Be a Salted Fish In the Harem Text

The consensus between the Demon Sect and the Tianji Sect is very simple, first expel the Tianyan Sect. Fortunately, those people dealt with the evil cultivators very consciously, and they seemed to have no intention of this precious tree, leaving only Duan Mie Feng's lineage. However, Yun Yu's change of mind shattered the "consensus" between the two sides, and turned into a confrontation between Xuanmo and Xuanmo. A trace of light fragrance permeated with the spread of Danyu, but Yunyu and Hanzhang in the battle didn't care.

Immortal Hanzhang insulted Yun Yu, a despicable villain, and at the same time sacrificed a magic weapon. The magic banner was entwined with strong blood energy, and a stench and unknown aura rolled in the air. Demons are different from evil cultivators. Their kung fu is cultivated from the turbid air in the world, and like monks, they do not touch the lives of ordinary people. However, there is one big difference between mysterious demons, and that is how to treat the enemy. Xuanmen cultivators kill their opponents, but demon cultivators will take their souls or bodies to sacrifice. The two sides have different Dao ideas, which makes the battle between the mysterious and demons never stop. Now the war is stopped and the alliance is just to deal with the more hateful evil cultivators, and they are actually still rivals.

What Hanzhang Daoist sacrificed was a "Seven Jue Soul Refining Banner". After sacrificing seven or forty-nine souls of Yuanying Daoist, he would be able to break through from the earth-level magic weapon to the heaven-level. He looked at Yun Yu and Wen Qingshou coldly, and laughed wildly: "Forget it, then use you to sacrifice my treasure flag!" He waved the Qijue Soul Refining Banner, and billowing turbid smoke appeared above it. The turbid air is strong, which can pollute the spiritual energy of Taoist monks. Yun Yu would not let the evil spirit on the Qijue Soul Refining Banner stick to his body, so he immediately stretched out his hand, and a piece of seven-star divine light suddenly appeared above his head, enveloping his whole body in it. He shouted "go", then transformed the seven-star divine light into a seven-star sword, and slashed at Immortal Hanzhang!

The method of warmth and sorrow is even simpler. There is a blazing fire of karma floating around her body. Whenever the evil spirit touches it, a strange howl will be issued immediately, which will turn into dust and dissipate. The Qijue Soul Refining Banner can be regarded as an evil thing, restrained by the pure and holy Buddha spirit, Wen Qingshou stretched out his hand a little, and saw the karma lotus blooming in the fire, directly ferrying the remnant soul on the banner into reincarnation.

"What kind of skill is your senior sister? It doesn't look like the Taoist biography of Tianyan Sect?" Ye Xingyao "looked" so frightened.

Mu Sheng frowned slightly, she shook her head, but she didn't know what it was. However, Wen Qingchou did not join the Tianyan Sect until after the golden core. Before the core was formed, there might be any chance to get the inheritance of that predecessor?

"It's a bit like a method of Buddhism." Ye Xingyao muttered, and said again, "But there is evil spirit, death spirit and strong spirit hidden in it, which is closer to the netherworld."

Mu Sheng didn't respond. She just raised her eyes and stared at the struggle above. Under the joint attack of Yun Yu and Wen Qingchou, the Qijue Soul Refining Banner was completely broken, and even Daoist Hanzhang himself ate a Big Dipper Xuanguang. Realizing that he was not the opponent of the two attacking together, black smoke was floating on Hanzhang's body, and he was about to take the opportunity to escape. Yun Yu sneered, although he said that life and death on Mingxin Island were irrelevant, but in the end he had to worry about the relationship with the Demon Sect, so he didn't chase after him. But warmth and sorrow are different. Her eyes are as cold as ice and snow, and a green light is as fast as lightning, passing through Hanzhang's injured body in a few breaths. Only a wail was heard, and Master Hanzhang fell from the cloud, and there was no more sound.

"You—" Yunyu looked at Wen Qingchou vigilantly, and frowned tightly. The monks in the Jindan stage don't care about it, but the fall of Daoist Yuanying is not easy to expose. "Is Tianyanzong going to fight against the Demon Sect?" Yun Yu glared at Wen Qingchou and said dissatisfiedly. He originally thought that after the deal between the Demon Sect and the Tianji Sect, he had a relationship with the Tianyan Sect, and planned to take both sides, but who is the result? He misunderstood earlier? After calming down, Yun Yu finally smelled the fragrance of Dan, and his expression changed drastically!

Wen Qingshou sneered and said with a sarcasm: "In Mingxin Island, life and death are irrelevant." After a pause, she said again, "Your Excellency and the Demon Sect join forces to deal with us, don't you also care about fighting against Tianyanzong?"

Yun Yu flicked his sleeves and smiled coldly. Glancing at Ye Xingyao at the bottom, he didn't plan to talk nonsense anymore, and said bluntly: "I want to bring back the young sect master."

"But she doesn't seem to want to go with you." She hooked her lips warmly and sadly, and the smile didn't reach her eyes.

"I don't know why the young sect master is like this. It turns out that you, Tianyan Sect, are instigating it!" Yun Yu raised his voice, with anger hidden in his tone. There was a scuffle on all sides, and no one succeeded, so he had to speed up and go to other places to support his fellow disciples. His thoughts turned like lightning, he found a reason, shouted immediately, and swiped the Big Dipper Xuanguang forward! Wen Qingchou had fought against Yun Yu before, so why didn't she take precautions? The spiritual power in her body circulated continuously and long, colliding with the fierce mysterious light, showing no weakness at all. "Your Excellency is known as an expert in Tianjimen fighting. Is it just such a trick?" Wen Qingshou said slowly, with a sneer in his eyes. As soon as she loosened her hand, the green bamboo stick turned into a ball of green light and spun around.

Yun Yu's face was sullen, but her heart was actually full of astonishment. His Beidou Xuanguang is extremely fierce, and the opponent's spiritual power can collide with it. How deep is the inspiration in his body? Could it be that he is a talented person with all thirty-six energy channels? If this is the case, when she grows up, she will be a threat to the disciples of Tianjimen! As soon as Yun Yu thought about it, he immediately became murderous. But at this moment, I suddenly felt a mountain-like weight on my body, as if my spine was about to be crushed by a huge force! He raised his eyes, and saw countless green lights shooting towards his eyes, stabbing his soul to tremble! Is it the green bamboo stick? Is it not an ordinary magic weapon? ! Just when Yun Yu was in a state of uncertainty, a Tiangang Token flew out from the sleeve of Warmth and Sorrow, and a faint French word of "Da Dao" appeared on it, which seemed to be the word "town"! As soon as this object was sacrificed, all the spiritual power in Yun Yu's body was restrained, and his whole body was pressed to the ground, kneeling on the ground, in a state of embarrassment!

Previously, this son didn't use his full strength when dealing with Hanzhang Daoist, and his spiritual power was consumed too much, so he couldn't break free from the suppression of this command talisman! Yun Yu was extremely annoyed in his heart, he immediately raised his head and cursed: "You bastard—" But before he finished speaking, two sword qi directly passed through the lower dantian, immobilizing his Nascent Soul!

"Be merciful!" Ye Xingyao said hurriedly with his eyelids trembling. On the face of it, Yun Yuming came for her, and she couldn't let Tianyanzong and Tianjimen form a death feud because of herself! She had heard that Duan Miefeng acted freely and without scruples, but she had never seen it until now.

Wen Qingchou didn't intend to take Yun Yu's life, otherwise Ye Xingyao's words would be useless. But she didn't treat Yun Yu any better, she took out the Immortal Binding Cable and directly hung the **** Yun Yu on the tree, greatly embarrassing the Tianjimen, which can be regarded as some warning. At least those who originally had her idea in mind didn't dare to come over when they saw that Daoist Nascent Soul of Tianjimen had ended up like this. "It shouldn't be a problem to sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight now, right?" Wen Qingshou glanced at Ye Xingyao and said with a smile. She had just gone through a fight, and the evil spirit on her body has not disappeared.

Ye Xingyao pursed his lips and didn't answer.

Mu Sheng looked at Qu Yichen and his party not far away, and whispered, "I don't know what happened to Senior Sister Qu."

Warm and sad, she smiled and said: "They can handle it." Looking down at the precious tree with blood patterns under her eyes, she said again, "This precious tree is still growing." When it first appeared, it was only three feet high, but now it looks Go, it's close to four feet. "Maybe when the cause and effect are completely settled when they grow up." As he said, he looked at Mu Sheng with warmth and worry.

Mu Sheng was taken aback for a moment, and then he came to his senses. The blood-patterned precious wood is also a kind of spiritual plant. If you provide some help during its growth, maybe it will deepen its fate with you? Asking about the damage of Bao Ling in the bamboo zither, she thought that Bao Ling had already dissipated, but now it suddenly sent a message, as the master, it always has to fulfill its wish. After thinking for a while, Mu Sheng sat cross-legged, his fingers hooked on the strings, and the sound of the piano immediately flowed from his fingertips, as clear as a spring. An invisible sound field extended forward from Mu Sheng's feet, covering the blood-patterned precious wood. A majestic wood spirit and vitality burst out, and with the help of this power, the blood-patterned precious wood kept pulling upwards, and green leaves grew on the bare branches.

Under the urging of the piano sound, the blood-patterned treasure tree went through a cycle in the blink of an eye from leaf growth, flowering to fruiting. After the fruit fell to the ground, this towering precious tree finally stopped growing, and the green leaves gradually began to wither and wither in the wind. After the withered and yellow leaves fell to the ground, the whole treasure tree actually began to shrink back, and its vitality gradually dissipated, but a little spirituality was condensed.

Ye Xingyao listened to the sound of the piano, and said in a daze, "This, is this the true meaning of reincarnation?"

Warm and sad glanced at her indifferently, but did not answer. In the true meaning of reincarnation, from life to death, the sound of the zither keeps one's spirituality intact, it is vitality. And in her reincarnation spell, there is a death spell, and she has a hunch that if she uses it on the blood-patterned precious wood at this time, it will definitely destroy its spirituality and make it die completely. Birth and death are complete reincarnation. It's just that this blood-patterned precious wood is used to refine Wenzhuqin, and it is more spiritually useful to keep this. As her mood fluctuated, her eyes on Mu Sheng became deeper and deeper.

The three-foot-high blood-striped treasure tree has shrunk to ten feet. It was originally rooted in the soil, but at this moment, a section above the soil fell off by itself and flew towards the direction where Mu Sheng was. When Baomu mutated, the fighting among the monks temporarily stopped, and they all looked at the changing Baomu. Seeing it automatically fly towards others at this moment, how can I bear it? All of a sudden, the magic tools and formulas greeted Baomu, and of course many of them came to Mu Sheng and Wen Qingchou!

"It's over!" Ye Xingyao's eyelids twitched, trembling with fear. This has not waited until the time when the competitors have lost both sides! If Baomu grows at his own pace, he may have to wait for a few days, and the outcome will be known by then. But now that Baomu was born by the sound of the piano—Ye Xingyao turned to the indifferent Wen Qingchou, who really couldn't see through her mind.

Warm and frowning slightly frowned, but this phenomenon had been expected. Her eyes dimmed slightly, and she let out a soft snort, and the green bamboo stick in her hand turned into a green light flowing treasure cover and hung above it, and those magic weapons that came secretly smashed into pieces! But this is not enough! Countless staggered cold lights on the cover flew out like ten thousand swords, killing the cultivator who made a sneak attack!

"Are you going to catch them all?" Ye Xingyao "stared" tenderly, and blurted out a word! She subconsciously deduced the fate of warmth and sorrow, but she didn't see anything until the white cloth covering her eyes was soaked in blood.

"I want to catch them all. Wouldn't it be better when they are all injured?" Warm and sad smile calmly. She knew that Mu Sheng got "The Last Voice" just to let her try it on Baomu. Wen Zhuqin is in harmony with Baomu, and has been infused with the vitality of Mu Sheng during its growth process. When the time comes, it will choose its own owner, and no one can take it away.

The quality of the precious wood is extremely hard, even if the magic weapon and formula are bombarded on the body, no cracks will appear. In the blink of an eye, it arrived in front of Mu Sheng. Mu Sheng's eyelids twitched, and he stretched out his hand to catch the heavy piece of precious wood, and his fingertips stroked the blood streak above. "The breath on this treasure tree is a bit familiar." Mu Sheng whispered.

Warm and sad, she replied: "Since it was born by you, it will naturally match your breath."

Mu Sheng shook her head and said, "No." After deliberating for a moment, she said, "There is blood on it." After thinking for a while, she took out a plant of grass from the storage bag! This is exactly the "Heaven and Earth Weeping Grass" obtained in Shanwu City, and it is rumored that it is stained with divine blood. When Mu Sheng got the Heaven and Earth Weeping Grass, he didn't find anything due to his lack of cultivation, and then threw it out of the sky. Now he took it out and felt it, and it was consistent with the blood energy on the blood-patterned treasure tree! Thinking of a certain possibility, Mu Sheng's heart couldn't help beating wildly!

"Put it away first. Now is not the time for research." Wen Qingchou stared at these two things for a long time before saying in a deep voice. She can guess some things, but the incomplete memory can't be retrieved, after all, she is a bystander.

Mu Sheng was shocked when he heard this, and walked out of that strange emotion. Yes, now is not the time! Some people let it go for the sake of Tian Yanzong, while some people are still eyeing, wanting to take away this blood-striped precious tree! The green bamboo stick turned into a treasure cover blocked the attacks of these monks. Countless sword lights pierced through it, and the smell of blood spread for a while, but there were still many monks who did not stop, turning into streamers and gliding towards this side.

With warm and sad eyes and cold eyes, she sacrificed the Longevity Fan. But with the infusion of her spiritual power, the fan gradually changed its appearance. The mountains, rivers and rivers on the fan disappeared, replaced by black and white. Wen Qingchou just slapped the flying monk lightly, and a powerful force, which seemed to be able to reverse the world, flew out of the fan! The monk who was originally flying in mid-air paused, and the originally clear inspiration on his body suddenly turned into a dirty evil spirit, colliding between the energy veins! They fell straight to the ground, blood spurting from their mouths.

The fan in his hand couldn't bear the powerful force at all, and it shattered into pieces. Looking at the remaining fan bone in her hand with a warm and sad expressionless face, anger and murderous intent rushed out like a tide! Mu Sheng felt the anger of Wen Qingchou, and suddenly stretched out his hand to hold her down, sighed and said: "The fan on the ground floor is not durable, I will give my senior sister a new one later."

Warm and sad, she looked down at Mu Sheng's hand, and it took a long time before she said "yes". She curled her lips towards Mu Sheng, there are still a few blind people out there that need to be dealt with. "Junior Sister is waiting for me here." As soon as the words fell, she flew out from under the canopy.

Ye Xingyao felt the impact of the evil spirit, and his face turned pale. She suddenly turned to Mu Sheng, and asked in surprise: "What is the origin of your senior sister? The Yin-Yang Wuji Jue just now is not the inheritance of the Tianyan Sect at all, even, even—"

"Even what?" Mu Sheng noticed Ye Xingyao's strange mood, and asked immediately.

As the young master of Tianji Sect, Ye Xingyao knows a lot of secrets. Her expression was very complicated, and it took a long time before she calmed down and said, "Fellow Taoist, do you know the Taishang Wuji Sect? The Yin-Yang Wuji Jue is the inheritance of this school?"

Mu Sheng looked bewildered. Today, she can no longer rely on the so-called "plot". This world has something to do with the plot, but the evolution inside is completely different. The secret of the so-called "crossing the book" is likely to be revealed in the distant future. Taking a deep breath, she calmed down the emotions that were floating like clouds, and she asked, "What is the Supreme Promise Sect?"

Ye Xingyao said: "It's a Taoist lineage of Xuanmen, but it has been destroyed now." Seeing that Mu Sheng was still in a daze, she explained, "In ancient times, there were gods but no immortals. Pass the Dharma to all mortals. It was at that time that the patriarchs of our sects comprehended the immortal law and opened up the Taoism. The source of the countless sects and Taoisms in Kyushu lies in the gods! Among the thousands of Taoist branches, there is a demon king in Zhuyou Jun sat down and listened to the Dao Yin, comprehended the Yin-Yang Wuji Jue, and opened the Taishang Wuji Dao. Although he is a demon body, he walked the Taoist way, so this school is still established as the Taoism!

"But because he was born in the monster race, his disciples are not limited to the human race. He is considered a different kind in the two ways of Xuanmo, and over time, he was excluded."

"Just because of this?" Mu Sheng asked puzzled.

"Of course not!" Ye Xingyao shook his head, frowned and said, "You just saw the Yin-Yang Wuji Jue used by your senior sister. This magical power reverses Yin-Yang and turns clear into turbid, which can make the clear and turbid Qi in the monk's body easier! You I also know that the Xuanmen cultivates clear qi, and the demon sect cultivates turbid qi. When the turbidity becomes easier, the dharma body and spiritual power will clash and cause the Dao foundation to collapse! The existence of this mysterious demon can hardly be tolerated!"

When Ye Xingyao said this, his words stopped abruptly. But Mu Sheng understood that the downfall of the Taishang Wuji Sect was inseparable from the Xuan Mo and the Second Dao. Just because the other party possessed extremely powerful supernatural powers, they were exterminated? It's incredible! Ye Xingyao didn't judge the past, she glanced at the red shadow darting in mid-air, and said: "Your senior sister is carrying the inheritance of the Supreme Promise Sect, which can't be seen by ordinary casual cultivators, but there is still something there." If the monk can recognize it, it may not be good in the future." Looking at the relationship between Wen Qingchou and his fellow disciples, Ye Xingyao is more inclined that Tianyanzong doesn't know about it.

Just when Wen Qingchou was dealing with the group of monks who wanted to seize the treasure, Tian Yanzong also took down the evil cultivators and completely wiped out their souls. Qu Yichen frowned slightly, looking at the warm and sad figure, wondering what he was thinking.

Pubai's eyes were full of surprise, she turned to Qu Yichen and said, "The things fell into the hands of Junior Sister Mu and the others, are you going to help Senior Sister Wen?"

Qu Yichen was silent for a while, then nodded. The members of the Tianyan Sect freed their hands, and the treasure-hunting cultivator, who was still hiding a bit of luck, completely calmed down, unwilling to entangle with them any longer, but turned around and ran away. Wen Qingchou didn't chase after her. She had a few more storage bags in her hand, and there were quite a lot of Mingxin flowers in them. Just when Wen Qingchou was about to turn around and leave, Qu Yichen's voice came over.

"Junior Sister Wen."

Turning her head with warmth and sorrow, her eyes are as quiet as an ancient well without waves.

Qu Yichen said slowly: "When it's time to turn back to the mountain gate, please invite junior sister to come and sit in my Tianyan Palace."

Warm and sad hooked his lips, and there was a meaningful smile between his eyebrows and eyes. How could she not know Qu Yichen's intention? But if she dared to use Yin Yang Wuji Jue in front of everyone, she would not be afraid of the follow-up. The one from Yao Ye Peak went to look for the peak master of Duan Mie Peak, and he would definitely find it soon. And once the peak lord of Duan Mie Peak shows up, her disguise will be useless. But the matter is not over, and a new and dreaded identity is needed to walk outside.

"Mingxinhua is enough. You don't have to start looking for it. You can find a quiet place to sacrifice the magic weapon." Wen Qingchou returned to Mu Sheng's side and threw the storage bag into her hand. Although she said she would meet a disciple of the Tianyan Sect, she had no intention of going with him at all, and she didn't even bother to say hello. Her attitude was even more unrestrained than before, Mu Sheng frowned, and that weird feeling surfaced again. But then his mind was taken away by the blood-patterned precious wood and the weeping grass of heaven and earth, and he had no time to think about the change of his attitude.

In the cave, Mu Sheng and Wen Qingshou sat opposite each other, while Ye Xingyao meditated on a stone pier not far away.

As for the herb collectors, they have already dispersed. Mingxinhua is enough to make them rank in the sky list, but no one can think too much of this thing. It is impossible for the herb pickers to be released before the end of their experience. They are also idle when they are idle, so it is better to continue to collect Mingxin flowers.

"Senior sister, how do we sacrifice this thing?" Mu Sheng held the blood-patterned precious wood in his hand, and frowned at Wen Qingchou.

Wen Qingchou did not answer Mu Sheng's words, but asked instead: "Did you perceive the blood in it before?"

Mu Sheng nodded, and asked again: "Do you want to draw out the blood?"

He lowered his eyes in warmth and sorrow, and after thinking for a moment, he replied, "Take it out." Mu Sheng nodded. Fortunately, there was a similar formula in the Pharmacopoeia, and he immediately flipped his fingers to make blood marks, and he muttered words. As the spiritual light on her body turned, wisps of blood qi and blood patterns seeped out of the precious wood, and slowly condensed into a drop of red blood in front of Mu Sheng. However, this "redness" is slowly changing, and by the time the Blood Inducing Seal is cast, it has turned into an extremely pure drop of golden blood.

Mu Sheng stared blankly at the drop of blood full of spirituality, not knowing how to deal with it, so Wen Qingchou stretched out his hand, pushed the blood into her Niwan palace! As soon as this drop of golden blood entered the body, the blood all over his body became restless, as if being drawn by a mysterious force within it. Countless aura fragments hit Mu Sheng's consciousness, like a volcano erupting. And the blood-patterned precious wood placed in front of her also spontaneously mutated, and the remaining spirituality blended with the Wenzhuqin.

She looks at Mu Sheng silently with warmth and sorrow. That drop of golden blood was transformed by divinity, and there is only one person who can leave the imprint of divinity in Kyushu.

"There is a deep relationship between you and me. Can it make up my incomplete memory?" Wen Qingchou murmured in her heart and sighed softly.