Chapter 200

The drop of blood essence contains the breath of thunder, starlight and Saint ape. It spreads in the space of the immortal spear, and turns into a golden, purple and white drizzle, which sprinkles on the pale yellow earth. Gradually, the pale yellow condenses from the four fields and reaches the center. Suddenly, a three color light ball breaks out, surrounded by gold, white and purple.

"This is my spear spirit." Song Tianxuan's eyes were shining, and a spirit imprinted on it. When he moved in his heart, the spear of killing immortals appeared on the platform, and the blood essence and aura flowed and nourished from above.

"Ha ha, you're a lucky boy. I've lived for a thousand years. This is the first time I've seen you." With a smile, the ancestor of the holy ape could not help thinking of himself. If he had the chance to turn evil into good, why did he end up like this? It was sealed by the Terran strongman in canglan land where birds don't shit.

Song Tianxuan sank his mind, but said with a bitter smile, "what I have suffered must be the greatest pain in the world. My elder generation has lived for thousands of years. Have you ever seen me like this, walking on thin ice every step, and hanging my life for a moment without paying attention?"

The ancestor of the holy ape thought about it, shook his head and said with a smile: "this is really not."

"That's it. Big chance always comes after big danger. If there's no danger, where's the chance? If my predecessors knew my past, they would not envy my chance. " Song Tianxuan swallowed two pills and said with a smile.

There is little time left for the elixir. It seems that it's going to be smelted. Song Tianxuan looks at the empty jade bottle and thinks to himself.

"What you said is not unreasonable. If those rich families have your mind, why do the three ethnic groups come to such a situation?" Saint ape said, but spit out a mouthful of blood.

When song Tianxuan saw this, he wrote down in his heart that if it wasn't for the shield set by the ancestor of the holy ape who consumed his soul, his spirit would disintegrate as soon as moye's authority arrived, and moye could eat back his body through that spirit, and the consequences would be unimaginable.

"Boom..."

A loud voice came into my ears, and all of a sudden there was smoke and dust all around.

This attic is a ban laid by Nie Sifeng himself. Who can break it in Qingcheng?

Song Tianxuan stepped on it and flashed into the air, but half of the attic had disappeared, leaving only three half open bedrooms. Yi Ziqi also took Nie Shengfan to the air.

"Father is back." Nie Shengfan suddenly opened his mouth.

Yi Ziqi's right hand waved, a burst of fragrant wind blowing, smoke dissipated, but saw a person half kneeling on the ground, raised his head, hair some scattered, but Nie Sifeng is not false.

What has happened these days when the strongest in a field are in such a mess?

"Two days have passed in the Zhuxian gun..." Song Tianxuan stood at the break of the attic and looked at Nie Sifeng who slowly got up. Suddenly, another figure appeared in his mind, which was also so great, but in the "Heaven prison".

"I don't know which elder is coming, but I'm sorry for the loss of Qingfu. I hope I can forgive you..." in the blink of an eye, the master of Qingcheng has already brought Qingfu up and down to the attic, praying.

Their way of nature is so powerful in the garret prohibition. Who can break through the garret prohibition with such domineering characters as the golden winged Marquis?

Nie Sifeng comes out. Song Tianxuan and Yi Ziqi stand behind him. Nie Shengfan is between them, holding their hands.

Seeing this, Qingcheng said in a hurry: "it's the elder who has come back..."

"Don't worry, that man has been thrown away by me, and I've used the secret method again, so it's impossible to get here." Nie Sifeng waved his hand and seemed to know what the master of Qingcheng was thinking.

After all, three days later, his daughter's engagement banquet with the North general can't be lost. If it's him, he won't let anyone make trouble at Nie Shengfan's wedding banquet.

After hearing this, the green city master turned around and said, "what are you doing? Don't you see that master Nie's attic is broken? Why don't you get ready? "

Green hill hurried into the thick fog with a dozen family members behind him.

"Master, that side is ready. Shall we go there?" The master of Qingcheng smiles and makes a gesture of invitation.

Nie Sifeng nodded and walked towards the thick fog. Song Tianxuan and his three men followed behind.

"Yes? Is your cultivation restored Song Tianxuan felt that the aura of Yi Ziqi's body was unusual, and asked in a hurry.

After all, the more you recover, the faster you get to the imperial city and return to canglan.

Tang Rong's deception, Yao Zong's separation, the tyranny of the Marquis's office, and Fang Yun's strength are all in his mind. He thinks that the previous life was too kind. In this life, he should be a bad person who will be punished... Yi Ziqi nodded and said: "in two days, I can't say that I can reach the peak. Thank you very much."

Song Tianxuan thought of Xuelian and interrupted: "come on, I don't dare to accept your love. It's better to wrangle, so that I don't have to kill and scrape if I say something wrong..."

"I am so hateful in your heart?" Yi Ziqi is not happy.

Song Tianxuan is cool in his heart. Knowing that he is saying something wrong, he quickly apologizes. After saying something good, Yi Ziqi's face softens slightly.

"My mother, I didn't do much good in my last life. How could I still meet such a difficult master?" Song Tianxuan couldn't help shaking his head and complaining, but it was only limited to his own complaints.

When the four entered another courtyard, Nie Sifeng waved his hand and put down a threat to block the courtyard.

As soon as he enters the inner hall, Nie Sifeng staggers and almost fails to fall. Song Tianxuan and Yi Ziqi rush forward to help him, but Nie Sifeng stops them and goes to the chair to sit down.

Reaching out from his arms, he took out a purple cloth bag with gold thread and a twist gold rope tied to his mouth.

Nie Sifeng opened, and the medicinal materials flew out of the table.

"Chifeng honey, Jiutian lianyuncao, Yushan qingziye, Sanban Yuhe lotus..." Yi Ziqi counted, but she was more and more shocked.

These things are rare in the world, some of them even disappeared in her impression, so she only has 60% confidence.

Song Tianxuan is also counting. His medicine is not bad. It's all complete, even more than enough.

"Master, these things, how are you..." Yi Ziqi asked.

Song Tianxuan knows that there are not many things that can surprise Yi Ziqi who came from Pro Wei family. Even when he met the threshold of artistic conception that night, he didn't see her so surprised.

Although he didn't know all the medicines, he could feel their importance only from their power.

Nie Sifeng's right hand stretched out, but stopped Yi Ziqi's question: "the medicine is ready, seven days, I won't break my promise, take these things to use, don't steal or rob, it's all from me."