Chen Guanshui naturally couldn't see what it looked like in Baiyun Temple. In fact, when Chen Guanshui entered Baiyun Temple for fifty miles and could explore it at will, he kept scanning the magic powers in the dream world. But except for seeing a large ball of ball-shaped clouds with a diameter of several miles, he could not see anything more. When he went deep into the clouds, it was like crashing into an absurd dream. Countless bizarre scenes flashed like galloping horses, countless monsters grew and died in an instant, and countless islands repeated the world over and over again. But in this kind of dream, Chen Guanshui could only see a little bit of the outermost layer. When he went deeper, he was directly a kind of powerful force that devoured all the explorations into pieces. He could crush all the explorations into pieces and spread the entire space, like a prehistoric beast lurking there quietly.

Fortunately, my group of people were born in Hushouling. The owner of Hushouling was Mao Liuli. Mao Liuli was once Mrs. May's pet, Mrs. May was the wife of the Great Demon King, and Lin Yuxi, the owner of Baiyun Temple in front of me, was the sister of the Great Demon King. So no matter what, there would always be no horror scenes of people like me and me throwing them directly into the alchemy furnace as alchemy materials, nor would they regard them as a casual chess piece in a chess game she had planned for thousands of years, and they would randomly throw them at a certain point as bait.

Although I don’t know what the summoning of Lin Yuxi, the real person of the soul, would bring, Xianglin Jingshe still flew respectfully towards Baiyun Temple until the two cloud cities touched each other.

But nothing happened.

Everything has happened again.

Long before Xianglin Temple came into contact with Baiyun Temple, Chen Guanshui felt the extension boundary of the vast cloud cluster he had just seen in the magical power of the dream. After crossing the boundary, there were waves of invisible and tangible things like continuous tides, and slowly swallowed all Xianglin Temple.

When the first tide came, Chen Guanshui saw the cat mushroom in his arms moaning and fell asleep.

And not only did I fall asleep, but in just a few breaths, the cat mushroom turned into a small cat the size of a palm, nesting softly on its legs and falling asleep comfortably.

When the second tide came, Chen Guanshui saw everyone else in Xianglin Temple, including Zhu Yincha, in the dream magic power, sleeping. Except for Zhu Yincha, the real person in Jindan, who only turned into a baby girl who was more than ten months old, everyone else became a pet only three inches in size. There were kittens and rabbits all over the ground. Those pure human races were also turned into little people who were only finger-height, sleeping naked in every corner of Yuncheng.

The third tide came, and the baby girl who Zhu Yincha changed suddenly woke up. Then, for no reason, was swept up by a cloud like tongue and taken away.

Then, Chen Guanshui watched the ninety-odd wooden spirit puppets emitted from the hall in front of him. Just like tens of thousands of years, they quickly faded away the various colors applied on their bodies, dimmed the magic array light connecting various parts of the body, and quietly rusted on each part, cracking the bite. Until the parts were completed, the parts continued to shatter into powder on the ground, and the ninety green light balls left in the air were still shining brightly.

A slight "Huh" surprise came from the void. At the same time, Chen Guanshui saw that the space in front of him was twisted. The distorted shadows and light intertwined into a flat water mirror. In the darkness on the water mirror, a sword energy like a sun-shooting arrow suddenly slashed to a certain part of himself.

This sword came from nowhere and left without success. In addition to feeling that he had been killed, Chen Guanshui could not see the color of the sword energy, nor could he feel the true energy fluctuations brought by the sword energy. Even the part of this sword energy slashed on him was inexplicably forgotten after a snap of his fingers.

In another blink of an eye, Chen Guanshui suddenly felt a sense of fear.

Because he felt that after a little more time, even the fact that he was killed just now would be completely forgotten. Unless he reached a certain threshold in the future, he could reappear and suddenly realize everything about today.

Then after a snap of his finger, Chen Guanshui really forgot.

Then, Chen Guanshui found that he had been sitting on a hall at some point. On the jade couch in front of the hall, there was a very lazy female cultivator sitting at him, staring at him with his eyes slanted.

In the center of the hall, more than a dozen little loli with pink and jade-carved hands were combined, and obediently surrounded a boiling soup pot. They watched a yellow little monkey with only two knuckles sleeping soundly in the soup, truly interpreting the true meaning of "a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water".

From time to time, other small animals were also affected. The little loli grabbed their tails and threw them into the boiling water soup pot.

Now, a scorpion-tailed leopard with a fist-sized fist was pinched by a little loli with a little dress with "Wu Jihua" written on her back, and she threw it into the soup pot with a long tongue. Then, after the monkey turned over casually, she was kicked into the sky, and fell into the pile of animals on the side of the hall with her teeth and claws.

Chen Guanshui knocked his fingers, and looked over with a little loli.

Sure enough, everyone has their names behind them.

Mu Lingshan, Lin Ruinai, Yun Wuwang, Wu Jihua, Du Meng, Lu Ziyao, Liu Qiongying, Chang Ruishi, Ye Hanbian, Song Yuexin, Liu Ziyue, Liu Ziyuan, Liu Zili, Liu Xuexin.

Knocking a finger and looking at a name, Chen Guanshui was also sinking into the sea of ​​consciousness, looking at the information accumulated in the green mist world. Each name was like a thunderous sound, causing a lot of information like a fish tide, splicing out a series of scrolls of flowers and brocade, forming a group of arrogant and domineering women like fire.

Fourteen names.

Fourteen Golden Elixirs First Grade.

Fourteen genius female cultivators who have caused countless bloody storms on the Qingyunzhou Continent.

Now they have become fourteen little babies only sixteen or seventeen months old. With pure smiles, they twisted each other together with tender little hands, pinching those equally fluffy, cute little animals, and shooting diagonally into the sunlight like crystal light columns, making fun of themselves.

Zhu Yincha, as a real person in Jindan, has transformed into her body, a mongoose with two tails. Now, she is lying on a small table not far away, shaking her two light yellow tails, flexing her fiery red ears, and her purple eyes are silently spinning. Then, she immediately forgot everything, pounced on a huge roast chicken in front of her, and devoted herself to the great and sacred cause of filling her stomach.

Everyone else in Xianglin Monastery has now become a small bas-relief on the wall on the right side of the hall, along with this Yuncheng. Ten kittens and a little rabbit are surrounding a brazier, waiting for the barbecue on it. A three-inch-high little man who looks like Liang Buhuo, sleeps helplessly under a big book.

Chen Guanshui turned around and faced Lin Yuxi's eyes looking over at the same time in the middle of the hall.

The stars were shining, but Chen Guanshui still didn't understand what the reason why she came to her was.

However, nothing matters now.

Chen Guanshui saw the dozens of little babies, dozens or hundreds of small animals in the hall, and two lines of big characters on the main pillar of the hall, and the little monkey being boiled in the soup pot, and he had already remembered one of the 108 alternatives.

The innocent child teaches sincerely.

It originated from the Taoist sect of Zhou Jia, the peerless demon king on the Taiyin Star. It was established by the sects established 70,000 years ago by those Nascent Soul Cultivation Beautiful Dogs who were left by him on earth. The Celestial True Heart Sect has always been listed in the Five Immortals Temple, but it never interferes in the cultivation world. There is no clear sect base Lingshan, no clear sect jurisdiction, no clear procedures for selecting disciples, and no outsiders can know the specific situation within this sect. Even the seven major surnames and Confucian sects cannot know more.

The only thing that can be confirmed is that since the establishment of this sect, the most powerful and only true soul in the sect, Zhou Jia, has never appeared. After the first generation of Nascent Soul Cultivator died, no one knew what methods and means they had used. This sect did not cut off, but had new blood flowed in. Every once in a while, one or several female cultivators used the name of the Pure Child True Heart Sect to appear in the world of cultivation, attending all the grand events that must be participated in when they come to the door.

But that's all.

But even these female cultivators can make all the sects in the world jealous. Because since the establishment of the Chi Zi Zhenxin Sect, since 50,000 years ago, female disciples who appear in the world have always been the first grade of the Golden Pill. In other places, even in the families of the Great Family, there are only one thousand Golden Pills who can produce the best grade. Without the pure desire to seek the Tao, without enough luck and opportunity, the thousands of emotional demons cannot be killed, the mind and nature that is after the Taoist Dharma and the art of truth, and the hidden deep Tao in the infinite void, you will not be able to achieve the first grade of the Golden Pill.
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