Ninth in The World

In just a short period of time, a tall and thin man came outside the city's main government, and said with a tone of respect, "Daxiang Yuncheng has seen the city master, and has seen the sheep deacon."

"Come in." Gai Jinxuan's excitement completely covered up, whispered.

"Yes." After the response, a tall man walked in.

Gaijin Xuan’s eyes fell on Zhen Zhen, but I was a little surprised. The breath of Zhen Zhen’s body indicates that the time for the other party to come to Xianjie is not short, and some of the real elements have been transformed into Xianyuan.

However, there is a faint **** scent in Zhen Zhen, and it is clear that it has been practiced at the twilight of the refinery of the monks at the twilight.

Gai Jinxuan simply asked how Zhen Zhen cultivated, and asked in a whisper. "You said that you saw the disciple of Tianjingmen?"

Zhen Zhen quickly replied, "Go back to the city, I am sure that it is a disciple of Tianjingmen. She has a pure and non-staining atmosphere. And the practice that I started to use should be the Tianjing Daodian. At that time, she The self-reported name is called Mo Yu."

Qu Zhen’s heart is actually a little regrettable. If he uses a little strategy, he can take down the rain. It is a pity that he was so excited to see the ink rain. It is a disciple of Tianjingmen, a spiritless body. As long as he got the ink rain, he could easily enter the real fairy. It is Jinxian, and there is also a hope.

Because he was too excited, thinking that he had converted some of the fairy yuan, he could easily take the ink rain that came to the fairy world. When he really started, he knew how powerful the disciples of Tianjingmen were. At the same time, I also know how strong the Tianjing Road Code is.

Even if his sneak attack made the ink rain hit the front, he still could not beat the ink rain. If the other party does not like killing, he may have died in the hands of Mo Yu.

"When did you meet her, now where is she?" Gai Jinxuan calmly, but with an impulsive impulse inside.

Zhen Zhen replied, "I saw her two years ago. She concealed me about the Tianjingmen site. I think she will definitely go to the site of Tianjingmen."

"Oh, since you know where she will go, why didn't you go looking for her?" Gai Jinxuan could not wait to go to the Tianjingmen site immediately.

Zhen Zhenxin said, if I can beat her, will I come here? These words, he did not dare to say, "Go back to the city, the fairy, the younger generation heard that Daxian Yuncheng can also settle down with the news of Tianjingmen disciples, and quickly come here to report this news to the city owner."

Gaijinxuan nodded. "Let's go down, pre-repair, you take the rumble to find a place to live."

"Yes." The sheep repaired quickly and screamed, and Zhen Zhen retired and left the rudimentary city.

Before the sheep repaired and Zhen Zhenyi left, Gaijin Xuan shot a hot light in his eyes. He left directly from the back door and then quietly went out of Daxian Yuncheng.

The ruins of Tianjingmen are not a secret to some monks who have come to the fairyland for a long time. Gai Jinxuan does not know how many times he inquired about Tianjingmen. He knows exactly where the Tianjingmen site is. Now he Must be the first time to rush.

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After entering the domain, Di Jiu’s thoughts did not advance again, and the scope of stretching was three or four times wider than before.

After the separation between Emperor Sui and Beichu, for several years, Di Jiu walked and did not know how far it was. In some special places, he used the jade to mark.

Over the years, he has seen not the ruins, the yellow sand wilderness, or the dry sea swamp. As for the place where he can live in cultivation, he did not see one.

It’s really apt to describe this scene with the dusk of the fairy world.

However, Di Jiu never wanted to give up in the past. Over the years, he was looking for a place to build a home, while studying the road.

The fairyland fairy spirits are scattered, and there is no air transport gathering, so they cannot cultivate at all. These influences on Di Jiu are not very large. Di Jiu has a real world. He has one hundred best spirits in the real world, and there is a king medicine vein.

Although he can't cultivate, these threads can provide him with a constant stream of aura. In addition, he has a golden road that he can use at any time. Over the years, his cultivation has not improved much, but the foundation has become more stable.

In particular, the road progressed very quickly, the celestial air transport collapsed, and the rules of the fairy world remained. Di Jiu’s circuit was inherited from Qian Fenghua, and Qian Fenghua was originally a strong connoisseur. The circuit he taught was not abrupt in the fairy world.

In the past few years, Di Jiu has entered the first-class Xianzhen division, and the first-class fairy tales he arranged are only the lowest level.

The lowest level of Confucius is only a first-class fairy tales. According to the reason, Di Jiu has been able to arrange a level of Confucius. After Di Jiu entered the first-class squad, he was even more aware that the first-class squad was useless.

In the view of Di Jiu, the real gathering of the fairy tales is more than nine levels of the big fairy squad, this kind of sacred fairy squad can only condense the true fairy avenues. The low-level Juyun Xianzhen is just like what Bei Chutai said. At best, it is only for the monks to absorb some of the fairy spirits and cultivate them.

This arrangement of the Yun Yun Xian array is not so much a place for the monks to provide cultivation, but rather to let these uncultivable monks hold a group to warm up. At least don't worry that when a person wanders in the fairy world, he will be squandered and refining for no reason. Nor will it be because a person is wandering for too long, and he is exposed to blood and desolateness.

Di Jiu can only be arranged as a first-class fairy squad. It is not that his squad is not as good as others, nor that his sect is not as good as others. On the contrary, his arrangement of fairy tales far exceeds the same order. Just because he doesn't have Xianjing now, the fairy spirit of the fairy world can't be used. The fairy tales he arranged are all using Lingshi to provide the source of the spirit.

It is very powerful to use the Lingshi to provide the source of the fairy tales and to arrange the first-class fairy tales.

After several years of groping, Di Jiu knows that he wants to step into a higher level, and he must have Xianjing. Otherwise, it is difficult for him to become a higher level.

This day, Di Jiu is still the same as usual, and Shen Shen stretches to the maximum, and then looks for the direction of travel.

A fast figure wiped the edge from the edge of Di Jiu Shen, although it was only touched by Di Shen's gods, Di Jiu also confirmed that this monk is a true immortal, he felt the fluctuation of Xianyuan.

The fairyland where he is located, although there is a loose fairy spirit, can not absorb cultivation. Can not absorb the spirit of the spirit, naturally can not convert the fairy spirit into Xianyuan.

Now that there is a real fairy passing by, Di Jiu naturally has not hesitated to smash the past. At least ask clearly, how the other party converted the real yuan into Xianyuan.

Even if it is a true fairy, it is impossible to get rid of under the sacredness of Di Jiu.

Just a dozen breath hours, the figure of the real fairy is clear in the mind of Di Jiu. Although the other party is a true fairy, the intensity of the gods is obviously not as good as that of Di Jiu. He did not feel the arrival of Di Jiu, and he was still eager to move forward.

Di Jiu was shocked and looked at the ruins of a basin that had been bombarded in the distance. He actually saw an acquaintance, ink rain.

At this moment, the ink rains are no longer the original agility. Her eyes seemed to be somewhat sullen and sluggish, and her body was stained brown by blood. A huge wound on the chest slanted down and the broken clothes hung on the body.

The wound seems to have some blood flowing out, bare feet, like a wandering wanderer.

The dust of the Buddha inserted in her waist has long been gone, and Di Jiu’s heart is a bit stunned.

Ink rain is the kind of woman who will let him not look at the first sight. On the beauty, only Qin Yin can compare with Mo Yu. But the kind of temperament and the natural temperament of the ink and rain on the body of the rain, it is a lot worse than the Qin dynasty.

What makes Di Jiu admire is that the Zongmen where Mo Yuyu is located, Tian Jingzong. This is a great and selfless sect. For this sect, Di Jiu only admires and respects.

No matter what the ink rain meets, Di Jiu will not care about the rain.

Before he even waited for Di Jiu, he found that the place where the real fairy flew was the location where the ink rain was. Di Jiu was furious in his heart, and his body flashed, and he was stunned by the gods, and he immediately fell in front of the ink rain.

Almost at the moment when Di Jiu fell in front of the ink rain, the real immortal handprint caught the ink rain.

Di Jiu did not hesitate to punch out.

"Boom!" Di Jiu's fist and the other's handprints banged together, the real yuan and the fairy hit, the violent power exploded. In the real fairy between Di Jiu, a deep gully was formed.

This real fairy fell to the ground and looked at Di Jiu with horror. The vein of Di Jiu is like being burned by the flame. There is an impulsive impulse to fight. He wants to fight this real fairy.

The violent celestial element was blocked by Di Jiu, and the rest of the situation rolled up the clothes of the ink rain, even if the ink rain 媗 looks like a wanderer, there is still a feeling of fluttering and flying away.

After seeing this scene, Di Jiu Shen thought that his heart sank, and Mo Yuyi was almost like him at the seaside of Emperor Sui, but he did not know how long Mo Yuji stood here.

At the beginning, he stood on the beach of Emperor Sui, and was influenced by the sad scene of the fairyland. He realized his own domain. The ink rain is completely different, and the ink rain is obviously a shock to the mind. It is not long before the fire is gone.