"Let your mind go immediately!" The old Taoist whirled his sleeves and shouted loudly, "This list is just a trace of your soul, and it is okay for your cultivation or other things. Moreover, I am in charge of this strategy, so no one who cares about evil will use the above to distract himself to do evil things."

Chen Hao's heart skipped a beat, but he did not act according to his words. He had been in this world for a long time, so he naturally knew the rules of survival here, intrigue and deception, and the strong prey on the weak. Some friends who appear to be close may turn around and face you with swords. Moreover, the two old Taoists in front of him have far higher cultivation methods than him. If he wants to use the soul he has divided to do something wrong in secret, he will not even be able to resist.[]

The soul is different from the essence and blood. The former is the basis for a person to think about existence, while the latter is just the soil at the bottom of a big tree. The soil has lost some or become barren from fertility, but it only makes the trees depressed, but there will be no worries about life for a while. If the soul is damaged, the bark will be stripped off, and the whole tree will die because of it, and there will be no vitality left.

So Chen Hao could give the Yiren Mofeng Ge a bottle of essence and blood to catalyze the demon fetus of heaven and earth, but he did not dare to let the list suck his soul away. If this soul was slowly replenished by some means, he would have obtained too many secrets, including the Buddha land space carried by the Tianxuan Pearl in his body, the Master of Artifact Spirit Zangkong, the Tianli Divine Sword, the Dragon Subduing Staff, the golden arhat left over from the three hundred battles, and the golden six-glory pendant that had just broken through the heart refining cave. Everything will be chanted in his lips and teeth, coveting his heart, and various conspiracy attacks will come one after another, making him unable to defend.

He clenched his fists, lowered his head lightly, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat and lustfulness. He glanced at the increasingly solemn face of the old Taoist in front of him, and was anxious and looked like a dirt, and he had even made the worst plan.

At this critical moment, the seeds of the heart lotus in an acupoint in the body suddenly jumped violently, and a stream of Yuan force wrapped it. He came out of his body and turned into a faint golden light and fell onto the list. However, a "buzzing" sound was heard, and the trembling words finally gradually stabilized, as if a breeze was blowing by, and the ink traces had dried up.

Chen Hao breathed a sigh of relief. He felt a vague connection with the list in front of him, as if a small self was sealed there, and a feeling of sadness and loneliness slowly came.

The acupoint in the body lost this seed and its color became dimmed. While he was thinking about whether something was wrong, the other thirty-five seeds trembled slightly, and each of them was filled with a faint golden force. A faint golden phantom of the seed condensed from this acupoint, as if in time, the phantom would eventually turn into reality and regain the previous ability.

Before he could check carefully, the old Taoist in front of him finally cleared his face and suddenly put away the list. He glanced at Chen Hao meaningfully, his tone was as light as water, and he no longer had the same approach as before.

"Photo shoot the palm of your hand at the mountain on this scroll, and I will send you to the Tibetan Bing Peak!"

Chen Hao nodded expressionlessly, walked slowly to the scroll, and pressed his palm heavily.

But with a crisp "ding" sound, endless blue light ejected from the scroll and turned into a wide green leaf, gently held under him, slowly floating in the air, and gently floated out of the hall.

When the old Taoist saw Chen Hao's figure disappearing from the door, he suddenly said a few words of advice, echoing throughout the hall, making him feel trembling.

"Remember to be careful in the rules and regulations of the gate, and be cautious in the way, and treat others as if they are sincere and sincere in their way, you will surely achieve infinite merits and achievements!"

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A green rainbow suddenly appeared on the purple star, which naturally attracted many eyes. However, these people also knew that they were powerful and did not use divine consciousness to detect it. Although they were blessed by the naked eye, they only saw a picture of strong blue clouds and mist, and it was impossible to know whether it was the elders in the sect or others in the clouds.

The blue clouds and mist crossed the peaks, glided in the waterfalls, and swam down in the cliffs and valleys. It avoided many restrictions and finally slowly descended on a mountain that looked like a big drum.

This mountain is slightly different from what you see on the scroll. The surface is filled with a faint forbidden light, and the inside is filled with mist, which makes the buildings inside look faint. Although the old Taoist of purple robe once said that the Tibetan Bing Peak has become very poor now, the breath leaked from the faint divine light still makes Chen Hao feel palpitations, like a trap dug by a veteran hunter. If you break in rashly, you will suffer a catastrophe.

However, the green leaves under him ignored it, as if they had not seen the restriction in front of them, rushed straight into the faint light, causing a sound like thunder and tsunami. The sharp murderous intent condensed into reality, turning into a handful of weapons flashing with cold light, and slashing towards Chen Hao.

At this moment, the green leaves suddenly buzzed and poured out countless green silk threads downwards, wrapping these weapons tightly, and turning them into nothingness with a slight shock. Just when the restriction was about to activate boundless murderous intent, the green silk threads slowly condensed together to form a familiar face, the Yuanshen realm elder that Chen Hao had just met.

He only heard him speak in a cold voice: "Jingfan, stop! It's me!"

As soon as this said, the murderous intent in the sky paused slightly, and then it disappeared like a tide. The faint light of the ban flashed, and finally slowly disappeared, revealing the true appearance of the mountain.

The misty air rushes and moves outward to form a long passage, just enough to reach the green leaves slowly falling down. The face made of countless silk threads snorted coldly and said, "How long has it been? You are still so cautious. I am sending my disciples to you, the Tibetan Bing Peak!"

"Don't blame Elder Qu, we are also preventing problems before it happens. After all, there is no peak master guard now, and some people with ulterior motives often make trouble here. I can only open the formation and give them a profound lesson, so as to kill the chicken to scare the monkey." A voice came from the other end of the clouds.

"The affairs of your peak master are indeed a regret." The blue face sighed, but there was no further text. Suddenly, half of the black hair that formed the face collapsed and turned into a huge palm. Chen Hao was caught by him before he could even react and threw it into the long passage.

"Boy Chen, I've sent you to the ground. You can walk the rest of the way yourself. The disciples named Jingfan will guide you everything you need to do." The human face said this slowly, and then it collapsed with a "bang" sound, but the green leaves flashed, as if they had broken through the void and fell to where they fell. Maybe they had turned back to the picture scroll of Zixiao Palace.

Chen Hao was rolling violently. After a lot of effort, he stabilized his body. His wide sleeves whirred, and his body glided like a big bird, standing on a black stone path.

Here is a winding path leading to the foot of the mountain that was opened by someone. It is still a little far from the top of the mountain, with moss marks on it, as if no one had walked on it for a long time. The thick iron chains have become rusty due to the erosion of time, making a jingle sound in the wind.

However, these moss marks could not stop Chen Hao. He jumped a few feet away from his feet. Soon he reached the end of the ancient road. A huge stone tablet stood beside the road. The handwriting on it was already blurred, but he could still feel the sharp aura that these words once had.

But Chen Hao's attention was not him at this moment, but a person standing on the stone tablet. The man stood there, as if he was integrated with the stone tablet under his feet. If he hadn't been right in front of him, he wouldn't have been able to find his traces no matter how he was exploring it.

He was wearing a gray robe, slightly short and fat, with small eyes, slightly sallow complexion, and a long sword box on his back, looking at him carefully from top to bottom.

This time my voice became hoarse. If I heard it for the first time, I would always feel that someone was scratching the bronze ware with his nails, and his face was a little unnatural.

"Well! The root and bone talents are all first-class. Old Man Qu finally did a good thing and sent a promising disciple to us on Zangbing Peak. But I was a little surprised. With your talent, you can choose other peaks to practice. Why do you have to go to this bird to avoid shit? Don't tell me that you are forced by others. Although Old Man Qu is a bastard, he has always strictly abides by the laws and regulations of the Supreme Sect and will not do whatever he wants because of the elder's identity.

Chen Hao shook his head, moved his body slightly, and stood steadily in a flat area. Seeing the short and fat monk still staring at him with a bright look and waiting for his answer, he could only sigh and said, "This is my own choice, it has nothing to do with other people, and there will be no existence behind me. I just feel that the three words "Zangbing Peak" are easy to pronounce, and I feel that there must be some magical things hidden here before I come."

He paused and asked again: "Is that Jingfan? Why should you be so arrogant? Since the peak master disappeared, the Tibetan Bing Peak has now been as its name suggests, but it will not rust and rot with the passage of time, and will shine again one day."

"Okay!" The short and fat monk opened his eyes wide, and his face showed strange colors. He couldn't help but praise him. He jumped down from the stone tablet, and his figure slowly fell to the ground like a fallen leaf.

The previous words made the man look up at the moment and shouted excitedly: "Well, since you are full of confidence in my Zangbing Peak, then as the leader of the peak, I, Jingfan, will definitely teach you all the questions of your cultivation. However, whether you can achieve great things depends on your efforts and destiny."

"What you said seriously?" Chen Hao was happy and thought to himself that the ultimate method of controlling the Emperor's purple qi could also be learned from this person? That was an excellent thing. He bit his lip and asked this question to the person in front of him.
Chapter completed!