Qingqiu Qianqian looked at Sun En, and his heart was very complicated.

Is this really the son born after five or six years of pregnancy, rather than an old monster who has lived for hundreds of years?

Although the Qingqiu clan has very little feelings for descendants, especially males, he is still a little adaptable.

"Um."

Sun En raised his hand and grabbed the high threshold, turned over and entered the room.

"My thousand-year cultivation..."

Qingqiu stared at the string of green bracelets hanging on Sun En's hand, his eyes turning red.

The Taoist Yuanyang was so cruel that he took away her thousands of years of cultivation and turned it into a bracelet to give it to his son.

Moreover, unless the latter is willing, he will not be able to retrieve the bracelet at all.

I cannot recover my thousand-year cultivation.

Looking at her son who was slowly lying back on the bed, Qingqiu Qianqian had thoughts in her mind:

‘I have to think of a way to let him hand the bracelet to me…’

......

"You value that child very much...but why didn't you bring him with you?"

In the misty clouds and mist, An Qisheng sat quietly in the carriage. In front of him, Zhu Dahai took a chariot and pulled the cart at the air. The speed was as fast as a spirit bird. In the ears, the whispers of the three-hearted blue spirit boy sounded.

"If you don't climb the dangerous peak, you will see the sky first. It is not a good thing for him. Those who learn from me will live, and those who like me will die. He cannot learn the way of me."

An Qisheng looked down at the city walls that were gradually invisible under the misty clouds, restrained his mind and said lightly: "Have the spiritual treasure structure map been sorted out?"

“Uh… not yet.”

The three-hearted blue spirit boy shrank his head: "Mr. Monster, I have studied all the written records, classics, historical books, myths and legends you have collected.

Most of the divine weapons and spiritual treasures in this world are swords, guns, sticks, pictures, tripods, and clocks. Although there is a saying that the more complex and powerful it is, the more powerful it is.

But it’s not as complicated as you. Are you sure you want to refine such a spiritual treasure?"

The three-hearted blue spirit boy was a little hesitant.

Although there is a saying that the more complex the Lingbao is, the better it is, but it is so complicated that it has never been in the legends in this world.

"I'm afraid there's something not enough..."

An Qisheng's eyes flashed.

Whether it is spiritual treasures or magic weapons, they are all manifestations of the way of one's own body. The more complex the way it is, the more troublesome it is to condense the spiritual treasures.

Just like Pang Wanyang, if it does not cast spiritual treasures, one is that it does not require it, and the other is that Thailand is complicated.

He was already invincible at that time. Even though he had been in ancient and modern times for 30 million years, he did not need spiritual treasures. But he didn't know what the unknown he had to face at this time.

Naturally, we must create spiritual treasures.

His Tai Chi Great Way is now a complete success, and the general outline of all supernatural powers is the "Tai Chi Divine Court". If a spiritual treasure is forged, it is naturally necessary to refine a "Divine Court".

"There are too many treasures and treasures needed...."

The three-hearted Lan Ling Tong sighed in her heart, thinking about the list of spiritual materials she had collected, and her scalp felt a little numb.

"Hundreds of thousands of years before Guanglong and tens of thousands of years after Guanglong, there is no supreme treasure refining. Nowadays, there is naturally no shortage of spiritual materials in the world..."

An Qisheng lowered his eyes and fell through the rolling clouds.

I saw a majestic and endless mountain range.

The mountains are undulating, and thousands of dangerous peaks rise from the ground, like thousands of stars worshiping the moon, guarding a holy mountain standing tall and rising to the sky.

There are thousands of inspirations lingering on the holy mountain, and the endless storm of wind brings even more violent inspirations and vitality.

It can be seen that there are many palaces on the holy mountain, and many people are stepping in the sea of ​​clouds, practicing magical powers and secret techniques.

In a vague way, you can see a huge shadow of the golden bell rising and falling on the sea of ​​clouds, exhaling thousands of inspirations and refining the rolling energy.
Chapter completed!