Chapter 215

"Shit, it's bleeding."

When Yang Qiu was about to reach out and cover his nose, the scene in front of him suddenly changed completely.

I don't know why the original huge medicine garden suddenly seemed to expand a thousand times, but he couldn't see his head at a glance, and the blood he fell on the ground was directly absorbed into the white jade ground and disappeared without a trace.

In an instant, Yang Qiu had a strange feeling in her heart, as if the hall had completely fallen into his control.

Drop blood to recognize the Lord!

This is the only way for practitioners to control magic weapons in the cultivation world.

With a bang, a boundless world appeared in front of Yang Qiu.

Just before he was shocked, in front of him, a virtual shadow slowly condensed out of the white fog. The virtual shadow became more and more obvious, and finally became a real person.

Yang Qiu looked at the man and was silly.

This is a handsome man who doesn't know how to describe. He looks about 40 years old, but when he looks again, he looks like he is only in his twenties, but his deep and incomparable eyes make him like an old monster who has lived for 100000 years. In short, no one can know how old he is.

The most deadly thing is his dress, long hair, shawl and white robe. The most strange thing is that there is an upright eye between his eyebrows, which is tightly closed.

This man has a very lazy breath all over his body, just like the one who is extremely tired of doing something. He said coldly to Yang Qiu with some disgust and dissatisfaction:

"Why did you come?"

Yang Qiu immediately froze.

Is this man talking to himself?

He forced himself to hold back his excitement, respectfully saluted the man and said:

"Are you...!"

The man looked at him again and muttered:

"I didn't open my wisdom. It's worse from generation to generation, boy. This is the Yujing Jinque you're looking for."

Yang Qiu's old blood didn't come out. He was so scared that he shivered all over. He almost fell down on the ground.

Damn it, he said who did he say?

Erlang Zhenjun?

Yang?

"You... You are...!"

He knows the Yujing Jinque. Yujing refers to the Kunlun Mountain, and the Jinque is the yuxu palace.

No matter what yuxu palace or Fuxi temple he knows from master Lin, Yang Qiu has always been skeptical.

He felt that these are myths and legends handed down from the mythical age. Of course, there are, but how can they be in the world?

Most of the Kunlun sect, that is, a sect of practitioners derived from the name of yuxu palace, just didn't throw the Kunlun sect into the cultivation world when the fairy world opened up the cultivation world.

But unexpectedly, he actually found the yuxu palace and controlled it. Not only that, but also he met Erlang God?

What's the rhythm?

Is it true that you are a great man?

"What are you doing? My master Yang Jian, if you count it down, you are still my grey grandson. "

Yang Jian, the Erlang God, looked at Yang Qiu and said calmly:

"Although I don't admit it, I will have a grey grandson like you."

Yang Qiu began to tremble all over. Pointing to Yang Jian, he almost shouted angrily:

"You... What did you say? I'm your grey grandson? "

Yang Jian said solemnly and lazily:

"Although I don't admit it, there is still a trace of my blood on you! Unfortunately, it's very light! "

A loud scream pierced the eardrum came out of Yang Qiu's mouth. He jumped three feet, pointed at Yang Jian and screamed:

"I'm your grey grandson? Old man, are you kidding? I think as soon as you are old, don't pretend to be Erlang God here. Go where it's cool and stay. "

Yang Jian glanced at Yang Qiu and smiled on his face:

"It's worthy to be the seed of my master. It's still bloody. It's good. I dare to point at my ancestor and scold my mother. I really have the style of my master in those years. Boy, don't jump. I don't have much time. You remember a few words and practice hard until you have enough strength. Naturally, you will understand that the dog will be left to you. You can keep it for me. Well, I should go. "

With that, Yang Jian turned into a white fog and disappeared without a trace.

Yang Qiu felt that his head was about to explode. He shouted angrily:

"Come back, come back to me. What the fuck is this? What a few words, just fart! "

I don't know how long he hopped. He finally gasped and fell to the ground.

This trip is really full of surprises.

Yang Qiu, who was at a loss, suddenly had a sudden heart.

Although he doesn't know whether Yang Jian, who claims to be his ancestor, is true or false, he has heard too much about the legend of Yang Jian!

Erlang God, known as the God of war with the first combat power among the three worlds, what should he be called at this level?

God? Fairy?

Since Yang Jian may have been his own ancestor, is it true to elucidate the twelve golden immortals?

By the way, what does that dog mean?

Yang Qiu suddenly screamed again:

"Howling dog?"

Yang Qiu's face finally showed a frightened look, paralyzed on the ground and convulsed.

The surprise came too fast and too much. His little heart couldn't bear it.

Xiaotian dog, how strong the dog legs around Erlang God are is is beyond Yang Qiu's comprehension, but with a powerful thug, what are you afraid of in the future?

No matter what else, it's estimated that the three words "Xiaotian dog" will scare the whole cultivation world to pee their pants?

Yang Qiu looked at the sky blankly and suddenly burst into laughter.

This trip to Kunlun yielded a great harvest, which is beyond description. When I met Erlang God, I recognized half of my ancestors and got the whole yuxu palace. Apart from others, there must be a lot of treasures in the yuxu palace, right?

The most important thing is to get a gold medal fighter like Xiaotian dog... Oh no, gold medal god dog, who dares to provoke himself in the future?

Yang Qiu quickly turned over and jumped up from the ground. He looked around, but he didn't find where the legendary howling dog was.

Forget it. It's estimated that the guy is still sleeping in. I'd better check the harvest first and see what's good in the jade deficiency palace.

Maybe there are some fairy and artifact treasures. At that time, they will be really developed.

The next facts proved that Yang Qiu thought more.

An hour later, a startling roar sounded:

"Fuck, prohibition? Need corresponding strength to open the corresponding door? God! "

A voice louder than Yang Qiu's roar sounded:

"Where did the grandson disturb my sleep? If you don't find me a thousand big breast fairies as compensation, I will bite off your third leg!"