The Green Gourd Sword Fairy

Jin Yu entered the body, and Liang Yan immediately burst out with a bright glow. The cyan energy that had been scattered all over the body was gathered back one after another, like a hundred rivers returning to the sea, gathered in the two-color vortex on the dantian again.

　　 As these violent energy stabilized again, the abnormal blush of Liang Yan's whole body gradually disappeared, and even his breathing gradually stabilized, as if he had survived the most difficult catastrophe.

"what?!"

　　 The spirit of the white light seemed to look at it with a little surprise, and after a while, he said: "So it's you!"

　　 "Hey!" A slick smile came from Liang Yan's gray pouch around his waist, and then an old voice said: "This kid can't die. If he is dead, neither of you nor I can get rid of it!"

　　 "You have a blood base!" Qi Ling said slowly: "As far as I know, you have only trained three of this life Jinyu, and today you used one on this kid!"

　　 The old man in the gray pouch sighed softly: "I blame myself for being careless. I originally planned to use this kid's spiritual pet to get out of here, but I didn't expect that this kid would make a master-servant contract!"

　　 "Oh, so you wanted to take home!" Qi Ling nodded slightly.

　　 "Fart, things between monsters, can that be called duoshe? That is assimilation!" the voice in the gray pouch exclaimed dissatisfiedly.

"Okay! Okay!" Qi Ling waved his hand, and said impatiently: "I understand, as long as this kid builds a foundation successfully, you can follow him out of this'Wonderland of Clouds', and there will be a chance in the future. I might be free! And as the body of a tool spirit, I am destined to fly away with the ashes of the upper Jing Yuan Tu..."

These words were depressed in their meaning, which made people feel embarrassed. However, the voice in the gray pouch didn't seem to buy it. Instead, he smiled and said, "Hey, why are you saying so desolately? Flying Ash Annihilation is not what you want. Already? In these tens of thousands of years, have you ever spent a moment in a begging for death?"

　　 Unexpectedly, after listening to the white light, there was no rebuttal, but calmed down. Although the white light covered his face, he could still feel that he was watching Liang Yan at the moment, as if there was a hint of expectation.

　　 At this moment, Liang Yan is deaf to the surrounding affairs, just urging the "Xuangui Treasure Refining Secret Art" to refining the Qing Emperor's legacy in his body with all his strength.

　　 Endless breath of "birth" burst out from the "Longevity Mayfly Wood", and then guided by Liang Yan's internal exercises, and finally slowly converged in the two-color vortex on the dantian.

Although life and death are out of balance in the whirlpool, cyan accounts for the majority and black only a small part, but there is a golden feather on the whirlpool, and its soft golden light always envelopes the whirlpool. , To prevent the violent cyan energy from rushing out of the vortex again, and even poison Liang Yan's meridians and flesh and blood.

I don’t know how much time has passed. I suddenly saw the "Longevity Mayfly Wood" tremble slightly. No more cyan threads appeared on it, and the cyan light covering the wood has become extremely soft, no longer the previous one. Feeling violent.

　　 Liang Yan crossed his knees into concentration, and only felt that this green emperor's legacy tree seemed to have become a part of his own body, and he could let him drive him, and immediately chanted a magic trick in his heart.

　　 The "Longevity Mayfly Wood" was inspired by him, sinking all the way from his chest, and getting smaller and smaller, and finally slowly fell into Liang Yan's dantian.

　　 "It's done!"

　　 Liang Yan was overjoyed, and suddenly opened his eyes, only to see that the black and white colors of the surrounding world were slowly fading, and the whole world returned to its original appearance.

　　 It’s just that while the world is regaining its colors, earth-shaking changes are also taking place, mountains and rivers are shattered, vegetation is turned into ashes, everything is disintegrating and collapsing at an astonishing speed!

　　 "What's the matter?" Liang Yan looked around and asked in surprise.

　　 "Don't worry, this is a normal phenomenon. Since the'Longevity Mayfly Wood' has recognized the master, there is no need for the world in this painting to exist!" Qi Ling said lightly.

　　 "What about the creatures in this world?" Liang Yan still asked with some uncertainty: "Those swordsmen of Kunwu Sword Sect, and demon cultists, are not like virtual illusions!"

"You are right, not only them, but all the creatures living in the world in this painting are real!" Qi Ling's hollow voice does not contain the slightest feeling: "The so-called one will succeed in ten thousand bones, Qing Di The Yimu has found a successor, and then they have completed their mission, and will naturally go to extinction with Shangjing Yuantu. These are the rules set by the "Pathfinder" back then, and no one can change it at all."

　　 "The seeker..." Liang Yan murmured, then fell silent and said no more.

　　 "Hehe, in fact, the old man also wants to thank you." Qi Ling suddenly smiled, but his voice became weaker and weaker.

"As the body of a tool spirit, I am imprisoned here by a'path seeker'. I can neither practice nor escape from this cage. It is basically the same as a walking dead. Now you break this cage for me, and also send it away. I am free. I hope that in the next life I can have a good fetus and become a mortal being able to practice..."

　　 Qi Ling's voice became weaker and weaker, and in the end it was already low and unaudible. At the same time, the entire world, mountains, and rivers have all been broken and collapsed. Even if you haven't seen it with your own eyes, you can guess that the residents living in this painting have almost died.

　　 Liang Yan looked at the fading white light group and the gradually blurred figure in it~www.ltnovel.com~, suddenly his heart moved, and he opened his mouth to say something. However, the next moment was when the world collapsed, and boundless darkness shrouded it, and the little white light and figure left in front of him finally escaped into the void.

　　 "Are you going to reincarnation..."

　　 Liang Yan murmured in his heart, and then his eyes went dark, and he could no longer perceive anything...

　　 In the dark, he only felt the sky spinning around. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in a magnificent palace room.

　　 This room is surprisingly big. The roof and floor are paved with gold and stone, and the surrounding walls are even more carved with dragons and phoenixes. In the four corners of the room, there are four ever-bright lights. The lights are extremely strong, as if they have not been burned out after tens of thousands of years.

　　 The strangest thing is that although he can see the whole picture of this room, he is not in this room. Or to be precise, he is in a painting in the middle of this room.

　　 This is a huge landscape painting, two feet high, about ten feet long, floating in the air, like a giant scroll slowly unfolding.

　　 The world in the painting stretches for an unknown number of miles, and Liang Yan's location is on the top of a mountain on the upper left, which seems to be the Kunwu Mountain where he was just now.

　　 "What's the matter? Why am I still trapped in the painting? Isn't this Shangjing Yuantu already self-destructed?" Liang Yan was now wondering.