Fantasy: My Talent Can Add Points

The billowing dead air inside the gate rushed towards the face, thick and agitated, gray and mysterious.

The door was extremely quiet, as if there was no one there.

"Remember, don't talk when you go in, don't pay attention to anything."

Zhou Qing explained, and the three of Tuobaye nodded solemnly.

Then step into the door step by step and disappear.

"Take a look, take a look, the Ten Thousand Years Divine Lotus, the price is fair."

"The ginseng fruit that blooms once every 100,000 years and bears fruit once every 100,000 years can revitalize the spirit, strengthen the bone marrow, and become immortal after taking it."

"Young man, the old man is amazed at your bones, and you are extremely talented. I have a copy of "The Curse of Rebirth" by the secretary here, do you want to know about it?"

"Do you want to become a Buddha and be the master? I have three thousand great worlds. One can prove the Tao, ten can become a Buddha, and one hundred can be eternal life. The three thousand great worlds gather together, and the eternal world should be the master."

"I am the Great Emperor, with a chaotic body, and I overwhelm a generation of arrogance. I can be my disciple and take you with you forever."

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Entering the city, the sky is full of bright sun, blue and white clouds.

All kinds of yelling came from my ears, like divine voices bursting out, and my heart was yearning to hear it.

Many disciples of Ninth Grade Sect are already in the city.

Everyone showed bright and stretched smiles, as if they were in heaven.

These shouts all came from some peerless figures exuding terrifying power.

Even just hearing the voices of these people seems to be enlightened, Realm is loose, ready to breakthrough at any time.

Right in front of Zhou Qing and the others, a handsome young monk was looking at him with a tiny face.

He breathed golden light, Kasaya was dressed, holding a Zen staff and holding a golden bowl.

Snow-white Kasaya, covering his whole body, intertwined with golden threads, sheltered by virtue, makes the whole person even more dignified, just like the Western Buddha, Sacred is untainted by mortal dust.

"Almsgiver, the poor monk sees that you have a predestined relationship with me in the West. How can you escape from the Underworld in the Sea of ​​Bitterness of all living beings? Why don't you enter my West to be detached and free, and enjoy bliss forever?"

The Buddha's divine voice was bursting, and the word "卍" filled the sky during the speech, which contained the terrifying energy of Sacred.

For some reason, Zhou Qing's eyes gradually became a little confused, and the western bliss appeared in front of her eyes, free and detached.

Isn't this the longevity that Zhou Qing has been pursuing?

Why not step into the Sea of ​​Bitterness in the world?

Just as Zhou Qing was lost to the extreme, there was a burst of coolness from the empty jade around his waist.

In an instant, the endless bliss cloud in front of Zhou Qing's eyes shattered like a dream bubble.

Where is bliss?

Zhou Qing's heart shuddered, her face full of horror.

This place is too weird.

Everything in front of him was beyond Zhou Qing's perception.

If everything is false, then why is the aura they emit so powerful and terrifying? As if the Great Emperor Buddha really came to the world.

"Almsgiver, the poor monk sees that you have a predestined relationship with me in the West. How can you escape from the Underworld in the Sea of ​​Bitterness of all living beings? Why don't you enter my West to be detached and free, and enjoy bliss forever?"

While thinking about it, the Buddha spoke again.

However, this time Zhou Qing was already vigilant and did not respond.

He kept in mind the explanation of the old man surnamed Luo, and didn't say a word.

The Buddha looked at Zhou Qing in surprise, then smiled slightly, and walked towards the other Sect disciples.

The three people behind Zhou Qing already had smiles on their faces, as if they were in an endless world of peace and happiness.

But the subconscious mind of the three still kept Zhou Qing's words in mind, and did not speak.

Suddenly, Zhou Qing saw a Tianya Haige disciple.

This disciple was called Hou Yuanqing, and at this moment he was standing in front of a ragged beggar.

The beggar's eyes are far and wide, and Devilish Qi bursts all over his body, swallowing the sky and breathing out the sun, powerful and unparalleled.

"Who is in control of the ups and downs in the vast land? Only my Taoist ancestor."

The strange thing is that the beggar is clearly Devilish Qi, but he calls himself the Taoist ancestor.

And his eyes were blurred, and he seemed a little delirious.

"Enter my Taoist ancestor's sect, and prove the Hunyuan Infinity Dao, immeasurable, immortal, and untouched by Karma, are you willing?"

A bright smile appeared on Hou Yuanqing's face, he immediately knelt down and said loudly, "I am willing, I am willing, I am willing..."

Over and over again, it is the four words "disciple is willing".

"Good, good!" Daozu's Devilish Qi all over his body became more intense, and the Devilish Qi rolled, shaking the heavens and the world, and said awe-inspiringly: "Then are you willing to sacrifice 10 years of life?"

"I am willing, I am willing, I am willing..." Hou Yuanqing kowtowed continuously, with blood streaming from his forehead, as if there was no pain.

"Okay!" Daozu stretched out a finger and pointed at Hou Yuanqing's eyebrows, and then a white breath of life reached Daozu's eyebrows.

Zhou Qing was horrified, charging ten years of life?

But for thousands of years, how many cultivators have entered the fairy tomb?

Which one will become a Buddha?

I'm afraid they were all charged ten years of life.

The ten-year lifespan is very ingenious, because for the cultivator, it is difficult to detect that there are more than ten years and less than ten years.

Zhou Qing didn't say a word, nor did she go forward to dissuade Hou Yuanqing.

The old man surnamed Luo had already said it before he came.

And the three people behind Zhou Qing, Tuobaye, were also targeted by their different Powers.

At first, although the three of them were a little confused, their subconscious told them not to speak.

But after all, they didn't have time to rob the ancient jade, and gradually got lost.

After Zhou Qing watched them lose ten years of life, those powers left.

However, before leaving, they were given some precious items such as Magic Treasures elixir.

"Are they real Power, or is it an illusion?" Zhou Qing thought in his heart: "They ask for ten years of life, what exactly are they trying to do?"

Endless mysteries lay before Zhou Qing.

This fairy tomb is too weird and mysterious, completely different from Zhou Qing's initial imagination.

Zhou Qing was walking aimlessly on the street, and from time to time, some Power exuding terrifying power stepped forward to tempt Zhou Qing.

Zhou Qing didn't say a word, and didn't even look at them very much.

Seeing that Zhou Qing didn't respond, these powers smiled lightly and walked away.

Along the way, Zhou Qing saw many ninth-rank Sect disciples drinking and eating meat here, discussing the Dao freely.

Even some hostile Sect disciples are harmoniously together.

It seems that there is no class, no confrontation, no hatred, no greed, hatred and ignorance.

From time to time, some Sect disciples warmly greeted Zhou Qing to talk and share the Dao of Qitian.

All kinds of beauties are enchanting and charming, with a national beauty and heavenly fragrance, I feel pity for each frown and smile, and they lean on Zhou Qing's body, exhaling like orchids, and there is a burst of melodious sound.

Zhou Qing remained unmoved and ignored it.

Gradually, no one bothered Zhou Qing anymore.

After looking around, Zhou Qing only had one feeling in her heart.

absurd!

It looks beautiful, but it is actually extremely absurd.

Continuing to go deep into the city, the population gradually became thinner, and the melodious sounds in my ears disappeared.

An hour later, Zhou Qing came to the center of the city.

Here, there is a resplendent and magnificent palace, with Immortal Qi lingering, divine voices permeating the ears, cranes dancing, and two nine-clawed golden dragons circling above the palace, holy and mysterious.

Without any hesitation, Zhou Qinglai walked into the palace.