A fairy godmother just wants to be beautiful alone

Chapter 195 The Old Man Is Homesick

Evergreen Big World.

World pre-membrane.

The crowd gradually dispersed, leaving only three solitary figures who did not leave.

All of them have chicken skin and white hair, their beards and hair are all white, and their old eyes are staring blankly at the messy void.

The shattered space is slowly recovering, and the rippling void wind blows their gray hair.

They are a little skeptical of life and can't believe their eyes.

"Pure Yang Magic Treasure...Is this how it's used?"

After a while, a bald old man spoke in a trembling voice.

He was in tears and his voice was trembling.

On the bald head, there are only a few yellow dull hairs at the back of the head, flying stubbornly in the void.

He looked at the shattered void, the fierce spatial turbulence swept across, and the aftermath of the Great Vehicle War was still raging.

He swallowed in disbelief.

The eyes of the other two old men were also straightened, with a hint of confusion in their eyes.

Is this really the pure yang magic weapon they are familiar with?

The thin old man murmured with a dull expression.

"Pure Yang Magic Treasure...Chun Yang...Chun Yang..."

Suddenly, his whole body was shaken violently, and his old eyes burst out with two real lights.

The other two old men also thought of something, their eyes widened in disbelief.

The three of them looked at each other, their eyes filled with shock and uncontrollable excitement.

It was as if a new world had opened up all of a sudden, and many things became connected.

It's really no wonder they don't know much.

Normally, it is rare for them to even see the face of the Mahayana Heavenly Monarch, let alone the battle of Mahayana.

They have lived for so long, and it is the first time they have seen the pure yang magic weapon display its real power.

When that exquisite pagoda erupted with real brilliance, even they themselves doubted whether the pure yang magic weapon they had held and the pure yang magic weapon of the Nine Realms were the same thing.

However, the familiar body of the pagoda told them that it was indeed the Jiuling Pagoda, the pure yang magic weapon recorded in the Zongmen classics.

A treasure of the same level as the Kunshan Bell.

It turns out that the name of the pure yang magic weapon, Chunyang, is not just a title, but represents the great existence behind it.

The three looked excited, and an uncontrollable look burst out on the three old faces.

All three pairs of old eyes were turning green.

That kind of expression is like three silly sons who have been wandering for many years, suddenly discovering that there is a super gold mine buried in their ancestral house with four walls.

The joy of pie falling from the sky and the excitement of getting rich overnight almost drove the three of them crazy with excitement.

The three looked at each other, and Xuan Yunzhen suddenly spoke.

"I think we should go back to the Splendid World to take a look. I've been away from home for so many years, and I'm a little homesick."

"That's right, old man, I miss the Kunshan sect and everything in the world of cultivating immortals. We must go back and have a look. Maybe the seal has loosened."

Gu Dazi's eyes were rosy, and he rubbed the old corners of his eyes.

The three talked to each other about their homesickness.

But the excitement and excitement on his face were beyond words.

That expression wished he could grow wings and fly back to the Splendid World.

There are twelve pure yang magic weapons there.

Once upon a time, they took turns in charge of the Kunshan Bell to frighten Xiaoxiao.

Now that they have seen the true power of the Jiuling Pagoda, they know how ignorant they were in the past.

It's really burning pianos and boiling cranes, being brown and pregnant with jade, and guarding Baoshan without knowing it.

Now that they already know the true value of the pure yang magic weapon, how can they still make the pearl continue to be dusted.

The eyes of the three old men glistened with brilliance, and each of them had a greedy look on their faces.

They didn't know the secrets of the twelve pure yang magic weapons, but they realized their value.

They have been trapped in the Void Consummation for too long.

It has been so long that their hearts no longer look like monks.

As long as they can break through the fusion, they will not hesitate to sell all their ancestral property.

If the ancestors of the Kunshan sect knew their actions in the heavenly spirit, they would be very relieved.

After all, some of them will be the first fusion born after the ancient Kunshan sect.

(End of this chapter)