Painting of the Nine Immortals

Under the bright moon, Zhan Ge stood proudly, his black hair was dancing, and the world was dying.

He has stepped into the realm of God, becoming the top existence of the two realms, and even if he is an invincible sacred ancestor, he dare not despise him.

The fighters smiled, all ecstatic.

The royal family without gods is only a little stronger than the royal family and will be divided up by other forces sooner or later.

At this moment, Zhan Ge's presence in the gods will undoubtedly deter Xiao Xiao and let the Zhan tribe continue to be glorious.

"Haha, come, don't get drunk!"

Zhan Ge laughed loudly and landed in front of Ling Xian. He was full of momentum and looked no different from ordinary people.

This is where it comes back to.

It looks ordinary, but it is actually extremely powerful. Once it is shot, it is bound to fall apart.

"Okay, I'll be drunk with you today." Ling Xian smiled slightly, rejoicing.

Not only is Qing Wan able to restore his memory, but also because his friends set foot in the divine realm and become important figures in the sanctuary.

"Unfortunately, I am only one of the seven polar realms. Even if I become a god, I am also the weakest god."

Zhan Ge sighed softly. The reason why the ancestors left the source of the gods to his elder brother is because his elder brother has a stronger foundation than him.

Based on the foundations of his seven polar realms, it is difficult to call him a god.

"Anyway, although you can't dominate the divine realm, but it also trumps most creatures. As long as you don't make enemies, the warriors will live on."

Ling Xian chuckled, and suddenly felt that her circle was legendary.

His master is Supreme Master, and there are nine of them. His good friend is the invincible deity.

His enemies are the most powerful ancestors, and more than one.

Such an amazing circle is truly a legend. If it is passed out, it will definitely sensation in both circles!

"Also, I can set foot in my life in this life, I'm satisfied."

Zhan Ge smiled, and two spirits appeared, saying, "Come, drink."

After speaking, he drank strong liquor, and celebrated with Ling Xian and laughed wildly.

Ling Xian also felt delighted.

Although Zhan Ge set foot in the divine realm and became the top figure in both circles, his attitude towards him has not changed at all, and it is still the past.

This made Ling Xian feel relieved and happy.

After three rounds of drinking, he smiled lightly: "You have become a god, we should see Qing Wan."

"Brother rest assured, although I am the weakest deity, it is not difficult for Qing Wan to regain memory." Zhan Ge laughed loudly, flung his sleeves, and tore the void.

The next moment, the two landed in a courtyard, surrounded by matrix bans. Even the strongest in the ninth state could not break in.

The courtyard is quiet and elegant. There is a peach tree in the middle. The evening wind blows, and the petals fly around, picturesque.

There was a beautiful woman standing under the peach blossom tree, her skin was as thick as grease, her eyes were like autumn, and even peach blossom was overshadowed.

It was Ling Xian's three disciples, Qing Wan.

She ignored Ling Xian and glanced at Zhan Ge, saying, "How long do you want to imprison me?"

Hearing that, Zhan Ge smiled bitterly, and said, "This girl has always hated me."

"You can also be regarded as his elder, so be patient."

Ling Xian sighed and turned her eyes to Qing Wan, saying, "Girl, don't you really have any impression on me?"

"At one point, I think you seem to have known each other." Qing Wan Xiu frowned slightly, trying hard to remember, but I can't remember when I saw Ling Xian.

"A little is enough."

Ling Xian smiled, and in the case of the memory sealed by the gods, he felt that he seemed to have known each other, which shows his weight in Qing Wan's heart.

Right now, he turned his eyes to Zhan Ge and said, "It's over to you."

After hearing the words, Zhan Ge's eyebrows glowed, the power of the soul appeared, and the evening was carefully covered.

The prohibition of the **** of the Yu tribe tightly entangles Qing Wan's soul, and he must be careful to break it.

Otherwise, it is easy to hurt Qing Wan's soul.

boom!

The power of the gods appeared, and no enemies appeared. That was a tall and mighty man.

He stood up against the sky, swallowed up all kinds of evil spirits, peered deeply through his eyes, and the invincible majesty shook the Three Realms.

"The gods of the Yu tribe ..." Ling Xian's eyes condensed, and he knew that to let Qing Wan regain his memory, he must destroy the shadow of the world.

This is not difficult for a battle that is already a god.

"This person is the No. 2 person of the Yu tribe. He is a **** by himself and his strength is unfathomable."

Looking at the shadow of the world god, Zhan Ge smiled, and said, "It's just a ghost, if the real body comes here, I will definitely be defeated."

As the words fell, he was so full of energy that he shattered the world figure.

The next moment, the prohibition dissipated, memories flooded, leaving Qing Wan pretty face dull.

After a long while, she came back to God. The first thing she did was to Ling Xian's arms.

For any soul, losing memory is a terrible thing, especially losing the most cherished memories.

The period of acquaintance with Ling Xian was undoubtedly the most memorable and beautiful memory of Qing Wan.

Therefore, she was terrified after the clear night. She hugged Ling Xian tightly and burst into tears: "Master, I think of it, I think of it ..."

"Don't cry, it's all over." Ling Xian stroked Qing Wan's hair, distressed and blamed herself.

If it weren't for him, Qing Wan wouldn't be sealed by memory, could he not blame himself?

Fortunately, everything has passed.

"Master, I miss you so much." Qing Wan laughed with tears and hugged Ling Xian tightly, for fear of letting go, he disappeared.

"I miss you very much as a teacher."

Ling Xian smiled mildly. He had four disciples, an apprentice An Qiushui, a second apprentice Xiaoshi, a third apprentice Qing Wan, and a fourth apprentice Lu Yunmeng.

The most sorry thing is sunny evening.

However, in Qing Wan's view, Lingxian didn't apologize.

Had it not been for Lingxian, her tribe would have disappeared long ago.

"Can you both masters and apprentices pay attention? This is still a big living person." Zhan Ge joked with a smile.

Qing Wan blushed slightly and let go of Lingxian, embarrassed, "Sorry, I misunderstood you."

"Anyway, you are Lingxian's apprentice, that is my apprentice, something will happen in the future, despite coming to Zhanzu to find me." Zhan Ge smiled.

"Thank you senior."

Sunny Evening showed a smile, then looked at Ling Xian, and said, "Master, I have reached the end of the eighth stage. Are you satisfied?"

"Of course I'm satisfied."

Ling Xian rubbed Qing Wan's little head and said, "I have four disciples. On cultivation, you are the highest."

"Four?"

Qing Wan froze slightly, and said, "Master has received another disciple after me?"

"Yes, her name is Lu Yunmeng. I have a chance to introduce you in the future."

Ling Xian's mouth smiled, An Qiushui was in the ninth day with eyes falling, the small stone was the sun **** stone, the clear night was half a cold moon, and Lu Yunmeng was a near-fu body.

The four disciples were all dragons and phoenixes, and passed on. Those who wanted to find someone to inherit the mantle, but could not find good talents, did not know how much they would envy.

"I have sisters too."

Qing Wan rejoiced and said: "To Master, I remember you said that if you refine the source of the bright moon, I can transform into a true cold moon corpse."

"Good."

Ling Xian nodded gently, Lengyue Yin body is one of the nine holy bodies, but it can transform the day after tomorrow. As long as there is the source of Yinzhu and Mingyue, it can transform into Lengyue Yin body.