"Don't be sad. Our Buddhist practices, life and death are just a kind of reincarnation. When the Ming King conquers the world, I will come back."

As the sound faded, the monk's figure had dissipated, leaving only a golden Buddha bone.

When they saw the Buddha's bone, several monks clasped their hands together and recited the Buddha's name silently.

If it weren't for the fact that these Buddhist practitioners had killed the human race in the cave before, Zhao Yang might have felt a little touched.

But he actually regarded his life and death so lightly. The Buddhist practice is indeed a bit terrible as Tianhong said.

The Buddha's bones fell lightly in Qin Bingzhi's hands, causing a twitch on his face, which was dull.

"warehouse--"

A sword roared and a green figure came.

"Where is Ling Xue's soul?" Qin Bingzhi's eyes were a little more energetic, and he looked at the green figure and said.

After a moment of silence, the blue figure shook his head and said, "I have received your reward and have not completed your task. You can change it."

The task was not completed.

Qin Bingzhi slowly looked down at the figure in his arms, and reached out to gently brush it on his face.

"I can escort you to the Spirit Demon Tribe." Mu Canghe looked at Qin Bingzhi and said loudly.

When the monks heard Mu Canghe's words, their expressions changed, but they didn't say anything.

Qin Bingzhi shook his head: "I can't find Ling Xue's soul, what kind of face do I have to go back?"

Mu Canghe came over and said for a while: "Then, I will give you your reward?"

"No need," Qin Bingzhi smiled miserably and said, "A sword weapon may be a treasure for you sword cultivators, but in the eyes of our spiritual demon clan, it is worthless."

Hearing Qin Bingzhi's words, Mu Canghe did not refute, but stood in the air without saying anything.

"I have grabbed a soul, see if it's what you want." Zhao Yang strode forward and handed a jade box to Qin Bingzhi.

This jade box was obtained by him from Huafengyuan using a soul crystal stone to drop the bag.

Qin Bingyi was stunned and reached out to take it. His palm pressed on the box, trembling between his fingers, and he didn't dare to open the jade box for a moment.

"Bang."

The jade box finally opened, and a stream of soul aura emanated.

"Ling Xue..."

Qin Bingzhi cried with joy.

He quickly activated his spiritual power and pressed the figure in his arms to his forehead.

The pure soul dissipated, and then the originally silent figure seemed to show signs of recovery.

"Whoever is surnamed Mu, Ling Xue wants to wake up and needs the Great Elder to use magic to treat her. Please help me bring her back to the Spirit Demon Tribe." Qin Bingzhi raised his head and looked at the Mu Cang River.

Mu Canghe nodded.

"Boy, little brother, you saved me and Ling Xue again." He looked up and down at Zhao Yang, as if he wanted to see through him.

"Anyway, I'm not going to go back to the Spirit Demon Clan. I'll give you this bloodline to repay you for your kindness." As he said that, he reached out and pointed his hand at the center of his eyebrows, and a rich cold air filled his body, and then a blood-colored ice cube the size of a fingernail appeared on his fingertips.

After taking out the small ice cube, Qin Bingzhi's face turned pale in an instant.

"Take it!"

He threw the blood ice at Zhao Yang.

Zhao Yang subconsciously took it and bought the ice. Before he could investigate it, it melted away.

He felt cold all over his body, and then there was no other change.

"The host obtains the Spirit Demon bloodline, obtains special bloodline, and the bloodline power is activated."

A prompt appeared in his mind, which made him stunned.

I didn't have time to sense my own changes carefully, so I saw that Qin Bingzhi had already stood up and looked at the monks and said, "Let's go."

At this time, his eyebrows and eyes were drooping, Buddhist beads were hanging between his neck, and Buddha bones were holding in his hand, which made people feel like they were afraid to get close to him.

"Where are you going?" Zhao Yang couldn't help but say.

Although he had little contact with this handsome Lingde tribe, Zhao Yang still had a good impression of him.

Especially his deep and sadness before, Zhao Yang felt very sympathetic.

"Someone built a pagoda for me, I have to go and see it." Qin Bingzhi turned his head and looked at Zhao Yang and said, "Aren't you said? Saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda."

The monks turned around and left, Qin Bingzhi followed behind with white hair.

Is he going to be a monk? Zhao Yang felt cold in his heart. Seeing that they had already walked away, he hurriedly shouted: "The sea of ​​suffering is boundless and turns back is the shore!"

Qin Bingzhi, who had gone away, shook his whole body, turned around, folded his hands together, bowed to Zhao Yang, and then left straight away.

Zhao Yang was standing in his original place, and his heart was extremely complicated.

Destiny?

The Buddhist practice of this kind of characteristic that makes people unable to resist is really terrible.

"Cultivation is also to cultivate the mind. Only with the mind can you see the scenery." The voice of the ancestor Tianhong sounded softly.

Zhao Yang nodded slightly.

"Actually, if you want to enter Cangyun Sword Academy, I can recommend it to you." Mu Canghe, who was standing not far away, suddenly spoke.

Cangyun Sword Academy is a sect that Mu Canghe was born.

Mu Canghe reached out and threw out a blue-gray rotten swordslave, and Zhao Yang caught it.

"I want to go to the Spirit Demon Tribe, you can use this object to go to Cangyun Sword Academy." After pausing, Mu Canghe said again: "Of course, if you want to go to other sword cultivation sects, you can also get started with this sword sheath."

After taking a deep look at Zhao Yang, Mu Canghe waved his hand and captured the woman of the Spirit Demon clan who was lying on the ground, and then flew away.

The scabbard in his hand is simple, neither gold nor jade, and it seems to be a piece of wood that is about to rot.

Zhao Yang looked at the scabbard in his hand and felt a dazed.

"This Northern Region practitioner seems to be very different from my Western continent..."

Whether it is Mu Canghe or Qin Bingzhi, his personality is all simple and simple that Zhao Yang has never seen before, and he promises a thousand gold.

"Haha, although Xizhou is blocked by the demon clan, it has only been ten thousand years. In the cold and cold land of the northern region, there are few foreign monks, basically isolated from the world, so they are naturally simple." Ancestor Tianhong smiled and said.

Zhao Yang nodded, thinking of the blood power he had obtained before, he quickly investigated it.

Character: Zhao Yang's cultivation level: Five-layer foundation building (severe injury seal)

Kung Fu: Qingfeng Qi Control Technique Skill: Advanced Sword Technique (Great Perfection) (Seal) Flying Spirit Gun Technique (Great Perfection).

Bloodline: Frost Bloodline Spirit Power: Seal Soul War Skill: Soul Soul Soul (Seal)

Flame magic: Flame Spirit Ball (Great Perfection) Flame fire tornado (fixed)…

Water system magic: Ice Blade (Great Perfection) Ice Closing Technique (Great Perfection)…

Earth-type magic: Stone Technique (small completion) Ground-descent Technique (small completion)…

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Wealth: 14.67 million spirit stones, 180 million gold coins, equipment: Shadow Cloak thought it would become a spirit demon, but unexpectedly, this bloodline was called "Frost Bloodline".

Born in the cold, melted in the frost and snow, the elves of water.

After seeing the introduction of "Frost Bloodline", Zhao Yang realized that he seemed to have no feeling of the cold.

Moreover, looking at the white snow, I felt an inexplicable sense of intimacy.

He took a deep breath, his whole body was filled with blood, and he saw countless snowflakes flying around him, as if he wanted to play with him.

He stretched out his hand and snowflakes fell on his palms, but they did not melt, but jumped in his palms.

"It's really easy to get it..." A faint voice sounded, and a black shadow slowly expanded three feet in front of Zhao Yang, turning into a human form.

The figure of Heichi who had escaped before appeared in front of Zhao Yang.

"This bloodline is mine!"

He roared wildly, and a black cloud dragon swallowed Zhao Yang in one mouthful.

A demon cultivator in the Golden Pill realm wants to kill a mortal who is not even in the Qi Refining Realm, but it is just a matter of sneezing.

The Yunlong in Mochi instantly covered Zhao Yang's body, and then Yunlong raised his front paws and grabbed Zhao Yang's head.

"Bang!"
Chapter completed!