Seeing Hongxiang's eyes rolling around Sibuli, Chen Xuan simply put Sibuli into the spiritual beast space.
"Even if you take out more than 100 ancient characters treasured by your Taichu Dao Palace, you can't replace the contracted spirit beast of this evil emperor."
Hearing that Chen Xuan refused so simply, and even his words were a little bit despised by Taichu Dao Palace, Hong Xiang was immediately angry: "You are so angry that you really think that Sibu is a priceless treasure, right? You can't change more than a hundred ancient characters. I think you can't tell yourself clearly!"
Qingchen waved his hand and signaled Hongxiang not to continue talking.
For Qingchen, being a human being is like practicing Taoism, and you cannot do whatever you want.
However, this evil emperor Chen Xuan never seemed to care about his behavior. Facing his repeated show of kindness to Taichu Dao Palace, he was indifferent and even looked down on them Taichu Dao Palace.
These rebellious figures are indeed far from the true Taoist practice.
However, Qingchen felt that the more difficult it was to conquer, and when he successfully conquered, Chen Xuan would follow him even more devotedly.
As the number one destiny in all ages, Qingchen has always been calm and has extremely strong self-confidence.
Elegance and humility are his attitude towards life, and confidence and domineering are his style of doing things.
"Fellow Daoist Evil Emperor, you don't need to compensate me. I will pay you out of my own pocket."
Qingchen smiled on his face, which made people irrefutable.
All the heroes admire Qingchen's demeanor very much, and they barely relieved each one, but they were even more dissatisfied with Chen Xuan.
"Fellow Daoist Qingchen, I don't think that he has robbed other people's spoils. It's your own business to compensate you." Chen Xuan doesn't like Qingchen's style of doing things. Such a person is completely different from him.
Just like Baili Yunsu in the past.
"You, how did you speak?" Hongxiang was so angry that she was so angry that she couldn't cry. This guy really couldn't be a human being.
"It's okay, it's okay."
Qingchen smiled slightly, and then said to the heroes: "The first defensive battle against the Burial Immortals has ended. Thank you all for your hard work. Tonight, our Taichu Dao Palace will hold a banquet to reward you. I hope everyone can come."
"Of course I'm coming!"
"How can you not give your face to Brother Qingchen!"
"I don't think this is the first defensive battle, it may be the last one. We can hold a celebration banquet!"
"Yes, it's called a celebration banquet!"
After hearing so many people qualify the banquet tonight, Qingchen smiled again: "Everyone should not be too relaxed. There must be still a remnant party in the Burial Immortals, so you should not take it lightly."
"Fellow Daoist Evil Emperor, Miss Feng Yue, can you come tonight? I really hope you will appear at the banquet."
After hearing Qingchen's question, Feng Yue immediately answered for Chen Xuan: "We will go."
Chen Xuan followed Feng Yue's wishes completely. Feng Yue agreed, so he refused.
Qingchen smiled satisfied.
That night, in an open-air temple on Lingshan, Taichu, there were bright moons and stars, fairy birds whirlpooling, and a gentle breeze that refreshed people's hearts.
Chen Xuan and Feng Yue returned to the cave first. Whenever they had time, they worked hard to practice dual cultivation and improve their realm.
After devouring seven or eight corpses of the old Taoist sacrificial corpses, the four-dimensional image was given to Chen Xuan a large amount of pure mental power, and it was also top-level spiritual energy.
Chen Xuan's spiritual will will soon be able to break through the terror level and be proud of the eternal powers.
Even the human saints in the prehistoric era were few able to cultivate their spiritual will to the terrifying level.
"Chen Xuan, do you think the power of the Burial Immortals suddenly sent more than a dozen weak old Taoist priests to attack by themselves. What does it mean?" Feng Yue exhaled like orchids, and the room was filled with fragrance.
"The most reasonable guess is that the Burial Immortal Sect sends the old Taoist sacrificialists to test the power of the protecting formation of the Taoyuan Homeland." Chen Xuan lay beside Feng Yue, and communicated with Feng Yue while discussing. "The Burial Immortal may have another intention in this move, that is, to make the major forces in the Taoyuan Homeland mistakenly believe that the Burial Immortal is extremely declining, which is not worth worrying."
"Um……"
Feng Yue felt that Chen Xuan’s words made sense, and thought about it and added: “We can guess that Taoist Master Luo Wu cannot guess, but Taoist Master Luo Wu did not remind Qing Chen and the major forces. Could it be that it is impossible to bury the immortals after divination?”
"The divination matter cannot be counted as ten percent. Wushuang often says this. But then again, Wushuang must be asked to divine something, about the follow-up of the Immortal Burial and the End-Time Catastrophe." Chen Xuan said this and speeded up.
Feng Yue's beautiful and beautiful lovely suddenly turned red: " Speaking of Sister Wushuang, last time I and she were with you in Shanhaijie before leaving..."
At the end, Feng Yue's crystal clear earlobes turned red and transparent.
As the saying goes, you will think of whatever you do. Feng Yue couldn't help but think of the sisters who said goodbye to Chen Xuan and sent Chen Xuan ascendant, and before sending Chen Xuan ascendant, they had a dark and multi-cultural battle with Chen Xuan. The more ridiculous the scene was, the more ridiculous it was.
Among them, Feng Yue and Ji Wushuang have many wonderful cooperations, and each posture makes Feng Yue "unbearable to look back", but it is endless aftertaste.
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On this side, Chen Xuan and Feng Yue have made great efforts, day after day, on the other side, in an open-air Taoist temple in Lingshan, Taichu, the young heroes who were waiting for the opening ceremony were talking loudly, discussing their brilliant achievements in killing more than a dozen old Taoist priests today.
This battle has shaken the entire Taoyuan homeland. It is said that the old rival of Taichu Dao Palace, Tiandaoyuan and the forces below, regret not participating in the battle.
As the heroes were discussing, the topic came to Chen Xuan.
"That evil emperor Chen Xuan seems to be majoring in martial arts? He is also a body refiner. He refining his body into a top magic weapon, otherwise it would be impossible to break the physical defense of the old Taoist priest with bare hands."
"The martial arts cultivator in the Seventh Era is indeed amazing to be able to practice to this level, but that guy can pick up the bargain at the last moment, just think about it!"
"Yes, we were almost killing the old Taoist sacrificial masters. In the last dozen old Taoist sacrificial masters were extremely weak, and their physical defense was almost collapsed. Not to mention the Taoist Holy Realm martial artists, even any of us could break the defense with one punch. Evil Emperor Chen Xuan really thought how powerful he was!"
These heroes admitted that Chen Xuan was capable, but they were all very dissatisfied.
Some people think that their strength is not inferior to Chen Xuan, and some who have not reached the Great Saint level do not think that they are inferior to Chen Xuan, because young is the greatest capital.
They were born in the Taoyuan land surrounded by immortal spirits in the prehistoric world. They were born as a holy body and immortal figure. They could break through the realm of creation and star realm without a hundred years of promotion to the realm of Taoism.
Yesterday, Taoist Master Luo Wu saw that Chen Xuan had been practicing for nearly a thousand years before he broke through the Taoist Saint. How could these heroes look down on Chen Xuan's talent?
Of course, Taoist Master Luo Wu was not very accurate in his calculations. He calculated the time Chen Xuan practiced in the eight-part Buddha pagoda, but it was not accurate enough. In fact, Chen Xuan practiced in the overall period of five hundred years.