The Golden Elixir is a Star. Do You Call This Cultivating Immortality?

 Chapter 164 New game icon, see High Priest

Venerable Mohui also had a strange look in his eyes.

 “This is the first time I have seen such an interesting little insect.”

“Who gave you the courage?”

Following the voice of Lord Mohui, the aura belonging to the Yin God filled the air at this moment.

  The biggest difference between Yin Shen and Zi Mansion is the spiritual power!

Yin Shen has transformed the spiritual power in his body into spiritual power.

 That is something more advanced than the original magical power.

 A ray of divine power can create a desperate situation at your fingertips.

 When the envoy not far away saw this scene, he could not move.

At this time, Qi Yuan shouted to the sky: "Ning Tao, save me!"

 That's right, Qi Yuan used the Great Summoning Technique!

 At this moment, he chooses to eat soft rice!

 The spiritual energy in his body is not enough to summon the star projection.

 However, it is possible to summon Ning Tao's projection.

Qi Yuan was very excited and looking forward to eating soft rice for the first time.

 Happy suona sound, relaxing melody.

 The sun in the sky seemed to flash.

 Space seems to be solidified and time seems to have stood still.

 Under everyone's gaze, a woman in a black dress appeared out of thin air.

She has a charming face, and her skin is as white as snow, as white as the most exquisite porcelain in the world.

 Petite and exquisite body, long hair falling like a waterfall in the night, her left eye is as pure as drizzle, like a lively spring girl, and her right eye is deep and charming, like a sickly night goddess.

 A profound and powerful aura filled her body, like a god.

Is this what the Blood-clothed Sword God relies on?

 Jiang Ya instantly understood in her heart that the Blood-clothed Sword God and the Yin God woman must have a close relationship, and they might even be the most valued offspring of the Yin God woman.

"Two steps to the sky!" Lord Mohui's eyes shrank, and he sensed a threat.

 He has only taken one step into the sky and only has three divine orifices.

 But the other party is a terrifying existence that is two steps ahead of the sky.

 His strength is at least ten times his.

 Low-level monks may be able to fight higher up.

 As for those who have cultivated to the realm of Yinshen, which one is not a true genius?

 If you have one less divine orifice opened than your opponent, it will be difficult to make up for your combat power through other means.

This kind of gap is just a small level, and it is impossible to fight across levels.

 Even the young master has no record of fighting beyond the ranks.

 He wanted to escape.

At this time, Qi Yuan's voice came: "Ning Tao, help me kill him quickly!"

“Husband, please wait a moment!” Ning Tao said and waved his hand.

Venerable Mohui, who originally wanted to escape, was instantly imprisoned in the air.

 Seeing this scene, Jiang Ya was completely stunned.

This goddess...what is she called the Blood-clothed Sword God?

 Husband? ? ?

Isn’t he the ancestor of the Blood-clothed Sword God?

How did you become a Taoist couple?

The blood-clothed sword god, a purple man, actually kidnapped a powerful Yin God to be his wife?

This is too...

 She was a little confused, looking at the battle ahead.

"No!" At this time, Venerable Mohui yelled, and the spiritual power in the three divine orifices in his body continued to circulate, trying to break this restriction.

 However, the gap between his spiritual power and Ning Tao's projection was more than ten times.

  The gap between the two is even greater than the late stage of Divine Infant versus the early stage of Golden Core.

  A huge gap in realm.

 Its spiritual power is as weak as a mountain spring compared to Ning Tao.

Ning Tao locked it with just one finger.

"You can't kill me, my eldest brother is also a step above the sky!" Seeing that he couldn't escape, Lord Mohui quickly calmed down.

Ning Tao did not speak, but looked at Qi Yuan, who was leaning on Qi Yuan's arms like a bird: "Husband... what should I do?"

Jiang Ya, who was not far away, looked at this scene with disbelief in her eyes.

 The aloof Yin Shen is like a girl in love.

Qi Yuan helplessly fiddled with Ning Tao's hair.

The last time he appeared, when no one was around, he was called Xue Zhuzi.

This time there are many people, so I call him husband.

How could he not understand the girl's thoughts?

He looked at Ning Tao’s beautiful snowy face and muttered: “Is this what it feels like to eat soft rice? It’s really... very refreshing.”

 After muttering, he looked at Lord Mohui and said arrogantly: "Your eldest brother is a Yin God, and I...my wife is also a Yin God!"

Perhaps out of comparison, he called Ning Tao his wife for the first time.

Ning Tao's left eye is as tender as water, with the shyness of a girl, while her right eye is charming and full of blush.

Venerable Mohui was confused by Qi Yuan's words.

“We, the Moluo clan, have a total of five Yin gods coming this time…”

 “My wife is a Yin Shen!”

 "Two steps to the sky, three steps..."

 “My wife is a Yin Shen!” Qi Yuan said proudly.

No matter what Mo Hui said, he would always reply with these words, which seemed extremely awkward.

“Your Excellency is not from Wangyue Continent, so why should you start a war with our Moluo clan over Wangyue Continent?

We, the three venerables of the Canglan Realm, have reached an agreement with us to divide the Wangyue Continent equally.

If you let me go, we, the Moluo clan in Mochizuki Continent, can give you one-third of our territory! "Venerable Mohui is still working hard.

Qi Yuan’s face turned cold: “It’s really funny, Mochiyue Continent is mine, how can I tolerate you giving it to me!”

Seeing that Qi Yuan could not be persuaded, Venerable Mo Hui looked at Ning Tao: "The dispute between the Mo Luo clan and Wangyue Continent involves... two Yang gods.

 Senior, it is not easy for seniors to reach the second level of cultivation.

 One day, the senior will become a great master and ascend to the upper realm.

 Why should we offend our Moluo clan and the one behind us... Yang Shen because of these trivial things! "

 At this moment, Venerable Mohui took out his trump card.

The dispute between the Moluo clan and the Moon Moon Continent is just a continuation of the battle between the two Yang gods.

Of course, the Moluo clan actually has nothing to do with the Yang God, not even his direct subordinates. They only use it to intimidate Ning Tao.

Ning Tao didn’t even look at Lord Mohui, she kept looking at Qi Yuan.

 Her projection has limited time and every minute is precious.

 “Scare me with the Yang God, do you have the ability to send him down to the realm to kill me?” If Qi Yuan was frightened by this threat, he would not be Qi Yuan.

 Furthermore, Yang Shen is not so easy to get into the lower realm.

 “Kill him!” Qi Yuan hugged Ning Tao and said softly.

Ning Tao waved his hand.

Venerable Mohui, who was originally imprisoned, experienced horrific changes in his body.

 The bloated fat became dry, and the scales on the whole body became withered and crumbled.

 Its face suddenly changed from youth to old age.

 Its cloudy eyes showed an expression of disbelief: "Seeds of the Divine Realm..."

 The breath was completely extinguished at this moment.

 The majestic Yin God, the Yin God who could penetrate a whole country, just... fell.

 Die simply and simply.

 It is like dying not as a god, but as a mortal.

Everyone on the field was shocked.

 This is the first time they have seen the Yinshen fight.

I originally thought that the sun and the moon would be darkened, and the mountains and rivers would collapse. But the result... was too simple.

 The envoy from before also widened his eyes.

 What happened today was beyond his expectation.

 At this moment, Ning Tao's figure also became more illusory.

"Husband... next time you encounter a strong enemy, call me!" Her eyes were full of nostalgia. After saying this, the projection completely dissipated, and she returned to the stellar golden elixir.

　　Comes like wind and rain, and leaves like fine dust.

 Qi Yuan felt a little empty in his heart.

The surroundings were silent, and the suona stopped blowing. They were all frightened by the battle just now.

 After a long time, Dazhi Zhenjun couldn't help but said: "Senior is really a great talent, and he actually has a **** wife."

If his Taoist companion hadn't died young, I would have been tempted to ask the Blood-clothed Sword God how to find a divine wife.

Jiang Ya was silent and said worriedly: "Senior, you need to be careful. There is more than one Yin God in the Moluo clan, and there are also two who can step into the sky."

 Jiang Ya’s concerns are not unreasonable.

 The Taoist companion of the Blood-robed Sword God is just a Yin God.

It is said that two fists are difficult to beat with four hands. One Yin God died in the Mara clan, and there are four Yin Gods who are strong.

"I have a plan to break the siege of our seniors." Lord Dazhi said seriously, "As long as our seniors can find a few more gods and Taoist companions, and call them all over when they encounter enemies, why should the Maruo clan care about them?"

Hearing this, Qi Yuan felt that it made sense.

"nothing."

Although he is eating soft food now, it does not mean that he will be eating soft food for the rest of his life.

 It won’t be long before he takes over the entire Moon Moon Continent.

 At that time, he will be the real master of Wangyue Continent.

“Have a rest for half an hour, and let’s continue to kill Mo Luo!” Qi Yuan looked at the body of Lord Mo Hui, and also glanced at the five Zifu who had been shattered into pieces by the aftermath.

 A strange look flashed in his eyes.

Just now, when Ning Tao killed Venerable Mohui, he noticed something strange happened to his game jade slip.

While everyone was cleaning the battlefield, Qi Yuan came to a remote place alone.

 His consciousness sank into the game jade slip. “A new game icon has appeared!”

 He was a little excited.

But soon, his excitement dissipated a lot.

 “Only less than a quarter has been downloaded?”

 The Good News game icon appeared, but Bad News was only less than a quarter downloaded.

Qi Yuan thought and used his clever brain: "Does it mean that I...or Ning Tao needs to kill the Yinshen to help download this game?"

He looked at the game icon in a daze.

At this moment, several male voices came into his ears.

“God, it’s not that we don’t pay tribute to you, but our Qingshui Village is also extremely poor!”

“Yesterday, village chief Yulei took us to grab water from the next village. As a result, the village chief’s baby was bitten by the village chief next door. Alas, when will this end?”

“What age has it been? We still worship ancient gods, but we must worship new gods!”

 “That **** new god, that’s a man-eating god!”

"Gods can eat people, and at least they will protect them everywhere, but what about the ancient gods you worship...the ancient gods have long...declined? If you worship sincerely every day, will he respond?"

 “Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuah, we must have starved the **** to death because we didn’t have any tribute.”

“Shen Tu, Shen Tu, listen to my brother’s advice, just like our village, let’s find a new god!”

 Qi Yuan listened to these incomprehensible conversations.

　　“So, is this the new game background?”

 Ancient gods, and new cannibal gods.

 It’s just...what does this divine infant village chief mean?

 The Shenying monk is established and can he be the village chief?

 But, why does the village chief still want to grab water?

 Qi Yuan was puzzled.

He listened to the conversation and suddenly said: "I am the God of Origin. Those who believe in me will have eternal life!"

 Far away world, in a remote village.

 The sleeping Shen Tu's eyes widened. He looked at the dilapidated statues in the temple with a suspicious look in his eyes.

“Isn’t he a dog-tailed grass god? How could he become the Origin Heavenly Lord?” He was puzzled.

 The gods are starving their heads?

 …

 Heavy snow fell, and the capital of the Yue Dynasty was covered in silver.

 The branches and trunks of the ancient Qichun tree are covered with snow.

The girl looks like six or seven years old, wearing a goose-white fox fur coat. She is sitting on the bluestone, closing her eyes and concentrating.

 At this moment, a woman in white appeared quietly.

 The young girl opened her eyes: "How is the situation?"

"High Priest, behind the blood-clothed sword god, there is a Yin God who can step into the sky. Not long ago, that Yin God took action and killed Lord Mohui." The woman in white is a Yin God, He had met Qi Yuan once before.

 As a Yin God, your attitude towards the girl in front of you is extremely respectful.

 The high priest looked at the July Lake in front of him with clear eyes.

At this time, the woman in white said earnestly: "High Priest, even if there is one more capable foreign aid, it will not change the outcome.

 Wangyue Continent...can no longer be defended, we have to leave. "

 The high priest has a childish face and a firm gaze: "I can't leave now, I have to wait for someone."

After hearing the words, the woman in white said after a long time: "The high priest is waiting for, should it be the faceless sword god?"

 The high priest did not answer, but this also represented the answer.

“After tens of thousands of years, if the Faceless Sword God had not fallen, he would have been here long ago.”

“I have been sitting here for five thousand years, including these few years.

I have never seen him before, and I want to know if he is like the one in the legend..." Endless longing filled the girl's eyes.

At this moment, she seemed to have thought of something and couldn't help but ask: "Which one do you think is more powerful, the Blood-clothed Sword God or the Faceless Sword God?"

When the woman in white heard this, she felt helpless towards the young master. She couldn't help but smile bitterly and said: "Whoever the high priest thinks is powerful is the one who is powerful."

“The wife of the Blood-robed Sword God is only two steps above the sky. In this regard, she is not as good as the Faceless Sword God.

The appearance of the Blood-clothed Sword God is definitely not as good as that of the Faceless Sword God. "

 The high priest said as she looked at her reflection in the water.

 She was particularly convinced of the latter one.

“So, the Faceless Sword God is completely victorious.” the high priest said proudly.

　　The woman in white did not speak, and the sorrow in her eyes did not dissipate.

At this time, the high priest quietly said: "I know your worries. When the time comes...if nothing can be done, I will activate the teleportation circle and take...Yue Dynasty away."

It’s just...at that time, if the Faceless Sword God wakes up, will he be able to find July Lake?

　　It’s just that the Moon-Watching Continent may become a real purgatory.

How could she bear to see the place he once guarded with his life in ruins?

The woman in white breathed a sigh of relief when she heard this.

She was afraid that the high priest would be stubborn and stay here.

At this moment, a rapid voice came: "High Priest!"

The faceless **** envoy wearing a black embroidered robe appeared with a strange look on his face.

A look of curiosity appeared on the high priest's pretty face: "The wife of the Blood-clothed Sword God is a step above the sky. I already know about this. Is there anything else?"

"High Priest, I think this blood-clothed sword god...is a little strange." The envoy hesitated.

 “What’s so strange?” The high priest’s voice was calm.

 She has seen a lot of strange things in the world.

“As soon as I saw him, I felt quite friendly.

Moreover, my subordinates discovered that I am not the only one like this. Everyone in Wangyue Continent feels extremely friendly and trusts him when they see him. " said the divine envoy.

 What is happening in front of me is indeed weird.

The woman in white looked at the messenger with deep eyes: "There are no traces of magic."

 The high priest looked thoughtful: "Is there any more?"

"One more thing, the swordsmanship he performed...has traces of your swordsmanship, the high priest."

 “What…” The high priest’s starry eyes twitched, reflecting the snow of a winter.

 …

 Looking at the ancient Qi Chun trees in the sky, Qi Yuan raised his arms.

 The traces of the waning moon have never appeared.

 “Isn’t it Yuenv?” Qi Yuan was a little disappointed.

If the high priest is a moon girl, then it stands to reason that traces of the waning moon may appear in his hands.

 And Yue Nu... I'm afraid she had sensed him and came to see him.

 So, it is very possible that the high priest was just a coincidence.

 “Really, why does it snow?”

 He stood in the vast snow, letting the heavy snow cover his shoulders.

As the Yue Dynasty got closer and closer, Qi Yuan stayed in the inn, feeling quite bored, so he walked out alone.

 His state of mind was quite different from before.

Perhaps tens of thousands of years have passed, and everything has disappeared in the long river of time.

 Even Nangan Kingdom is no longer here.

Tianyun Sect was a sect that existed nearly ten thousand years ago.

 Everything is lost in the dust of history.

 Suddenly, the snow on the trees kept sliding down and fell on Qi Yuan's shoulders and head.

He was about to look up when he saw a woman in her twenties walking towards him not far away.

She was wearing a fox fur coat, with an elegant expression. Her hood was lifted, revealing a face illuminated by the clear light of the new moon, surrounded by flowers and trees and piles of snow.

 The lips are very thin, the eyes are quiet, elegant and graceful.

 She approached Qi Yuan and slightly opened her red lips: "Is she... pretty?"

 She stretched out her jade finger and pointed at her face.

 Qi Yuan was slightly stunned.

  【This is a somewhat mysterious girl who has a deep connection with you. 】

"Good-looking, very good-looking." Qi Yuan looked at this face and didn't know what he was thinking.

 He wanted to find out her identity.

“Hehe, if she hears it, she will be very happy.”

"Who...is she?" Qi Yuan looked at this face, with many thoughts and a bold guess in his mind.

“She said, if you remember her face, you won’t be able to recognize her when you meet her in the future.”

“Is she Jinli?” Qi Yuan stared at this face blankly.

 He had been waiting under the ancient Qi Chun tree for a long time, but he had never seen Jinli.

 “She is still the moon girl.” The girl said softly.

 Time and space solidified again at this moment.

Qi Yuan recalled the stubborn girl in July Lake.



 He didn’t know she was Jinli.

She didn’t know that he was the Qi Yuan she would meet in the future.

 Actually, it’s not that I have never seen you before, nor that I have seen you before, but that I have always been there.

"Who are you?"

 The figure of the girl in front of her changed and she looked like she was seven or eight years old.

 Seeing the girl in front of him, Qi Yuan inexplicably remembered the moon girl back then.

 He saw traces of the moon **** her body.

“I am mother’s daughter, father’s daughter!” The girl looked at Qi Yuan with a smile on her face, “I am the most precious gift from father to mother.”

 At the beginning, Jin Li took her out of the statue of the Faceless Sword God.

All memories come to mind.

 She really saw him.

 (End of this chapter)