From Princess of the Cold Palace to Empress of Heaven

She took a deep breath and tried to use her spiritual power to test it out. After finding nothing abnormal, she reached out and held Lin Wanqiu's hand.

"hiss!"

One piece is piping hot!

Xiao Minghuang snorted softly, and quickly circulated her spiritual power to protect her palm.

"The body is scorching hot, and the power of the Taiyin is overflowing. This should be caused by the boiling power of the Taiyin. The body is blocked. Only by dredging the meridians and communicating with the spiritual consciousness can it be rescued."

When Xiao Minghuang learned about the congenital Taiyin spirit body, he read all aspects of this physique, and knew a lot about it.

"At this point, I can't take care of that much anymore."

If it was before last night, she would have to ask her ancestors to help her.

But after last night, she practiced the dual cultivation of spiritual consciousness, and she could resolve Lin Wanqiu's crisis just by her own strength.

Thinking of this, she no longer hesitated, and waved down a breath sealing formation.

Since breaking through the realm in Beiyang City, after the breath sealing formation was destroyed, she changed to a stronger formation, which can cover up all the mysteries below the heavenly level.

After getting ready, Xiao Minghuang circulated his spiritual power and wrapped his whole body with spiritual power to prevent being scalded by Lin Wanqiu.

Immediately afterwards, she quickly took off all of Lin Wanqiu's clothes.

Lin Wanqiu's snow-white skin was densely covered with bluish-blue threads, like spider webs, covered with jade-like crystal clear skin, which looked shocking.

Her skin was as hot as a branding iron.

"Lanqiu, hold on, I can help you dredge the power of Taiyin in your body immediately!"

Xiao Minghuang whispered to himself, calmly, took off his clothes, and stuck his whole body on Lin Wanqiu's body.

Lin Wanqiu's skin was smooth and elastic, soft and delicate, and the temperature was frighteningly high.

When pasting it, Xiao Minghuang only felt that his whole body was soaked in the magma, as if he was going to be burned to the ground in the next moment.

Although the two of them are not in the same place now, Xiao Minghuang's heart is full of worry, without any trace of charm.

She quickly operated the exercises, injected her own spiritual power into Lin Wanqiu's body, mobilized her spiritual consciousness, and started to slowly help Lin Wanqiu to dredge the power of Taiyin in her body.

Beads of sweat ooze from Xiao Minghuang's forehead, her forehead is already wet, and her body is getting hotter and hotter.

She felt a scorching energy coming out of Lin Wanqiu's pores and flowing into her body.

"What a terrifying heat!"

Xiao Minghuang was slightly startled.

However, the heat of the power of the sun after circulation has been greatly attenuated, and it has degenerated into pure power of the sun, freeing in her body.

With the circulation and exchange of the power of the sun, Lin Wanqiu's body gradually returned to calm, and the blue lines on her skin gradually disappeared.

Lin Wanqiu's skin returned to its normal color, it looked as white and translucent as suet jade, and the terrifying temperature also receded.

Xiao Minghuang opened his eyes, seeing that Lin Wanqiu was safe and sound, he felt relieved.

This time when the power of the sun was flowing through the meridians, she found that the power of the sun was also of great benefit to her body.

Just walking around in her body without absorbing it gave her the illusion that she would be able to break through the fountain in the next moment.

"Perhaps, this is not an illusion."

Xiao Minghuang muttered to himself, his thoughts turned, and five Xuanyin fruits appeared in front of him.

Five cyan-blue Xuanyin fruits contain pure aura and the power of Taiyin.

"Five Xuanyin fruits, even with my current strength, I'm afraid it will be difficult to digest. Wanqiu is now an innate Taiyin spirit body, and it is easy for her to absorb these five spiritual fruits."

"I can use the power of late autumn to help me absorb the spiritual power and the power of the sun in the five fruits, so that I can break through to the spring state!"

The corners of Xiao Minghuang's mouth turned up slightly, and a smile appeared in the corners of his eyes.

She didn't hesitate anymore, and hung five Xuanyin fruits in front of her body, using her spiritual power to stimulate the spirituality of the fruits.

In an instant, the five Xuanyin fruits burst into a strong and dazzling blue light, and the light flickered, forming a ball of dazzling spiritual power.

"Crack, click, click..."

One by one the fruits shattered and turned into spiritual liquid, floating towards Xiao Minghuang.

A drop of spiritual liquid fell into Xiao Minghuang's mouth, and it instantly turned into pure spiritual power and melted into her body.

Xiao Minghuang felt waves of spiritual power moving through every part of his body. The meridians, dantian, viscera, flesh and bones, and limbs were all washed away by the pure power of Taiyin.

For an instant.

Ten acupoints around her body appeared in a whirlwind, and the spiritual power was surging, rushing towards her limbs and bones like a tide.

This spiritual power is wrapped in the power of the sun, it is too majestic and vast, and it is impossible for Xiao Minghuang alone to control it.

She stabilized her mind, controlled the tide of spiritual power, and crossed towards Lin Wanqiu's body.

At this time, Lin Wanqiu hadn't woken up yet, so she naturally let her do whatever she wanted.

Xiao Minghuang controlled the tide of spiritual power, and guided the spiritual power out of the body little by little, and injected it into Lin Wanqiu's body, constantly circulating alternately.

Her aura was also rising slowly.

With such a huge amount of energy, it will be a slow process to completely absorb and refine it, and it will take a long time.

In the room, the light is still there.

...

Spirit Sword Gate, Hanging Sword Peak.

In a certain magnificent palace, a gray-bearded old man sat on a futon. He looked old, but his figure was extremely tall and straight, like a sharp sword, unbending or bending.

Opposite the old man, there was a disheveled man who seemed to be in a state of embarrassment.

"Master, please be the master for the disciples! That Xia Guo princess has no eyes, she doesn't care about our Spirit Sword Sect at all!"

The man was Feng Yi. Not only was he kicked out of Xia Kingdom, but his storage bag was also snatched by casual cultivators. Because of the name of the Spirit Sword Sect, he was saved from being killed.

After listening to Feng Yi's narration, Elder Xuan Jian frowned slightly and asked:

"According to what you said, Princess Xia only slapped you, but she didn't use her full strength and seriously injured you?"

"Mmmmmmm!"

Feng Yi nodded again and again, in his narrative, Princess Xia is almost a female devil who cannibalizes people without spit out bones.

"According to this, Princess Xia is a genius."

Hearing this, Feng Yi had an ominous premonition in his heart.

as predicted.

Elder Xuanjian stroked his beard and said:

"Princess Xia is extremely talented. She practiced in a small secular country, and she can easily surpass this old man's closed disciple!"

"what!"

Feng Yi was startled suddenly.

Listening to the meaning of the master, it seems that he wants to accept Princess Xia as his personal disciple?

Within the sect, although there are not as many rules as the secular dynasties, there are still various levels.

From the lowest level of servant disciples, to outer disciples, inner disciples, and true disciples, and above all, the elders personally accept disciples and become direct disciples.

This means that once the elder dies, the direct disciples will inherit all the status and worth of the elder, no different from the parents and children in the secular world.

As for the true disciples, they are just learning the elder's method, and it's just the friendship between master and apprentice.

"Master wants to accept Princess Xia as an apprentice?"

Hearing this question, Elder Xuanjian said flatly:

"There are many teachers and disciples, she is not missing one, but such a genius...you go and call Xiao Jian."

"Disciple obeys."

Feng Yi went away in response, and after a few breaths, he returned to the main hall with a young man in white.

The young man in white was handsome and handsome, he was the sixth prince of Da Xia, Xiao Jian.

He bowed and saluted respectfully:

"Disciple pays homage to Elder Xuanjian!"

Elder Xuan Jian nodded, signaling Feng Yi to go down first.

After Feng Yi glanced at Xiao Jian, he left the hall in a hesitant manner.

Elder Xuan Jian and Xiao Jian were the only ones left in the hall, and they both remained silent.

after awhile.

Elder Xuanjian spoke first:

"Xiao Jian, it has been 12 years since you joined the Spirit Sword Sect?"

The only thing, Xiao Jian's face was startled, he didn't know why Elder Xuan Jian called him here, just to ask this?

"Returning to the elders, this disciple invited me to worship at the age of six, was a handyman for one year, three years for the outer sect, four years for the inner sect, ranked second in the inner sect grand competition, and was promoted to the true biography for another four years, so far a total of 12 years .”

After saying these words, Xiao Jian was in a complicated mood. With his second strength in the inner sect competition, if he put it on someone else, he might have been accepted as a personal disciple by some kind of elder, or even be accepted by the real person in charge. .

But four years passed, but none of the elders were willing to accept him as a disciple.

He thought hard, looked for teachers and friends, but he still doesn't know.

"Not bad!"

Elder Xuan Jian nodded, he was actually very satisfied with Xiao Jian, and he had intended to accept him as a personal disciple.

But there is always a layer of concern.

Thinking of this, he slowly said:

"I know you must be thinking, with your talent and strength, you are enough to be accepted by the elders as a direct disciple, but no one is willing to accept you. You must be very dissatisfied and feel that the sect is unfair to you, don't you?"

"Disciple dare not! Disciple is terrified!"

Xiao Jian quickly knelt down and said in a trembling voice.

Elder Xuan Jian gently raised his hand, held Xiao Jian up, and said gently:

"Your talent, even the position of the head of the teaching successor, can be competed for, let alone a mere direct disciple, the sect is sorry for you!"

Hearing this, Xiao Jian burst into tears. Ever since he joined the Spirit Sword Sect, he has shown extraordinary talent, but he has been neglected. Now that Elder Xuan Jian said such words to him, how could he not be moved?

"Elder..."

Before he came to remember being moved, Elder Xuanjian asked again:

"Now in front of you, there is an opportunity. As long as you grasp it, I can speak to the head teacher and ask him to accept you as a disciple himself."

"Headmaster, there are only two disciples. If you are accepted, there will be only three in total."

"The future head teacher of the Spirit Sword Sect will most likely be selected from the head teacher's disciples, so if you are accepted as a disciple by the head teacher, then the head teacher position will be up for grabs!"

Hearing this, Xiao Jian was at a loss for a while. Ever since he joined the Spirit Sword Sect, he has practiced swords besides practicing swords. Although he has grudges against the sect, he has never dreamed of becoming a direct disciple of the head teacher.

Now that Elder Xuanjian suddenly said such words to him, he was a little at a loss.

Seeing Xiao Jian's expression, Elder Xuan Jian sighed softly and said:

"If you don't want to, what I said today, it will be treated as if the old man never said it."

"But! The old man will still recommend you to other elders, and you will be worshiped under the seat of an elder, as a personal disciple."

"That's the end of the conversation, so I can do it for myself, you go!"

The voice fell.

Elder Xuanjian closed his eyes, and his breath became silent.

These words, passed into Xiao Jian's ears, were like thunder and waves rolling.

He stood there with a dull face, unable to react for a long time.

Even in his dreams, he dared not imagine that Elder Xuanjian would be so confiding in him.