Daqin: Who does this throne give to me?

Chapter 670

"Sister, sister!" A crisp voice sounded from the mountain behind Qingcheng.

Xiaoqing, who was wearing Tsing Yi, walked among the green trees, completely covering herself.

"Sister, sister, I'm Xiaoqing, where are you!" Xiaoqing's voice was full of sorrow.

If Bai Suzhen cannot be found, relying on oneself alone, there is absolutely no hope of becoming a fairy.

The Bodhisattva said that Bai Suzhen's only hope of becoming a fairy is on Bai Suzhen, and the Bodhisattva will never lie to herself.

This kind of voice has been calling out in the mountains behind Qingcheng for three consecutive days, but for three consecutive days, Bai Suzhen has not left a trace.

"Sister, sister, I'm Xiaoqing, I miss you!" Xiaoqing's terrified voice kept ringing out.

In a cave in the distance, Bai Suzhen looked at the green snake not far away, a coldness flashed in her eyes.

She is just not good at calculating others, but she is not stupid.

When she first met Xiaoqing, she didn't feel anything yet.

But with Zhao Wen, there is always a treasure of merit and herbal classics around him, and his consciousness is getting clearer and clearer, so he feels something is wrong.

A little demon who has only been cultivated for a few hundred years, unexpectedly made me feel kind after seeing her, and even called her a sister.

This is simply fooling himself as a fool.

It's just that even if he has already understood the reason, now that he sees the green snake, he can't calm down.

Slowly closing his eyes, the herbal classics above his head exuded a faint yellow light, enveloping Bai Suzhen in it, and one after another, the monster energy in the primordial spirit was continuously refined.

Only by completely refining the demon energy can one be able to ascend to the immortal world through the catastrophe.

Thinking that she had just passed through the catastrophe that day, but unexpectedly became unstable and wanted to leave the mountain, Bai Suzhen felt a bit of hatred in her heart.

She has plotted against herself 700 years ago, and has been plotting against her until now. Sooner or later, she will get back this kind of hatred from the magic weapon.

"Master Fahai, the White Snake doesn't want to see me!" On a hilltop outside Qingcheng Mountain, Xiaoqing stood behind Fahai with a worried face and whispered.

The back mountain of Qingcheng is not big, and although his cultivation base is not high, it is extremely easy for his voice to spread throughout the whole back mountain.

But for three full days, not only did the white snake not come out, but even a small demon with cultivation level did not come across, it would be strange if someone was not blocking it.

Even Xiaoqing can be sure that the one who stands in the way must be the White Snake.

"Maoshan Shu was able to break the secret method of my Buddhist sect. Xu Xian has such high aptitude and great luck!"

Aptitude is good, if there is no one to teach, you can't break your master's calculations.

"If she doesn't come out, you will turn into a white snake and wander around the mountains. You must let the mountain people near Qingcheng see you!"

There was a sneer on Fa Hai's face: "Qingcheng is also an orthodox sect of Taoism. Even if he doesn't care about worldly affairs, he will never allow his reputation near the mountain gate to be damaged. He will naturally find the white snake for me then!"

Qingcheng is a true sect of the Qing Dynasty, and he is a Buddhist disciple. If he makes a big move in the back mountain of Qingcheng, he is deliberately provoking the Qingcheng sect.

But Qingcheng must have known about his own arrival, and no one came over for several days, obviously because he didn't want to offend the master behind him.

Since you don't want to offend, you naturally have to do something for yourself.

In the fairy world, the fairy spirit around Zhao Wen's body became more and more serious, one after another fairy energy appeared in the primordial spirit, and the soul became as real as it was soaked in the fairy energy.

Even if he dies immediately, Zhao Wen is absolutely confident that he can keep his memory in reincarnation and regain his current strength in a short time.

Of course, what is most important to him is never his own cultivation, but the Shimen in his mind.

As long as Shimen is there, there will always be a chance to come back again, which is unmatched by any cultivator.

"Dang!" A distant bell rang in Zhao Wen's ear.

Zhao Wen, who was originally immersed in cultivation, got up instantly, and the Great Formation of Heaven and Earth flew into his waist, and he stepped out, and he was already near the Immortal Artifact Palace.

The gate of the Immortal Artifact Palace opened like a black hole, exactly the same as when I first came here.

But that day, the middle-aged Taoist priest took himself outside the fairy artifact palace and sent him away. This time, the annual gathering of Maoshan immortal disciples was Zhao Wen's first chance to enter a real fairy artifact.

Suppressing the inexplicable tension in his heart, he looked up at the Immortal Artifact Palace. No matter how powerful this Immortal Artifact was, in Zhao Wen's mind, it was far from being able to compare with his own Shimen.

Moreover, I now have a fairy sword in my hand, and in the future there will be countless fairy artifacts collected from various worlds into the Daqin world.

Thinking of this, a confident smile appeared on his face, and he strode into the gate of the palace.

Taking a step forward, the space in front of him changed, and when he appeared, he was already on top of a mountain.

The misty white clouds below the top of the mountain made the whole mountain top even more dusty.

A dozen or so Taoist priests sat on the top of the mountain, looking at Zhao Wen with smiles on their faces.

There was admiration on everyone's face.

In the lower realm, no one in the Maoshan faction could see Zhao Wen's strength, but in this fairy world, although they are now at the same level of life, the huge gap in strength allows these people to still see Zhao Wen's strength at a glance depth.

"Excellent qualifications, the breath of life is only a few decades, and the body has been cultivated to such an extent. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't believe it. There are such outstanding disciples in the world!"

"More importantly, this disciple is still my Maoshan!"

"Hahaha!" An old man sitting at the top laughed loudly, his voice vibrating in the clouds.

"Disciples pay homage to Patriarch!" Zhao Wen strode forward, kneeling three times and knocking nine times.

Not only is this old Taoist sitting at the top, he must be the founder of the Maoshan School, but also because the fairy sword in his hand was given by the old man in front of him.

Now that we meet, naturally we have to pay respects.

"Hahaha, get up!"

"I established the Maoshan faction at the beginning, just to leave my name in the world, but I never thought that there would be such an excellent disciple as you worshiping under my Maoshan sect!"

The eyes of the old Taoist were full of sighs. Others might just feel that Zhao Wen's aura was strong, not like a fairy who had just ascended.

Only he can see that the current Zhao Wen has not only become an immortal in terms of primordial spirit cultivation, but also has cultivated the physical body method that no one in the immortal world has practiced to the point where he is about to become an immortal.

If it wasn't for the lack of suitable exercises, he absolutely believed that the disciple in front of him would definitely be able to upgrade his physique to an immortal physique.

Such an excellent disciple, not to mention being in Maoshan, even if he brought it in front of his ancestor, he would probably be able to get a few words of praise.

"Cultivate well, and I will take you to meet the patriarch in a few days. It would be a waste of your talent to stay in Maoshan!"

(End of this chapter)