Chapter 69 Identity Leakage

The twilight shrouded the cage in the mountain city. At the end of the clouds, the bottom of the "Nightmare Mountain" where thousands of changes stopped, and the afterglow of the sunset was faintly infiltrating in.

In the cage at the bottom, a dark-haired man was sitting cross-legged with his upper body. The twilight light penetrated from the bottom and gradually enveloped his whole body. He was like a newborn baby, gasping heavily, and thousands of golden lights blooming on his skin. In the loud gasp like thunder, a golden The light and shadow of the dragon are looming.

The afterglow of the sunset was swallowed up by the man's skin, and in his breath, impurities similar to chaos spewed out.

Swallowing yang fire and refining the golden body.

If this scene is seen by the masters of martial arts people, they will definitely be surprised, because only the qi and blood masters who have reached the realm of martial arts can absorb the purest natural elements in heaven and earth and refine their own muscles and bones. This seemingly simple breathing action actually includes the dream of martial arts practitioners. The realm of seeking.

The man's breathing became heavier and heavier. At this time, the door of the cage was opened, and a fat man in a white robe came in.

"Xing boy, how are you feeling today?"

When the fat man spoke, there was a cold sweat on his forehead. He took out a silk handkerchief to wipe it, which seemed to be no different from an ordinary person.

Xiang Qingyi knows the horror of this fat man. All his martial arts skills are as naive as a child's play in front of the other party. No matter how much he toss, the other party can easily break it with one finger. This is not a gap in strength, but a gap in pure understanding of martial arts. With this alone, Xiang Qingyi is really I can't imagine who else in this world can be the opponent of fat people.

But there are as many as five in this hill-like castle.

"If you go back to Lord, I have refined the magic liquid and feel that the strength of my body has greatly increased. Now my body should be no less than a dragon clan."

He answered respectfully to Qingyi. In the face of the huge gap in strength, he put away his usual arrogance.

The fat man waved his hand and seemed to be extremely dissatisfied: "It's nothing. You have taken my magic liquid. The power of the body should break through to the peak of Wu Zun. What's more, you have devoured a Jiuyou dragon king. Although it is not a dragon clan with pure blood, it should also be of great benefit to you to condense your body."

The fat man frowned and thought, and his sweat kept dripping. He was too lazy to wipe it when he thought about it. Obviously, he was extremely focused. After thinking for a long time, he did not analyze a result. The fat man could only let go of this problem, and then patted Qingyi's arm and said, "Well, you accompany me and go to the hanging island. I I need a servant, would you like to?"

Xiang Qingyi was suddenly overjoyed, "I'm willing, why don't you want to? If you have a senior to guide me in martial arts, I'm also willing to."

The fat man waved his hand disdainfully, "Don't say it's nice. If I meet someone from your master and ask you to kill you, can I kill you?"

Xiang Qingyi was slightly stunned, but immediately looked murderous: "Qingyi has long been determined to devote his life to martial arts. Before the mystery of martial arts, there is no one who can't be killed in the world."

"Haha, okay, it seems that this Huashen original liquid really has the miraculous effect of removing emotions. Good, very good." The fat man stroked his palm and smiled and said, "Go to the room next door to get the imperial armor and sort out your messy beard. A day later, follow me. Now that you have integrated the Dragon Emperor Armor, your strength should at least be at the peak of Wu Zun. It's almost enough to be a follower, haha."

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The fog was thick. Before an open river, a beautiful man was staring at the lake, and his eyes were as deep as the endless fog on the lake.

A gust of wind blew from the fog, scattering the man's long untied hair, like thousands of green silk flying in the air.

The man closed his eyes, and the whole body floated up. His bare feet stepped on the rising fog on the river, as if they were stepping in emptiness.

He is like a fairy dancing in the sky and pointing like a sword. The dance of each sword brings out countless water mist. This water mist has transformed into countless shapes. Some are like running horses, some are like tigers, and some are like warriors. These water mist derive endless images, which suddenly fill the whole river, as if A picture of all sentient beings.

This image contains too many mysteries, reckless and vast, covering within a few miles, and in this picture of water and fog, even time is stagnant for it, but it does not move forward.

"Okay, it's not bad that he is the Lord of Blood. This kind of all-life picture has been exerted to the extreme by you. Even if it is the most powerful Lord of Dark Chen among you and me, I'm afraid it will take a long time to encounter this type."

Before the river, on a verdant bamboo building, I don't know when there was a thin old monk holding a crutch, with three thousand feet of white hair, with a strange temperament.

"Well, Lord of Qingchen, what kind of wind blew today to make you come to my dwelling house? Aren't you afraid of causing misunderstanding between the two factions when you come to Wanliu Sect? The man in hair was still quiet, as beautiful as a virgin. He quietly turned around and looked at each other with a smile on his face.

"Haha."

The thin old monk suddenly stopped the staff in his hand, and his body turned into a puff of smoke. He flew to the opposite side of the man. The smoke gathered again, but turned into a charming and charming woman, with red lips and phoenix eyes, eyebrows like distant mountains, and a charming face that turned all sentient beings upside down.

"Lord of Blood, I'm afraid no one will guess this appearance now." The woman covered her lips and smiled, charming and beautiful enough to turn the world upside down. "You Li Qiushui, you are romantic and famous all over the north of the Yangtze River. A wonderful woman comes to see you, and there must be no trouble of words."

"Well, thank you for your kindness." Li Qiushui still smiled, but his expression was cold, as if the charming woman floating in front of him was just a pile of white bones. "What do you want to do with the Lord of Qingchen coming here today?"

A trace of coldness also flashed in the woman's wonderful eyes, but her voice was still numb to the bone: "You should have heard about the arrival. The ancient gods were in chaos. That guy was swallowed alive, and there was no trace of residue left. What do you think of this?"

"What do you see? What's good to look at?" Li Qiushui smiled and said, "You and I are just sent by the master to collect some mutatical creatures and treasures. By the way, give some trouble to those so-called orthodox monitors. As for the arrival, that's a matter of the high-level decision. It's not you and I can intervene. We are just working. Why worry about that leisure?"

The woman frowned: "Don't you think it's strange that the ancient god can kill the comer?"

"Wacky? What's so weird?" As soon as Li Qiushui brushed his sleeves and the water mist changed, he formed a flowing silver-like chair. He sat on it and said leisurely, "The ancient god is the strongest creatures that this original ecological civilization can brew. They are strong and smart, reluctantly and meet the standard of Nian servants and martial slaves. The five cooperate tacitly and have completely different attributes. As long as the ancient god is properly arranged, it is enough to kill a comer whose early power has not yet fully mature. There is nothing strange about this. Even the above acquiesce that such a thing will happen. Recording such strange data is still helpful for the research of the ultimate life form, don't you think?

"Well, if it's an ancient god, it's fine, but if it's not an ancient god, it's another creature?" The woman sneered, her fingers flicked, and a water mist condensed into a bed. She lay down beautifully, held her cheeks in her hand, and looked at Li Qiushui charmingly.

Li Qiushui's expression did not change at all. He smiled and said, "Other creatures, you are referring to the indigenous people in this civilization. These guys who advertise the so-called martial arts all day long are of mediocre. They have only one or two martial slave-level qi and blood masters and three servants for thousands of years. I hope they can Kill the comer, isn't it a fool's dream?"

"Don't forget that their so-called martial arts and skills are just a carefully arranged development direction of the world above, a new direction for the development of life energy. The source of their martial arts nutrition is the founders. Those who come to this world with us are all arranged. Use these indigenous people to experiment. Look at the direction and results of the research, and then recycle and transmit it to the world above through the checkpoint. The cycle of everything is so simple. The death of the Adventist may be an accident. In the rest of the trial world, such things will occasionally happen. Small probability events, you really don't have to make a fuss, not to mention, take a ten thousand steps back. For example, you and I are just smugglers and traffickers who collect some strange things for their masters. We don't need to fuck these idleness. Li Qiushui once again emphasized each other's identity: "Sometimes, you and I should not be too obsessed with the role-playing of the world. What we should worry about is the rewards we get after going back."

The woman's face suddenly changed, and then she snorted coldly, "Well, I know what you mean. I thought it was mediocre. It seems that you don't need to look at the silhouette below."

Silhouette? What silhouette?" Li Qiushui was a little confused.

The woman smiled strangely and did not say anything. She just waved her jade arm, and a senseless greenness permeated the water, and then showed a light and shadow similar to the picture.

That is the picture of "Son of Thunder" being besieged by ancient gods. At the end of the battle, the picture of "Xiaowei" holding the "chain of divine punishment" penetrating the chest of "Son of Thunder" was clearly visible, fixed, and then the picture collapsed.

"See?" The Lord of Qingchen began to sneer.

Li Qiushui put away his smile, meditated for a while, and then asked, "How did you get this picture?"

"Well, when the 'Son of Thunder' fought fiercely with the ancient god, I happened to pass by there and secretly hid it, and then peeped at this picture."

"It's incredible. Isn't this one of the three legendary divine sources? God, this is absolutely impossible..." Li Qiushui could no longer control his calm mood. He stood up and kept walking in the void. He was a little impatient. He suddenly turned his head and injected the Lord of Qingchen coldly like a snake. He said in a cold voice, "Huh, the three divine sources, the ultimate mystery of the legendary power. You should hide such a good thing alone for fear that it will be known by others. Why do you tell me?

"Cocking..." The woman covered her lips and smiled again: "As early as the endless sea, the snake girl I controlled, the puppet known as the 'mother of the aquarium', had seen this light source with her own eyes. Later, I did catch the boy in Qianfoshan, but unfortunately, he escaped. Now his strength has grown up and he is disabled. The missing divine source is the backer. I may not be able to clean it up alone. How about it? Are you interested?

"Why don't you look for the Lord of Darkness?" Li Qiushui's face is still cold.

"Lord of Darkness?" The woman smiled disdainfully: "His strength is so strong that I can't control it. I got the divine source. What if he turns against me? But you are different. Your strength is comparable to mine, and you have no ambition. How about you and me share the benefits equally?

Li Qiushui injected the woman coldly and didn't say a word. It was not until ten minutes later that he regained his elegant smile: "Deal, where is Shenyuan now?"

"This little guy is not easy to track, but according to the information at hand, he should be on his way to the far mountains at this moment."

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