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Dawn breaks in the morning, the autumn breeze is fading, and the animation is bleak, and he enters thousands of households.

The backyard of the Sun's Mansion is quiet and elegant. The old trees with yellowed branches make a ‘crushing’ sound under the autumn wind, and the small fish in the fish pond spit out bubbles.

A fair-skinned little guy who likes to be like a porcelain doll walks around in the courtyard, shaking his fists and kicking his feet from time to time, sometimes showing joy, and sometimes frowning.

Not far away, the burly giant who squatted as high as the tree looked curiously at this delicate little fellow like a porcelain doll.

He is curious.

Because, that fist-sized golden winged roc, was swaying around this little guy incessantly at this time.

It was the first time that he saw this little bit being so close to an outsider except Master Che, himself.

"call!"

The activity continued and soon, the little guy stopped. Although he was a little panting, his eyes were bright:

"Is this the'Fairy Realm'?"

He muttered to himself.

The space between the heavens and the earth was filled with abundant inspirations that amazed him. Although they could not be shaken and absorbed, such inspirations and things that could be bred were too amazing.

Such a world is not an exaggeration to call it a fairy world.

"Sky Demon Pavilion..."

An Qisheng lay reclining on the rocking chair, his eyes half-opened and half-closed, as if looking at the sky in the distance, while thinking of the Sky Demon Pavilion in his heart.

If there is really a big demon peering into the sky among the stars, intending to attack all those who have been promoted to the sky, then he will have to think about it.

In today's world, the Great Emperor Ji Continent, I am afraid that no one is closer to that threshold than him.

To bear the brunt of the situation, he must encounter the starlight arrow coming from the sky.

"Ann... Teacher."

Sun En turned around like a porcelain doll and called out: "You said, this bird is Senior Yan?"

As soon as he stretched out his hand, the fist-sized golden winged roc fell on his hand.

"Count it half."

An Qisheng recovered and glanced at the little chicken.

The fanatic Yan is dead, and there is no such thing as reincarnation in this world. He once pursued the soul of the person who had just died, and found nothing about reincarnation at all.

Although it is possible for this little chicken cub to retain traces of this world, it is only possible.

If you want to come back from the dead, I'm afraid that it will fall on the will of this world.

"So it really is?"

Sun En was stunned, a little lost.

He looked a little weird, and he never thought that he could be like this. He also had some fluke in his heart, he was still human.

But I don't know that if it weren't for An Qisheng, the moment he was born, he would be strangled to death by his biological mother in this life.

Ascendants will not receive much preferential treatment in this world.

How does the world care about the life and death of a certain human being?

"This world is undergoing great changes, and the future will be confused. If you arrive at this time, it is good or bad, and it is not good."

An Qisheng straightened up and waved, the little chicken cub fluttered its wings and landed in his palm.

He has Bai Yujing and Mieqing City, two towns, and he has a cave in the sky, and he has a lot of resources. The blood of this Golden Winged Roc has grown rapidly.

Unfortunately, the Golden Wing Roc has a longer growth time.

"This is an inaccessible Tianmen that the martial arts people of the past generations have pursued. It is good fortune to be here. What is the future, but the future has to be said!"

Sun En heard the meaning of An Qisheng’s words, but did not care too much, just smiled:

"A person lives for the rest of my life, and the vegetation is in the fall. What I can do is not get what I want! I have already done what I want, and I don't care about that much!"

After more than two hundred years of training, Sun En's heart is open-minded, and he has no bitterness and hatred.

Repay the teacher's kindness, avenge the revenge, glorify the teacher's gate, inherit the dragon bird gate, open the heaven gate, and see Grandpa An, all his wishes are achieved.

Even if he died at this time, he thought he didn't care much.

Even so, why are you afraid of future hardships?

"You have this heart, but it is excellent."

An Qisheng applauded slightly.

After two hundred years of hard work, Sun En's state of mind has been achieved, but this is much more important than cultivation base and cultivation technique.

"Thank you teacher for preaching."

Sun En respectfully bowed down. In the past three months, An Qisheng has told him the eleven steps of the nine realms in this world from shallow to deep.

From the true form to the sky, only preaching but not the Fa, let Sun En get what he needs from it.

For Sun En, he has traveled all over the world for two hundred years, and the "Yellow Heaven Dafa" he created may not be comparable to any practice in this realm.

But that is the path that suits him best.

Already, enough.

"If you practice, you can't learn from me. You can take eleven steps in the nine realms. You might as well follow them step by step."

An Qisheng pointed out a few words with no emphasis.

Sun En's talent in this world is undoubtedly top-notch, and it can attract great peeping, planning, and his own luck and talent.

The half-demon of the mixed race of shemales has many strange shapes and is difficult to practice, but it may also give birth to true geniuses.

Mo said that Sun En has a memory of more than two hundred years in the floating world, and a tempered state of mind, even if he does not, it will not be inferior to any Tianjiao in Dongzhou.

Starting at such a high level, achievements are almost inevitable.

People of the same age are still living in the mud, and people are already thinking about the difference between heaven and earth, drawing on the strengths of all laws to open their own way.

This is not an advantage, what is it?

"Is the teacher leaving?"

Sun En nodded, but he saw An Qisheng's departure.

"Although the world is big, for you and me, as long as you want to gather at any time, your path is a bit rudimentary, and you don't need to follow me step by step."

An Qisheng tossed it casually, the little chicken cub flew back into Zhu Dahai's ear with flapping wings, but looked at Sun En with some dismay.

Sun En silently, if he can, he really wants to talk to Grandpa An and talk about his joys, anger, sorrow and joy over the years.

It's a pity that I am too young at this time, my hair is not growing, and drinking is a bit weird.

"So, the disciple bid farewell to the teacher."

Sun En bowed to each other.

When he got up again, the ripples in the void in front of him were blown away by the autumn wind, but An Qisheng's figure was gone.

Sun En stopped for a long time, staring at the location where An Qisheng had left, and did not return for a long time.

"Little, little grace..."

After a long time, Qingqiu, dressed as an ordinary woman, slightly raised the window, and a smile on his slightly pale face:

"Has your teacher gone?"

She listened to the window for a long time, or that, during the three months of dialogue and preaching between the two, she participated in the whole process.

It's a pity, but how can you understand and hear the true meaning of the conversation between the two?

However, seeing An Qisheng leave at this time, the big rock in her heart finally fell to the ground.

"Yep."

Sun En glanced at her, a little cold, three months was naturally enough for him to learn the predictions of this world.

It's just that he has Su Hui, but he really can't accept that he has an extra'mother'.

Not to mention, he had felt the undisguised malice of this'mother' towards himself.

Although the malice was only a flash and disappeared, how could he forget it for two hundred years in his life and death?

"Why don't you keep him for a few more days?" Qingqiu Qianqian was happy in her heart, but there was a touch of anger on her face.

"I have a way to call the teacher. If you need it, then ask him to come back and stay for two more days?"

Sun En asked indifferently with the mirror in his heart.

With An Qisheng's endorsement, he naturally does not need to disguise himself as an ordinary child.

In fact, Qingqiu Qianqian's heart at this time was very responsive.

"That's too much trouble, forget it, next time you must ask him to stay a few more days..."

Qingqiu looked at Sun En lightly, feeling very complicated.

Is this really a son born five or six years after pregnancy, rather than an old monster who has lived for hundreds of years?

Although the Qingqiu clan has very weak feelings for descendants, especially males, they still cannot adapt.

"Ok."

Sun En raised his hand to grab the high threshold, turned over, and entered the house.

"My thousand-year cultivation base..."

Qingqiu stared lightly at the aquamarine bracelet hanging on Sun En's hand, his eyes were a little red.

That Yuanyang Taoist was so cruel, he stole her thousand years of cultivation and turned it into a bracelet to give to his son.

And, unless the latter is willing, he can't get back this string of bracelets at all.

Unable to get back his thousand-year cultivation base.

Seeing his son who was slowly lying back on the bed, Qingqiu Qianqian thought:

‘I have to find a way to let him give me this bracelet...’

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"You value that child very much...but why don't you take him with him?"

Amidst the misty clouds, An Qisheng sat quietly in the car. In front, Zhu Dahai drove the car in the air. The speed was as fast as a bird, and the whispering sound of a three-hearted blue soul boy sounded by his ears.

"It is not a good thing for him to see the sky before climbing the dangerous peak. Those who learn from me live, those who like me die, and he can't learn my way."

An Qisheng overlooked the gradually invisible city under the misty clouds, converging his mind, and said lightly: "Lingbao structure drawing, have you sorted it out?"

"Uh...not yet."

The three-hearted blue spirit boy shrank his head: "Mr. Monster, I have studied all the written records, historical classics, myths and legends you collected.

The magical soldiers in this world, Lingbao are mostly swords, guns and clubs, pictures, tripods, and bells, although there is a saying that the more complex they are, the more powerful they are.

But it is not as complicated as yours. Are you sure you want to cultivate such a spiritual treasure? "

The three-hearted blue spirit boy hesitated.

Although Lingbao has a saying that the more complex the better, the UU reading www.uukanshu.com can be so complicated that it has never been seen in the legends of this world.

"I'm afraid it's not enough..."

An Qisheng's eyes flickered.

Whether it is a spiritual treasure or a divine weapon, they are all manifestations of one's own way. The more complex the Tao is, the more troublesome it is to condense the spiritual treasure.

Just like Pang Wanyang, it doesn't make spiritual treasures, one is unnecessary, and the other is complicated in Thailand.

He was already invincible at that time, and he didn't need Lingbao even for 30 million years, but he didn't know what the unknown he had to face at this time.

Naturally, it is necessary to forge Lingbao.

The great achievement of his Taiji Dao today, the general outline of all supernatural powers, is the nature of the "Taiji Shenting". If you are casting a spiritual treasure, you naturally need to refine a "shentian".

"There are too many heavenly materials and earthly treasures needed, too much..."

Three-hearted Lan Ling sighed under the child's heart, thinking about the list of spiritual materials that he had gathered, some scalp numb.

"Hundreds of thousands of years before Guanglong, and tens of thousands of years after Guanglong, there is no supreme refinement of treasures. In today's world, there is naturally no shortage of spiritual materials..."

An Qisheng dropped his eyes down, through the rolling clouds.

Saw a majestic and endless mountain range.

The mountain range undulates and stretches, thousands of dangerous peaks rise from the ground, and it is like a thousand stars worshiping the moon, guarding a sacred mountain that rises from the sky to the clouds.

On the holy mountain, there are tens of thousands of spirits lingering, and the endless wind whistling brings even more violent spirits and vitality.

It can be seen that there are many palaces on the holy mountain, and many people are walking in the sea of ​​clouds, practicing magical powers and secret methods.

In the faint, you can see the shadow of a huge golden bell undulating above the sea of ​​clouds, vomiting thousands of inspirations, and refining the vitality.

A strong and domineering aura filled the space between the heavens and the earth, and even thousands of miles away, one could feel a radiant and vast sacred aura.