After Yun Shuishui was furious at the elves, he rushed to the Immortal Realm without stopping and filed a complaint against the Demon God and Demon Lotus.
The bloody hole on her shoulder was shocking, and in the blood and flesh, there was indeed the Ziyun Sword Qi unique to the demon god.
Demon Lotus sneered at this.
Demon Lotus is sitting in the Qinglian Palace, holding Qingge's hand and chatting about home affairs.
Feng Qi occasionally looked at Qing Ge, and the anger in his eyebrows was replaced by gentleness.
"Xiao Qi, you seem to be very optimistic about Qing Ge." Yaolian raised an eyebrow: "When you were in the Immortal Realm, you never treated anyone so well."
Feng Qi cupped his hands: "Demon God, let me tell you the truth, I was once a lonely soul, inhabiting Ye Yatou's body. My ability to ascend to immortality is all due to her. We have been together for a long time. Apart from anything else, this girl's moral character is absolutely
Not bad. The demon god may not know another thing. When she was young, she had a good friend named Mo Xie. At that time, Mo Xie was poisoned by a strange poison called falling flower poison. The poison took effect and he was dying. His relatives cremated him.
At that time, Qingge was only sixteen or seventeen years old, and she was still in the realm of a spiritual master. In order to protect Mo Xie's life, she gave up ten grains of god-level true energy."
Demon Lotus picked up the tea cup and took a sip. Upon hearing Feng Qi's words, Demon Lotus suddenly froze while holding the tea cup.
She is an immortal and strong person, and she is also a famous and majestic demon god. She has been immersed in cultivation for tens of thousands of years. How can her strength be matched by Yun Shuishui? Therefore, Demon Lotus discovered Qing Ge when she first saw her.
The power of stars and god-level true essence.
Qingge has a complete God-level True Yuan in his body. However, possessing God-level True Yuan is not a top rarity. At most, Yaolian thinks that Qingge’s strength is acceptable and his talent is excellent. With the help of Yaolian, it is possible in the future.
Cultivation to the realm of immortality.
Until Feng Qi finished talking about the ten grains of essence, Yao Lian's hand holding the tea cup trembled for a moment.
A grain of god-level true energy is indeed rare, but it is rare to find it.
However, if you look at the world of immortality, there are not many people with ten pieces of god-level essence. It is so rare that it can be said to be a rare existence.
The thing that makes Yao Lian feel the most heartache, ten grains of god-level true energy, are gone...
It should be noted that most of the powerful gods in the Immortal World only have one or two grains of god-level primeval essence. If there are more than three grains of god-level primeval essence, most of them are not born from their own cultivation, but are basically plundered.
God-level true essence.
What's even more valuable is that the rarity of god-level true energy is well known, and even if it is pretentious in times of adversity, it will sometimes run counter to interests.
In this era, the weak eat the strong, strength is respected, and what is related to cultivation is the superior benefit.
Yao Lian looked at Qing Ge with a hint of admiration in her eyes.
How can a person who can give up ten grains of true energy to save his friends and seventy-nine years of life to save his grandfather be a heinous person?
Yaolian knew very well that what happened to Qing Ge had shaken Yun Shuishui's interests.
Over the past ten thousand years, the foundation of Yun Shuishui and the God of Samsara has been deep and strong. Although she is not afraid, she still has to worry about it.
If she didn't like Qingge too much and knew her son's temperament well, she would definitely not want this daughter-in-law.
In the era ten thousand years ago, it was still possible to practice to achieve immortality. In this era where martial arts civilization is tens of thousands of years behind, if you want to cultivate to immortality, you may not be able to achieve it even if you spend your whole life.
Even so, Yaolian still believed in Qingge, and just because she liked her daughter-in-law, she would help her as much as possible.
Yaolian has made a decision, that is, Qingge cannot cultivate to immortality. She will definitely find a way to improve Qingge's physique, and then take Qingge to immortality.
After Qingge left the palace, only Fengqi and Yaolian were left in the palace. Yaolian looked at the direction Qingge left, narrowed his eyes, and sneered: "What a Yunshuishui, Fengqi, thousands of years ago
Is it this pair of idiots who stole the elixir for your immortality?"
Fengqi nodded slightly.
The relationship between her and Yaolian is so good, naturally it is not because of flattery, but more because they have met several times thousands of years ago and appreciate each other.
Yaolian crossed her legs, folded her hands around her chest, and raised her red lips into a contemptuous smile: "You don't have to give that bitch face in the future. I'll beat her once every time you see me, and I'll beat her until her own mother doesn't even recognize her. Now you are newly promoted to immortality."
, and rebuilt the body, but the strength is not yet stable. The pills I gave you are enough to last you through this period of time. Xiaoqi, I am waiting for you to become stronger and crush those two bastards, bah...
It’s not a human thing.”
Feng Qi smiled faintly: "When I reach my peak in the future, it will be the day they die."
"Okay!" Demon Lotus slapped the table and stood up: "With your words, they will be shattered into pieces and die without burial. It's just around the corner."
The two looked at each other with smiles on their faces.
Qing Ge walked out of the palace and met the abbot who had been invited by Aventurine to shave his hair.
It is said that this is just an abbot from an ordinary temple nearby, not a famous master.
The abbot held Buddhist beads in his hand, wore a yellow cassock, and looked at Qing Ge with kind eyes and nodded slightly.
"Master Abbot." Qing Ge clasped his hands together.
The abbot stopped turning the beads and walked towards Qingge. He held the beads in both hands and handed them to Qingge: "My Buddha is merciful. The blood evil spirit is too strong in the girl. Please accept this thunder bead to suppress the blood evil."
Qingge was stunned and looked down at the thunderous Buddhist beads in the abbot's hand. Faintly, from outside the ninth heaven, there seemed to be bursts of thunder. The rumble was deafening, and his soul seemed to tremble with it.
At that moment, Qingge clearly realized that the evil spirit of the blood demon in the twenty-fifth vein in his body was like a fearful baby, crawling and trembling, shaking the fear that penetrated deep into his soul.
The sound of thunder lingered around my ears, lingering for a long time and coming in an endless stream.
The sound of thunder comes from the sky, is ancient and sacred, rich and powerful, making people energetic and respectful.
Qingge slowly opened her eyes, and the thunder in her ears slowly dissipated.
"Abbott, this Thunder Sound Buddha Bead is too precious, junior..." Qing Ge took a few steps back and shook his head repeatedly.
From the sound of thunder, one can feel the vast and powerful energy.
"I also count as half of your master, just accept it."
The abbot flicked his wrist, and he saw that the Leiyin Buddha Bead, emitting circles of sacred golden light like ripples in the water, was firmly attached to Qingge's wrist.
Half a master?
Qingge looked at the abbot in surprise: "The abbot is...?"
"We met in Jialan that year." The abbot said with a faint smile.
That year Jialan was half a master...
Qingge's mind was in chaos and blank. Even though she was wise and intelligent, she couldn't think of a reason at the moment.
The abbot raised his hand and stroked it from his cheek, then put his hand down, revealing another face.
The old man in front of him still had frosty eyebrows and snowy hair, but his whole temperament seemed to have undergone earth-shaking changes.
Looking at this face, Qingge felt that she had seen it before. When she tried hard to search her memory, it took a long time before she remembered someone.
One of the elders of Jialan.
Xu... is born in this year!
"Elder Xu!" Qingge exclaimed, "Is it you?"
Xu Niansheng stroked his snow-white beard, narrowed his eyes, nodded slightly, and smiled broadly.
The old man's kind eyebrows and kind eyes give people a sense of being beyond the world, like a god or an immortal.
"Please accept this Thunder Sound Buddha Bead, I just hope it can save your life one day. If the Buddha Bead breaks one day, it will be the arrival of the Nineteenth Purgatory. Little girl, I don't want to see that day come, if it really happens
One day, I won't blame you, it's something destined by God and has nothing to do with you." What Xu Niansheng said was so mysterious that Qing Ge felt confused for a while.
only……
Each of these things is intertwined with each other, and each of these steps has never left the stage of ascending to heaven.
What is the relationship between the Thunder Sound Buddha Beads and the Nineteen Purgatory?
Why does the Nineteenth Purgatory come when the Leiyin Buddha beads are broken?
Qingge didn't understand and was very confused.
"Elder Xu, this disciple has something unclear..."
Qingge just spoke out her words. The moment she raised her eyes, Xu Niansheng in front of her had already disappeared, leaving only a wisp of white smoke that gradually dispersed in front of her eyes.
From a distance, Qing Ge seemed to hear Xu Niansheng’s voice: “When that day comes, you will understand...”
Qingge stood in front of the palace, the thunderous sound of Buddha occasionally sounded in his mind, and his eyes narrowed slightly.
When that day comes?
What kind of day was that?
Is it the spring breeze that fills your eyes, or the rain of three thousand murders?
Qingge wanted to take off the Leiyin Buddha beads, but found that she couldn't take them off no matter what.
Whenever she tried to take it off, there would be a sound of thunder like the sound of a bell, and at the same time, there would be a fleeting flash of lightning, burning her flesh.
Qingge turned her wrist, with confusion in her eyes. After a long time, Qingge put down her sleeves and covered up the thunder beads.
Xu Niansheng...
So what kind of person is he?
In the past few years, whenever she wanted to forget this person, he would always appear in a different form.
She even suspected that the master of Nanhua Temple was also Xu Niansheng...
The road in front of us is complicated and complicated, and the fog of the future is confusing.