Taiyue spans nine veins and seventeen peaks, borders the Pisces Sea to the north, Wandao Lake to the south, Xuanwu Forest to the west, and Phoenix Valley to the east.
In the land of Taiyue, hundreds of races coexist, including cave heaven and blessed land, as well as insect nest and ancient tombs.
But the most famous ones of Taiyue are the Ten Cities of Bon Sickle, Zhi Sha, Hao Yue, Eternal, Gui, Pit, Flowing Fire, Dragon Rock, Empty Bowl, and Flags.
It means that Shacheng is close to Wandao Lake, Jiaoyuan, Blood River, and the famous Netherworld Sword Sect.
Refers to Shacheng and Qingsong Mountain.
A group of people gathered in a pavilion, drinking and having fun, very leisurely.
"Qingsongzi, do you still remember that eighteen years ago, a sudden change occurred in a city of Netherworld Sword Sect and it was completely destroyed."
"I remember."
"Hahaha, can he still remember? In the entire city, he and Fairy Fan are the only ones who survived."
"No, Fairy Fan's whereabouts are still unknown. I'm afraid she is in danger."
"The fate card is still there, which means that the fairy has not died yet."
"Jingxiang, where did you hear the news?"
"Zhuang Mingzi, I know I can't hide it from you. Okay, I won't tantalize you anymore. The Netherworld Sword Sect has already investigated clearly what happened back then. That Chufang City was the senior brother of Mashan Dojo Xianlingshan, Chen Bai
Lin destroyed it with his hands."
"ah!?"
"Didn't you say that there was a true disciple in Xianling Mountain who also died there?"
"Yes, I remember that he was a member of the famous clan and had a spiritual body of Kong Qing. He had just been promoted to the True Inheritance and suffered a disaster."
"Ah hahaha, this is a strange thing."
"It seems that Fairy Fan was also kidnapped by Chen Bolin... It is said that this son has the body of a dragon and a fish, a gluttonous stomach, and is extremely sexually promiscuous... I don't know what kind of beastly behavior he will do to Fairy Fan. Seriously?
hateful!"
"Hate? I think you are envious."
"Jing Xiang, what's going on?"
"I don't know what happened, but Mashan Dojo Xianlingshan has denied the matter. Miaoyin Sect has sent people to worship the mountain. The strange thing is that Senior Brother Xianlingshan has been missing."
"Oh, what is the attitude of the Netherworld Sword Sect?"
"Not sure."
"Hey, what else can we do? Innocent people have been killed in the city, and of course we must seek justice. The Netherworld Sword Sect is not afraid of the Jiuxiao lineage."
"Alas, are the people in the Dirty Thrush China going to be in ruins again?"
"Life is in ruins? Hahaha, you think too highly of them. It's just a small fight. Twenty years ago, Tianhong's lineage was...ahem...Dirty Thrush China didn't make any waves."
Next to him, Qing Songzi, who had always been smiling, had a strange expression on his face, but soon returned to his original state.
After three rounds of drinking.
The old cultivator in a red robe with horns stared at the wine bowl and marveled:
"I didn't expect you to have such a good wine. After I drank it, my hand, which had been ill for a long time, became warm and stopped shaking, as if... it was like being soaked in a spiritual pool that cleanses the muscles and marrow."
"Haha, Lao Yang, what you are drinking now is just medicinal wine. It is very nourishing, but it is of no use to me."
The person who spoke was a skinny monk with a tuft of black hair on his forehead and four pairs of red spiderweb-like pupils on his face. Seven or eight swords hung on his waist, tightly held by seven or eight skinny arms.
"You, your body is about to enter a coffin, even the elixir is useless." The old Xiu rolled his eyes.
"We're done drinking, it's time for us to get down to business."
A middle-aged man who looked almost the same as a human spoke. He raised his hand, and a stubble suddenly appeared on the back of his hand. He didn't care, as if the body was not his own. He stuffed it in casually and said to Qing Songzi:
"Promise you, we will do our best. In this battle of Wandao Lake, Qingsongzi, if you have the ability to capture an island, then this island will belong to you from now on. I will help you in Flowing Fire City.
Straighten it out."
After the middle-aged man finished speaking, the old cultivator nodded: "It's a small matter, leave the bonsai to me."
Zhuang Mingzi leaned back, "Eternal City will not object."
Jing Xiang: "Qingsongzi, you have to find the elixir for me so that my wife can come back to life. I always avenge my enemies on the spot and repay my kindness a hundred times. Longyan, Empty Bowl, Banner City, I will let my brother personally
Come forward, I don’t think anyone will dare not to give my brother face."
"Well, Jingxiang, you have done something about me in Longyan, what should I do?"
"That's right, Hata City is my mother's territory."
Qingsongzi smiled as she looked at a group of "old friends" laughing and joking, but in her heart she was already looking forward to the future.
If Senior Brother Xianlingshan or Fan Xiaofang were here, they would find that Qing Songzi was the handsome monk who died in Fangshi.
Seeing everyone arguing non-stop, the old cultivator drank medicinal wine and secretly sent a message to Qingsongzi, "I want ten bottles of medicinal wine."
Qingsongzi paused and said, "Old Yang, drink in moderation."
"Fuck the right amount, I know my body best. This medicinal wine of yours has a miraculous effect on my injuries. Just tell me, do you want to give it to me?"
Qingsongzi said helplessly, "Ten cylinders are too many. I'll give you three cylinders at most."
"Three cylinders, that's OK."
An hour later, everyone said goodbye and left one after another.
When the old cultivator Yang Jiao finally left with three jars of medicinal wine, only Qing Songzi was left in the pavilion.
His throat bulged and he spit out a meat ball.
With a tearing sound, a shining golden baby flew out of the flesh ball.
The next moment, Qing Songzi's entire body twisted and turned into a big meat ball.
Accompanied by the sound of tearing, Chen Qingyan walked out of the piece of meat with a frown.
"The Human Refining Pill is indeed evil and magical. Even Taiyue Zhenjun has concealed it. It's a pity... that it is wrapped in Qingsongzi's body. Over time, my body will also be affected. It is worthy of the name of taboo."
Chen Qingyan raised his hand, and there were five mini tripods with completely different shapes, colors, and patterns floating in front of him.
One of them is Xuantian Cauldron.
The other four are:
True Dragon Cauldron.
Ren Wang Ding.
Buddha tripod.
Cang Lan Ding.
After the Xuantian Cauldron fell into the hands of Chen Qingyan, the precious cauldron that was originally placed in the five secret realms of the Northern Wilderness, the Land of Divine Sin, and the other four cauldrons were finally gathered together as the Zhaigu Sect members were killed by him.
The moment he assembled the Five Cauldrons, Chen Qingyan finally understood why a few spiritual treasures were worth the risk the Zhaigu lineage would take by sending their talented disciples to infiltrate the Divine Sin.
Xuantian, True Dragon, Human King, Buddha, and Canglan Five Cauldrons were actually separated from an ancient magic weapon.
This cauldron was not made by man, but by heaven and earth. It is the most evil demonic cauldron in the world. If the five cauldrons are combined into one, the original demonic cauldron can be pieced together, possessing extremely terrifying, appalling power and magical power.
[Human Refining Pill], or [Spirit Refining Pill], is when Chen Qingyan uses the power of the magic cauldron to resurrect the dead green pine nuts and refine it into a human elixir.
After swallowing it, Chen Qingyan possessed everything including Qingsongzi spells, body, cultivation, memory, fate, etc.
He is Qingsongzi, and Qingsongzi is not him.
The real Qing Songzi was actually still dead, but Chen Qingyan occupied everything in front of him.