But she breathed a sigh of relief.

In front of him, Yang Yu's dry body gradually filled with his rolling blood and energy turned into extremely vigorous vitality, allowing him to return to the peak.

Even, climbing up layer by layer...

"call!"

"suck!"

Not long after, the ink color in the backyard gradually dissipated, and the dispersed light returned with the rolling air waves, blowing up large pieces of dust.

At the same time, what sounded was a long breath coming from the backyard of the royal palace.

The qi and blood have reached a peak. When exhaling, the strong wind whistled, making the grass and trees in the yard sound.

When inhaling, the airflow returns rapidly, like a large wave of tides in the sea, which is spectacular.

"This is……"

Looking at the white dog that was getting more nervous in front of him, Yu Jing's heart moved, he took a few steps back, climbed up the eaves, and looked from afar.

I saw that after the ink color faded, the brilliant golden color flowed from nothing to something, from weak to strong, and at first only flowed in the courtyard.

Not long after, he had ascended to the sky like a wolf smoke. Even if the ink color retreated, the sunlight that appeared again in the air could not be concealed.

"Aowoo!"

Suddenly, the white dog let out a threatening roar, and its hair stood up like a steel needle. It looked tightly at the south of the city.

Feeling a huge danger.

Yu Jing reacted so quickly. When he looked around, his pupils couldn't help but shrink. Someone's eyes penetrated the many houses and walls.

Through half of the city, looking at this place, my eyes were cold and indifferent, like a god sitting upright in the clouds overlooking the world.

...

...

With luck in mind, Qin Si is comparable to the power of a third level of magical power. His power can almost move celestial phenomena, and his power leaks out, which affects not only the inside and outside the palace.

Even outside several streets, the wind and sand were blown by the steep wind and strong wind, and the storm was about to come.

Even a restaurant half a city or a neighboring house noticed something strange.

"The blue bird takes advantage of luck to take off, and this little girl is so bold..."

The small restaurant has been wrapped up. On the window of the third floor, I lay on the rocking chair, and the luxuriously dressed old man looked up slightly.

This is a Taoist who looks very old. He is wearing a Taoist robe made of fine brocade, under the white jade Taoist crown, his neatly combed hair and beard are all white.

After a glance, he couldn't help but admire:

"That boy is so lucky. Unfortunately, he was the only one who lost his son and grandson, but instead delayed the girl..."

On the third floor, there were more than a dozen people accompanying him, but only the old man was lying and sitting. Listening to him, the others couldn't help but look out the window.

But the northwest city is full of tall buildings and three floors, so it is impossible to overlook the whole city. I can't help but be confused.

"Master, what are you talking about in the Northwest King?"

Only the handsome female disciples who are a little younger in the first grade seem to have guessed something:

"Master seems to be paying attention to this Northwest King? A few years ago, you seemed to have a special divination for him, but you said he had lost his son and grandson..."

The female disciple was very active. She covered her mouth and looked around carefully. She looked cute and looked at the guests. The eyes of the brothers were a little hot.

"You're smart."

The old Taoist smiled pamperedly.

As soon as he reached out, he pulled her into his arms, bent down, and kissed her for a long time, making her whole body soft and her face flushed, and she let go:

"Little mouth is sweet too~"

“Master~”

The female disciple let out a coquettish voice, covering her face and pressing it into his arms.

"It's not just him who has lost his sons and grandchildren? How many of the supernatural masters have left behind from ancient times to the present?"

The old Taoist sighed slightly, a little sad.

He learned Taoism when he was young and entered the world in middle age. Now, it has been a hundred years since he has been there. Not only a few confidants, he has only a few dozen.

But to this day, there are still no children.

Of course this is not his problem, but a problem with Daoguo.

Except for the rare things, the supernatural powers themselves are related to offspring, most of the supernatural powers cannot give birth to offspring...

"ah?"

On the third floor, the disciples heard this for the first time, looking at each other and wondering what they were thinking.

"Don't think too much. You have one to calculate one, but you don't have the fate of Taoist fruit. In this life, there is no problem with many children and grandchildren. There is naturally no problem with the bloodline inheritance for hundreds of years..."

As if he saw the uneasiness of the young disciples, the old Taoist couldn't help but comfort him:

"Don't worry, the teacher will take care of you for a while. We will not cut off your bloodline in one match..."

“…”

“…”

Looking at the white hair and hair of Han Yue Sanren, who was nearly three years old, all the disciples who had fluffy on their lips were speechless.

“Ha~”

Suddenly, a chuckle came from the downstairs:

"Northwest is a bitter and cold place! Fellow Daoist Hanyue has always been content with pleasure. How can he come back here to suffer?"

"who?"

The disciples looked slightly tight, and Han Yue San was already wavering:

"Why did the old Taoist come here? Brother Heishan Taoist doesn't know?"

Huh ~

Before he finished speaking, an old man with a cold and hard face appeared on the third floor like a ghost. He just glanced at him and no one dared to make noises.

"I am here just to get something. You shouldn't stop me, nor can you stop me..."

"For eight generations to fight for an immortal, Dao brother has almost succeeded, but why should he send his incarnation here? If he falls here, he will not be able to live for ten years in vain, but he will have to practice for ten years in vain..."

He raised his hand and interrupted the person who came. Taoist Hanyue pointed out the window:

"You know me. The old Taoist never lie. If you don't believe me, look..."

"Then you underestimate me too much. Eight generations of immortals have achieved success, so how can you...well?!"

The old demon didn't care much, but suddenly noticed something strange. He slowly raised his eyes, and his eyes pierced through the layers of walls like electricity, the small city...

But I saw that the blood qi was evaporated like clouds above the palace, and under the clouds, there seemed to be a brilliant golden figure that looked like a human and a monkey.

And the golden light pierced through the pillar, like a giant stick, was grabbed in his palm, and with just one stick towards the sky, it forced thousands of acres of smoke and dust.
Chapter completed!