The Golden Elixir is a Star. Do You Call This Cultivating Immortality?

Chapter 405 Senior, what is your son-in-law’s name?

Fire burned the sky, the sky collapsed and the earth split apart, and the sun and moon lost their light...

 No words can describe this battle.

Stepping into Qi Yuan of the Zi Mansion, let’s not talk about the realm, but only about the performance of combat power. He has reached the extreme of Yang Shen, the great heaven.

At the time of Gongxing, he united with four thousand divine infants and killed Dongjun who was half way to the realm of reason.

Of course, this is related to the fact that Dongjun’s trump card is completely useless to him.

 In terms of spiritual power and dharma-physical body, he is even stronger than the Yang Shen in the Small Realm.

Now, he takes the lead as a **** and Buddha, rushing straight into the three thousand great kalpas.

 The killing continues!

 Blood is flowing!

  Chaos is tearing apart!

 Looking around, they are all enemies, all enemies!

 Since becoming Yuan Dan, Qi Yuan has never experienced such an intense battle.

Even if Qi Yuan's side has an absolute advantage, they can defeat the many with the masses, and the strong can defeat the weak.

Qi Yuan's eyes have long been dyed red with blood. Wearing blood-red armor, he rushes into the Great Tribulation Yuan Ti. Gods will kill gods if they block them, and Buddhas should kill Buddhas!

 The art of slashing the sky and drawing the sword!

 The glare of death!

 Domineering power!

 All the monks breathed a sigh of relief, and the mortals were also shaken, numb and accustomed.

 “There is no real future in the Nine Heavens!”

Just like this, even if it has the upper hand, the Great Tribulation has not been defeated, and it still uses its strongest posture to deal with the innate gods in the sky.

 “Strength is calamity!”

 The six emperors stood behind Qi Yuan, majestic and noble, showing their infinite stature.

"kill!"

All the monks and mortals could not see a corner of the battle at all, and could only judge it by the color of blood and invisible chaos.

They are like ruthless fighting machines, going all out.

 For ten days, the battle between heaven and earth continued.

Hearing this, Qi Yuan was a little speechless: "I shouldn't have let you talk, why are you pretending to be the Riddler for me?"

 It’s all a collision and competition of divine powers!

 Qi Yuan, who had not been injured for a long time, was also injured in this battle.

 In the terrible catastrophe ahead, only the strongest ones are left.

The demon in the mountain and sea scroll was killed with a sword?

Can the demon outside Wugui City block a sword?

At this moment, facing the three thousand great tribulation Yuan Ti, the battle is going to hell.

 The brain has been stored for a long time!

No matter what I want to do, as long as I am strong enough, even the great calamity will touch my feet! "

 He is not hiding!

This battle was extremely brutal.

 The blood either comes from him or from the divine infant.

 The chaotic fragments of the Great Tribulation Yuan Ti also continued to fall into the underworld and turned into a special place.

This blood red color is the robe on Qi Yuan's body, and it is also the blood of the endless divine infant.

At this time, I heard Qi Yuan say: "Hey, if it were anyone else, they might be suppressed by your Riddler and be in great distress.

"kill!"

 The blood is getting richer and the chaos is getting less and less.

In the void, the blood armor on Qi Yuan's body had long since faded away, and he was wearing a long robe, and his whole body was stained red with blood.

 The entire sky turned blood red.

 Perhaps it is because of the great calamity that one has no fear of retreating.

 There is no instant kill, and there is no one-sword kill!

 But I’m sorry, I’m born...not a brainer.

 “Can you...really be able to get rid of the great calamity?”

Qi Yuan’s divine infant was also burned out.

This battle lasted for ten days.

Hunhun Dajie’s expression remains unchanged, and he has no fear of death.

 There was a hint of gloominess in the voice of Hunhun Dajie.

 There was no look of fear or despair in their eyes.

Countless divine powers burst out at this moment, and the killing began again, and ended in half an hour.

 But... not a single Great Tribulation Yuan Ti flinched, panicked, or fled.

“Finally, do you still have lines to read?” Qi Yuan’s body was filled with murderous intent.

Hun He Da Jie finally spoke, his voice in unison.

Qiyuan's four thousand divine infants, who were once innate gods, were also besieged by the Great Tribulation Yuan Ti and were bleeding and trapped in the underworld.

This battle was so fierce that even the Suona team and the mourning team had to take up arms to join the battle.

 Three major skills are used in turn.

 The sky turned red, and the chaos finally disappeared.

Countless monks and mortals looked at the sky.

 The sounds of fighting and roaring suddenly stopped, all the spiritual power disappeared, and there was silence.

The sky seems to have been reduced to an ancient battlefield, and the previous fighting seems to be just a projection of history, a dream.

"it's over?"

 “Did we... win?”

Countless monks and mortals looked up at the sky, or cried with joy.

 When they saw the great calamity swallowing up other worlds, they were actually a little afraid.

 It doesn’t mean that there are too many people...disasters will not happen to individuals.

　　Many mountains and rivers collapsed, and many cities were shattered.

 The false sense of security was **** and torn to pieces, and now, it is being held up by that **** figure!

 Countless monks reveled or shouted.

 “Blood-clothed Sword God!”

 “Qi Yuan, get rid of the great calamity!”

  However, there were also great masters and Yin Shen whose expressions were shocked, but also changed with worry.

In this Canglan Realm...all surnames will be unified from now on?

A look of wisdom flashed in the eyes of True Lord Dazhi: "Man people are most happy and worried about heaven, but they don't know that there are endless worries in this world.

"

At this moment, above the sky, Qi Yuan, who was wearing a blood-colored robe, had a tired look in his eyes.

 In this battle, a total of 327 divine infants were broken and about 3,700 were injured.

 Now, all the divine infants have returned to their original bodies.

As for the Canglan Realm, hundreds of millions of lives were affected and died due to this battle.

Qi Yuan looked at the underworld and sighed softly: "Fortunately, all the marks were left before. As long as there is enough time, the divine infant can be revived, and the dead... can also reappear."

 Before the battle with the Great Tribulation, Qi Yuan slowly visited the Canglan Realm and dyed the sky in the Canglan Realm red.

 He also sees mountains, waters, insects, and leaves a mark on all living beings.

 In this case, even if the creatures in Canglan Realm are shocked to death by the aftermath of the war, they will recover.

Of course, this kind of recovery cannot isolate the imprint of Taihuang Palace.

 Even after recovery, the mark remains.

 Furthermore, if they die because of the mark, they will not be able to recover from the underworld.

 So now, Canglan Realm can only live in his Zifu, separated from the outside world.

 “So tired.”

 At this moment, Qi Yuan felt endless tiredness.

 Four thousand divine infants fight with all their might.

 All mental consumption is concentrated in him.

 All living beings are me, and the innate spirits transform into divine infants. To a certain extent, these divine infants are also him.

 So he is tired from this battle, and he is the gathering of all the divine infants.

 The injuries suffered in this battle are also the sum total of all the divine infants.

 He is now more tired than ever, even more tired than when he beat the old man in the End of the Earth.

 “It’s time to go back and take a nap.”

 Qi Yuan glanced at it.

 The fragments of the Hunhun catastrophe turned into a strange land.

If it were him before, he would definitely rush to see what was inside.

Now, he is really tired and sleepy, so he has to go to sleep for a while. The blood-red light disappeared at this moment, and the red color of the sky in Canglan Realm also disappeared.

　　The sun and moon that reflected the sky, and the stars all over the sky that looked like fireflies on the blood-colored armor also disappeared at this moment.

 Only ten suns can be seen in the sky of Canglan Realm.

Jiang Lingsu in the pavilion seemed to feel something. She lifted up her skirt and flew toward the blood-red figure.

 The rich smell of blood was barely concealed, and there was a trace of fatigue and confusion in the eyes of the blood-red figure.

 “Senior Brother!” Jiang Lingsu looked at him covered in blood, with a look of surprise and distress deep in his eyes.

"I'm so sleepy, let's take a nap." Qi Yuan whispered, his voice was very soft, as if he could fall asleep at any time.

He was extremely tired, and his tense mind relaxed a little at this moment.

"Go to sleep." Jiang Lingsu looked at his senior brother and involuntarily grabbed Qi Yuan's palm.

 She also adjusted her position and sat on the threshold, leaning her back against the door frame.

 Qi Yuan closed his eyes, and his body fell into a sleeping position, resting on Jiang Lingsu's thigh.

 As soon as he closed his eyes, he fell asleep.

Jiang Lingsu hugged Qi Yuan and moved her body slightly to make him sleep more comfortably and softly.

She lowered her head and looked at Qi Yuan's handsome face and the **** face, looking at it seriously without saying anything.

 Qi Yuan closed his eyes and fell asleep with only slight breathing.

The sunlight slanted from the outline of the roof and fell on the bodies of Qi Yuan and Jiang Lingsu, reflecting beautiful light and shadow.

The world also became peaceful and silent.

I don’t know how long it took, but suddenly, a sound like thunder came.

“Where is that kid Qi Yuan, where did he hide? I’m here!”

Jiang Ruhua finally arrived at Fengtianyu and flew to the pavilion.

He looked around and saw a boy and girl sitting outside the threshold.

The young man was dressed in a **** robe and covered in blood. He was lying in the arms of the girl and was sleeping soundly.

He was anxious and was about to say something when he heard Jiang Lingsu's slightly ethereal and complaining voice.

 “Keep your voice down, senior brother is asleep, dad.”

When Jiang Ruhua saw this scene, all the anger he had originally felt disappeared.

"well…"

 He sighed and disappeared.

His daughter spoke to him in this tone, with "Dad" at the end, so how could he be considered the evil person?

 When that kid wakes up, be sure to hit his sinuses!

 Don’t think that because you have the same name as the **** sword god, don’t think that just because you are injured, you can do whatever you want!

Jiang Ruhua cursed and left, sitting quietly in the hall and restaurant below.

“I have to say, this guy has a close relationship with the Blood-clothed Sword God. Both are named Qi Yuan, and they both wear blood-clothed robes.” Jiang Ruhua muttered, sipping a small drink.

He naturally would not think that Qi Yuan was the **** sword **** who resisted the catastrophe, and he had never associated the two together.

 First of all, the blood-clothed sword **** was too far away from him; secondly, that kind of existence would not listen to his bragging on the flying boat.

 After all, in Jiang Ruhua’s imagination, such beings would spend ten thousand years practicing ascetic practices, living in a fairyland, and drinking fairy dew.

 Seven emotions and six desires? I'm afraid it has long been discontinued.

How could his daughter be so virtuous that she could be favored by the blood-clothed sword god?

 “Alas, I can’t keep a female college student.” Jiang Ruhua drank alone.

Just as he was drinking, he felt something was wrong.

 Because, for some reason, many monks appeared one after another in this restaurant.

 Why a monk?

 Because these people appeared calmly and did not make any noise.

After these monks arrived, they did not talk to each other. Instead, they took out the wine they had brought with them and drank it slowly.

Even he, the Divine Infant True King, was not aware of the appearance of these monks.

Jiang Ruhua couldn't help but sigh: "Fengtian Domain is indeed a big domain, and you can meet strong people casually."

He drank, not even daring to make the same noise as before.

 Because these monks in the restaurant drank silently without making any noise.

This made Jiang Ruhua feel ashamed.

He decided that after returning, he must write a book "Jiang Ruhua's Travels in Fengtianyu" to record the high quality of the monks in Fengtianyu.

Well, there are no waiters in the restaurant, and many high-ranking monks come to drink without making any noise.

 The quality is really high.

At this time, two male and one female monks came beside Jiang Ruhua.

The leader sent a message: "Brother, can we sit next to you?"

 He said and looked at other locations.

Jiang Ruhua also looked at it and was suddenly a little frightened.

Unknowingly, everyone is full?

The business in Fengtianyu is also very good. Do you want to expand the Jiang family's industry here?

 “Okay.” Jiang Ruhua quickly replied via voice message.

The monks here are so qualified that they don’t dare to make loud noises and can only transmit messages.

 Wang Lingtong heard this answer and sat here with Wang Lingshan and others.

At this time, the three of them looked a little anxious.

“The monks in your big place are of high quality,” Jiang Ruhua said, with a sigh in his voice.

Hearing this, Wang Lingtong had a worried look in his eyes, and then said: "Brother, we are still free and easy, living a happy life."

“Xiaoyao is a fart!” Jiang Ruhua got angry when she heard this, “Did you know that my daughter was kidnapped by a kid!

　Today, she lost her temper with me because of that boy, which really **** me off! "

Wang Lingtong was a little confused when he heard this.

Aren’t the monks here all here to pay homage to the Blood-clothed Sword God?

This man, why are you still thinking about it?

 “A married daughter is like water thrown away.” He could only comfort her casually.

"Humph, I came all the way from the east to marry my daughter. When that kid wakes up, I won't give him a sinus." Jiang Ruhua was filled with resentment.

There is a war in the sky, and all the monks are in danger. He is thinking about his daughter and his family.

 But he had already run halfway and still arrived at Fengtian Territory.

Wang Lingtong was speechless.

He wanted to say, brother, you are all here to pay homage to the Blood-clothed Sword God, so don’t think about those personal matters.

"Fight, it's time to fight!" Wang Lingtong comforted him.

“Sigh, it’s a pity that that boy is a bit stronger, a level higher than me. It would be a bit embarrassing if he backhanded me.” When Jiang Ruhua said this, his resentment turned into showing off.

 It seems to be saying, Did you see, my son-in-law is a bit powerful?

“State is nothing. Is there any reason in this world for a son-in-law to attack his father-in-law?

If he dares to attack you, brother, I will come forward! Wang Lingtong said casually.

“You are right, alas, people in big places are just reasonable.

If so many great monks gathered near our family, they would have probably started to quarrel and fight. "Jiang Ruhua said, scanning this group of qualified overhauls.

Wang Lingtong was speechless.

 Brother, you don’t know how to pretend to understand, right?

 That one is right up there. Who among them, the great masters, dares to speak loudly?

 I didn’t see the two great masters next to me, but they are enemies of hundreds of thousands of years. When they come here, they can only put aside their original grudges.

Wang Lingtong said nothing more, but waited with peace of mind.

I don’t know how long it took, but suddenly, Jiang Ruhua’s eyes lit up.

"Brother, my son-in-law is here. I'm going to educate him now. If he hits me, you have to support me!" Jiang Ruhua drank some wine and was a little drunk.

 Hitting large sinuses is of course just talk.

How could he lose the face of his family outside?

  But speaking of it, it is still indispensable.

Wang Lingtong was stunned and a little confused.

What's the meaning…

 Your son-in-law is upstairs?

"Brother...senior, what is your son-in-law's name?" Wang Lingtong's heart was filled with turmoil.

 (End of this chapter)