Great Creator

Chapter 394 Dragon God Miracle (12)

When the Sanxian fell, everyone around retreated.

It's not because of avoiding offence, but because of the dazzling celestial light and aura of aura, ordinary monks can't stand it at all, and their vision will become blurred if they look at it for a long time.

When Sanxian approached Leying, he deliberately restrained his aura and fairy light, showing his concern for Leying, a junior.

It was only then that Le Ying saw the Sanxian's appearance clearly.

From a distance, the white-haired and white-clothed man looks old, but his temperament is clear and bright. He has a long beard and never wears a weapon on his body.

Na Sanxian glanced at Le Ying, slightly surprised.

"Little girl, your talent is so high that I can't even see your upper limit."

"How long have you practiced?"

Sanxian's voice sounded in the clouds.

"Back to the predecessors, twenty-three years."

Le Ying half knelt down and said truthfully.

She didn't hide anything, but the Sanxian suddenly became angry.

"Nonsense! From the perspective of your body time, this old man has definitely cultivated for less than ten years. How come twenty-three years later, you dare not tell the truth in front of this old man!"

When Sanxian got angry, the people around him panicked.

A group of practitioners, no matter they were in the alchemy cultivation stage or the primordial spirit stage, knelt down one after another to ask Senior Sanxian for forgiveness.

It means that during the Mahayana period, there is no need to directly kneel down to enjoy the privilege.

"The extent of time?"

Huang Si was talking to himself over there.

"Is it referring to the age of Le Ying's body? Her body was reshaped by me later. This Sanxian can see the time experience of her body. It's amazing. I'm afraid she doesn't have the comprehension of the law of time."

"Leying, tell him directly that you have special reasons for this, and ask senior to discuss it with you alone."

After receiving the master's order, Le Ying immediately calmed down.

"Senior Sanxian, I have indeed cultivated for twenty-three years. I dare not hide this fact from senior. However, my physical time is only a little over a year. There is a special reason for this. I wonder if I can talk to senior alone. "

Le Ying's attitude is extremely sincere.

Even the lofty Sanxian was somewhat moved by her.

Of course, this has something to do with Le Ying's natural credibility because she is beautiful. She is really popular because of her good looks.

"Forget it, little girl, just follow me."

Sanxian's attitude softened slightly.

"I want this girl first, and I will discuss the competition with you later."

Sanxian's voice spread throughout the competition venue, which was regarded as an announcement.

With a wave of his robe sleeves, the golden aura covered the sky and covered the sun, and Le Ying was involved.

The golden light flashed repeatedly, flew away quickly, and disappeared into the sky.

The rest of the practitioners looked at each other in blank dismay, wondering if the competition should continue and who would be the first place.

But Leying only felt the golden light shining, she couldn't see anything, and her figure flew up lightly.

In this world, only Mahayana monks can fly by themselves, and Le Ying has never experienced this feeling before.

After flying for a while, the two finally landed.

Le Ying stood on the ground, looked around, and found that she landed on a mountain.

This mountain is rich in aura, dense in vegetation, shrouded in sunlight, it is obviously a treasure land.

"Little girl, this is my place. If you have something to hide, if you say it now, no one else will hear it."

Senior Sanxian took good care of her.

Leying thanked Sanxian first, and then she started talking.

"Senior, I didn't use this name before. My name is Le Ying. I am a disciple of the Tianzhen Sect in the Zhongzhou area. On that day, my sect was wiped out. Only the disciple Cheng Rong who was practicing outside was able to survive..."

Le Ying told the truth about the fact that her sect was destroyed and that she herself was killed by a move by the immortal.

Sanxian's methods are superb, and there is no benefit in deceiving him, let alone Leying doesn't want to deceive him at all. According to Huang Si's plan, just tell the truth directly and arouse Sanxian's interest.

The Sanxian couldn't help being moved.

"Destroyed the Tianzhen sect...? Oh, I see, he is not a fairy, but also a Sanxian like me, that old man, the real Yiyi, he should have wiped out your four sects in Zhongzhou for the sake of his power. , You are really unfortunate."

"But, since you are already dead, why are you standing here intact?"

Sanxian asked eagerly.

"After I died, because of the great grievances, a thought supported my soul for a while. At that time, Cheng Rong was watching from a distance. As soon as the immortal left, he rushed over immediately. Seeing that I was dead, Cheng Rong used it to preserve my soul. The talisman of my soul encases my soul."

"I found out later that he heard from other people that there is a powerful being in the lost temple, who can live to the death, as long as the soul is saved. Cheng Rong bought this soul talisman with all his savings for future use." It was used to save lives. Unexpectedly, the sect was destroyed and I died, so this talisman came in handy immediately."

Le Ying spoke eloquently, but Sanxian couldn't take his eyes off her. Seeing that she stopped in the middle of speaking, he hurriedly asked:

"What happened later? Did you find this mighty man? The lost temple, that is the legendary abode of gods... I thought it was just a legend. How could there be gods on this bright yellow star? Could it really be... ..."

Le Ying nodded.

"Yes, Cheng Rong packed my body in an ice coffin and took the amulet to the lost temple."

"He didn't have much hope at first, he just asked for this last chance."

"Unexpectedly, he really saw a god there, this god..."

Le Ying deliberately stopped in the middle of her speech.

"Say it."

Sanxian urged, and he quickly thought of Le Ying's identity, and hurriedly said: "My name is Yaori Daoist, I will accept you as a disciple, and I will keep you safe in the future. There are no real immortals on Minghuangxing, and I will be your master. It's okay to go."

With his promise, Le Ying will no longer be afraid of being hunted down by her past identity.

After all, her enemy is also a Sanxian.

You have to find a Sanxian master to compare.

"Thank you, Master."

Le Ying performed the ceremony of apprenticeship first, and then continued.

"This god calls himself the Dragon God, and his name is Death Wing. Its wings can cover the sky, and its body is so huge that it can't be seen at a glance. He heard Cheng Rong's pleading, came out and accepted Cheng Rong's tribute, and then, Lord Dragon God gave me a miracle, made me his believer, and reshaped my physical body."

"Reshape the flesh...he can really reshape the flesh???"

Yao Ri's voice became excited.

After cultivating into a Sanxian, his emotions rarely fluctuated like this.

However, the words of this little apprentice gave him hope.

"Yes, if the master doesn't believe it, you can ask other practitioners in the area. That Sanxian Mie me sect is all over the sect, and I was killed by him with one move. Many onlookers should have seen it."

"However, God Wing of Death not only reshaped my physical body, but also changed my appearance and improved my talent, which made me grow so fast."

"Improve talent? How did you improve?"

Daoist Yaori was taken aback and asked hurriedly.

Now, the status of the two is completely reversed.

Le Ying's attitude was unhurried, but Yao Ri was not as excited as a Sanxian.