My Fairy Clone Traveling Through the Eight Wastelands

After a long time, Zhang Yuan slowly calmed down his restless heart, and he planned to try Ling Qingjue's strength in ascending to the Immortal Realm, so he calmed down and began to operate his spiritual power.

Suddenly, Ling Qingjue only felt a vast and boundless momentum emanating from his body, turning into an invisible clear qi and soaring into the sky.

In an instant, the heavens and the earth were clear, the mountains and rivers flowed, the wind and clouds surged, and all things worshipped, as if all things in the world were subjugated to this majesty like a master.

Fortunately, this momentum only appeared for a moment, and then the heavens and the earth seemed to return to the same as before, but the small beasts nearby had already fled.

Far away in the middle of the earth, a white palace standing above a sea of clouds.

In the middle of a hall in the center of the palace sat an old man in a white-haired robe, and the old man frowned, as if he had noticed something, and thought for a moment.

Then he said loudly: "Daozuo, invite the Daojun of the Seven Directions to come, and there are important matters to discuss." The

old man's voice was like a morning bell at dusk, deafening, and slowly came out of the hall.

The two generals in silver and white armor who stood quietly in front of the door of the main hall like statues, the one on the left suddenly opened his eyes and disappeared again, silently, without a trace.

Beyond the North Sea, there is a place where the black gas is constantly churning and spreading, and there is darkness in a radius of thousands of miles, and from a distance, there is the outline of a giant peak in the black gas.

In the depths of the Giant Peak, there was a huge lacquered object bound by thousands of chains that shone with a faint black light.

When I got closer, I realized that the object was a pitch-black torso with no limbs or head.

The torso was motionless, as if it were dead, and there was silence all around.

Suddenly, there was a "bang", and a strong heartbeat came from the torso.

And Ling Qingjue and Zhang Yuan had already been overwhelmed by the massive amount of high-quality spiritual power when the momentum had just risen.

。。。。。。

As the sun sets, the sky is blazing red.

The fingers of both bodies trembled slightly, and then they slowly opened their eyes together.

There was some pain and dizziness in his head, Zhang Yuan was confused, then his eyebrows froze, he sat up with his forehead, looked at the two visions, and said in his heart, "It seems that it wasn't a dream before."

After feeling it carefully, there was no damage to both bodies, and I was a little relieved.

However, he found that Zhang Yuan's body was already sleeping on the bed, and he was wondering.

"Yuan'er, are you better?" Suddenly, a faint female voice came from my ears.

Zhang Yuan looked for a sound and found a cold woman in white sitting on a chair in the outer hall, her long straight black hair hanging down her waist, and her light eyes were looking at this side.

Seeing this person clearly, Zhang Yuan checked his dress.

After confirming that it was neat, he hurriedly got out of bed, went out of the room, and came to the woman's side.

He bowed and said, "Master, the disciple is fine." "

This woman is Zhang Yuan's master, Wu Huaimeng, a peerless genius who reached the Jindan stage in her sixties.

Now Wu Huaimeng is more than seventy years old, but the immortal cultivator is young for a long time, and his face is still like a girl of twenty-eight, fresh and beautiful.

Wu Huaimengxian pointed to a small jade bottle on the table next to him, "Well, I see that your soul is weak, this is a bottle of soul nourishing pill, which can speed up your cultivation of your soul."

Then her pair of eyebrows frowned slightly, looked at Zhang Yuan who was bowing, and her tone was faintly reproachful: "You must be cautious when breaking through this kind of major event, this time you are lucky and did not cause trauma to the soul, otherwise it will be difficult for you to practice in the future."

The most taboo is to be anxious on the way to cultivation, Yuan'er, you still have a long way to go, understand?

Zhang Yuan listened to his master's teachings, and he regretted it in his heart.

What Master Venerable said was right, even if his soul was weak was not due to a breakthrough, it was also caused by his reckless mobilization of Ling Qingjue's huge spiritual power.

How can the soul of the god who has only only built the foundation period withstand the majesty of the massive aura of the Immortal Realm, and it is thankful that there is no soul scattered, and now that I think about it, I can't help but feel afraid for a while.

Listening to Wu Huaimeng's worried reproach, Zhang Yuan admitted his mistake and said, "Yes, the disciple remembered it, which made the master worried." "

Hey, just found out that Goldfinger's mood was fluctuating, and he made such an unwise move, Zhang Yuan blamed himself from the bottom of his heart.

Looking at Zhang Yuan's lower and more ruthless head, Wu Huaimeng sighed lightly: "That's it, you have always been smart, you should know it in your heart, and you don't say much as a teacher."

As she spoke, she held a long sword in her hand.

Frowning slightly, he stretched his thin lips with light pink, and said with a little relief: "But don't be presumptuous, with your qualifications to be able to step into the foundation after thirteen years of cultivation, it is enough to merge into the ranks of geniuses, this sword is called 'Destroying Blade', you have now successfully built the foundation, and I will give it to you as a teacher, I hope you will have a good life in the future."

Zhang Yuan was happy when he heard the approval of his master, but when he looked at the familiar silver-white long sword, he turned into astonishment.

still remembers that he had just crossed over and encountered a life-and-death crisis not long ago.

At that time, the white garment descended in front of him like a god.

The three-foot green peak in his hand flew, leaving a stump and drifting away.

The word 'Destroying Blade' engraved on the hilt of the sword was deeply engraved in his mind.

This is Wu Huaimeng's former sword!

Wu Huaimeng is a sword cultivator, and what a sword means to a sword cultivator Zhang Yuan knew, so he didn't pick it up, and hurriedly said, "Master, this sword is too expensive.

"Needless to say, just accept it, there is still something to deal with for the teacher, and when your soul recovers, come to the treasure storage hall to find me."

After speaking, without waiting for Zhang Yuan to say more, Wu Huaimeng waved his sleeves, and the long sword flew into Zhang Yuan's arms, and then flew away.

"Yes, Master Xie!"

Seeing his most respected master disappear into the sky, Zhang Yuan came to the table and took the small jade bottle in his hand.

Looking at the words on the jade bottle.

"Vitality Pill?"

He shook his head helplessly, it seemed that he would have to exchange for the Bottle Soul Nourishing Pill by himself later.

Then he returned to the bed and sat cross-legged.

Thinking of the scene where he fainted due to the invocation of Ling Qingjue's spiritual power before, his face gradually sank.

Sure enough, it was still whimsical, and such a huge spiritual power was not something that he could grasp now.

The reason should still be in the spirit.

The spirit of this world is very important to the monks.

The divine soul is the soul that grows up, and it can only grow through the breakthrough and the accumulation of years.

The more powerful the spirit, the better it can control its own strength.

For example, in this world, the body of a warrior is compared to a car, and the spirit is the driver who drives the car, and can control everything in the car.

The more drivers know, the more skilled they are, and the faster the car can drive safely.

Then Ling Qingjue's body is equivalent to a sophisticated rocket, and he can't control it at all.

In fact, in two lives, Zhang Yuan's divine soul is already much stronger than that of the monks in the same world.

But at present, it is far from enough to completely control Ling Qingjue's strength.

Zhang Yuan sighed slightly, at present, he couldn't even let the two bodies do their own things.

When Wu Huaimeng was still here just now, all the actions made by Zhang Yuan's side were also done by Ling Qingjue's side.

It still takes time to get used to it and exercise.