Chapter 100 Drunk Life and Dream Death

Mao Mao ran away, which scared other disciples and chased after him under an order. That's a little ancestor who can't afford to provoke, and he prays not to be naughty.

Xu Le returned to the Sacred Heart Church with peace of mind, which had been restored as before. Those low-level disciples knelt down respectfully when they saw him. The identity of the chief disciple of the quenching environment is not small, and it is cultivated as a saint's seed.

The last chief disciple, the love tyran, is now the ancestor of the saint, and many old saints are far less powerful than him. Maybe it won't be long before Xu Le is the second love horr.

After entering the closed room, Xu Le began to enter the state of practice. He silently felt the love tyrant. After a while, his face became very beautiful. There are two identical soul imprints in his vague induction. What's going on? Has the love horr become two?

"Outside separation!"

Xu Le thought of a possibility that only when the soul origin is the same can the soul species be divided into two. This is very bad. The love tycove got the evil Taoism and condensed an external split with the resources in his hand. I'm afraid his combat effectiveness is not weak.

One love tyran is difficult to deal with, let alone two. Moreover, after the soul was divided into two, its power was also sharply reduced. Moreover, the man is scheming, and he should find out this problem after his soul energy is passed on. If he doesn't do it for a long time, he is likely to be dealing with the person who plotted him.

"It seems that I want to find a way to refine the spiritual fetus into a split body as soon as possible, so that there are many ways to save lives." Xu Le had a strong sense of crisis in his heart. Originally, he needed to quench the dirty things in the spiritual fetus and burned them.

Fire will only appear when crossing the disaster. It is impossible for fire for no reason, and even if there is fire, it is very difficult to use its power. If you are not careful, you will get into trouble and set yourself on fire.

But it's not that difficult now. He has refined a three-flavored real fire, which is as powerful as fire, and everything will come naturally.

"The Sacred Heart Church may have been stared by masters for a long time. It is not suitable for refining spiritual fetuses here. Thinking about the safest place is still the poison cave. Do I have to ask myself to enter?"

After laughing at himself, Xu Le began to deduce with all his strength, and a trace of different understanding flowed in his mind.

The huge portal of the chaotic tide of Xinghai was closed. When the Canghai Fairy Gate entered, there were nearly 100,000 disciples, but less than half of them came out, with heavy casualties.

This is the cruelty of the immortal world and the inevitable process of every fairy family. Eliminate the weak and make the strong stronger.

A group of powerful disciples have appeared in the Canghai Fairy Gate, and more people have the qualification to be sanctified. Countless treasures entered the Hall of Merit in exchange for countless immortal rewards.

Holy Heart Church performs flatly at the peaks of many churches, and there is no mountain dew. All the disciples were disappointed, but it didn't take long for an amazing news. The third-order alchemist asked his brother to extract hundreds of giant blood. After 300 carefully selected disciples swallowed and refine, everyone's strength soared in just a few days. The new martial arts master alone has been promoted to more than 30 at once, and there are still many disciples who are at the peak of level 9 of quenching, and they are only one step away from being promoted directly.

After a period of boiling, the whole fairy gate gradually calmed down, and all the famous disciples began to accumulate strength to prepare for the 30-year-old Fujiao Competition.

Flying in the sea can fly up and down into the sea. It is extremely fast. It is the best transportation tool, and it is more noble than those machine beasts. Every saint in the fairy gate has a flying dragonfly, and the most powerful one is the golden four-clawed flying dragon.

The golden four-clawed flying dragonfly is an eight-level demon. If the fifth claw evolves, it will become a dragon, a real dragon.

The normal sea flying dragons are all six-level demons, comparable to the status of saints. In the quenching world, if anyone can subdue a head as a mount, the status will rise sharply, and disciples of the same level will kneel down when they see it.

On this day, a twelve- or three-year-old handsome girl stretched out her head nervously at the door. Nangong Xiaoxiao happened to go out and felt very strange when she saw her: "Sister, are you looking for someone?"

"Yes, I want to find my master." The little girl looks very worried.

"Your master?"

"Sister, my master is Xu Le of the Sacred Heart Church. My name is Hong Xiaoyi, and I also asked my senior sister to help me convey that my disciple has something urgent to ask for.

Nangong Xiaoxiao looked up and down and was slightly surprised. She almost looked away. This little girl was actually a soul practitioner. There are very few soul practitioners as old as her, and each of them is the key training object of Xianmen. I'm afraid that those saints and ancestors will also learn privately in order to accept her as apprentices. Unexpectedly, such a talented girl will be Xu Le's apprentice.

"Your master is still retreating. If you have any urgent matters, please tell me."

"Sister Nangong, who is looking for you?" He walked out of the Sacred Heart Church with his hands and backs.

"See you and ask your brother." Hong Xiaoyi recognized and asked at a glance and quickly saluted.

"She is a disciple of Brother Xu Le, and she is looking for him in an emergency. But he can't be disturbed in the retreat, so..."

"Oh, you are a disciple collected by your brother. In this case, we can also help you if you have anything important." With a wave of his fist, his body emitted a strong breath, wild and domineering. That is not a tall body that seems to store amazing power and is quite a master demeanor.

"My grandfather was imprisoned, and asked Brother Dao, Sister Nangong rescued him. If you take a step later, the guilty brother may kill him.

It is common for some people to die in the Canghai Fairy Gate every day, and no one will care about it. But Hong Xiaoyi is Xu Le's apprentice, and the situation is different. Moreover, when Nangong Xiaoxiao heard that her grandfather was still in the hands of Yu Sin, the first thought that Yu Sin might have threatened Xu Le by this means.

"Sister Hong, take us there immediately."

For a period of time after returning from the chaotic tide of Xinghai, Yu Sin, the madman Lu, and a large number of disciples who thought they were lawless were developing their power crazily, and even fighting for the resources of practice. The immortals have never asked about these things, and the strong in the immortal world survive.

Now that the magic hand of Yu Sin has opened to Xu Le, Nangong Xiaoxiao will naturally not continue to be arrogant.

Shortly after the two left, Xu Le opened his eyes with a smile on his face. The painstaking practice during this period has not been in vain. He has thought out a lot of skills at the level of the two emperors. Although there are not many moves, each move contains 'Tao' meaning.

The cultivation of Taoism is the cultivation of immortals.

Take out a piece of memory crystal and print a copy of your deduction results. In addition to the moves, it also has a little different understanding. Compared with the original authentic emperor-level skills, it is a little plausible, but it is also because of this that you can fool those old guys.

Out of the place of retreat, the hall of the Sacred Heart Church was full of disciples, and everyone was practicing hard.

"Why are there so many martial arts masters?"

Xu Le's eyes were surprised. Previously, there were only five or six ten-level disciples in the Sacred Heart Church, but now there are more than 30 more. These forces are among the best in all the peaks of the hall.

He didn't disturb these people and left silently with a flash. Today, the Meritorious Service Hall seems to be relatively lonely, and those disciples are even cheering and drowsy.

"Is the meritorious elder there?" Xu Le asked politely.

A martial arts master man in his fifties just looked up at him and saw that he was just a 9-level disciple. He immediately said unhappily, "The meritorious elder is a saint. He has been practicing latently. How can you and others see him if they want to see him? If you have something to say, just say it quickly. If you have nothing to do, get out of here."

Xu Le frowned, and it seemed that his reputation was not as loud as he thought. He smiled faintly and said slowly, "Xu Le of Sacred Heart Church came to exchange merit. Which brother is willing to pass it on for me?"

"Hmm, which green onion is Xu Le? I'm still meritorious... What did you just say? Are you Xu Le from Sacred Heart Church? The middle-aged man's face suddenly changed, and his buttocks stood up as if he had been stabbed by a sword. Who is Xu Le? He is the chief disciple of Canghai Xianmen. He once suppressed 18 martial arts masters with the power of one person, and these achievements are rare in ancient times. Moreover, recently, the Sacred Heart Church has been blooming everywhere. Martial arts masters don't want their capital to emerge. This strong momentum of promotion has shocked countless halls and attracted many scattered disciples to join.

Even if Xu Le has disappeared after the return of the chaotic tide, it does not mean that his reputation has disappeared, but gives people a mysterious feeling.

"If you don't know Mount Tai, please ask Brother Xu to commit a crime."

The dozed disciples of the meritorious hall have long been scared. What are they? Xu Le killed them all in anger, and no one in the fairy gate will come forward to punish him.

"This time I entered the chaotic tide of the Star Sea, I got two emperor-level skills. Go and tell the meritorious elders."

The emperor-level skill is the cultivation of immortality, which is valuable, and those people hurried to report. Soon, a silver-haired and rosy young man came out of the inner hall and followed him by the cringing martial arts master.

"Are you the Xu Le who has been in the limelight recently? Humph, young people are arrogant and arrogant, and don't know how to restrain their clumsiness. Many fellow disciples have been abolished for practicing dozens of cold and summer, cutting off the road to immortals. Do you know that you are guilty about this?

Who is this guy? Cover a big hat as soon as you come up.

Xu Le looked at each other and saw a cloud rising in his eyes. The fog in the clouds looked at the world in a daze. His mind seemed to fall into it all of a sudden, as if he was in a dream. Qionglou Yuyu rose up in front of him, with strange flowers and plants, and the beautiful woman whispered softly.

The sound comes from the sky, making people degenerate, intoxicated and unable to extricate themselves.

This is a drunken dream!