After pondering for a moment, Sunan waved his hand and put away the Bodhi Gold. The natal Taoist tool must be in harmony with itself. What kind of thing is nurtured and refined depends on Changqing's choice. After putting away the divine gold, he looked at Zhao Shanke, who was still there, and said with a faint smile: "Tianwu, Kasyapa took a piece of divine gold as compensation, and you can take care of the rest by yourself." Zhao Shanke was silent when he heard this, feeling depressed in his heart. I wanted to express my anger today, but my anger didn't come out, and I even made myself embarrassed. No nonsense, he waved his backhand and threw a volume of Tianjie Fist Sutra to Sunan. He glanced at Wu Jiuling with a gloomy face, then looked at Sunan and said: "In one year's time, the Northern Territory Tianwu will worship their ancestors. I'll wait for your descendants of the Su family to come and cause trouble." After the words fell, Zhao Shanke stepped away.
But the direction he left was not the Northern Region, but the Western Region where Kassapa was. He came here today to help. This loss cannot be attributed to him. He has to ask Kasyapa to reimburse him. Furthermore, he was also jealous of the Bodhi Divine Gold. … "Stingy guy." Taking a look at the boxing sutra in his hand, Sunan curled his lips. This boxing technique is called 'Cangyu Preparing Fist', and its grade is quite high, reaching the mid-grade level of the Heavenly Level. But few people practice this. It's not that it's not powerful, on the contrary, this punch is too strong. It can continuously accumulate energy to absorb the energy between heaven and earth, and condense it on the fist edge. Once it explodes, it is like the sky breaking apart, with infinite power. But this boxing technique takes too long to accumulate momentum. Who would stand there stupidly, waiting for you to successfully accumulate momentum? By the time you finish condensing this punch, people will have killed you thousands of times. "The hiccup is pretty good. Although it's useless, it depends on who uses it. If you use it well, it's no worse than a top-level boxing technique at the heaven level." Wu Jiuling glanced away, drank a large gulp of strong wine, and said drunkenly. "Forget it, I'll give it to Chang Qing together with the Bodhi Gold. It's up to him whether he practices or not." After saying that, Su Nan looked at Wu Jiuling with a headache. "You drink every day, and you never have enough?" Along the way, Wu Jiuling drank at least seven or eight gourds of wine. "What do you think I want?"
Wu Jiuling grinned drunkenly, "If it weren't for these drinks, I would have died a long time ago." When Su Nan heard this, he raised his eyebrows and reached out to pat Wu Jiuling on the shoulder. After a moment, his eyes moved slightly. In his consciousness, the world inside Wu Jiuling's body was in pieces, and a stream of imperial will kept destroying the world that was about to collapse. The wine Wu Jiuling drank moistened his dilapidated body like rain. Although it treated the symptoms but not the root cause, it still had some effect. "Don't look at it, it's not curable." Wu Jiuling smiled casually, "Injured by the imperial soldiers, the foundation will be destroyed, but only one life will be left." Su Nan looked a little weird when he heard this. He patted Wu Jiuling on the shoulder and sighed: "You old boy is lucky. You resisted the imperial soldiers and didn't die without saying anything. Then you met me again." "Teach my son well, maybe there will be a miracle." There was no cure for Wu Jiuling's injury unless the Dan Emperor appeared. But Su Nan understands that if there is anyone in the world who can really save Wu Jiuling, it must be Chang Qing. "Hey, are you trying to trick me into accepting a disciple?" Wu Jiuling curled his lips, then thought for a moment, shook his head and said: "That's all, I'm afraid I won't be able to wait until the Imperial Road is opened and the Emperor's body appears." "It's okay to let your son keep the inheritance. Even if he fails to practice, he can still pass it on." Su Nan immediately became upset when he heard this, "How do you know my son can't succeed?" He cursed in his heart, as expected, the martial arts practitioners were all ordinary men who couldn't speak. Look at this little fairy. Changqing has not been able to express his awe-inspiring aura for two years, yet he still has Ru Xian praising him to the sky. This old boy has no emotional intelligence at all. "Right." Su Nan seemed to have remembered something, looked at Wu Jiuling and said: "The Little Immortal Sect will open its doors in three days, and a large number of geniuses will attend." "Chang Qing's qualifications are considered to be average among those people, and they are inconspicuous." "After the ancient stone carving test, the response should be mediocre. In addition, with no cultivation level, the elders are afraid that no one will accept him." "When the time comes, you see the right time and end up, and reluctantly accept Chang Qing as your disciple." "Create a feeling of entering the sect after going through hardships, so that Changqing will practice harder." Listening to Sunan's tireless explanation of a lot of precautions, Wu Jiuling's drinking hand stopped.
He looked at the sky speechlessly and sighed in his heart. "How can one learn the inheritance of the Martial Ancestor with such qualifications!" … Taixu Forbidden Abyss, the site of the Sword Emperor Sect. When everyone in the Su family saw Fanyin trying to run away, they were initially shocked and wanted to chase her. But when they saw Ruxian in the dark, everyone immediately relaxed. What a joke, not to mention that Fanyin was seriously injured and dying, even if Fanyin was in full condition and encountered Ruxian, he would only die. Sure enough, within just a moment, Li Qingchen returned with a calm face carrying the breathless Sanskrit music. Everyone's eyes were a little hot when they saw this. Although today was very dangerous, the harvest was also huge. Not to mention anything else, just the essence and blood of these powerful Buddhists is a treasure comparable to holy medicine. "Senior, do you have anything else to tell me?" Li Qingchen casually threw the Sanskrit sound aside, and then looked at 'Su Changqing', or rather the old man who was about to disappear. "Are you this child's teacher?" The old man looked at Li Qingchen with a smile. He had an aura that was very similar to Su Changqing's and couldn't hide it from him. Moreover, he could feel two terrifying divine seals protecting him in Su Changqing's body, one of which came from the person in front of him. "Study with me for two years." Li Qingchen smiled upon hearing this. "It seems that this child's identity is not simple." The old man glanced at the strong men in the sky, and the smile on his face became a little wider. "Really extraordinary." Li Qingchen glanced at Su Changqing and chuckled: "He is the son of the domain lord of this domain, and his father is invincible in the world." "Hahaha." The old man laughed heartily when he heard this, "In that case, there is no need to hide this inheritance too much." After the words fell, he slowly left Su Changqing's body, and his illusive and almost transparent body emerged from the world. Su Changqing, whose consciousness was in confusion, suddenly fell into unconsciousness and was supported by Li Qingchen. The old man looked at Li Qingchen and said with a smile: "In ancient times, our Sword Emperor Sect had an old enemy who wanted to destroy our sect and destroy my inheritance." "Since the fire is burning today, this child will bear the consequences whether he wants it or not." With that said, he bowed to Li Qingchen and the strong men of the Su family. "Our Sword Emperor Sect has declined to this point. We are no longer able to protect our sect leader's growth. I will trouble you all even more in the future."
When Li Qingchen and the powerful men of the Su family saw this, they all responded with complicated expressions. They could hear the weakness in the old man's words and his desire to follow the new sect master. However, in the end, it was nothing more than a lingering obsession. The old man slowly ascended to the sky holding a stone sword, and his illusory body gradually ignited with golden flames. Bright fireworks lit up the sky. The old man was bathed in the sacred light, his eyes looking into the sky. He seemed to have seen the future. A young man with golden eyebrows was suppressing all directions like an emperor. He climbed onto the imperial road without any enemy. "Hahaha." The old man's hearty laughter resounded throughout the sky, and the body that was about to completely dissipate merged with the stone sword, and fell hard towards the depths of the Sword Emperor Sect ruins. boom! A thunderous roar sounded, and a magnificent tomb emerged from the ground. The barrier was shrouded and the mist rose. The old man disappeared completely, but a smiling voice resounded throughout the world. "This is the last gift that our Sword Emperor Sect leaves to our sect master." "When the emperor's mark can be condensed into a sword, come and get it yourself." When everyone in the Su family heard this, they all turned stiffly and looked at the magnificent tomb that was gradually shrouded in mist. The vast, terrifying, and supreme aura spread in all directions, making everyone present, even the great sage, tremble with fear. Li Qingchen's pupils also tightened, and he murmured after a while, "Imperial Mausoleum!"