My Fairy Clone Traveling Through the Eight Wastelands

Lush ancient forests.

Ling Qingjue was squatting by a lake, staring at the reflection in the water in amazement.

Three thousand green silk draped behind him, and a few strands of hair hung down in front of his shoulders due to gravity, slightly messy but as if it should have been, naturally revealing casualness.

The curved willow eyebrows are not drawn, a pair of beautiful eyes are staring wide at the moment, the pupils are out of focus, the eyelashes are trembling slightly, the delicate nose is slightly towering, and the cherry mouth is slowly opening wide, reflecting the surprise of its owner at the moment.

Zhang Yuan has been in this world for so many years, and he has seen not a thousand but eight hundred female cultivators, but he has never seen anyone so beautiful as to be so thrilling.

Plus the charm of that realm brings a hint of nothingness.

directly stunned himself, and he couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.

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I don't know how long time passed, but Ling Qingjue finally came back to his senses.

With a wry smile on the corner of her mouth, she sat directly by the lake.

Just now, he has been proficient in two-lane control, and now he can control the two of them to go their own way.

At least there won't be a situation where you hit a tree while walking here, or fall into a pit while walking that side.

Just now I found a lake on Ling Qingjue's side, and I wanted to see what Ling Qingjue looked like with the curiosity that ordinary people have.

Then she froze.

Unlike in his previous life, when there was only a vague model in a 2D game, he didn't understand the meaning of the word 'Xianzi' in that game until just now.

It's like turning on the charm magic power at any time, absorbing the spirit.

As a result, he is now a little cautious in controlling Ling Qingjue's body, and the psychology of being ashamed of himself also arises spontaneously in the bottom of his heart.

It seems that he now has one more task, and that is to Xi Ling Qingjue's charm.

There's a long way to go.

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Just when Zhang Yuan was there to familiarize himself with the control of the double opening, Wu Huaimeng also returned to the main hall of the Treasure Storage Hall. She has been with Zhang Yuan all day today, and the jade slips sent by the disciples today have not been dealt with.

She sat in front of the desk, put aside the jade slip that had been read in her hand, and looked at the book slips that had been piled up one foot high.

The Yunmeng Sect has Yuanying Zhenjun in charge, and it is the largest sect within a radius of nearly 10,000 miles, and there are several countries in the sphere of influence.

In addition, there has been friction between the sect and the Bixiao faction recently, the material transfer is frequent, and there are still many places that need to be handed over to the inner and outer affairs hall of the gate, and there are even more things that need to be dealt with.

Although Wu Huaimeng is already an elder of the Treasure Storage, he doesn't need to do everything himself, but he still needs to go through the accounts, after all, the Treasure Storage Hall is equivalent to the finances of the sect, and there can be no mistakes.

However, Wu Huaimeng seemed to have remembered something happy, which made her temperament softer when she was cold.

The corners of his mouth on his expressionless face rose slightly, and he muttered to himself: "Although Zhang Yuan's cultivation was not slow before, he was still a little withdrawn in the end, I hope this breakthrough can make him more confident."

Thinking like this, he suddenly seemed to notice something, his expression returned to indifference, his eyes looked at the pillar of the hall, and said, "Miaoling, what are you doing in the Treasure Storage Palace?"

Not long after the words fell, a small head poked out from behind the pillar, the little face was white, the skin was brittle and broken, there were two small balls on the head, a few blue ribbons hung down, and there was a trace of panic in the watery eyes.

looked at Wu Huaimeng in front of the main hall, and saw that she was still looking at this side expressionlessly, so she slowly and reluctantly walked out from behind the pillar and came to the middle of the hall to stand.

This girl is Zhang Yuan's senior sister Han Miaoling, who has just turned sixteen years old, but because she was brought back to the sect by Wu Huaimeng since she was a child, she started earlier than Zhang Yuan, so she is Zhang Yuan's senior sister.

The girl stood in the middle of the hall, lowered her head and whispered, "Return... Back to Master, it's not sneaky, I'm just afraid of disturbing you" The voice is crisp and melodious. After speaking, he secretly glanced at Wu Huaimeng, and couldn't help but underestimate in his heart: "How can I turn my face faster than turning a book, and I was still laughing just now."

Wu Huaimeng still looked at her lightly: "Oh? I punished you to clean the inner hall of the Treasure Hall before, can you clean it well? Hearing

this, the little girl standing in the middle of the hall was full of excitement, and stumbled and said, "Already... Cleaned 10... There are three.

"Then what are you going to do here?" Wu Huaimeng said.

Han Miaoling raised her head and twisted: "Did Senior Brother Zhang succeed in breaking through?" Can I go to him? After saying that, with a look of anticipation, he almost had a dog's tail behind his ass and wagged it.

Wu Huaimeng looked at her expectant look and couldn't help but feel a little helpless, and said, "You want to go to his place to eat again." He has successfully broken through, you also need to learn from him well and Xi hard, otherwise the realm will not be able to keep up with your junior brother, and will be pulled farther and farther away.

Han Miaoling didn't care and said, "Okay, okay, I know, then I'll go clean up, goodbye, master." After speaking, he picked up the broom, bucket, and mop that were placed behind the column, and ran out with a smoke, for fear that Wu Huaimeng would stop her again.

Wu Huaimeng looked at her distant figure and shook her head slightly, continuing to deal with the affairs of the sect.

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There are no years in practice, and seven days are fleeting.

The dense and lush ancient mountain forest, the beasts in the mountains and forests are frolicking, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, and they are full of vitality.

In the lush forest, there is a piece of land that seems to have been plowed by a prehistoric beast, and the trees have fallen down, and the ploughed soil is mixed with many unknown plant leaves and broken branches, exuding a fresh earthy fragrance.

There are also several huge ravines that are more than ten zhang wide and hundreds of zhang long.

Ling Qingjue was standing on one of the broken tree trunks at the moment, looking at the mess in front of

her and smashing a towering giant tree that smashed at her with a pink fist, sawdust flying, and her fair little face showed a satisfied look.

After these days of hard work, Xi she was not only familiar with the distraction control, but after her soul was completely recovered today, she also tested the strength of Ling Qingjue, which she could currently play.

He didn't have any memory when he had Ling Qingjue's clone, and the skills and spells he knew in the game had not been inherited, so he could only use the exercises and spells he knew at the moment to test it slowly, and the surrounding scene was her masterpiece just now.

Taking his master's Jin Dan's sword cultivation in the early stage as an example, the power of Ling Qingjue's physical body is definitely comparable to the power of his master's swordsmanship.

She also carefully tested the spiritual power that she could currently control with her own foundation divine soul.

At most, he could only mobilize the slightest trace of spiritual power in Ling Qingjue's body, and no matter how many divine souls he had, he would be dizzy.

Don't underestimate this trace of spiritual power, if you attach it to the moves and spells you play, the power will increase exponentially.

The few huge ravines in front of us are proof of this.

The most important thing is that she doesn't need to recover her physical strength and spiritual power at all, unless her own soul can't bear it, or it is infinite firepower.

He has limited knowledge, and he can't deduce the specific strength of Ling Qingjue at present, but with the strength that Ling Qingjue is showing now, it must be above his master.

His master's cold face flashed in his mind, and his heart was excited.

The top priority is to quickly merge the two bodies, so that Zhang Yuan's safety factor will be greatly increased.

Naturally, some shy images flashed through my mind.

Cough.

Before that, he still had to figure out where Ling Qingjue was now, Zhang Yuan had the impression that there was not such a large vast dense forest near Yunmeng Sect.

"Let's hope it's not too far off."

Ling Qingjue muttered to herself and made up her mind, Ling Qingjue threw out a branch, looked at the direction in which the branch fell, picked up the weak spiritual power that could be controlled at the moment, and flew out directly, she planned to get out of this primeval forest first.