After thinking about it, he could not find the innate spiritual treasure suitable for Fuxi. Although he was a treasure, it was not suitable for others to use.

He gently tapped his eyebrows, and all kinds of thoughts flowed in his heart, and before he knew it, the 7749th day had quietly arrived.

"Boy, it's here on the 49th!" Bai Ze suddenly rushed out of the room, lay on the door frame and shouted at Yang Sanyang.

He didn't care whether the Yujing bottle was trained, what he cared about was whether he could study the Bagua Furnace.

Yang Sanyang slowly walked into the room. At this time, the flames in the Bagua Furnace had been extinguished. Yang Sanyang used a move in his hand and saw a white light shot from the alchemy furnace. A white jade bottle with a faint light fell into his palm.

The Yujing bottle has a delicate texture and looks like a decoration. There are rippling waves inside, and the water light is reflected at the mouth of the Yujing bottle.

"It can only be considered a preliminary practice. It has its own void and can continuously produce nectar, but the speed of this derivative is not satisfactory!" Yang Sanyang made a slight sense, and a hint of joy flashed in his eyes: "However, I don't need to worry too much. As long as the jade bottle continues to produce nectar in the future, nectar will continuously clean the entire jade bottle from the bottle, and continuously improve the essence of the jade bottle."

"Has you practiced?" Bai Ze looked at the jade bottle in his hand with a gaze.

Yang Sanyang nodded: "I'll lend you a Bagua Furnace for now."

After saying that, Yang Sanyang walked into the lobby with the jade bottle in his hand.

Bai Ze hurriedly followed Yang Sanyang, grabbed the dragon-bearded tiger's ears, and walked towards the front yard with the wailing sound of the dragon-bearded tiger.

Daoyuan lay in the lobby, and a wisp of blue smoke rose in the incense burner, wrapping around its body and protecting the last wisp of vitality.

"The saint comes, and there is a sprinkling of nectar. It can resurrect the dead and be flesh and blood. Although he is innate blood, he is still in the heavenly way, and under the cycle of laws!" Yang Sanyang held the Yujing Bottle in his left hand, and his right hand hovered over the Yujing Bottle, and used a wonderful technique. The next moment, he saw strands of water vapor flying out from the Yujing Bottle and drilling into the mouth and nose of the Daoyuan.

This is the nectar from the way of heaven! All the dead can be resurrected, let alone the solidarity of the Taoist soul?

With the nectar moisturized, I saw that my body, which was like a skeleton, gradually filled with gas, and in a blink of an eye, flesh and blood were derived, and a beautiful woman with a vivid and fragrant lie quietly there.

Looking at the process of the blood and flesh derivation of Taoist relationships, Yang Sanyang was suddenly stunned, as if he had realized it, but seemed to have not understood it!

Yang Sanyang slowly closed his eyes and fell into deep thought. The Yujing bottle was taken away by Bai Ze and kept looking at it in his hand.

"There is no better thing than this beauty!" Yang Sanyang's eyes showed a hint of thought.

There was a whimpering sound, and Daoyuan slowly opened his eyes, looked at the figure in the field, and his eyes were filled with a sense of despair.

"Senior sister, are you okay?" Yang Sanyang stretched out his hand and waved in front of Daoyuan.

"Where is this? Am I dead?" Daoyuan slowly sat up and looked at the hall in front of him.

"With me here, how can you die?" Yang Sanyang smiled and said, "Is it okay now?"

"What about the fire-proof bead?" Daoyuan's face suddenly changed and he hurriedly touched his waist.

"Don't look for it, the Fire-Breaking Pearl is here!" Yang Sanyang rolled his eyes helplessly, and then scolded: "Why are you so reckless? Although the Fire-Breaking Pearl is important, it is not as good as you in my eyes."

When Man Wa heard this, she curled her lips, and stopped her head and muttered: "Soul! Sour! Sour!"

Daoyuan was silent when he heard this, lowered his head and stopped talking, but just quietly fell into silence.

"Are you okay?" Yang Sanyang said worriedly.

Daoyuan shook his head: "I want to be quiet! Be quiet by myself!"

Yang Sanyang nodded, signaled everyone to go out and leave Daoyuan alone in the hall.

"This bottle is really a good treasure. Unfortunately, I can't understand the wonderful ancestors inside. If you have time, you must teach me!" Bai Ze reluctantly handed the bottle to Yang Sanyang, then turned around and walked towards the hall: "I'd better go and study the Bagua Furnace."

"Senior brother, there seems to be something wrong with senior sister," Wa said worriedly.

Yang Sanyang shook his head: "You are enlightened! I saw the light of enlightenment in her eyes!"

"You might as well go and practice. The next fire and thunder disaster are not simple!" Yang Sanyang sighed, touched the hair on the top of the little radish head, and his eyes were filled with smiles.

Wa opened Yang Sanyang's salty hand in dissatisfaction, and then walked to the backyard with anger.

Daoyuan sat in the house for three months, and Yang Sanyang stood under the peach tree for three months. Until one morning, a ray of purple air from the east rose high, shining into the yard, illuminating the wallpaper, and throwing into the house.

Scream~

With a light sound, the door of the house opened. Yang Sanyang quickly turned around, but saw that Daoyuan had already walked out of the house.

"Senior Sister..." Yang Sanyang spoke.

"I want to go back to the mountains!" Daoyuan whispered, interrupting Yang Sanyang's words.

Yang Sanyang was silent when he heard this, and then the Tai Chi diagram turned into a golden bridge and inserted into the void in the dark.

Daoyuan stepped forward slowly, grabbed Yang Sanyang's wrist, and acted as if a bird was leaning against others: "Let's go!"

Yang Sanyang was stunned, looked at Daoyuan with a smile on his face, and then followed him into the Golden Bridge and headed towards the Lingtai Fangcun Mountain.

Lingtai Fangcun Mountain is still the Lingtai Fangcun Mountain, but the main peak has been moved away by the ancestors with their great powers and great powers, leaving behind an empty land.

The peaks of Daoyuan still exist, and even the canyons where they were brewing wine and lived in seclusion still existed, but now they are in a mess.

The monks of the Qilin clan have been withdrawn!

Daoyuan got off the golden bridge and walked all the way to the back mountain. The three thousand miles of peach blossom forest had all died.

"What a pity!" Daoyuan stood in front of the peach blossom forest, looking at the three thousand miles of peach blossom forest, stood blankly for a long time, and then looked regretful and sad.

"I didn't expect that the Qilin tribe actually cut off the earth veins here!" Yang Sanyang bounced his fingers, and a little nectar fell. In an instant, the dead trees were alive. The three thousand miles of peach blossom forests bloomed together, and they resurrected from the dead and turned into a demonic peach blossom.

"Young brother is a good method!" Daoyuan was stunned and sighed: "Dried trees can meet spring, so what if a person dies?"

"If you have a body and have a little soul, you can gather your soul again!" Yang Sanyang whispered.

"I was involved in all my fellow disciples in the mountains and the ancestor who caused me to go far away. I am a sinner in the mountains!" Daoyuan slowly lowered his head, with a hint of sadness in his eyes.

"The ancestor said that it is a destined disaster, so senior sister doesn't have to be sad!" Yang Sanyang sighed.

"Isn't it sad? How can I not be sad if you tell me?" Daoyuan walked towards the peach blossom forest, and saw that the peach blossom miasma in the void avoided it, and the sycamore tree was still red.

Daoyuan stood under the sycamore tree, stretched out his hand and gently touched the sycamore tree. His eyes looked at the fiery red sycamore leaves, and he couldn't help but fall into deep thought and confusion.

Yang Sanyang reached out to take the leaves on the sycamore tree, and for some reason, he always felt a little uneasy.

He didn't know where this wisp of anxiety came from.

"My life is a tragedy! I am a cowardly and incompetent person, I am afraid of failure! My heart is full of hatred! I dare not recall the past! I dare not recall the murderous hatred of my parents!" Two lines of tears fell from Daoyuan's eyes.

"It's all over, and everything is still too late. As long as the senior sister works hard to practice, this hatred can be resolved after all." Yang Sanyang patted Daoyuan's shoulder.

"I've been a fool in my life! I've been a turtle that has been 100,000 years! If my parents knew that I was like this, I would probably want to slap me to death! Life is torture for me! Never end torture! The wailing of my parents before they died, the contempt of the Qilin tribe, and the sarcasm of the Phoenix tribe made me feel at ease all night and could not practice!" Daoyuan's eyes slid down, and his voice began to roar: "I'm an ominous person! The ancestor was killed by me and went away from home, and you were killed by me and lost your treasure and took away your energy. The vast mountain gates were all because of me! They were all because of me!"

"The ancestor won't blame you! I won't blame you either! As for the disciples in the mountain gate, they are just floating dust and will be dispersed sooner or later. For billions of years, the ancestor has received countless disciples, and the only one who can stay is the Taoist Brother alone?"

"My parents died because of me, Lingtai Fangcunshan suffered disaster because of me, and my brothers were implicated because of me! My life was full of pain, and I was never happy! I actually fell in love with the son of my enemy! I wish I could kill myself who had passed away! I wish I could be destroyed and my soul was scattered!"

Daoyuan was crying and turned around and threw herself into Yang Sanyang's arms: "I hate! I hate myself for being incompetent! I hate myself for being cowardly and incompetent! I hate myself for being involved in a group of people! I am a tragedy. I originally wanted to die, why did you have to save me?"

Yang Sanyang was silent after hearing this, and was silent for a long time, then whispered in his ear: "You will never know what you mean to me! You are my light! The light of hope in my life!"

Daoyuan stopped, raised his head and looked at him seriously, as if he wanted to see through every inch of his skin, every pore, and into his bones! Seeing his heart!

"The ancestor said that you will definitely attain Daluo in this life. Even the legendary holy position is very likely!" Daoyuan suddenly spoke, his voice full of inexplicable information.

Daoyuan slowly lowered his head, then suddenly raised his head and kissed Yang Sanyang.

Yang Sanyang was stunned, feeling the softness and sweetness on his lips, and before he could react, he was pushed to the ground by Daoyuan the next moment.

"Are you crazy? Are you sick again?" Yang Sanyang fixed Daoyuan's head with his hands, his eyes full of surprise, and carefully exploring his energy.

"Ba~"

Daoyuan opened Yang Sanyang's palm and pulled his belt away: "I'm not crazy! I just want to vent! That's all!"
Chapter completed!