Chapter 815： Sixth World: Against the sky and worship Qing Cang

She glanced indifferently at the god, her lips closed and her voice cold: "Go away."

It ’s just a word, that the **** is unstable in the body, and the body is rolled out, like a leaf in the wind.

She crushed the demon pill in her hand and turned it into two halves, half of which were inserted into Song Ning's undissipated soul, and the other half ...

With all her strength, she shattered the lotus lamp, took out the wick that hadn't been warmed in it, and inserted the remaining half of the demon pill into it.

"Ten thousand years, it hasn't passed yet ... This demon pill can protect you from reincarnation, and you will have a marriage contract in your life, and you can save a trace of obsession in your body."

After that, the two souls escaped into the reincarnation, and her body began to dissipate.

Fifth Xiuwei, first went to the second demon pill, and she dismissed all the cultivation behavior again. She was guilty. She had stood beside Song Ning all the way, waiting for him to form a relationship with Leng Yuexiao, but in the end ...

"Marriage of the Ninth Century ... It's past the Fifth Century. Do they really want the ninth and nineth generations of sadism?"

She is small.

In this life, she also escaped into reincarnation, but everything has already been said to Judge Cui, she is golden, and she has entered the demon road, practiced again, and achieved demon fairy, often accompanied by Song Ning.

Companionship is the most sincere confession in this world.

The sixth memory-go against the sky.

Since ancient times, there have been monks practicing, mortals cultivating for longevity, and various major sects are standing, so many people have begun to seek suitable young people for cultivation in order to carry forward the sects.

Some mortals have spiritual roots when they are born. Such people can have extremely strong talents in cultivation. If they do n’t die early, they will be able to go further and further on the way to cultivation. However, some people do not have spiritual roots, or they have very poor spiritual roots. Such people want to practice, but they are extremely difficult. Even in their lifetime, they may not even be able to introduce spirits into the body.

Under the Qingcang Mountain, there is a small village, this small village is not big, but there are a pair of boys and girls who have been married since birth.

The male baby is slightly longer and the female baby is slightly smaller, but the two's birthdays are less than three hours away.

On this day, outside the small village, the male baby happily ran in front, holding an oil lamp in his hand, while the female baby chased desperately in the back.

She chased her mouth and shouted, "Brother Song Ning, wait for me, wait for me."

Then Song Ning was the male baby. The male baby was protecting the oil lamp in his hand and stopped, panting, looking at the baby girl who was hurriedly coming behind him. The baby girl blushed and gasped with breath. Put your hands on your knees: "Brother Song Ning, show me this light."

Song Ning frowned: "No, this light can't show you, what if you blow it out?"

"If you don't blow, just show me." The girl begged.

Song Ning hesitated and gave the oil lamp to her girl: "Xiao Xiao, be careful, don't destroy this oil lamp."

"Brother Song Ning, why can't this oil lamp be extinguished?" The girl's name was Leng Yuexiao. She held the oil lamp in her hands. It was extremely precious. It was as if the oil lamp was a paper paste. She was afraid of breaking it.

Song Ning squinted his head: "Even if I dream, I have to protect the oil lamp properly. I dream that the wick can't be extinguished. I dream to take the oil lamp to fly."

Leng Yuexiao laughed out loudly, but she quickly put the oil lamp a little further away, as if afraid of laughing out of breath to blow out the oil lamp.

Song Ning snorted and snatched the oil lamp: "You even laughed at me. If so, I won't marry you when I grow up."

Leng Yuexiao was frightened when she heard that, her small face was pale, and when she shook her head, the pair of ponytail whips seemed like drumsticks on the rattle.

"No, no, Brother Song Ning, Xiaoxiao knows wrong."

As soon as Leng Yuexiao was coquettish, Song Ning couldn't take her: "Forget it, let's go back, it's getting dark."

"Huh." Leng Yuexiao nodded and followed Song Ning, gently pulling Song Ning's sleeve.

But just when the two turned around to go, they suddenly heard the voice of a middle-aged man: "Interesting, both of them have such a spiritual root, just at the foot of my Qingcang Mountain, they were not found."

Song Ning turned around and looked around.

This middle-aged man was wearing a blue robe. This is the robe of Qingcang Mountain. Song Ning recognized that the middle-aged man had a whisk in his hand and looked like a Taoist.

Leng Yuexiao stared at this middle-aged man curiously, and she already had some conjectures in her mind, but she was extremely timid and did not dare to say anything in the face of strangers.

"Meet the director of Qingcang Mountain." Song Ning lowered his head slightly, because he was holding an oil lamp in his hand, so he did not salute. When Leng Yuexiao heard it, he hurriedly bowed his head: "See the director."

The middle-aged man stunned and couldn't help but laugh. After seeing him, ordinary people don't say they are children. Even adults, they are still begging at this time, but they didn't expect this child to be so indifferent. Devotion is more suitable than others to cultivate immortals.

"What's your name?" The head of the road asked.

"My name is Song Ning, her name is Leng Yuexiao, and my fiancee, dare to ask the chief, where is this going?" Song Ning, who is nearly six years old, is not afraid. In this way, it seems that he is talking to an acquaintance general.

When Dao Chang saw it, he was even more surprised in his heart: "I am Dao Qing Dao Dao, the first big disciple in Qingcang Mountain. I saw that you are very talented and have excellent spirit roots. Have you ever thought about cultivating immortals?"

Song Ning's eyes lit up, his body trembling slightly: "Cultivation fairy?"

Qing Chen Road nodded.

"Can you fly?" Song Ning asked immediately.

Chen Qingchen said, "What, what?"

"If you are a fairy, can you fly?" Song Ning continued.

Qing Chen Dao Ren Renjun couldn't help but say: "If you become an immortal, you will be able to get omnipotent in the sky, and you can even get eternal life and jump out of the three realms, not in the five forms."

Dao Qingdao said that he was falling into the sky, even he didn't hit that kind of state, but now he said it, I don't know whether he thinks that Song Ning's talent is higher than him, or because he is too eager to use these two. The children are paid off.

However, Song Ning didn't care about them at all, and he waved his hand: "I don't care about these, I can fly, but how can I cultivate immortals?"

"Just follow me back to the school." Qing Chen said.

Song Ning turned to look at Leng Yuexiao and asked, "Can Xiao Xiao also go?"

If ordinary children are already excited and unable to control themselves at this time, they have long forgotten the people next to them, but Song Ning even thought about the girl beside him, his fiancee. After a few praises, this son has feelings and righteousness. Although there are many restraints, it is also a material that can be made.

"Both of you can go and visit my door at the same time, and you can get along day and night, the higher the cultivation level, the longer the survival time, and you can stay together." Qing Chen said the promise.

[The author's digression]: 3/5