swordsman in the heavens

The sound gradually dissipated, and two groups of green and red lights drew an arc, floating in front of Yi Tianheng.

In the blue light, there is a vigorous lotus plant, a leaf, a stem, a flower, and a lotus root, which carries the connotation of being unsullied from the mud and standing proudly in the world.

Yi Tianheng stretched out his hand to take the imperial soldier. Green light enveloped his hand, and he felt a trace of pain. A drop of blood slipped from his hand and was absorbed by the lotus stem.

The bloodshot threads gradually spread, revealing the imperial soldiers' veins. At this moment, Yi Tianheng suddenly realized that this was the Qing Emperor's imperial soldiers recognizing their master.

The Qing Emperor's soldiers recognized him as their master, and since then, he has owned a seventh-grade weapon.

Ding!

The ring finger of my left hand vibrated violently.

A panel comes to mind:

[Emperor Weapon: Qinglian

[Grade: Seventh Grade

[Function: purification, refuge

[Power of the world: Ten million ways (whether to transform)

Yi Tianheng came back from his trance, felt happy in his heart, and recited with a smile "On Love of the Lotus" written by Zhou Dunyi of the Song Dynasty: "I only love the lotus that emerges from the mud but is not stained, washes the clear ripples without being evil, and connects the inside with the outside.

It is straight, the fragrance becomes clearer from a distance, and its stems are straight, so you can look at it from a distance but not play with it."

After reciting, he held the imperial weapon in his hand and waved it gently, and the blue light in the sky fell on the small world's population of more than 200,000.

In an instant, more than 200,000 people prayed together, and infinite willpower came from their hearts and gathered on each statue.

At the same time, the strength of the incarnation entrusted in the statue surged.

The Qinglian Imperial Soldier turned into a stream of light and entered Yi Tianheng's body.

He then looked at Emperor Xin.

In the red light group, there is a heart the size of a fist floating up and down.

It contains boundless essence and blood, and the surging energy surges endlessly.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, the emperor's heart fell on his hand.

The ring finger of my left hand vibrated again.

A panel came to mind again:

[Treasure: Emperor’s Heart

[Grade: Seventh Grade

[Function: Provide training

[Power of the world: five million ways (whether to transform)

Previously, he already had the power of 12.3 million worlds. This time he obtained the emperor's weapons, the emperor's heart and tens of thousands of magic weapons, which increased the power of 15.7 million worlds in one fell swoop.

The world still needs the power of 72 million worlds to evolve into a mature seventh-level small world.

In other words, seven more imperial weapons are needed.

There is still a long way to go.

In the western part of the Eastern Wasteland, in a valley, pavilions and pavilions were built along the mountains and rivers, and peach trees were planted all over the mountains and fields. Now the peach blossoms are in full bloom, and the valley is a pink color.

Yi Tianheng and Yan Ruyu drank together.

In the cup is the unique peach blossom brew in the valley, which is sweet and delicious but not intoxicating.

The scenery here is beautiful, the wine is beautiful, and the people are also beautiful. However, the beautiful women always have an unconcealable sadness in their eyebrows, and there is a touch of sadness in their clever smiles.

Yi Tianheng said: "Princess Yan, this is your cornucopia."

He took out a small emerald green bowl and handed it to Yan Ruyu.

Yan Ruyu looked at the small bowl and fell into deep thought. After a while, she shook her head: "Mr. Yi, just call me Ruyu. Since the ancestors have recognized you, you will make the decision in our lineage from now on, and the cornucopia will naturally remain."

In your hand."

Yi Tianheng smiled and said: "Okay, from now on I will call you Ruyu, but you don't have to call me husband, just call me Tianheng. Do you know that I am only 16 years old."

Yan Ruyu's eyes showed surprise, as if she had heard the most ridiculous thing in the world.

In the history of history, I have never heard of a 16-year-old monk who can achieve such a level of cultivation. I have never heard of a strong man who can defeat the Dragon Transformation Secret Realm. I have never heard of anyone who survived the siege of tens of thousands of monks and took away the treasure.

Imperial Arms and Imperial Heart.

However, she knew that Yi Tianheng was definitely not joking.

For a moment, endless admiration emerged in my heart, and at the same time I was thinking: "The ancestors really did not choose the wrong person. It seems that our clan will prosper again in his hands."

Yan Ruyu said: "Mr. Yi, in one month's time, the clan leader's abdication meeting will be held in Peach Blossom Valley. At that time, you will become the clan leader of our Qinglian Demon Clan."