingjin's swords fell down, stepping lightly on the white snow on the ground. They passed by this group of people as if they were ordinary, and they heard a few slightly sad comments coming from behind.
"Senior Brother Ji, the snowy wind is so cold. We have been waiting here for two or three days and still haven't received anyone. How about we send someone to Fangshi to have a look?"
"Stupid, so what if Fangshi saw it. Sect disciples dare to make trouble in Fangshi and knowingly commit a crime, but the crime will be increased."
"That's better than waiting here." In order to resist the raging snow and wind at the foot of the mountain, I have to keep using my spiritual energy. The spirit-boosting pills in the storage bag are almost used up, and I really don't want to continue to suffer.
"That's right. It would be better to send a message back in advance."
"They say An Qingli is pretty, how does it compare to that little junior sister who just walked by?"
"Hey, I've seen An Qingli before! Of course there's one underground and one in the sky..."
An Qingli didn't pay attention to what happened next. Anyway, Ye Zhilan didn't even look at that dandy from the Ji family until he died.
After entering the mountain gate and saying goodbye to An Qingjin, An Qingli took the little fox and the specially packed spiritual meal to look for Mu Sheng.
Mu Sheng quite liked the Lingshan restaurant's Lingshan restaurant, especially when accompanied by the little fox, who chose his favorite dish.
After using the real fire in his body to heat up the spiritual meal, Mu Sheng and the little fox finished sharing the food together. Then he accepted An Qingli's request and took her to Wanfa Peak to find the peak master Qiu Xuanjing.
Master Qiu Feng has been quite high-spirited recently, as he said, "Everyone is in high spirits when happy events happen."
He had just received a life-extending pill a few days ago. Last night, another word came from the Tianji Peak branch of the sect, saying: Changes have occurred, rise and fall have changed, and the position of sect leader must be occupied by the capable.
Every time word comes from Tianji Peak, the world of cultivation is either in decline or in great prosperity, and "the position of the leader is occupied by the capable", which even more implies that the future will not be peaceful, and a strong man with a clear mind and determination to forge ahead is needed.
Take control of the sect's affairs, rather than being a mediocre person like the Ye family.
Now that the position of the sect leader is vacant, the only one who is capable and willing to compete with him is the old man from Baizhen Peak. However, that old man is determined to become a god. If he has to be entangled in the sect's affairs for hundreds of years, he may not be able to afford to wait.
Therefore, the position of sect leader will most likely fall on his shoulders.
Master Qiu looked up at the cloudy sky, as if a snowstorm could come at any time, but he couldn't help but smile and praise: The weather today is really wonderful.
"Congratulations to Master Qiu." Black clouds were pressing down on the mountain, and Mu Sheng led An Qingli out of the sky. The meaning behind his words was tacitly understood.
"Disciple An Qingli pays homage to Master Qiu." An Qingli stepped forward respectfully and saluted.
Qiu Xuanjing laughed, looked at An Qingli, and praised: "Your little disciple has pure spiritual energy and a strong body. He is a good practitioner. Have you thought about what kind of exercises you want to practice?"
An Qingli raised his head and said seriously: "Back to my uncle, my nephew wants to practice fire-based exercises with strong attack power."
"If you are willing to endure the hardships of cultivating the Dharma, I won't stop you. In that case, just let me do it."
Qiu Xuanjing took Master Mu Sheng and his disciples to the Hidden Gong Pavilion at Wanfa Peak.
Each of the five main peaks has its own Tibetan Gong Pavilion, and each Tibetan Gong Pavilion has a Nascent Soul Elder who guards the pavilion.
Qiu Xuanjing and the elder Shou Ge said hello to each other, and then took out the jade slip of his identity, handed it both to the elder Shou Ge, and said respectfully: "This disciple has a close relationship with me. I also ask the elder Shou Ge to make a corresponding contribution on the jade slip.
Click here and take her to the highest level to choose a technique."
"Thank you, elder." An Qingli also handed over the jade slip of his identity with both hands.
The elder who guarded the pavilion confirmed An Qingli's identity on the jade slip, then looked at Mu Sheng and said: "It turns out that he is Master Mu's beloved disciple, no wonder. But this little girl is too greedy to follow the path of dual cultivation of alchemy and magic."
How much?"
Mu Sheng sighed: "This scoundrel doesn't want to waste his talent in alchemy, but he also wants to benefit others. The next one or two thousand years will be enough for her. Anyway, the path she chose, the suffering and fatigue are all her own."
"That's true. To reach the perfection of qi refining at such a young age is indeed to be a very talented person."
The elder guarding the pavilion said no more. He scratched out 100,000 contribution points on Qiu Xuanjing's identity jade plate, made a seal with his palms, opened the restriction of the Hidden Gong Pavilion, led An Qingli to a small teleportation array, and went straight to the Hidden Gong Pavilion.
The highest level.
The Tianyun Sect's heritage of more than 100,000 years is far beyond what the other two sects can match, especially in the skills hidden in the Hidden Gong Pavilion.
On the highest floor of the Hidden Gong Pavilion, jade slips of various Kung Fu techniques are floating in the air in an orderly manner. They cannot be taken by force, but can only be obtained by those who are destined to do so.
Once the skills are obtained by a monk, the jade slips of the skills will be immediately annihilated. It is not until the monk dies or ascends that the skills recorded on the jade slips return to the Tibetan Kung Pavilion. This is so wonderful, just because of the Hidden Kung Pavilion itself.
It is a semi-immortal weapon made by the ascended power.
"Each monk can only acquire one skill at a time." Elder Shouge said, "Close your eyes, circulate your spiritual power throughout your body, and feel it carefully."
An Qingli closed his eyes as instructed, circulated his fire-attribute spiritual power, and felt his surroundings carefully.
Many jade slips returned to their original positions and lay back on the wooden frame. Only those with fire attributes and some wood attributes were actively jumping in front of An Qingli.
Seeing this lively scene, the elder guarding the pavilion stroked his beard and said to himself, this girl is really blessed. You must know that these jade slips are high-level exercises copied or created by powerful people. They are usually very arrogant.
Most of the elite disciples in the sect ignored him when he met him, and it was rare for them to be so enthusiastic.
An Qingli closed his eyes and used his spiritual consciousness to carefully perceive these jade slips of the exercises that he was eager to try.
Suddenly, a jade slip that had been lying quietly for tens of thousands of years flew from a distance, knocked away other jade slips, and disappeared in an instant between An Qingli's brows.
"That's it?"
Before An Qingli had time to check the contents of the jade slip, another red jade slip with a fire attribute appeared, seemingly with annoyance, and followed it into the center of Huo An Qingli's eyebrows before disappearing again.
"Well......"
An Qingli paused on the spot, and in the sea of consciousness, the domineering fire attribute technique "Eight Desolations Netherworld Art" immediately emerged. The beginning of the technique said that fire burns all things, and the Eight Desolations Netherworld Fire can even burn people.
After cultivating the soul to the highest level, the monk himself can turn into the fire of the underworld and become immortal.
Humans transformed into netherworld fire, immortal and immortal?
This means that if there is still a trace of fire, it can start a prairie fire and be reborn. Doesn't that mean that you can't be killed? Or maybe, even if there is no hope of ascension in the future, when you die of old age and sit in the body, you can still turn into fire and live forever in the world?
The technique is not clearly stated. Perhaps the ancestors who obtained this technique were not able to reach the highest level, so they are not described in detail.
An Qingli still stood there, speculating in confusion.
The elder guarding the pavilion was also stunned for a moment. This is the first time a disciple has absorbed two techniques at the same time. How should he deal with it?
You can't kill the disciples and then let the two skills return to their original positions.
The elder guarding the pavilion seemed a little embarrassed.
An Qingli was secretly excited and said innocently: "The elder who guards the pavilion is the one who started the two exercises first. The disciples don't want to and have no ability to break the rules."
The elder who kept the pavilion with white beard and hair opened his mouth, closed it, and opened it again, saying: "You are indeed very lucky. I think the book I broke into earlier is a technique with spatial attributes. You can easily understand it. As for you,
There is no need to tell others about these two exercises, as they will be recorded in the Hidden Skills Pavilion."