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1762. Chapter 1762 Blue Sky Star

The world of cultivation is horrified, and the immortal veins are horrified.

But all this seems to have nothing to do with Qin Xuan.

He walked among the stars, and Mo Qinglian followed quietly behind him.

In just one week, Qin Xuan's face seemed to have undergone some changes.

Before Ruoyan, Qin Xuan was dressed in white clothes, had gray hair, and looked like a twenty-one or twelve-year-old young man, slightly handsome.

Now, he seems to have become a young man in his mid-twenties, with his gray hair hanging high and a jade belt tied around his waist.

He seemed to have transformed into a noble prince, and his calm eyes and the subtle wrinkles at the corners of his eyes seemed to reveal some vicissitudes of life.

Mo Qinglian also dressed up her temples and wore a white neon dress to set off her graceful figure.

She followed Qin Xuan quietly without saying a word.

Among the stars, the two people walked slowly.

"Here we are, ahead is the Blue Sky Star!"

When the two of them passed through a large star field, they passed by many magic weapons that crossed the starry sky, and even the big demon appeared in front of a blue star.

This star is surrounded by green water, green waves, and white clouds.

It is a third-grade star in a star field in the Chenhai Star Realm.

There are two major third-level sects standing tall, located on the source of the spiritual veins above this star.

Qin Xuan nodded lightly, and immediately, he and Mo Qinglian descended towards the stars.

Inside the giant city, there was a roar of people, Qin Xuan and Mo Qinglian landed in front of the giant city.

Mo Qinglian took a few spiritual crystals, handed them to the guards at the city gate, and walked in.

All the people passing by were monks, and there were no ordinary people in sight.

"Qingyang Sect is not far away. Qin Xuan, don't you plan to go directly?" Mo Qinglian spoke softly, looking at Qin Xuan's back.

"Now that I'm here, I might as well take a walk." Qin Xuan chuckled, "In the past two hundred years, I have never truly acted like a cultivator!"

He smiled and looked at the floating world.

Most cultivators work hard to make a living for those few spiritual crystals.

He has experienced life and death along the way, and there are only a few people who can be like him.

There are rumors that there are secret treasures hidden in the trading market, various merchant houses, and even teahouses.

Perhaps when he first entered the world of cultivation and the Tianyun Sect, he would have touched upon it a little bit.

But from the time of Immortal Phoenix to now, it has been more than a hundred years, and it has been either life or death, and disaster has occurred step by step.

Immortal veins, Tianjiao, Immortal soil...

Qin Xuan smiled softly and said calmly: "Let's go!"

Mo Qinglian nodded slightly and followed Qin Xuan into a teahouse.

In the teahouse, there were monks whispering, and some sect prodigies came in and out from time to time.

Qin Xuan and Mo Qinglian found a random place and sat down quietly.

The two of them did not cause too much trouble. Some people just glanced at Qin Xuan and the other two, and gave up without seeing their cultivation.

Two cups of tea, the fragrance of tea fills the air.

Qin Xuan looked out the window quietly at the pedestrians.

There are a few interesting stories about this star in my ears, such as a certain sect's genius who made a breakthrough, and a certain disciple who committed a serious crime and was expelled from the house.

There are also some people who lament that a certain disciple of a certain sect was about to achieve a breakthrough, but could not break through the barriers and fell on the way to cultivation.

Qin Xuan listened carefully one by one until sunset, when he threw down a few spiritual crystals and walked out of the teahouse.

As dusk approached, Qin Xuan and Mo Qinglian left the city.

They walked all the way towards Qingyang Sect.

Qingyang Sect is the first sect of Qingtian Sect. There are seventeen supremes who are currently in charge of the sect.

Among his disciples, there are many geniuses.

Those old friends who walked out of the earth, Ning Ziyang, and a few others are here.

Qingyang Sect

It can be regarded as a good relationship with the Kunlun Sect. Some of the Kunlun Sect's exercises are different and not suitable for Ning Ziyang and others, so they recommended him to the Qingyang Sect.

"What do you think will happen to Ning Ziyang and the others?"

Qin Xuan turned his head and looked at Mo Qinglian.

Mo Qinglian shook her head slightly and said: "They are not very talented, so they are afraid that they will not enter the country too quickly!"

"I entered the Immortal Vein, managed to merge with the Tao for more than two hundred years, and swallowed trillions of living beings before I became the Mahayana."

"None of Ning Ziyang and the others have ever had this!"

Qin Xuan smiled noncommittally. At the beginning, the seven sects of the world of cultivation worked together to attract all living beings on earth to enter the world of cultivation.

I don’t know the blessings and misfortunes!

Ning Ziyang is one of the few people in China who can talk to him.

"Let's meet, no matter whether we are happy or sad!"

Qin Xuan smiled and said. He raised his head and saw that the sky was already dark. In the plain, the breeze was blowing slowly, and it was a bit cold and cool.

Two bright moons were sitting high in the sky, and their silver radiance poured down and shone on the two of them.

Suddenly, Mo Qinglian's brows moved slightly.

Ahead, the night was broken, and there were some subtle shouts of killing.

Mo Qinglian had not used her spiritual thoughts. Life and death struggles in the world of cultivation were commonplace and had nothing to do with them.

Qin Xuan didn't take it seriously either. The two of them walked through this contested area and walked among the stars.

As the night gets darker, in the distance are the vast mountains.

Among them, there are even clouds and mist shrouding the palace buildings, like a fairyland on earth.

Qingyang Sect is right in front of you.

At this moment, there was a rustling sound from far behind.

The two of them didn't care, but as the rustling sound approached, Mo Qinglian turned her head to look with indifferent eyes.

The moonlight falls on the red hair, like a shining demon.

In the distance, there is a figure, bathed in blood.

When he saw Qin Xuan and Mo Qinglian, his pupils shrank suddenly, as if he was facing a formidable enemy.

He carefully covered the storage ring in his finger, walked around to the right, and headed towards Qingyang Sect.

"Disciples of Qingyang Sect, return to the virtual realm!"

Mo Qinglian opened her mouth, and there were auras coming from behind her. It should be the person who killed the Qingyang Sect disciple.

"It seems that I got some kind of treasure!" Qin Xuan chuckled: "Have you ever been like this?"

Mo Qinglian's eyes paused and she shook her head slightly, "I can't compare to you. When I returned to the Void Realm, a fellow senior sister was jealous and secretly attacked and seriously injured me."

"I think your senior sister from the Immortal Vein Sect must have died!"

Mo Qinglian glanced at Qin Xuan, "I have been out practicing for thirteen years, and I have broken through to the middle level of returning to the void. The sect has been challenged to the death, and seven swords have beheaded me!"

There was a wry smile on her lips, "But at that time, you had already slaughtered hundreds of thousands of Fenglei in the Void God Realm and killed a Supreme Being!"

Qin Xuan glanced at Mo Qinglian, shook his head and smiled, "There are countless creatures in the entire cultivation world, who can compare with me?"

"Those little guys behind you..."

"They'd better not seek death!" Mo Qinglian's words were slightly cold. She had destroyed trillions of living beings, and she may have compassion, but it differed from person to person.

Mo Yan and Mo Qinglian are just ordinary Mahayana Supreme Beings, how can they care about a few Returning Void Dao Lords?

As the two of them strolled and laughed.

Several long rainbows had cut through the night and appeared above the two of them.

The leader is a woman with cold eyes.

She looked down at Qin Xuan and Mo Qinglian, and with a tap of her finger, the image of the Qingyang Sect disciple appeared in front of her.

"Have you ever seen this person?"

Indifferent words contain arrogance.

Among these third-grade stars, the Return to Void Realm is enough to be considered famous.

What's more, on the stars here

They all knew the appearance of a strong man. Whether it was Qin Xuan or Mo Qinglian, they didn't even know him at all, so how could they care.

Qin Xuan ignored it and continued walking forward.

The same is true for Mo Qinglian.

How could a mere Daojun fall into the eyes of these two people?

There is a Huixu Daojun who is angry and wants to question him.

The woman at the head slowly raised her hand, and she took a deep look at Qin Xuan and the other two.

"Let's go! He can't escape far!"

Several people immediately crossed the sky and headed towards Qingyang Sect.

Qin Xuan smiled faintly, "Fighting with the same sect!?"

Later Taoist monks also wore Qingyang Sect clothes.

After a while, Mo Qinglian said indifferently: "It seems that the injured person is very unlucky!"

"Um!"

The two of them had not stopped walking for half a minute when Qin Xuan smiled lightly and uttered two words:

"Dead!"


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