Starting From Huashan Sword Slave, Signing For Ten Years

The latest website: Apart from being thoroughly familiar with the Spiritual Rhyme Festival, he has not gained much from the magical purple lotus.

The aura of the power of heaven and earth is inexplicable, and it does not have the effect of increasing supernatural powers.

"The Wuzun Great Sage is also pursuing this ray of breath, or is it to enhance his own supernatural power?"

Ye Qing was a little puzzled.

But the soul domain is mysterious, even now, Ye Qing knows little about the realm of the soul domain, so naturally he can't speculate from it.

In addition, during his stay in Xuelongling, Ye Qing signed in more than ten times, exhausting the Dao Yun in the center of the Lingyun Great Sacrifice Formation.

The rewards are quite fruitful, such as the Blood Soul Pill and the Yuanqi Pill, one kind of tempering the body, and the other kind contains the innate qi, which has a great effect on the Hunyuan Golden Body.

As well as a more advanced formation book "Sage of Formation", the knowledge is more sophisticated and advanced.

The formations recorded above are also the heavenly rank formations, including the Taiyuan Spirit Gathering Formation, and the seven holy rank formations.

Although there is still no relevant record of the Spiritual Rhyme Festival, as long as he masters all the knowledge in this formation book, he is probably qualified to understand the various arrangements and mysteries of the Spiritual Rhyme Festival.

In the third month of Xuelongling, a white light enveloped Ye Qing.

He disappeared suddenly, as if he had never been in Xuelong Ridge, leaving only a faint aura of formation.

He returned to the Dahan Palace with the help of the teleportation formation of the Lingyun Grand Sacrifice.

When the white light dissipated, Ye Qing smiled with surprise, and scanned his surroundings. Those alarmed guards in gold armor rushed over quickly as if they were approaching a formidable enemy.

Li Yong, who was shot by Takong, showed shock on his face, and immediately shouted back the imperial guards.

Ye Qing ignored them, immersed in the mystery of the formation.

In just a moment, he crossed a million miles and returned to the big man.

This is an ability that he has never thought of, and it is absolutely impossible for him to achieve it by himself in a short period of time.

"The legendary magical powers of teleportation such as 'so close to the end of the world' and 'shrinking the ground into an inch' are far inferior to the spatial teleportation of the Lingyun Festival." Ye Qing was amazed again and again.

And the speed of Soul Domain,

It is absolutely impossible to do it!

"As expected of the most holy formation that the Great Sage Wuzun took thousands of years to arrange, it is really extraordinary."

...

When Ye Qing left Xuelongling, Feixue Town at the foot of the mountain.

At this time, it was bustling and lively, and countless townspeople and warriors gathered around a huge object covered in red cloth in the center of the town.

With the Snow Mountain faction as the leader, the leader Chen Yuqiu is standing on a high platform, and there are countless townspeople and warriors below him. His expression is solemn and his voice is loud.

"On the day of the avalanche, the Huolong Immortal rescued us from danger. If the Immortal hadn't been able to turn the tide with his magical powers, all the people present, wives, children, young and old, would all have died in the avalanche.

"Snow Mountain School is also not immune.

"The grace of saving lives is greater than the sky, not to mention saving nearly 300,000 people in our town! Immortals are detached from the world and have no contact with the world.

"Our gratitude, small and impotent, must be expressed.

"Therefore, the Xueshan School funded and presided over the construction of the bronze statue of the Immortal, and it stands in the square of Feixue Town. For generations, we must remember the Immortal Huolong, offering incense day and night, and piously thanking him.

"From now on, every first and fifteenth day of the lunar new year, no matter warriors or civilians, rich businessmen or officials, as long as they are in Feixue Town, they must come to burn incense and worship in front of this fairy bronze statue!"

Chen Yuqiu's voice was high-pitched, beyond doubt.

"Anyone who dares to violate this rule is an enemy of our Snow Mountain Sect and will be shot to death!"

His eyes were murderous.

Thousands of Snow Mountain Sect disciples echoed in unison, "Kill me!"

The momentum soared into the sky, and the wind and clouds shook.

Countless civilians in Feixue Town have completely treated Ye Qing as a fairy. Even if Chen Yuqiu tried his best to explain it, no one would believe him.

After all, from their perspective, that would never be a mighty power that humans can master.

And some warriors, even if they have guesses and criticisms in their hearts, they are afraid of the authority of the Xueshan School, so they dare not refute them.

Inside the Xueshan faction, led by Chen Yuqiu, will abide by this rule even more.

Chen Yuqiu herself had already concluded that that black-robed figure might be an innate terrifying existence.

But he will not overturn the judgment of ordinary people.

It didn't do any good at all. Instead, the Xueshan faction took the lead in casting bronze statues and burning incense day and night. If that expert happened to pass by and heard about it, he would naturally have a good impression of the Xueshan faction.

Secondly, he really wanted to thank the mysterious expert for his rescue, protecting the foundation and residence of the Snow Mountain School for nearly a hundred years, and it was also appropriate to build a bronze statue to thank him.

So, why not do it?

He solemnly pulled the red cloth, and pulled it hard, revealing a dark gold bronze statue, twenty feet high, with a black robe covering most of his figure, a hood covering his face, and a red flame dragon coiled under his feet.

...

Somewhere far away, in the vast and glorious hall, on the top is a bright and gorgeous throne, exuding a majestic atmosphere.

More than ten people stood below.

There are men and women, old and young, but their appearances have their own characteristics. There are beautiful women like flowers, and there are cute children with big heads and small bodies with red gourds on their backs...

They are all like ice-cold statues, without saying a word, but the aura they exude is complicated and powerful, but none of them is shocking.

A handsome young man with a fan strolled into the main hall leisurely, with a faint voice.

Jiang Ruochen, the only son of Wuzun Great Sage, the overlord of the Great Mysterious Domain.

"Meet the young master!" The seventeen people knelt on one knee and lowered their heads at the same time, as if carefully trained.

"Qin Shi's soul orb is broken."

"Qin Shi?"

"A bit familiar..."

These people then got up and looked at each other.

Jiang Ruochen walked to the throne step by step, facing everyone.

"It is said that he is the servant of the emperor, the half-array spirit of the Southern Territory Spiritual Rhyme Festival. With the help of a little power of the Spiritual Rhyme Festival, he can exert a strength no less than that of the supernatural powers."

"Southern Territory..."

Everyone nodded in understanding, knowing this backwardness.

Among them, the faces of five or six people changed slightly, as if they didn't expect to hear the name Nanyu at this moment.

"The Southern Territory is bound by the aura festival. It is impossible for anyone to step into the supernatural powers, and naturally it is impossible for anyone to threaten him!"

An old man on the left with flame patterns painted on his clothes was the first to respond.

"Indeed, there are shortages in the Southern Territory, and there are not a few decent martial arts with supernatural powers. It is impossible to break through supernatural powers in the Southern Territory!"

Four people in succession echoed.

The few people who responded had intertwined eyes, and seemed to be very familiar with the Southern Territory.

"Indeed, the five of you are the most familiar with the Southern Territory, better than me."

Jiang Ruochen shook the paper fan lightly, as if thinking of something interesting, he glanced at those people with a smile.

"Don't dare..." The five knelt down in fear, quickly lowered their heads, and interrupted Jiang Ruochen's words without authorization, which may have caused the other party's displeasure.

"It just happened. Could it be that Qin Shi was lonely and crazy and committed suicide? His father traveled to the Eastern Emperor's Domain. It's a trivial matter, so there's no need to alarm him.

"Calculating carefully, it has been almost a thousand years now, and a lot of Qi of the Dao of Heaven should have been generated, just in time to get it back.

"Just follow me to the South Region.

"However... Speaking of your juniors in the Southern Region, it seems that you are not very up-to-date. No one will follow you and run out of the pigpen without permission?"

Jiang Ruochen made a decision and closed the paper fan.

He glanced sideways, smiling slightly mockingly.

The lower the heads of the five people were buried.

No one at the scene suspected that there would be a problem with the Lingyun Grand Festival.

Who in the world can break the holy formation arranged by the strong in the soul domain? Not even the strong ones in the soul domain!

And Qin Shi's life and death will not affect the Spiritual Rhyme Festival, so they are naturally not in a hurry.