Wild boar

Chapter 626 Yuanying Relatives
"Have you seen my dad?" Xue Mengyao asked eagerly.

"Who is your father?"

"My father, Xue Jikang, is the current head of the Xue family. He has a cultivation level in the middle stage of the Golden Core." Xue Mengyao said.

"He has fallen." Wang Yahui said.

"What did you say?"

Wang Yahui didn't explain, she turned around and exposed her snow-white back.

This person is dressed like this! ?
Just as Xue Mengyao wanted to hear the words, a pressure from the golden elixir stage made her breathless.

Xue Mengyao couldn't believe it. The woman in front of her who was wearing immodest clothes turned out to be a real person in the Golden Core stage.

The pressure of the golden elixir period had just weakened, and Xue Mengyao stood up quickly and followed the woman in palace attire.

The woman in palace clothes turned into a ray of light and flew towards another Yunzhou wreckage.

At another Yunzhou wreckage.

Among the wreckage lay the body of a man.

There was a big hole in his chest.

There used to be a golden elixir there, which was the result of this man's cultivation during his lifetime.

When Wang Yahui rode the demon king Zhu Zishan to drive away the golden magic weapon flying sword, she found that the man had died and there was a sword wound on his forehead between the eyebrows.

Apparently, the magic weapon flying sword was pierced into the body, shattering the soul.

The man's fatal wound was on his forehead, but at this time there was a big hole in his chest.

Just now Wang Yahui witnessed Zhukov taking out this man's golden elixir and swallowing it alive.

Zhukov's teeth chewed the golden elixir like eating jelly beans.

Wang Yahui once heard that the human race's golden elixir can actually be used to refine elixirs, but the method of refining elixirs has long been lost, or was destroyed by humans.

Using the golden elixirs of the human race's golden elixir monks as the material for alchemy, I'm afraid only the demon race can do it.

Do not!
The monsters don't need to make elixirs at all, they just need to eat them alive, just like Zhukov did.

This man has a body as strong as that of a monster, and it is impossible for a human to achieve that level.

A thought here.

Wang Yahui felt that her body was getting hot again.

"father!"

Xue Mengyao threw herself on her father's body and cried loudly.

"What's your name?" A strange man's voice sounded from behind.

Xue Mengyao turned around in panic.

"I...my name is Xue Mengyao." Xue Mengyao said truthfully.

"This is your father's storage bag." Zhu Zishan handed Xue Jikang's storage bag to Xue Mengyao. He had seen everything in it, but there was nothing good.

"Senior!" Xue Mengyao knelt down immediately.

"My Xue family has relatives in the Nascent Soul stage in Tianjian Mountain. Zhenjun Zuoyun is my father's great-grandfather. I would like my senior to take me up the mountain to meet Zhenjun Zuoyun." Xue Mengyao pleaded.

"Oh... someone actually dares to attack the relatives of the Yuanying cultivator?" Zhu Zishan showed a surprised look.

"Senior... you are also Jindan Daoist. You should know that Yuanying monks have been around for a long time. They may love their children and grandchildren very much, but once they exceed four generations, no one even wants to know their names. After all, there are endless children and grandchildren. , but what practitioners seek is longevity and freedom." Xue Mengyao explained.

"So Lord Zuiyun may not know you." Zhu Zishan said after pondering for a moment.

"For Yuanying monks, family ties only last four generations. I am already the fifth generation of the Xue family. Naturally, I, the ancestor of the Xue family, do not know him. However, Zhenjun Zuiyun knows my father. I only need to tell him that my father died an untimely death. Lord Yun Zhen will not remain indifferent." Xue Mengyao said.

"You are a monk in the god training stage, can't you fly up the mountain by yourself?" Zhu Zishan asked in return.

"Senior, I don't know something. Above the sea of ​​clouds at the top of Tianjian Mountain, there is a fierce wind on the top of the mountain. If I go up the mountain alone, I might not even be able to get close to the formation barrier." Xue Mengyao said.

"Oh... Miss Xue, to what extent do you understand the way of swordsmanship?" Zhu Zishan asked an unrelated question with a flash of his eyes.

"It's just ordinary." Xue Mengyao said modestly.

"Draw your sword towards me," Zhu Zishan said.

Xue Mengyao knew that this was the senior who wanted to test her swordsmanship, so she stood up obediently and hugged Zhu Zishan's fists.

"excuse me."

After Xue Mengyao finished speaking, her spirit, energy and spirit became one.The flying sword came out of the body, and the body and sword merged into one, turning into a dazzling stream of light and slashing towards Zhu Zishan's head.

Xue Mengyao felt better than ever with this sword.

My father once said that swordsmen must fight hand-to-hand and feel the danger of life and death.

Although long-distance strikes with swords are safe, it is difficult to truly understand the way of the sword and increase your cultivation.

This time the Yunzhou crashed, Xue Mengyao fell from a height of [-] feet, and luckily managed to save her life. After waking up from the coma, her understanding of the way of the sword was completely different.

clang!
After a crisp sound.

Xue Mengyao separated from Feijian.

Zhu Zishan was naturally unscathed.

"Not bad, you can form a golden elixir." Zhu Zishan commented very pertinently.

"What form of elixir? I have just reached the late stage of spiritual training and have not even reached the fake elixir state. How can I form a golden elixir?" Xue Mengyao asked in surprise.

"It's too easy to improve your cultivation. I don't believe you asked her." Zhu Zishan pointed at Wang Yahui and said.

"Brother Zhu is indeed capable of helping people form golden elixirs quickly." Wang Yahui admitted.

"Forget it." Xue Mengyao shook her head and rejected Zhu Zishan's offer to help him form a golden elixir.

"Why?" Zhu Zishan asked.

Because showing courtesy for nothing is either a traitor or a thief!

Xue Mengyao simply doesn't believe that there is a good thing about pie falling in the sky.

"Thank you for your kindness, Brother Zhu. Mengyao just lost her father and is really not in the mood to improve her cultivation." Xue Mengyao said with cupped fists.

"You really don't want it?" Zhu Zishan asked again.

"No!" Xue Mengyao said firmly.

"Oh...forget it if you don't want it." Zhu Zishan came to Wang Huiya, patted her naked back, and the two left together.

"Where are you going, senior?" Xue Mengyao asked loudly.

"It's in the ice cave below. It won't be far away." Zhu Zishan replied.

Xue Mengyao frowned, this pair of seniors was really weird.

Xue Mengyao did not pay attention to the two of them, but began to search on the ice field. He quickly found a magical flying sword.

This is a magical flying sword that has lost its spirituality. It is the magical flying sword of Xue Mengyao's father, Xue Jikang.

Due to some special reason, this flying sword can still be used by Xue Mengyao, of course, the premise is that she must advance to the golden elixir level.

After finding this flying sword, Xue Mengyao began to dig a grave for her father on the ice field...

……

Underground ice cave.

White mist evaporates.

With the operation of the Concentric Seal, Wang Yahui's cultivation speed increased rapidly...

I do not know how long it has been……

"Why didn't you take action against that little girl?" Wang Yahui whispered in Zhu Zishan's ear.

"She didn't take action against me, why would I take action against her?" Zhu Zishan Disheng replied.

"Well...let's just say this is all because I brought it upon myself."

"That's right! I always have revenge and complaints. Everything you get today is your own fault." Zhu Zishan said while exerting force.

When Zhu Zishan and Wang Yahui left the ice cave and came to the ice field.

There is already an additional tombstone on the ice sheet.

The tombstone states that Xue Jikang, the head of the Xue family in Lingyuan Prefecture, was buried here.

At this time, Xue Mengyao held a flying sword in his hand.

This sword is simple and unpretentious, with no aura at all. It seems to be the natal flying sword of the deceased Xue Jikang.

The sword was useless, but Xue Mengyao still carried it with him. After all, it was a relic of his father, and Zhu Zishan didn't think much about it.

(End of this chapter)