Li Ji quickly passed through the whisker and went down to the blue sky. As for whom he had just killed, he was lazy to ask, a caterpillar was overestimating his ability!

Three months later, when the familiar Qingkong Realm appeared in front of him, even his heart was as hard as iron, he couldn't help but feel a little fluctuating in his heart, familiar forms, familiar breath, familiar characters...

In order to see it again, he spent ninety-nine years, the life of a mortal!

After entering the Qingkong Realm, no monk came to disturb him. It was not that Qingkong's defense was relaxed, nor that he had an invincible aura, but that after feeling his identity as Qingkong, no one came to care who he was.

The Qingkong Realm Airspace is now one of the most tight airspaces in Zuozhou, second only to the supreme Dingxin. After the Dashao Summit, the strength of the Qingkong monks was also unanimously recognized by everyone. The depth of the Three Pure Ones and Xuanyuan's sharpness made the galaxy monks very afraid.

When the Qingkong monks realized their responsibilities in the universe, internal struggles naturally decreased, and the superiors put more energy into the deep space and the universe; the struggles in the realm became a stage for golden elixirs and foundation building. In the eyes of the senior management, it was just a way of training for disciples. Fighting must always be cultivated from an early age!

Li Ji played a great role in it. Although he did not have a sword at the Big Spoon Summit, when he walked out of the raft, the nine wolf talismans shining in his hand still made all the Qingkong monks have honor. This is the birth of a sense of collective honor and has far-reaching significance.

From this point of view, the outstanding individual heroism does have its irreplaceable effect.

After abandoning the raft and leaving the cabin, Li Jihe crashed into the blue sky and earth. This time, there was no more earth-shaking as before, and his inspiration was shocked, with only a faint ripples, and everything was as usual.

He fell all the way and sank into the Xuanyuan Mountain Gate's warning formation like a meteorite. This time, the formation masters of the outer sword finally did not produce any more demon moths. His penis was silent, and even the golden elixirs guarding the warning formation were completely unaware of it.

It is not that the sensitivity of the warning array has been reduced, but that Li Ji is now completely different from the past. The deep cultivation and careful study of the artistic conception of the Great Dao for hundreds of years, countless opportunities, coincidences, difficulties and obstacles, have made his soft strength far exceed the level of ordinary Yin Shen Zhenjun.

Only now he dares to say without any scruples. How many of the Nascent Souls are his enemies? They also include Guanyu and Lian Lu!

There is no need to go back to the cave to repair it; there is no Feiwen Guangfeng or Feilai Peak, or the elephant uncle, you can see it later, because he is afraid that after seeing it, there will be no chance to fool around; there is no return to Xuanyuan City, it is safe, the old couple, there is no need for this warm time...

The destination he has descended is the Zhong Lao Peak!

On the back mountain of Zhonglao Peak, there is a hidden cave where a real person from the outer sword Yuanying guards all year round. In addition, the many hermits on Zhonglao Peak are the peaks that are difficult to approach among Xuanyuan Peak.

Zhenren Fang Ping was autistic and focused on the changes in the Great Dao. This was a leisurely person. Since the exile was first opened, a large number of people poured in. After the time was not as good as one year, until it stabilized at a relatively stable number. After all, most monks have pursuits. Without any necessity, no one is willing to take this step without a future.

Therefore, guarding here is very leisurely and some trivial matters are basically handed over to several Jindans to manage. He only cares about practicing, but generally does not come forward.

As I was thinking about the important point, I felt that someone entered the cave, and his breath was so powerful that it was still far above his hundreds of years old baby. This was very unusual. Those who went to and from exile were basically in the realm of the Golden Elixir. Occasionally, there were a few foundation-building monks who came over. They definitely did not go to exile to seek opportunities. They could only go to that place to do things. What big things are there in that ghost place?

He hurriedly stood up and looked at him, but he saw a young monk entering straight in without any certificates, no sect transmission, and no third place on the plan list. Several Jindans stood aside in restraint, but they didn't dare to say a single fart.

When the young man saw him, he waved his hand carelessly, "Old Fang, you practice your way, you don't need to come to entertain me. I will carry a few boxes of cigarettes in exile. His grandmother's, I haven't smoked cigarettes for this period of time, but I'm so cruel!"

Fang Ping smiled awkwardly, but like those Jindans, he didn't dare to find anyone to ask for any certificate of entry and exit from the exile place; any force always had privileged people, some were due to status, some were based on strength, some were expected to be the most popular, and some were notorious, with fierce flames overwhelming people... But the one who came in was a strong and fierce man in an iron-blooded sect like Xuanyuan, and no one dared to be strong! Even the exile place was built by others, who dared to stop him?

When he saw the man stepping into the space gate, Fang Ping shook his head and cursed in a low voice: It is indeed an undead pest! Why are you going to carry cigarettes in exile? I believe you! If you want to smoke, countless people will send them to the mountain gate. As for a trip in person? This pest may be in trouble!

Then I thought, it's not right! I haven't heard of when this guy came back! I don't know if the sect knows it?

He shook his hand and went straight to Wen Guangfeng. Wen Guangfeng Bu Lian took the sword letter, curled his lips, and sent another one, which was already straight into Feilai Peak. The elephant on Feilai Peak was playing chess with Shangluo. After taking Jianxin, he sighed. Seeing Shangluo's eyes swept, he couldn't help but smile bitterly:

"That evil deed is back. Heaven has passed through a thousand boats, and its life is not long!"

Shangluo was indifferent. Who was Ju Qianzhou? He had never cared about it for a hundred years. The only thing he stranged was that Xuanyuan actually tolerated him to live a hundred years later?

The elephant explained a few words before he stretched his eyebrows, and the young man's bright smile returned to his face. His skill in life artistic conception has finally made progress over the years, and his external form is no longer as it used to be when he was young, middle-aged, and old, but the people who change it don't know what it means.

"Didn't he come back from antimatter space?"

The elephant nodded, "If I go back from the antimatter space, it won't be delayed for so long! Seeing him hurrying to the exile place like this, I think he was going back in another way... He came back once through Linglongjun while building the foundation, would he..."

Shangluo shook his head, "No! At such a long distance, teleporting a foundation building and teleporting a Nascent Soul are two different concepts. They spend a day and are incomparable... My judgment, from the perspective of time, this kid is probably flying back!"
Chapter completed!