The host, she is becoming beautiful every day

Chapter 673: Don’t Be Black (77)

How dangerous it is for a monk to cross the catastrophe, not to mention, it is the catastrophe from Jindan to Yuanying!

The most terrible thing is that no one else knows that Yan Hanzhou has actually cultivated demons. As a demon cultivator, thunder disaster and karma are heavier than ordinary monks, but Yan Hanzhou even gave himself the magic talisman for body protection?
Is he young and frivolous and doesn't understand anything, or is he overconfident and so dizzy that he doesn't even care about his life?

……

System 233 looked at Su Qinghuan's dazed look, and it gave a rare and serious explanation to Su Qinghuan.

"Host, Yan Hanzhou doesn't know that this advanced Nascent Soul's Thunder Tribulation is full of difficulties. He is clearly trapped by love, and he is willing to regard you as more important than his life."

"Tong'er...you..."

Su Qinghuan wanted to refute System 233's words, but when she held the magic talisman in her hand, it was obvious that this little thing was as light as nothing, but in the palm of her hand, it seemed to be heavy, as heavy as a thousand weights.

……

Seeing that Su Qinghuan was silent and speechless, system 233 took advantage of the situation to light a fire for Yan Hanzhou.

"Host, don't deny it. Can't you see it? This life-saving talisman is not what you gave Yan Hanzhou in the first place."

"This talisman has been strengthened by Yan Hanzhou a long time ago, and now he has used the brains and blood of many young people to strengthen the magic circle. Yan Hanzhou's innate ability to comprehend the formation is already impressive, far above ordinary monks like you. "

"I'm afraid that with this sacrifice of heart and soul, the spiritual power of the magic circle will be more than doubled."

……

Although a person has a lot of blood all over his body, the blood from his heart is extremely precious.

And once it is given to others, in the most causal cultivation world, it will implicate two people invisibly.

Su Qinghuan pursed the corners of her lips, her heart seemed astringent.

But at this moment, her thin lips moved several times, and she really couldn't say anything.

At this time, the Tianyuan Secret Realm had long been torn apart by the Demon Evil Lord Jiuyou, and all the monks inside were forcibly teleported out.

Those monks who had just crossed the teleportation realm and arrived on the ground saw the thick dark clouds in the sky before they stood still beside Su Qinghuan.

Some ignorant monks who didn't understand the power of the thunder calamity said in surprise.

"Hey, I didn't expect any fellow Taoist to comprehend so quickly. Could it be that he got some opportunity in the Tianyuan secret realm? Is this the catastrophe of stepping into the Golden Core?"

Soon someone in the know retorted.

"Looking at the roaring posture of this thunder cloud, how can it be the catastrophe of building a foundation and breaking through the golden core? It is clearly the thunder catastrophe of the golden core breaking through the Nascent Soul!"

"Among us monks who have entered the Tianyuan secret realm, are there any monks who are about to step into the Yuanying? Why haven't I heard of it?"

"Wow! Look quickly! The figure in the dark clouds and thunder looks like a young man, but judging by the severity of the thunder calamity, this unknown fellow Taoist didn't even sacrifice a magic weapon for protection. He's young, I'm afraid he's going to die!?"

……

Hearing the discussion of those people, Su Qinghuan spoke coldly.

"He will never die."

Even if these gossip people are dead, it will not be Yan Hanzhou's turn.

When Su Qinghuan thought of this, she didn't know whether it was discomfort or guilt. She pinched the talisman that she saw was prepared for crossing the catastrophe, and she didn't know what Yan Hanzhou had in mind to give it to herself.

Although the original body could be regarded as the talent of the sky, it was not as good as Yan Hanzhou, a genius who dared to face the Nascent Soul Thunder Tribulation alone at the age of 17.

Moreover, when the original owner was about to break through the Nascent Soul from the golden core, the original master Daoxuan Shangzun specially refined several thousand-year-old black iron armor clothes for her body protection.

Even so, the original body was still shattered by the body armor under the thunder calamity, and he vomited blood continuously.

That is to say, the original body was lucky enough to save a life, and successfully crossed the thunder tribulation barrier, and under the care of many heavenly materials and earthly treasures found by Daoxuan Shangzun, it gradually improved.

……

Yuanshen... really had a very good master.

On the other hand... as Yan Hanzhou's master, he is not qualified in any way.

Not only did she not take care that Yan Hanzhou might break through at any time, she would not go so early to refine the magic weapon for Yan Hanzhou to overcome the catastrophe.

If Yan Hanzhou really fell into that thunder calamity.

Will I... Will I feel ashamed for the rest of my life?

No matter how many excessive things Yan Hanzhou has done in the original plot line, at the very least, she can't criticize a teenager with things that haven't happened yet.

All in all, he maliciously speculated more about Yan Hanzhou.

Su Qinghuan lowered her eyes and glanced at the protective talisman, feeling even more uncomfortable in her heart.

……

When those monks heard Su Qinghuan's cold snort, they felt displeased on their faces, and when they turned around, they stuttered a little when they saw the appearance of the female cultivator in white.

"This... this... why did the fairy say such a thing?"

There have always been no ugly people in the world of cultivation, but it is really rare for a woman like this, who looks like a pile of ice and snow, with every eyebrow and eye to be beautiful.

Su Qinghuan looked cold, and was not ready to answer the words of those young disciples.

However, people from the Ming Sword Sect came this way, and the leader was Ye Bingqing, the Leng Yue Fairy of the Ming Sword Sect.

When the female cultivator in blue saw Su Qinghuan, she was pleasantly surprised.

"Xianzun, why are you here? Junior Brother Hanzhou..."

The few people who asked Su Qinghuan before heard Ye Bingqing's address to Su Qinghuan, and immediately reacted.

Those who can be called Immortal Venerable must be monks of Nascent Soul and above.

Looking at the Canglan Continent, the only Nascent Soul cultivator who can be born with such a snow-clear beauty and a woman is the Liuli Daojun of the Qingyun Sect.

"It turned out to be Liuli Immortal Venerable. The younger generation took the liberty earlier. I have admired the Immortal Venerable's name for a long time, and I hope you will forgive me."

Those male disciples looked at Su Qinghuan with respect in their eyes, but there was also a subtle hostility, which Su Qinghuan soon noticed.

Su Qinghuan frowned, but nodded slightly, not wanting to talk to these passers-by.

But Ye Bingqing seemed to think of something, with a little anxiety in his eyes, he asked again in a low voice.

"Immortal Venerable, where is Junior Brother Han Zhou? Do you know that Elder Shen of Jingxin Valley is now leading Senior Brother Ning, whom I sent, to hunt down Junior Brother Han Zhou because of the confession of the demon girl Hua Wanwan. You must let Han Zhou Brother Zhou, be careful."

"Anything else?"

The little fox frowned and retorted.

"Absurd, it was Han Zhou who subdued the demon girl, so how could he join forces with Hua Wanwan? What's more, the demons are cunning, how can you trust them?"

And almost as soon as she finished speaking, there was a burst of loud laughter from the front.

"Fellow Daoist Su, haven't you been deceived by your good apprentice? Just look at the situation of this demon girl. Does she have to slander your little apprentice?"

Su Qinghuan was startled, and saw Elder Shen from Jingxin Valley carrying a woman with disheveled hair, and threw it over!
(End of this chapter)