Taihang Mountain Road, near the mountain pass.

Two carriages were parked by the forest, and everyone was asleep. Xiao Tie practiced sword skills in the forest not far away, just like a beast moving in the darkness, making a sound of frames.

On the edge of the carriage, Chen Qiu, who had just returned from the night, was leaning against the shaft of Yaoqin. The two of them were talking about love, and under the moonlight, they were quite harmonious.

"Calculate the time, it should be almost done, right?"

Yaoqin raised her head in her chest, she chuckled and said to her husband:

"If Liu Wan had moved faster, this would have been a good thing."

"Oh, we are really worried about the big things in our brother's life."

Chen Qiu showed a strange smile. He sniffed the fragrance of his beloved wife's long hair and said:

"You go and persuade Liu Wan. Xuanyu gave the medicine. Qingqing also said that his brother was regretful. As far as I know, it seems that the guy Hua Qing also gave Liu Wan some things.

If we do this, if it still doesn't work, then I will let it go completely.

I was just afraid that next time I met, my brother would immediately pull out Chengying and poke a few blood holes on me. With the speed of his sword now, I can't avoid it."

"My husband lies."

Yaoqin leaned against Shen Qiu's shoulder, she said:

"Although I don't know martial arts, I heard Zhang Lan and Qingqing gossip. He said that my husband has practiced amazing skills in recent days. Even if he has not reached the half-step list of martial arts, he will definitely be not far apart.

Brother Shangui, it’s no match for you.”

"Don't listen to him nonsense."

Chen Qiu curled his lips, stretched his fingers and stretched his waist a little upward, making Yaoqin's cheeks turn red, he said:

"Zhang Lan's martial arts skills are loose, he is just a painting and selling characters. What kind of martial arts do he know?

Your husband is still a little different from that half-step realm, especially since he has reached this point, the difference in talent and roots is becoming more and more obvious.

Every step forward is a huge difficulty. When I go to Tao Zhushan this time and place you and Qingqing, I have to find a way to make up for this shortcoming and flaw."

"But isn't human roots and bones born to be determined?"

Yaoqin opened Chen Qiu's fingers on her chest, and she pouted and said to Chen Qiu:

"When my mother taught me the lonely smoke step in the long river, she told me that everything in the world has a turning point, but this person's talent is irreversible.

Those geniuses have strange roots and bones, and they are all the ancestors who appreciate the food."

"Mother-in-law is right."

Chen Qiu sighed lightly, looked at the moon above his head, and said:

"If there is really a treasure medicine for reshaping roots and bones in the world, then the whole world will be boiling, but there is nothing absolute in the world.

My father who moved the mountain, the most admired wealthy people in the world. He was in his twenties and was born in a major change, so he abandoned literature and followed martial arts. At that age, his innate qi had long dissipated.

As he said in his own words, his roots and bones are not outstanding, and compared with moving mountains, it is even more different from heaven and earth.

But he still cultivated the world's martial arts, and he had some adventures, and he could reshape the roots and bones and summon the treasures of the innate Qi."

Chen Qiu lowered his head, smiled at Yaoqin, and said:

"Before the uneven gun died, he left his chance adventure to Moving Mountain, and told him not to open it if he didn't want to move the ground list. Now he has obtained a thousand-year-old holy fire to forge his body and discover potential.

That opportunity was no longer needed for him. When he left Jinling, he gave me that opportunity, but he was busy with doing too much recently and had no time to look for it.

When we are free, I will go to Guanzhong. If I am lucky, I can reshape the roots and bones."

"Yeah?"

Yaoqin blinked, she said:

"That's a good opportunity. My husband is really lucky. There is another thing I didn't tell you."

She took something out of her sleeve and shook it in front of Shen Qiu's eyes. She said:

"The man named Young Master Huaqing is very strange.

He not only gave Yelu Wan the yin and yang technique, but also secretly gave me a share, saying that it could help my husband practice."

"Why is he still addicted to being a matchmaker in the moon?"

Chen Qiu laughed out loud by the thing. He took it in his hand, looked at it in the moonlight, and said to Yaoqin:

"This thing is OK. The fusion of yin and yang is not a peerless master. However, it is a surprise to make you healthy. After leaving Taihang Mountain, let's find some time and give it a try.

OK, go to bed, I'll be here to accompany you."

After coaxing Yaoqin to sleep, Chen Qiu sat on the shaft of the carriage, with his robe hanging beside him. He looked up at Mingyue above his head, reached out to take out a small wine pot from the carriage, and poured his mouth into his mouth.

Under the moonlight, Chen Qiu closed his eyes, and the next moment, he opened his eyes in a dream.

It's still the familiar scenery.

One platform that could not see the boundaries clearly was surrounded by black sand spiritual energy, but in addition to the silent phantoms waiting for challenges, there were more things in front of Shen Qiu, just one foot in the air.

"Crazy, crazy"

The heavy sound of chains echoed in this dream.

These chains extend out of the rotating black sand, tied to a powerful soul from all directions. The black chains are stacked layer by layer, tied the man's hands and feet tightly.

It's like a tortured person being hung in the air.

Two slender chains, one left and one right, were worn on the pipa bone on his shoulder, pressing against the center of his soul, making it difficult for him to even struggle.

This soul is like an ordinary person's body, but the ethereal Penglai Taoist robe can be vaguely seen on his body, with ribbons flying behind him, and his face, sword eyebrows, starry eyes.

But the long hair was drifting down and hung in the air, and there was no dusty aura.

Chen Qiu Xin walked forward, stood in front of the man, raised his head and looked at the bound soul.

The latter lowered his head, as if he was falling asleep, and his eyes closed, and he seemed not to feel the arrival of the autumn.

"Immortal Lord, do you have nothing to say to Chen, an ordinary man?"

Chen Qiu asked.

"Haha, ordinary people?"

The suppressed and restrained immortal Dongling did not open his eyes, nor even moved at all. It lowered its head so much, making a hoarse laugh, it said:

"I don't know which mortal family can have so much pure aura.

But I am not an ignorant person, and I know where these spiritual energy come from. You keep scolding me, Penglai, regards people as animals and harvests spiritual energy.

But Chen Qiu, aren’t you doing the same thing?”

Its tone is quite gentle, saying:

"These souls are collected by you alone, only the strong are there. I believe that the weak have been thrown into this strange thing, crushed to pieces, died, and shattered their souls into spiritual energy.

What is the difference between your secret treasure of the immortal family and my Penglai Wanling Formation?

With so much spiritual energy stored here, I believe that less than tens of thousands of people have died at your hands. It is not an exaggeration to say that you are a ghost in the world."

Dong Lingjun opened his eyes and looked at Chen Qiu below. A sarcasm appeared on his face, and he said:

"Put your hypocritical expression. What I did is hurt by heaven. I know, but since the blood is stained on my hands, no one is cleaner than anyone else!"

"The immortal king is not thinking about it."

Chen Qiu bounced his fingers and said:

"How many traces of spiritual energy can a mortal soul get?

This black sand is full of spiritual energy. It was my predecessor who killed the demons and ghosts. He killed all the old ghosts in Kunlun and got so many spiritual objects.

The Immortal Lord was buried here in the future. I think that with the Immortal Lord's soul, I am afraid that it will add 30% more spiritual energy to my treasure."

"I lost, and was confined to the soul by strange objects, I recognized it."

Dongling Jun sneered, and it said:

"But if you want to kill me, you rely on the power of Chen Qiu, the mortal, to speak in your sleep?"

“It’s really not possible now.”

Chen Qiu was not angry either. He carried his hands on his back and looked at Donglingjun, and he said:

"Shen, who has learned martial arts, has been on the earth list in one year. After three years, it is not far from the half-step heavenly list. Immortal Lord might as well guess how many years will it take for Chen to reach the innate perfection?

Your soul is indeed powerful, but if you don’t give it to you, you won’t be able to get any trace of spiritual energy here!

Without the blessing of spiritual energy, you cannot use immortal techniques, and what you rely on is just the same martial arts skills as Shen.

What's more, the Immortal Lord is an absolute spell caster, focusing on immortal arts. Apart from the Penglai Sword Book, he is not good at martial arts, right?"

He stopped and said:

"Mr. Dongling, stop talking about trash talk. While there is still time, remember what you did for thousands of years and think about the regrets you had done a thousand years ago."

"Mr. Chen knows that when Chen Qiu gets to the Heavenly List, it will be the time when you die and disappear!"

"Crash"
To be continued...