The mysterious lights hang down from the floating stone, intertwined with the mysterious light in the middle of Bingxian's eyebrows!

After a while, the Floating Life Stone left in Bingxian's surprised gaze and sank into Bingchen's eyebrows.

Looking at Bing Chen blankly, Bing Xian asked, "Chen'er, what happened before?"

Bingchen shook his head and said, "I don't know either."

When he said this, Bingchen pondered for a moment and said, "But it should be a good thing, Aunt Xian doesn't have to worry about it."

Bingxian shook her head and said, "I don't have any concerns, it's just..."

Bingxian hesitated for a moment before continuing, "I feel like I have some connection with you Chen'er!"

Bingchen was slightly surprised and nodded, "Yes, I feel this way too."

The two looked at each other again.

After being silent for a while, Bingchen said, "What's going on? I think I'll know in the future. It's useless to guess randomly now."

Bing Xian nodded slightly when she heard this and uttered a little softly.

Bingchen smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth, stepped forward, gently helped Bingxian up, and said, "Okay, the first gift to Aunt Xian has been completed, and next is the second one."

"And!" Bingxian said in surprise.

"Nature." Bingchen said.

Speaking of the words, a ray of soul light suddenly appeared between Bing Chen's eyebrows, and then it disappeared into Bing Xian's eyebrows.

Bingxian was startled and quickly gathered the central god to accept it.

Without any doubts, Bingxian directly sent Bingchen to his soul power and included it in his own place of nurturing gods.

"This is a stairs wind-type exercise. Aunt Xian will use this exercise to polish the Taoist foundation and the Taoist seed. Within a few decades, Aunt Xian's Taoist foundation and the Taoist seed will be more perfect. At that time, the 39th day of the Taoist foundation will be

It’s no problem to even the higher level of heavenly tribulation.” Bing Chen said.

Bing Xian was slightly surprised and looked at Bing Chen with a little strange look in his eyes.

But half an hour later, after Bing Chen sealed the technique in Bingxian's sea of ​​consciousness, Bing withdrew from his divine consciousness.

Looking at Bingxian, Bingchen smiled slightly and said, "It's very good!"

Bing Xian pursed her lips slightly, and naturally knew what Bing Chen was referring to.

"Feng-type monk, there is no higher level around me yet. When I reach the Fuxu Realm, I will find a way for Aunt Xian to find a Wind-type god to guide Aunt Xian to practice. As for now, I will wait a few days later.

I will ask Chan'er and Zi Mo to help Aunt Xian to practice for the time being." Bingchen said.

Bingxian nodded and said, "Thank you!"

Bingchen smiled softly, then reached out and as the light flashed in his hand, a long sword appeared in his hand.

Seeing the long sword, Bingxian's eyes changed a little, and a little shocked appeared again.

"This sword is the third gift I give you to Aunt Xian." Bingchen said.

When he said this, Bingchen handed the long sword to Bingxian.

Looking at Bingchen, Bingxian hesitated for a moment, but he was not polite to Bingchen anymore, and then took the long sword into his hand.

He gently stroked the long sword in his hand, and the wisps of pure wind power were clearly perceived by the ice string, which made him even more surprised.

Pure! He has never seen such a pure and fierce power of wind!

Subconsciously, Bingxian sensed it with his divine consciousness, but the next moment, Bingxian's face changed.

"Supreme!" Bingxian said in surprise.

Bingchen smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth and nodded, "No, nobility, but a pity, only the lowest level of the Supreme Level."

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Bingxian opened her mouth and smiled helplessly.

"Chen'er, these gifts from you are too expensive. If I accept them again, I will never be able to repay you in this life." Bingxian said.

Bingchen shook his head and smiled and said, "Aunt Xian is my beloved wife and master. He is also the helm of my Fusheng Sect. He is also the guardian of the billions of people in my Fusheng Realm. These things outside are far inferior to Aunt Xian for me.

The contributions made by Fusheng Sect and my Fusheng Realm." Bingxian opened her mouth when she heard this, and then smiled helplessly again.

After a moment of pondering, Bingxian bowed to Bingchen and said, "Thank you, Chen'er!"

Bingchen smiled slightly and quickly helped Bingxian up.

"Okay, this third gift is given. Aunt Xian, please follow me. I will give you another small gift." Bingchen said.

Bingxian was shocked again and saw Bingchen walking outside the Fusheng Hall, Bingxian quickly followed.

Outside the Fusheng Hall, there is a white jade open space.

Bingchen came to the group of people who were imprisoned by him and were still in front of the divine realm cultivation in his dreams.

Seeing this, Bingxian had some guesses in his heart.

Sure enough, after Bingchen looked at it, he caught two women in the air and were detained in front of him.

After looking at it again, Bing Chen was vaguely dissatisfied and turned to Bing Xian and said, "These two people, one is the top of the God King and the other is the middle stage of the God King. We will give them to Aunt Xian for the time being, and you will protect the Dharma."

Bing Xian showed some helplessness and came to Bing Chen, looked at him, and said softly: "Aunt Xian is really flattered like Chen'er."

Upon hearing this, Bingchen smiled slightly and said, "Aunt Xian, you protected me back then, but now I have this ability, so I naturally have to protect you. If you can really make Aunt Xian, you are flattered,?????

???????????? That's also my honor."

Bingxian smiled with a pursed lips.

Looking at the two God King women in front of him, Bing Chen asked, "Aunt Xian is still satisfied with these two people?"

Bingxian smiled slightly and said, "If I'm not satisfied with this, then I'm really too greedy."

Bingchen smiled softly.

After a moment of contemplation, Bingchen raised his hand and pointed at the eyebrows of the God King woman.

As the soul power surged, even though the woman was still in the dream, her expression couldn't help but feel a little painful.

Not long after, a soul seal was imprisoned by Bing Chen from the woman's eyebrows. Without stopping, Bing Chen then pointed at the middle stage of the God King's eyebrows again.

Soon, two soul seals were sent to Bingxian by Bingchen.

Seeing this, Bing Chen pursed his lips slightly, but he was not pretentious. After bowing to Bing Chen slightly, he put the two soul seals into his eyebrows.

"Aunt Xian can use these two people with confidence. They have been saved in the dream world by my art of saving power for so many years, and their loyalty to us is beyond doubt." Bing Chen said.

Bing Xian nodded slightly and uttered softly.

When he said this, Bing Chen's soul power surged, he shouted softly.

"wake up!"

As soon as the two female gods finished speaking, they trembled and immediately opened their eyes in unison.

The eyes were a little dazed, but it was only a short moment. When the two women saw Bing Chen beside them, they all subconsciously knelt in front of him.

Seeing this, Bingchen was quite satisfied with the reaction of the two women, and then said, "From now on, you will serve Aunt Xian. If Aunt Xian has any mistakes, you will apologize with your lives!"

Upon hearing this, the two women obviously trembled, and their expressions were still in a daze. They quickly knocked their foreheads on the ground and said, "Abide by the order!"

......

The wine of flowers and wine is mellow and thick. The fragrance of the spiritual peak is scented, and the taste of the drunkenness is tasted.

Looking at the jade cup of wine, Bingchen was slightly lost. A little nostalgic and a little sad.

"The familiar taste has not changed for more than a hundred years." Bingchen said.

Opposite the jade table, Mu Qin sighed softly when he heard this.

"Before you left, Yue'er quietly told me that you would brew the best Muhua wine and wait for you to come back and drink together." Muqin said.

Bingchen looked stunned, with a hint of sadness in his eyes.

After a little silence, the glass of Chinese wine and the ice dust were sipped again.

The sad mood gradually spread, making Mu Qin on the opposite side sigh again.

"Changyue!" Mu Qin called out softly.

On the side, Ningyue came back to her senses and quickly brought the wine pot to Bingchen to pour wine for him.

Seeing this, Bingchen glanced at Ningyue.

"Sister...husband!" Ningyue called out carefully.

A trace of softness appeared on the corner of Bingchen's mouth, and he uttered softly.

Looking at Bingchen and hesitated for a moment, Ningyue said, "My father has treasured this wine for more than a hundred years. It is the most intense. You can put me down in a small sip. Brother-in-law, you have drunk so much, don't...

...”

"Closing the moon!"

Before Ningyue finished speaking, Mu Qin called out in a deep voice.
To be continued...