Chapter 1111 Xianxia Is a Bit Salty (25)

This jade slip records Duan Xi's cultivation experience from Qi refining to Mahayana.

Duanxi's cultivation method is a genius's. Even if it is this experience, the old man has a rough look at it, and some experiences are unique to geniuses. Even if he has experienced this realm, he doesn't have much resonance.

However, it doesn't matter if you can't fully understand it.

They Yunshan School cultivated immortals for tens of thousands of years, and finally produced an immortal who ascended in the daylight.

Then, they are the only sect that has a complete Mahayana mentality in the past tens of thousands of years, and the prosperity of the Yunshan sect is just around the corner.

When the old man picked up Duan Xi, he never expected such a day to come.

As it is now, it can only be said that good people are rewarded with good rewards.

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"Congratulations to the host, you have completed the main task and assisted the destined person to ascend."

"Do you want to leave this world?"

The voice of hi hi sounded in Xia Ling's mind when Xia Ling was brought into another world.

"No." Xia Ling deserved without hesitation.

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The fairy spirit that carried her upward dissipated after reaching the fairy world.

But the difference between the fairy and the auspicious cloud disappeared.

In front of Xia Ling, there was a ruined wall, and only two bare pillars remained of the tall Nantian Gate.

In the past, there were 800,000 heavenly soldiers and generals in the heavenly court. Now that the river is dry, there is no one here.

Nantianmen.

Looking up at the two stone pillars in front of him, Xia Ling walked up to him, looked at one of the knife marks deeply embedded in the pillar, and raised his hand to gently stroke it.

"Xuan Lin, I'm back."

Xia Ling took out the gray eye made of ashes from the jade pendant she carried with her.

These gray eyes are the appearance of Zhenjun Erlang's third eye.

Most of that wisp of Yuan Ling had dissipated, and the weakest wisp of Yuan Ling was forcibly left by Xia Ling by borrowing the spirit of the fairy spirit when he ascended.

"Look, you're back too."

Xia Ling gently held the third eye, and she walked forward.

Many years ago, the original owner walked here in the heavenly court, and everyone respected her as a fairy, but behind her back, she was just a good-looking dog who was granted godhood through the owner's grace in the eyes of others.

Now, she ascended to the Heavenly Court by herself.

Things are different, and she has been left alone in the heaven for thousands of years.

The queen mother has a flat peach garden, and there is a little soil in the flat peach garden, which can live to the death of human flesh and bones, and thousands of flat peach trees are raised.

Xia Ling came to Pantaoyuan with Yuan Ling in his arms.

Xi soil... the spiritual power is already very weak, Xia Ling dug deep and for a long time, and finally got a handful.

She planted Xuanlin's spirit in it and buried it thinly.

"My dear friend, the upper heaven has been abandoned, why don't you follow us to the Thirty-Third Heaven to re-enter the fairy world?"

A fairy with fluttering robes floated down from the high thirty-third heaven.

He landed beside Xia Ling and asked with one hand.

Even if it is a god, it is inevitable that there is still power distribution. In recent years, fewer and fewer monks have ascended, and the thirty-third heaven also needs fresh blood.

"No." Xia Ling looked at the fairy's face.

From the breath, she couldn't tell which fairy this was.

So, this is the new god, right?

The old upper heaven fell, and in the process of alternation, the one that ascended was naturally the new divine residence.

"I have an old friend who needs to use the soil to cultivate Yuan Ling. I just want to be here with him." Xia Ling refused peacefully and returned the gift to the immortal.

"Okay, if the fairy friend wants to go to the Thirty-Third Heaven, please contact me at any time." The fairy played a formula.