Cultivation of immortals, the beginning of cultivating demons for ten years

Chapter 90 Lian'er is so comfortable
Wen Dao qualification +3, fortune +3.

Yan Ping did not expect his appearance to surprise Lian Er, and Lian Er also surprised him.

Yan Ping reached out to touch the golden lotus leaf, and said: "I don't want to lie to Lian'er, this time I'm here at Wuliu Villa on important business, so I'll drop by to see you, Lian'er."

"Although Mr. came to see Lian Er, Lian Er is just as happy."

The golden lotus of Wenyun swayed, shaking a beautiful light and shadow in the sun.

Liu Yao said: "Mr. Yan, thanks to your inscription back then, Lian'er is not so lethargic now, and the complicated literary spirit in her body is much less. Mr. Yan, you don't want to show it anymore."

"it is good."

"Lian'er, relax your demon body, and let my awe-inspiring energy enter your body for inspection."

"Ah."

Lian'er relaxed her body, from a noble golden lotus to a lazy water lily.

A wisp of awe-inspiring energy flowed out from Yan Ping's fingertips and penetrated into Lian'er's body. Wherever it passed, the awe-inspiring energy in Lian'er's body, regardless of the complicated literary energy, seemed to shy away from the emperor who was patrolling the world, not daring to move. move.

Seeing this situation, Yan Ping's heart suddenly moved.

The last time he wrote an inscription for Lian'er, he was just a Confucianist cultivator in Qi training state, but now he is the number one scholar of literary mind who has comprehended the exquisite heart with seven apertures, and he is a candidate for a sage.

Today is different from the past, maybe we can write a righteous song for Lian Er again.

Haoran Qi walked around in Lian'er's body, Yan Ping withdrew his Haoran Qi, and said, "Master Liu, [-]% of the complicated Wen Qi in Lian'er's body has been transformed into Hao Ran Qi. It will take about seven years for it to be fully transformed. Now I am cultivating Wen Dao In order to make great progress, I want to inscription for Lian Er again, maybe this time can be further shortened."

Such a good thing, Liu Yao naturally had no objection, quickly fetched the desk and put the best pen, ink, paper and inkstone on it.

The pen is Wenyun gold pen, the ink is Wendan ink, the paper is Wenxin paper, and the inkstone is the blood inkstone of Confucianism.

"Mr. Yan, please."

Yan Ping didn't use words, but forced drops of blood from his fingertips.

The blood is red with gold, shining the charming suet jade color.Instead of smelling the smell of blood, there is a fresh and refreshing smell that makes people feel physically and mentally comfortable.

Liu Yao was very surprised, Mr. Yan's blood was actually golden, with a brilliance like suet jade, this, is this still the blood of a human race?
Although Liu Yao is Mr. Wuliu's daughter, she did not inherit Mr. Wuliu's talent for writing and dao. She inherited her mother's blood, and she followed the path of demon cultivation and did not cultivate literature. How rare is his blood.

Bravery is a good thing, but compared with the blood of Yan Ping, a candidate for a saint, it is far worse.

Using the blood of a saint candidate as ink, even the blood and ink of a sage will be inferior.

Haoran condenses on the tip of the pen, dips the brush in the ink, when Haoran touches the blood ink, a white-gold light blooms.

Yan Ping turned his wrist, and small square characters appeared on the Wenxin paper.

The awe-inspiring energy between heaven and earth was aroused, like raindrops falling down onto the paper.

Every time Yan Ping writes a word, he pours a ray of energy into it, each word shines brightly, and then disappears.

finish writing.

Picking up the Wenxin paper with both hands and splashing it forward, platinum and red letters flew out one by one, dragging the awe-inspiring rain from the sky into Lian'er's body together.

"Ah, mother, sir, Lian'er is so comfortable, ahh, so comfortable."

The golden lotus of Wen Yun swayed and trembled, and the platinum and red characters washed away in its body, and the complicated literary energy was transformed into platinum aura of arrogance at a speed visible to the naked eye.

As time passed, Lian'er snored, and the demon body fell into a deep sleep.

Yan Ping reached out to touch the golden lotus leaf, and said with a smile, "Three months, after three months, Lian'er will be able to transform into form."

Liu Yao was overjoyed, bowed and said: "Thank you, Mr. Yan."

Well, it's huge.

Yan Ping's eyes inevitably fell on Liu Yao's chest, the shape of water droplets is said to be indescribable.

It's a pity that he hasn't experienced it, and he doesn't know if it's good or not.

Yan Ping glanced past and didn't stop there. He looked at the sleeping Wenyun Jinlian and showed a fatherly smile: "I like Lian'er very much. I'm very happy to be able to do this for her."

"Lian'er will sleep for a long time this time, about two or three days. During this period, it's best not to let outsiders disturb her."

Liu Yao said: "My garden is very quiet, Lian'er and I are the only ones on weekdays, and without my permission, other monks dare not come in."

Yan Ping: "That's good."

Liu Yao said: "Sir, why don't I send you to the blessed land of five willows first."

"it is good."

Liu Yao lifted off into the sky, followed closely by Yan Ping.

The two flew higher and higher and came to the top of the big willow tree.

Yan Ping has an exquisite heart with seven apertures, and his eyes can break through all illusions in the world.

Vaguely, he saw a large colorful hole in the void above his head.

"Mr. Yan, the sky above our heads is the entrance to the Five Willows Paradise. The entrance is covered by the five-element and colorful phantom formation. Only the five owners of Wuliu Villa, including me, can untie the formation and bring people in."

Liu Yao shot out streaks of blue light with both hands, which seemed to be chaotic, but in fact, the landing point and sequence of each blue light could not be wrong.

Otherwise, not only would it not be possible to open the five-element and multi-colored phantom formation, but it would also be attacked by the formation. Under one blow, all gods and humans would die.

One hundred and eight blue lights shot out, the sky burst into multicolored light, the light converged, and a multicolored gate appeared.

"Mr. Yan, please."

Liu Yao took the lead through the multicolored gate, and Yan Ping followed.

It was pitch black all around, the cracks in the void cracked and healed and cracked again, and a passage glowing with colorful light lay across the endless void.

Yan Ping walked on the colorful avenue, looking at the void outside through the colorful barrier.

Boom~~~!

A gray cow-like creature covered in scales, with wings hitting the colorful barrier, exploded on the spot, gray flesh and blood splashed everywhere, and was swallowed by the void in the blink of an eye, leaving only a black crystal the size of a fist .

"What kind of life is this?"

Liu Yao said: "The existence of this gray cow is a void creature, and the black crystal that bursts out after death is a void spar. If a cultivator wants to break through and enter the realm of refining the void, he needs to refine this void spar. The more void crystals there are, the stronger the foundation of the Void Refining Realm will be."

"It's a pity that the Void Refining Realm is too far away for me, no matter how much it is, I don't know it very well."

Liu Yao said: "The ten thousand years we are in is already the fourth small year of practice, and the aura of heaven and earth is much thinner compared to the last ten thousand years.

There are only a handful of monks in the Void Refining Realm, and without exception, they all hide in the Void Secret Realm and wait for the arrival of the great year of practice.

If the next ten thousand years is still a small year of cultivation, most of these Void Refining Realm cultivators who are hiding and lingering on their last breaths will probably die. "

Liu Yao sighed: "Cultivation, becoming an immortal, it's not so easy. If you were born in the young years of cultivation, and five or six times in a row are young years of cultivation, no matter how talented you are, you will eventually turn into a pile of loess."

Yan Ping said with a smile: "Life is as gorgeous as summer flowers, and death is as quiet and beautiful as autumn leaves. If a monk can create infinite value in a limited life, his life will be considered worthwhile."

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