Heaven Extinction Martial Emperor

This is a sign of breakthrough!

He closed his eyes slightly, guiding the inner strength of his body and spinning rapidly.

After half a stick of incense.

The winds and turbulence of his whole body swelled, and the essence of the Quartet surged insanely, gathering in his body.

The cultivation base is that in a very short period of time, a breakthrough occurred and reached the six vortex of the Dachen position!

The old man was a little surprised: "It's so full of inner strength, the five big swirls of the ordinary big stars, a glass of red willow wine can break through at least two levels, but you only break through one."

It can be seen that Xia Qingchen's body is vigorous and strong, twice that of ordinary people.

After the breakthrough, Xia Qingchen opened his eyes and said, "Thank you for giving wine! Senior has commanded, please say."

There will be no good in the world for no reason.

If you do well, there will be demands.

Zu Qianju smiled: "I just want to see your elders and ask about the cure for mental injuries."

Xia Qingchen gazed calmly at Zu Qianjue.

After watching for a while, said: "Your mental injury should be injured by a strange monster."

"It may not have been noticed at first, but after a long time, the mental injury broke out, and we will feel tired and lack of energy, and finally fall into a permanent lethargy, until the physical function is completely stopped, and completely died."

Quiet!

In the garden, it was quiet.

Young Master Xiang Mu's eyes were horrified, and he stared at Xia Qingchen inexplicably.

An ancestor's mental injury was actually broken by an outsider!

It's incredible!

Zu Qianjue was even more shocked. It was not until Xia Qingchen was broken that he realized where his mental injury came from.

Many years ago, he had encountered a horrible monster that was about to transform into humans.

Just being glanced at by the other party, he was seriously injured and almost died.

I thought I had escaped the disaster, but I still fell into the root of the mental illness.

"Little brother, how did you know?" Zu Qianjue found that his three hundred years of experience was not enough to see in front of the teenager.

Xia Qingchen pointed to his own eyes, meaning to see with his eyes.

"What do you mean, I understand that I want to seek a spiritual cure, right?" Xia Qingchen said, "Here comes the brush and ink."

Gongzi Xiang took the pen and ink immediately and placed it respectfully in front of Xia Qingchen.

Xia Qingchen wrote the pen and wrote two.

"This is a faint meditation, you should refine it yourself, but don't spread it casually!"

"This is a secret technique to recuperate your spirit. It will only take 20 years or more than 50 years before your mental injury recovers."

Zu Qianjue looked at it immediately, more and more shocked.

The fascination of the faint meditation is convenient, and the secret technique of the latter to recuperate the spirit is extremely profound.

He has to look at it for a while before he can understand its deep meaning.

However, according to his experience, it can be judged that this is indeed a superior mystery of raising the essence.

There is a possibility of a radical cure for his mental injury!

"Little brother, great kindness, the old man has no idea what to do!" Zu Qianju's excited old hand shivered.

Xia Qingchen said lightly: "Just peach for Li."

The other party gave him red willow wine, and he gave himself the cure.

When Zu Qianjue looked at Xia Qingchen again, his eyes changed completely: "Dare to ask which division the little friend came from?"

Xia Qingchen thought for a while and then pointed his finger to the sky.

"Are you the heir of God?" Zu Qianju's eyes flickered.

Xia Qingchen nodded: "Almost!"

He is a **** king, not a descendant of God.

"If nothing else, leave, I still need to hurry." Qionglou Banquet ended, and I went to Jingyuan Temple.

Zu Qian never stayed.

He felt that such a character could not be retained.

"Xiang, take my Tiange over and send the little brother a ride."

The son trembles in his heart, Tian Ge is the mount of the ancestor.

Never once ridden to outsiders, but now to Xia Qingchen a kid?

Soon, he brought a monster with a stern look, a short body, but a wide back.

Its cultivation base has reached the level of big star position!

"Xia Gongzi, please come on!"

Zu Qianjue frowned: "The wrong name!"

The young man was stunned for a while before he could understand where he was wrong.

The ancestor still called Xia Qingchen a little friend.

As a great-grandson of the ancestor, how can his peers call Xia Qingchen?

Isn't that messy?

"Xia Laozu, please come on!" Gongzi Xiang felt strange.

I actually want to call a peer of the same age as the ancestor!

No one would believe it.

Xia Qingchen accepted it calmly. With his real age, Gongzi Xiang called his ancestor, and he did not suffer.

"In addition, the remaining red willow wine, Xiaoyou on the road with a thirst." Zu Qianju handed over the remaining one gourd red willow wine.

Although the red willow wine is only effective for the first time, it is always a good thing.

"Thank you, if there is any unknown change in his injuries, he can come to me." Xia Qingchen jumped onto Tian Ge and walked away.

Tian Ge can fly, run on the ground, and swim in the water.

Called the best mount.

Looking at Xia Qingchen ascending into the sky, his back turned away, and the son grieved: "Ancestor, is the identity you gave Xia Laozu too high?"

How can I be an elder brother with an 18-year-old boy?

Zu Qianjue stared deeply at Xia Qingchen's back and slowly shook his head: "I call him an old ancestor, I don't have to be wronged, what are you wronged for?"

Gong Zixiang couldn't detect it, but Zu Qian faced Xia Qingchen at close range.

But there is a sense of suffocation like the abyss.

In that sense, Zu Qian only had it when he was a teenager and when he was facing his ancestor.

"Ah?" Young Master Xiang, who has always been calm, couldn't help but stunned.

Xia Laozu's name, he is destined!

At that time.

Looking outside the Holy City.

On a lake, there are two snow-white and huge swans.

Gong Liangyun came back gloomy and jumped on one of the swans.

On the other swan, there is an 18-year-old boy who is practicing cross-legged.

Judging from the inner strength, it has reached the Dachen position seven vortex.

Such an age, such a cultivation, is quite rare.

In the Xingyun Sect, which of the seven vortexers reached the Dachen position, which one is not in his 20s or 30s?

This person's high talent is evident.

"Sister Yun, are you back? Have you ever got enough Tianyue coins?" The teenager opened his eyes and rejoiced.

Gong Liangyun said with a cold face: "Don't say it, it was stirred by a kid."

The young man's expression was abrupt: "What's going on? Isn't there a golden help?"

"That kid broke the truth of Tianhuo, making most people doubt, and finally only auctioned 40 million Tianyin coins, really annoying!" Gong Liangyun became more and more angry.

If she was afraid of Xiahou Shenmen's visit to the Holy City, she did not dare to act rashly, and she absolutely had to unload Xia Qingchen.

"Where's the boy, dare to fight our sister Yun! Who is he? I will teach him!"

Gong Liangyun said: "Forget it, let's go quickly, and don't know what demon wind was blowing, Xiahou Shenmen actually appeared in the city."

Upon hearing this, the young pupil shrank violently.

After some harsh words, I swallowed it back again.

"Let's go quickly, Xiahou Shenmen can't mess with it!" said the young boy in disappointment: "We will rush to Jingyuan Zen Temple immediately, and don't delay the practice."

So, two white swans took off.