You kid! You don't have to be so low-key! !

Chapter 857 Heaven and Earth Have Righteousness

The handsome uncle raised his hand and shook it: "Don't worry, kid! The Yuling Sect will not fall. For your sake, I will have a chat with the old immortal. Remember to come back as soon as possible. The sect is moving soon, and we will be waiting for you!"

Changqing saw the handsome uncle's back suddenly hunched over. The anger that had been pent up for over three hundred years was now dissipated by Changqing's words. Changqing didn't know whether this was a good thing or not. Perhaps for the handsome uncle, this was no longer a master-disciple relationship. No one knew how it could have reached that point...

The guilt overflowing from his heart made Changqing unable to sit or lie still. He no longer had the heart to appreciate such a beautiful scenery. He stood up unsteadily, his body shaking. This body was created by a miraculous medicine called 'Resurrection and Immortal Transformation'. Changqing still remembered the strange itch when the flesh and blood bones were being formed, which was even worse than the pain of the flesh and blood being shattered.

Changqing slowly sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and his consciousness sank, running into the sea of qi. Yes, this was also what Changqing did on purpose. According to Changqing's calculations, the demon master would definitely search the soul, so that the consciousness of the Dharma body would have an opportunity to take advantage.

The Qi Sea was filled with a colorful brilliance, and its powerful aura was like a beast trapped in a cage. This was a backup plan and also a signal. This mortal body had only one chance and could only deliver this one blow. Withstanding the blow from five peerless people was enough to penetrate the defense and expose the location of the demon master.

The consciousness was wrapped in a bamboo slip, which was left by the old master. Unlike others, the bamboo slip left by the old master was the consciousness to protect Changqing, which surprised Changqing. Although the old master was a peerless person, his emotions seemed not to be erased by his cultivation, and he had a bit more compassion.

A scholar... Changqing smiled, calmed down and practiced, his spiritual power slowly seeping into this body, slowly refining and adapting it.

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When he opened his eyes again, the fluctuation of the aura behind him and Changqing's indifference were like the yin and yang of the universe.

An old man in purple appeared behind Changqing at some point in time. He was so imposing and powerful that it seemed as if he was threatening him. It seemed that if Changqing dared to say "no" today, he would be forcibly detained.

"Senior, there is no need to do this. Since I have promised, I will not go back on my word~" Changqing stood up calmly. The morning mist flowed among the mountains. The mountains were hidden in the white smoke. The scenery was unique.

After stretching, this body actually felt a little hungry. I had just started practicing and even my spiritual roots had not awakened yet, so it was a bit troublesome.

The old man in purple followed behind Changqing, feeling a little surprised. How could this guy still be so calm, as if he knew his own ending? The old man, who was already wary of Changqing, became even more cautious at this moment, and withdrew his breath. In this world, there are few people whose thoughts cannot be read, and this little kid in front of him is just like that.

"Boy, are you really not afraid?" the old man in purple couldn't help but ask.

"Scared! But more excited. After fighting for a long time, we can finally chat face to face. Thanks to the opportunity given to me by senior. If senior feels guilty, you can give me more in the future share~" Changqing started to breathe heavily while joking. This body was indeed tired.

The purple-robed old man wanted to laugh: "You little fellow are really strange. Others would have peed their pants when they saw the peerless person, but you are not afraid in the face of danger, and you even have the mind to joke around, which makes me look at you with new eyes. I don't care that the Sword Master and his disciples want to get close to you, you are so clever and eccentric."

"Thank you, Senior Nangong." Changqing said no more. This old man in purple was from a long-standing hidden sect called Nangong. Although he didn't know his name, it would be great to be able to make friends with him.

"I have heard that Senior entered Taoism through poison. I wonder if Senior Nangong has ever heard of - Immortal Bone Blood?" Chang Qing carefully took out a gorgeous red flower.

The old man behind him was speechless, and only heavy breathing could be heard.

"This is..." A black shadow flashed by, and the flowers in his hand disappeared. Changqing even heard the sound of swallowing saliva.

"Senior, be careful. Even the most skilled person can be poisoned by this." Chang Qing reminded him, but looking at the old man, he was not going to listen.

"The stem is white like snow, the stamens are red like bones, and there are no branches or leaves. It is like a flower born from the bone marrow of a god. That's right, that's right! It is the legendary flower that has long disappeared from this world. This is a flower that can only be born in the place where the gods have fallen. Immortal bone blood? Yes, immortal bone blood can only describe this kind of flower." The old man Nangong raised his head and looked at Changqing excitedly: "Where did this flower come from? Are there any more?"

Chang Qing shook his head: "There is a Buddhist mountain in Yingxu, and it is full of these flowers."

"The Buddha sat down and his bones dried up~" There was a hint of sarcasm at the corner of Nangong's mouth, and a bit of regret. Seeing that the roots of the flower were still there, he waved out a piece of soil that shone with five-colored divine light, wrapped it carefully, and disappeared in a flash.

He looked at Changqing with satisfaction and said, "Boy, tell me, what do you want to exchange for this rare flower? As long as you can do it, I won't refuse." As a flower lover, Old Man Nangong knew how precious this flower was just by looking at it. If he could get a glimpse of the secrets from it and use it for himself, maybe it would help him improve his cultivation. Naturally, he was delighted and even didn't want to go to today's peace talks.

"If the Yuling Sect is in trouble, I hope you can help me once!" Changqing bent down and asked.

"Is that all?" Elder Nangong looked at Changqing, seeing his sincerity, not pretending. He was moved by his resourceful nature and nodded, "I understand. This flower is precious, and I will do my best. Let's go, don't keep those people waiting anxiously!"

Changqing nodded and followed. Although the old man Nangong looked gloomy, he was actually a reasonable person, which was a bit surprising.

Inside the Yuling Sect, Shangguan Qiuying cursed inwardly at the unstoppable smile on Old Man Nangong's face, "He's eaten bee shit."

Old Man Nangong was not angry. His mind was now completely focused on the immortal bone blood, so he had no time to argue with a little girl.

The old man stepped forward tremblingly, holding an open scroll in his hand. A clear, peaceful and magnificent aura swept away evil spirits and distracting thoughts, and his heart was filled with peace. Changqing suddenly became more and more fascinated as he watched. It was not a spirit or qi, but a pure spiritual energy, as vast as the mountains and seas. For a moment, he couldn't help but be fascinated by it.

This righteous energy could also transform the universe. Changqing lost himself in it, unable to help but chant softly: "Heaven and earth possess righteous energy, flowing in all directions. Below it becomes the rivers and mountains, above it the sun and stars. In man it is called Haoran, overflowing to the point of filling the vast universe..."

Changqing's voice was very soft, but it was still heard by the old man nearby. His body trembled slightly, and his cloudy eyes were full of brilliance. He pulled Changqing up without saying anything.

The old man shouted, "Everyone, it's time to go."

The void was torn apart, and a dry but extremely warm hand grabbed Changqing's wrist. The next moment, Changqing's eyes were dazed, and when he reappeared, he had already arrived at the range of Hulong Mountain. In the distance, on a mountain top, a demon shadow was shining, which looked peaceful. However, if you felt it carefully, it was actually carrying a kind of cold and murderous aura.

"You are here with ill intentions~" The old man did not rush forward, but instead waved his long sleeves, and an inexplicable light enveloped the two of them.

Changqing was calm. The old man was not a bad person. It seemed that he had something to say.