Chapter 314 Fairy Road spokesperson

After Situ Qingfeng unexpectedly returned to the holy world, everyone in their lineage cheered. Many ancestors knew what happened in the treasure gathering gate in those years. After those disciples who did not expel returned one by one, his clan saw hope for the return of Situ Qingfeng.

And Situ Qingfeng's talent is indeed worth their expectation, so they know more about Xu Le.

Xu Le nodded. Although he came from the secular world, he did not turn the whole secular world upside down. At most, he did some things in the Xuanhuang world.

This eighteenth ancestor is a strong man of nine laws, and his strength is much stronger than Xu Le. Although he has not been cultivated to the nine extremes, there should be no problem with more than 80 fighting power.

He has seen a lot of strong people, and he has also met many Jindan masters who are higher than him, and even killed them with his own hands. He has a thousand swords in his hand, and the strong man who has not broken through the nine extremes has not been taken seriously by him.

He walked two steps to the bedside to check Situ Qingfeng's injury. Although he has not been promoted to the spiritual world for many years, he has gradually integrated his spirit and profound background. But now his physical and soul injuries are secondary, and the most important thing is that his bloodline is much thinner than before.

Bloodline means unparalleled potential talent.

With the bloodline of a king, this innate advantage has surpassed many so-called genius disciples. Situ Wuxin's fear of Situ Qingfeng was still very heavy. This time, he didn't know what means to use to draw directly from the bottom of the kettle, cutting off his biggest thought.

"The eight disasters of the soul of the treasure king needs a blood descendant to inherit, but now it seems that Situ Qingfeng's bloodline is not as good as that of Situ Qinglian." Xu Le suddenly hesitated. The degradation of the bloodline is irreversible, unless a miracle occurs, or the king directly instills a strong bloodline in him.

"Our hopes have been dashed, and the traitor has completely extinguished our fire of hope." The 18th Grandfather was very helpless and lost his ambition to fight against fate.

Xu Le was silent for a moment and said solemnly, "Not necessarily, as long as the bloodline of the Qingfeng brothers recovers again, I have a way for him to step on the Situ Wuxin again, and the other party will never be able to raise his head."

The 18th Grandfather knows very well about the legendary rise of Xu Le. This boy acts without common sense, and many things that seem impossible are possible in his hands.

And he could not feel the existence of Xu Le with his cultivation before, which shows that this person's means have been earth-shaking. Although Xu Le is still a young person in the holy world in his own eyes, the more unconventional it is, the more different it is.

This is what determines their fate. The eighteen ancestors calmed down and seemed to be thinking about the consequences.

Xu Le was not disturbed. If the eighteenth ancestor gave up Situ Qingfeng, he would take Qingfeng away. He has a way to restore his brother's noble bloodline.

"What do you guarantee?"

The 18th ancestor asked the most critical question. Whether he can give him confidence is an important factor in his determination.

However, people are separated from the belly, and the inheritance of the eight disasters soul body is very big. Even if the current treasure king knows this shocking news, he will grab it.

It is every practitioner's lifelong dream to ascend, because practice is to live immortality. As long as you don't fly to the fairyland, no matter how strong your cultivation is, you will never be able to resist the erosion of the long river of time, and one day you will disappear between heaven and earth.

The higher the realm, the stronger the cultivation, and the more eager for the power of longing.

An eight-jack soul body is enough to make everyone in the treasure king's lineage crazy, desperate, and even make the treasure door collapse.

Xu Le dared not say.

He thought for a moment, turned his hand over, and there was a simple and unpretentious token in his palm, and a holy word blinded many people's eyes.

"The Order of the Son!"

The eighteenth ancestor was really excited, and the meaning represented by this palm-big thing was really shocking.

"I have one in my hand, and I also have one in the hand of the Qinglian girl who is diving in a safe place. The identity of the Taoist heir of Jubaomen is not a big deal. In the face of many things, even the king will not always adhere to the belief in his heart.

A piece of son order is enough to make the king change his attitude.

The eighteen ancestors also figured this out, and this is an opportunity for them to rise again. The opportunity can't be lost. His body held his head higher, and his eyes were confused, leaving only a wise decision.

"Our veins are originally descendants of kings, and we all have different concentrations of blood in our bodies. Each clan contributed a little to let him slowly refine and merge, which can restore his blood concentration and even make it more brilliant. As long as he can rise, it is worthwhile for all the disciples of our line to lose the bloodline of the king, because we have no way out for a long time, and the son of the Holy Son can borrow me.

Xu Le didn't care about throwing the Holy Son's Order to him. This thing has been refined by himself for a long time. As long as his mind moves, it can automatically hide into the void and fly back automatically. Moreover, on this mountain, only this eighteen ancestors is the soul and empty god realm, but he is far from his opponent.

All the subtle movements are under his control. He is not afraid that he will suddenly become greedy and seal the Holy Son to escape.

After he left, Xu Le took out hundreds of various panacea and put them into Situ Qingfeng's body to repair his injury.

The physical injury is easy to heal, but the soul is a little troublesome. Fortunately, as long as his bloodline recovers, all problems will be solved.

An hour later, the eighteen ancestors persuaded the people of more than 30 spiritual realms to come to this partial hall together. Everyone's eyes fell curiously on Xu Le, and this little man from the secular world really appeared in front of them one day.

Many major events in the secular world have long been spread among the high-level officials, and countless evil disciples who came to the holy world have suffered great losses in the hands of this person. Situ Qingfeng was able to return to the Holy World, which was also the help of this person.

"You don't have to test his skills. We have no way out. Let's start."

After the 18th ancestor exchanged the holy son's order, the first luck forced three drops of purple gold blood beads from the body, full of the king's momentum, dragons and tigers leaps, and all the weather.

This is the bloodline of the king.

Three drops of the king's blood were forced out, and the eighteen ancestors suddenly aged for hundreds of years, his hair was gray, and his originally strong waist seemed to be unable to withstand the destruction of the years.

This is a scene of a strong man breaking his wrist and great love in the world. For the rise of a lineage, they decided to abandon the army.

More than 30 other real people showed a resolute look. Everyone forced out a drop or two of king's blood in their bodies. Although their foundation was damaged, as long as Situ Qingfeng could rise, they had hope.

Nearly 70 drops of the king's blood slowly integrated into Situ Qingfeng's body, and the resonance on the blood made his dead body tremble, and a noble blood light bloom.

Gradually, a trace of praise and prayers came from the body, as if cheering and celebrating.

The blood concentration of the king has exceeded what he originally had, and his bloodline has reached a higher level. For a long time, the fusion of blood slowly subsided. How can you see that the person lying in ** is a high king?

Those who were willing to donate the blood of the king gathered together, and everyone's vitality was greatly damaged, but none of them regretted it.

"18th ancestor, although Qingfeng's bloodline has gone further, there is nothing he can do about his soul injury for the time being."

The eighteenth ancestor looked at Xu Le, hoping that he could come up with something.

"I'll go to the array first."

Xu Le came out of the hall, and pieces of spiritual stones flew out in his hand. Everyone didn't know what he meant. They only saw one large array after another formed in a short period of time to wrap the whole mountain. Those big arrays are perfectly linked to each other, such as killing arrays, magic arrays, poison arrays, magic arrays, etc.

"He is a nine-level formation craftsman."

Everyone was also impressed by Xu Le's means.

Then I saw a handle of treasure weapons integrated into the array, and thousands of magic shadows were integrated into the Marlboro.

Just when everyone was uncertain, Xu Le sacrificed a magic weapon in his hand again to protect the palace where Situ Qingfeng was.

The nine-nine-handled magic weapon has turned into a peerless array, and the nine-fold killing array inside and outside are combined. The invisible majesty makes everyone jump.

"Does he have any earth-shaking things to do?"

The eighteenth ancestor muttered, and his eyes were getting brighter and brighter.

"You Taoist friends are waiting outside, and I'm going to heal the Qingfeng brothers."

The most precious things left by Lao Baowang are two things. One is the soul body of Bajie, which requires his descendants to merge. The other is [Air Thief], and the core essence also needs to be opened by his descendants. What Xu Le needs to do now is to put these two treasures into Situ Qingfeng's body.

They are of the same root, fusion is only a matter of time, and there will be no rejection.

After doing everything, Xu Le walked out of the palace and saw those people walking around uneasily. Obviously, they didn't know how Xu Le would heal Situ Qingfeng and whether he could succeed?

Seeing him come out in a short time, everyone was stunned.

"We are here to protect his law, one day at the fast and ten days and a half months at the slow." Xu Le ignored the doubtful eyes of the people, and he sat down and began to practice himself. He lacks nothing and really doesn't care about anything. He finds a hidden place to hide for a hundred years. Maybe a hundred years later, he may be qualified to argue with the strong man in the spiritual ascension period.

However, he doesn't know how to practice Shinto, so he dares not shut up and can only slowly explore himself in the world.

In a very faraway place, 100,000 miles is dark, without any light, life is cut off, and it is a place of death.

A graceful figure appeared on the edge. His eyebrows and sword eyes were extraordinary, and his body rippled with the most mellow righteousness, justice and righteousness, which seemed to be the embodiment of all the beautiful things in the world. His eyes are full of love, compassion and kindness. He is the spokesperson of Xiandao.

"I didn't expect that the fairy would hide here to heal his wounds after being injured. It's a little interesting. When the magic road is combined, it will be your death."