Sang Jue didn't have much thought about the young palace master, especially when her mother told her that this was actually just a guardian.

"I hope Yaoyao can wake up soon." Sang Jue was looking forward to the bamboo house that emitted a hint of soft light from his palm.

It is rare to have magic weapons that can nurture the spirit of the weapon. If it weren't for many coincidences, Yaoyao would probably no longer exist. But these coincidences are also entanglements of many causalities and effects, and it is hard to tell who is right and who is wrong. In short, it happened one after another.

Sang Jue couldn't help but sigh that what happened these days was completely beyond her imagination. Perhaps when she talked to others, she would ask her to read less of the book of cultivating immortals, and it was all ridiculous.

However, all this is true.

Her special physique is not for no reason. She is not born to raise her, but a person with her parents' flesh and blood.

No matter how dark and unclear the future will be, no matter how many troubles there are, she will continue to walk on.

Even if the lost relatives can be reunited, what are other difficulties?

"Mom, let's practice together and ascend together!" Sang Jue decided to put aside those negative things, everything was an external conflict, and just go with the flow, without having to worry too much.

Sang Qingqing also nodded: "We have just practiced and said that we ascended too early, so we can only say that we are competing for flying."

"Walking with the sky and flying against the sky, this is my future path." Sang Jue suddenly felt enlightened as he thought.

Parents are the best mentors for children and women, and she is glad that she has a good mother.

She sighed softly, let go of the boredom of "killing" Suo Luo, correcting the mistakes, and being cautious first.

No matter how others treat her in the future, she should not give up on herself. What's more, in the face of the temptation to ascend to immortality, the saint may have a few thoughts of separation.

"Mom, please help me see what's going on with that needle?" Sang Jue put away the bamboo house and turned to caress his heart.

Sang Qingqing touched her chin: "Let's take a look."

When she reached out to investigate, the whole space was spinning, and a fish head with a lantern appeared in the air while shaking.

"What's the matter?" Sang Qingqing was majestic in front of outsiders, and was completely inferior to her previous warmth and liveliness.

Sang Jue looked at the creature that looked like a fish head in surprise, and was curious that there were such monsters in the world.

The fish head tilted and said respectfully: "When Qianlong Palace collected treasures independently, a monk was introduced. I would like to ask the master how to deal with it?"

"That monk has his own adventure, just let him pass the level as usual." Sang Qingqing was curious, "In the deep sea barrier, I don't know what treasures can be collected, but I want to take a look."

The fish head was leading the way with a lantern in front, while Sang Qingqing followed with Sang Jue behind.

The arc-shaped stairs hovered up, and as people walked, the stairs seemed to be alive.

It was pitch black all around. Sang Jue guessed that if someone hadn't led the way, there would have been countless fears and dangers rushing up and tearing the people on the ladder.

Gradually, when the stairs completely disappeared, Sang Jue was stunned to find that he was standing on the dome of the hall where he first came in.

The feet were transparent, and you could clearly see a red-robed monk in the palace below chasing a fast-moving black box in anger.

There is no doubt that the thing in the black box is the secret treasure collected independently by Qianlong Palace, which is really quite spiritual.

The monk in red robe sprayed a sturdy red breath and raised his big hand: "Don't leave, you stubborn spirit!"

The black box in front seemed to be mocking him, twisting, breaking through the light balls floating in the air, and throwing the treasures of the light balls at the red-robed monk.

"I don't want any of these. The world-class spiritual treasure fragments are destined to be owned by me!" The red-robed monk waved his hands, and fire dragons burst out from his body, with great momentum of killing Buddha and killing gods.

Sang Jue was stunned. It turned out that Huo could play like this, so amazing. She suddenly felt that whether she was herself or another of herself, using the heavenly fire, was simply a waste of resources.

Seeing those treasures that were blocking the way turned into ashes in the flames, Sang Qingqing felt extremely distressed.

"Where did the fire cultivation come from? It messes up my palace, destroys my treasures, and forbids the spirits!" With Sang Qingqing's order, the hall changed.

The ground was rippled after ripples. Before the red-robed monk could react, countless chains rose flat on the ground, and the sudden whereabouts of the sky net above his head fixed the monk in place.

The red-robed monk flashed a surprise and said, "Senior, don't blame me, Xiao Xiu has no intention of disturbing the cave, just to pursue the lost things, please forgive me."

"Hahaha, if you get to my territory, that's my thing. You'll either be detained here or get out!"

"Senior, so rude!" The red-robed monk looked at the source of the sound and finally looked at the dome. His body struggled hard, and bursts of black smoke came out of the chains and nets.

"What a powerful fire technique." Sang Jue became more and more frightened as he looked at it, and he felt more and more shallow.

She looked carefully for a while and suddenly wondered: "What a familiar person?"

At this moment, the demon pet Chantu on Sang Qingqing woke up, rolled up his fat body, lifted the big insect head and sniffed it hard, looked down and shouted: "Why is this old fire monster coming? Master, kill him quickly!"

Sang Jue hurriedly asked: "You know him, who is he?"

Chantu curled his lips: "He is the enemy who has caused me a lot of trouble, a fire-playing insect named Tenghe."

"Tenghe?" Sang Jue suddenly thought of this name when he asked Yun Guanyue and others about the destruction of Lingzhen's small world in Bingpo Peak.

Sang Qingqing looked up: "Xiao Jue, do you know him?"

Sang Jue continued to observe the appearance of the monk in red robe, and the more he looked, the more he felt like him.

At this time, the red-robed monk roared, and even more intense black fire appeared all over his body. He laughed to the sky: "Dare to block my true dragon Tenghe's way, you are looking for death!"

"Tenhe Zhenjun, it's really him." Sang Jue knew that although he was called Zhenjun, because his feet were special, he started again after the tribulation. He was called Zhenjun, and his actual combat power was extraordinary.

"Mom, you have to seal and imprison according to the strength of Taoist Lord." Seeing that the chains were about to be scrapped, Sang Jue quickly reminded him.

Sang Qingqing also immediately reacted, not caring about her having to control part of the authority of Qianlong Palace at this time and pressing it all over. No treasure backing is important than her own life, and she believes her daughter's words.

"Haha, the treasure is mine, who can stop it?" True Lord Tenghe roared, and when he opened his arms and felt proud, the chains that had just dispersed suddenly became solid, and a golden bell fell from the sky, trapping it firmly.

True Lord Tenghe saw darkness in front of him. He couldn't move, thinking about the world-class spiritual treasure fragments in the black box outside.

This is the second time, he is so unwilling to accept it. Who intercepted him again?!
Chapter completed!