Chapter 48 The Ascended Senior Brother is Selfless 21
"I want you to ascend to the sky and bring down the thunder." Fuchen stared into his senior brother's eyes and spoke word by word.
Qingyun was silent for a moment and asked, "What then?"
Fuchen looked away, subconsciously staring at the void on the lower left, half-moved, and said in a deep voice, "Then, kill!"
In the dark night, the light in her eyes was like a ferocious beast, gnashing its teeth and biting its enemies.
Qingyun stared at her, raised his hand, and patted her head.
Fuchen was stunned for a moment. He pulled away from the emotions bound by hatred. He raised his eyes and saw Qingyun's eyes as gentle as pure water. He smiled. He took out a brocade box from his arms and opened it. Xiaguang Purifying Water Lotus.
Five petals.
He took out another brocade box, opened it, and found the deep sea black lotus with seven stamens.
Qingyun fixedly stared at the two treasures, these were legendary treasures.
The Xiaguang Purifying Water Lotus is a treasure in the secret realm of the netherworld. It grows one petal every ten thousand years.
Deep sea black lotus, no one knows where the distance is.
Some people say that it is floating in the secret realm of the deep sea, and in the mist, there are black lotus flowers.
Some people say that there is a sacred treasure growing at the bottom of the ocean, and the black lotus supports the rise and fall of the ocean.
A stamen can save a life, regardless of gods or Buddhas.
As a proud man for thousands of years, Qingyun has never seen the true face of Mount Lu.
"Senior brother, eat." Fuchen smiled and raised the thing in front of Qingyun, "After eating, you can quickly regain your strength."
Qingyun's eyes were complicated as he took the thing and silently cooperated with Fuchen to do his exercises while transferring the essence of the treasure into his body. His expression was slightly confused and hesitant, but his hand movements did not stop.
Who is teaching her?
Who is helping her?
What did she pay for?
Qingyun closed his eyes, concentrated on practicing his skills, and absorbed the magic weapon. The white hair on his head melted from the snow, revealing his black hair. His body also revealed layers of brilliant light...
In the blink of an eye, ten years passed, and the lotus petals fell off, leaving only one flower stalk.
The two people who were meditating finally opened their eyes.
Fuchen Zhanyan asked, "How is it? Have you made any breakthrough in your cultivation?"
Qingyun lowered his head and said nothing, feeling the billowing spiritual energy in his body, thick and thick like water. If it really turned into a thunderbolt and came out, even a powerful monk could be killed with one move.
He raised his hand, his eyes glowed softly, and he smiled.
Seeing this, Fuchen laughed out loud. He twisted the green flower stalk and said, "Then I'll give this to Second Senior Brother to drink tea." He gathered the petals that had lost their luster on the ground and muttered, "Don't waste these."
Qingyun raised his hand, "How many people do you want?"
Fuchen was stunned for a moment and thought for a moment, "At least a thousand powerful ones. Immortals and demons don't matter." Looking back, he said, "I have six hundred great demons and demons here. I leave the world of immortality to my senior brother."
Qingyun nodded.
After the business was done, Fuchen couldn't sit still. He smiled playfully at Qingyun, but said nothing.
Qingyun looked helpless, shook his head slightly, waved his hand, and opened the tower door.
The dust flew out immediately.
Outside, it happens to be black sky.
In the courtyard of Qingyun Mountain, someone is standing in the courtyard. The silhouette is like ink, but there is a faint light in the eyes.
Hearing the movement, the pair of shimmering lights moved, facing the floating dust.
Fuchen jumped away with a smile, hugged the visitor and wanted to leave.
"Why are you going?" The person behind came out of the house and asked warmly.
"Oh, senior brother, I am already a girl over 800 years old." Fuchen hugged the person with no intention of going back, "Some people have vulgar desires, which is normal."
Qingyun looked at the man, he was a familiar person, Qi Shan, a disciple whom he had met several times.
The breath is restrained and vigorous, and the face is calm and honest.
The demon world has been living together for two hundred years, and I don't know when the two of them got together.
Qingyun waved his hand in approval and reminded, "Stick to the spiritual platform and don't be trapped in love; you can only have a spiritual relationship, not a mortal child."
Fuchen was impatient, responded "Hey, hey", hugged the person and waved away.
In the following years, Qingyun traveled around, inviting people to join him.
The Star Formation lay across the ascension platform, and a group of demons and evil gods jumped on it, sometimes appearing and sometimes missing.
The disciples of Tianyi Sect looked at the excitement, but they didn't know what it was for.
The huge encircled formation allows only fixed objects to enter and exit.
Fuchen would join in the fun during the day, and play in the waves at night, living happily.
On this day, an unexpected guest found Fuchen. Fuchen lay down under the tree and looked up at his cold and beautiful face, with a fair oval face, majestic red phoenix eyes, and an air as cold as a sword.
Master’s nephew, Fengtian, the one who turns yarrow into gold and the rice is heavy.
If I remember correctly, the two of them must have had a feud.
"Is something wrong?" Fuchen asked.
Fengtian put down his sword, knelt down and worshiped, "Meet Master."
"ah?"
Fengtian's body was strong and he spoke with a sonorous voice, "Three hundred years ago, Qingyun Sect Leader found Fengtian and Qi Shan and made an agreement to cultivate secret techniques and treasures. Externally, he is the disciple of Qingyun Sect Master, and his status is noble. Internally, he respects you as his teacher and protects you.
Zhouquan. If you have the ambition to make progress, I will support you as my master."
"Now, Fengtian has achieved success in his studies. Although Master Qingyun has not ascended to the throne, the agreement remains."
"Therefore, I worship you as my teacher."
In other words, Qingyun did what the master did, and all the benefits were enjoyed by her.
Fuchen's eyes wandered, thinking of Qishan.
No wonder he is so obedient.
No, obediently went to the bottom of the bed?
With the dust settled, she understood the cause and effect: Before her ascension, the senior brother had arranged for someone to protect her. Teaching was just for the sake of fame.
He rolled his eyes in circles and stared at Fengtian again, "Are you specifically telling me, are you asking for a position, or are you complaining about someone?"
Not only is she the junior sister raised by Qingyun, she is also the owner of the Ascension Platform.
Everyone who comes in or out must be marked by her before they can enter.
Qingyun's momentum is at its peak, and everyone knows that it will only take time for him to ascend again.
She controls the entrance and exit, as if sleeping in front of the treasure.
Fengtian raised his head, his eyes were like iron, looking directly at Fuchen, "They are all there."
Show your thoughts without hesitation.
Fuchen stared at the person in front of him, as if he was still the lone warrior she had protected for her whole life in the mortal world. Her thoughts were as delicate as hair, most of them were silent and restrained, and she faced her desires without any hindrance.
Be open-minded and calm.
"Tell me about it." Fuchen became interested.
Fengtian kept his kneeling posture and said loudly, "Two hundred years ago, Master shot arrows at the sect leader to hinder his ascension. It was an unkind and unjust act."
"Fengtian thinks, there are many misunderstandings between you two. If you know the true feelings behind it, you should regret it."
Fengtian's words are as straightforward as a knife, shining brightly and stabbing you in the face.
"What a capable person on the ascension stage. Fengtian is shallow-skinned, and he hopes to go in and compete."
"Itchy hands" from Jianxiu.
Fuchen thought for a moment and stretched out his hands.
Fengtian turned around and created a cup of steaming strong tea. The teacup was decorated with bright red and the phoenix tail was like fire and flowers. He held the teacup and placed it in Fuchen's hand.
Fuchen took it, drank it down in one gulp, led the people to the limit, and pressed one hand on the sky-like barrier.
Several star points appeared in front and back of the center of Fengtian's chest, connecting them to form a seat.
At the same time, within the limits, in the starry sky above the chessboard, the same constellations flashed.
"alright."
This chapter is preparation for war. The next chapter is war! The end, the end!
