I have a promise with the beauty

The prisoner released his powerful consciousness in the adult stage, which fell on the restriction like rolling thunder, causing ripples in the restriction and spreading outward. He didn't know how far away, but Yang Qingshan could feel that it was a powerful force.

The power and consciousness spread to unknown places.

Divine consciousness will spread as big as the world is, but this world is endless, but spiritual consciousness has limits.

"what to do?"

Yang Qingshan's whole body was stiff, staring at the kettle in his hand. The only part that could move was his eyeballs. As he turned, Yang Qingshan saw a prisoner flying in the distance. He was breaking the restriction. When he flew past Yang Qingshan, what Yang Qingshan saw

He is an old prisoner who seems to be about to die at any time. His spiritual consciousness is at the Dacheng stage, but his cultivation has been exhausted to the Foundation stage.

"Is it okay? No, we're waiting."

Yang Qingshan's eyes turned to the kettle, waiting for the opportunity.

The prisoner passed by Yang Qingshan again. Yang Qingshan heard the old man's dying struggle, and Yang Qingshan smiled.

Whoosh!

The kettle in his hand disappeared, and Yang Qingshan used his spiritual consciousness to send the kettle into his mind.

His consciousness solidified into Yang Qingshan, standing at the place where the thunder in Dantian was, looking at the kettle in his hand. Yang Qingshan wanted to crush the kettle now to see what was inside, but no matter how much force he used, the kettle was safe and sound. Yang Qingshan

He brought the kettle and came to Shenlong Tsunamu.

In front of countless magical pages, the kettle emitted seven colors of light, shooting out and searching among the countless pages.

Yang Qingshan saw that there were two more colors in the color of the paper pages. They were one black and one white, hidden among the countless pages.

The kettle flew over automatically, and Yang Qingshan followed quietly.

There were two black and white pages. As soon as the kettle came closer, vitality and death-like power burst out, causing Yang Qingshan to fall to the ground in a state of despair. He looked at the two opposite sides of the kettle with aggrieved eyes.

Melting in the power, each drop of liquid seemed like a dam bursting, turning into waves of seven colors, instantly flooding Yang Qingshan's sea of ​​consciousness.

Rumble…

There was thunder, or more accurately it was the tumbling of the ocean of colored water from the melted kettle.

Yang Qingshan stood on the colorful sea, looking at the pages of paper on the sea. They were still standing upright on the sea, and the kettle disappeared completely.

"That's not true."

Yang Qingshan was confused. He couldn't believe that he had obtained the treasure of Shennongmen like this, but he only saw the ocean and nothing else.

As soon as Yang Qingshan turned around, he felt that the ocean had changed, and seven huge whirlpools appeared, swallowing everything he had.

"No, do you want me to die?"

Yang Qingshan nervously looked at the seven huge whirlpools on the sea, watching them rotate while the sea of ​​seven colors shrunk on one side, and then what appeared in front of Yang Qingshan were tiles of seven colors.

"Tiles?"

Yang Qingshan picked them up one by one and looked at the tiles in confusion.

The tiles are like glazed tiles, reminding Yang Qingshan of Xirang. According to the distance on the Shennong Program, the tiles in his hand are made of Xi soil glazed tiles. They are tiles forged with Xi soil as the main material. They are the Shennong Program.

The main tiles on.

"Damn, I got seven tiles."

Yang Qingshan was extremely depressed and tried to identify his master with blood.

fail.

Try to use your own spiritual consciousness to refine it.

fail.

Try to trigger the thunder and let it hit the tiles.

success.

The seven tiles seemed to have been hit hard, and several phantoms appeared.

"Out?"

"After many years, we finally waited for the successor to the lower world."

"yes."

The phantoms that appeared from the seven tiles gradually condensed into human figures, Taoist immortals, wearing colorful Taoist robes, looking at Yang Qingshan with a kind face, and there were many discussions.

"Contains Heavenly Thunder, a spiritual root given by God. Was it given by Master?"

"Master is not so kind. When we were practicing, if we made a mistake, we would go without food for a hundred years."

"A cruel person left me in this world before he left."

"That was an accident from God. It seems that the legend is true."

"It's a pity that the cultivation level is too low. If I got the pagoda during the Dacheng stage, this guy should be able to help."

"such a pity."

"such a pity."

"such a pity."

Yang Qingshan looked at the seven figures speechlessly and talked about him. Every sentence was talking about him, but he refused to talk to him. He surrounded himself, everyone said his own thing, and sighed in various ways. In one word, he was too weak, and they were very disappointed.

.

"Walk."

"Well, it's time to go."

"Boy."

"Ah?" Yang Qingshan was extremely surprised that the other party finally spoke to him.

"Let's go. It's all on your own."

"Ha ha……"

Yang Qingshan was dumbfounded. The other seven people left a word of "take care" and left, disappearing through his mind.

Looking at the seven tiles, Yang Qingshan couldn't figure it out, but he seemed to have entered the concentration stage, and his consciousness was several times stronger. It was estimated that his consciousness had reached the peak of concentration, and his cultivation was limited due to his low cultivation level.

"Haha...I'm exhausted." Yang Qingshan heard the prisoners outside coming back and quickly opened his eyes.

"senior."

"Well, most of the ban has been destroyed, so we need to add some water."

The prisoner looked at Yang Qingshan with an old look and was startled when he found that the kettle in Yang Qingshan's hand was missing.

"Where's the kettle?"

"..." Yang Qingshan stared at the prisoner, his eyes filled with grievances.

"Huh, tell me." The prisoner glared, and his consciousness lifted Yang Qingshan's restraint.

"Gone."

"Where are you hiding?"

"It's gone by yourself. If you don't believe it, check it out yourself." Yang Qingshan spread his hands, with as much grievance as he wanted on his face.

The prisoner didn't believe Yang Qingshan. He looked up and down at Yang Qingshan with his deadly eyes. He scanned Yang Qingshan over and over again with his spiritual consciousness, but found nothing. He was also confused because Yang Qingshan was restrained by his powerful spiritual consciousness.

, except those in the Dacheng stage who can save it, no one can. How did Yang Qingshan lose the kettle?

"Were you alone when you came in?"

"Two, and my future wife."

"Oh? Let's go out and find your future wife." The prisoner said suspiciously.

"But isn't it possible to get out?" Yang Qingshan asked.

"We found the exit. Just now, after I destroyed a lot of restrictions, a bright light came in from the outside. Come on, haha, the kettle is gone, how is it possible?" the prisoner said viciously, leaving a few pieces on Yang Qingshan's body.

A powerful prohibition.

Although Yang Qingshan can move freely, he cannot fight, just like an ordinary person.

"Looking for my future wife?"

Yang Qingshan was stunned. He didn't want to involve himself in danger. He immediately wanted to push all the power of the characters swallowed up in the vortex in his body towards the prisoner. Yang Qingshan didn't know how big that power was, but Yang Qingshan knew that,

This power can definitely break through the restrictions the prisoners have set on themselves.

"Fuck him now."

Yang Qingshan was thinking in his heart, but the prisoner turned around, looked at himself, and said with the eyes of a senior: "I can recover a certain level of cultivation after leaving this desert. Although it will not be completely recovered, the concentration period is still okay.

Boy, don’t come up with any wrong ideas.”

"Don't worry, little brother, I won't mess around." Yang Qingshan calmly withdrew his hand.

As soon as the prisoner waved his hand, a whirlwind swept Yang Qingshan to a bright place in an instant, and flew out with a swish, and the light beam trap disappeared.

Yang Qingshan saw Chen Jiayi. Chen Jiayi was restrained by the prisoners. Everything happened so fast that Yang Qingshan didn't even see clearly. He looked at Chen Jiayi with a wry smile, who looked confused as to what was going on.

It took Chen Jiayi half a day to get rid of a beam of light, and he came to Yang Qingshan to wait. However, as soon as he arrived, he saw the beam of light disappeared and two figures appeared. He thought it was Yang Qingshan. Just as he was about to say a few words, he was stopped.

The prisoner imprisoned himself with his consciousness like lightning, and then looked at the innocent Yang Qingshan dumbfounded.

"What's going on? Who is this senior?" Chen Jiayi asked doubtfully, carefully keeping a distance from the prisoner.

"This is the senior prisoner, who was trapped in the beam of light for 160,000 years." Yang Qingshan introduced seriously.

"One hundred and sixty thousand years..."

Chen Jiayi looked dumbfounded at the prisoner who was taking a deep breath, watching his old appearance gradually return to his youth, with the appearance of a handsome boy, a calm face with a sunny smile.

"The female doll has Yin Fire Spiritual Roots, and her body is very corpse-like. Is she a descendant of the Ancient Tomb Sect or the Yin Corpse Sect." The prisoner smiled and looked greedily at the cold and charming Chen Jiayi. He had not seen that in 160,000 years.

As soon as I came out and saw the beautiful woman, the little fire in my heart burned fiercely.

"Ancient Tomb Gate." Chen Jiayi said coldly after seeing the prisoners' eyes like this too many times, and took two steps back.

"Haha... Ancient Tomb Gate, okay." The prisoner laughed, stretched out his hand and said, "There was a legend 160,000 years ago that Ancient Tomb Gate was the last person to visit Lanshui Blessed Land. He was your ancestor. Did you leave any traces?

What's next?"

"There is a map." Chen Jiayi said, and took out the slate map without hesitation. It is impossible for a person in the foundation stage to play any tricks in front of a person with spiritual consciousness in the adult stage, except for the audacious Yang Qingshan.

"Okay. I'm very satisfied." The prisoner brought the map and looked at it carefully to know whether it was genuine or not. The smile on his face turned into pride.

"What's going on?" Chen Jiayi asked Yang Qingshan via message.

Yang Qingshan had a bitter face, was lively and embellished, except for the seven tiles, he told Chen Jiayi everything, hoping that Chen Jiayi would feel sorry for him, but what he saw was Chen Jiayi's wide, charming eyes.

"Let's go directly to the secret lock." The prisoner said coldly after reading the map: "You two can't leave me more than a mile away."

"Yes, I was captured." Yang Qingshan said pitifully to Chen Jiayi, and took the opportunity to hold Chen Jiayi's little hand in sympathy, hoping to find some sense of security, but Chen Jiayi gave him a fierce look.