Perfect World

"You go back and rest first. We also need to prepare to ensure that nothing goes wrong and revive the sacrificial spirit." The master of Butian Pavilion said, his words were gentle and his body was shining, making this ancient land brilliant.

The sacrificial spirit is dry and scorched. It has been too long since ancient times. It is now lacking vitality. If nothing happens, it will die in the next few years.

Over the years, Butian Pavilion has tried every means to preserve its life so that it can survive for a long time, but the results have been ineffective. However, they also collected some rare spiritual objects, which they prepared to use this time, and combined with the sand moistened by the Divine Fountain of Youth, to maximize their effectiveness.

This requires careful preparation, and even refining some artifact residues left over from ancient times and injecting them into the golden sand to ensure success.

The little boy ran away and disappeared. When he came back and got such a result, he was naturally very happy. He went to rest for a while first, and then he could enter the Sutra Pavilion.

This ancient pure land has a lot of spiritual energy, which is far better than the outside world, but it is not as good as Baiduan Mountain. It is afraid of comparison. The spiritual energy in the ancient small world has turned into liquid and flowed on the ground. It is rare in the world and difficult to find.

The little one ran into a group of stone mountains. At the foot of each mountain were patches of bamboo forest. This was the residence of new disciples, with rows of bamboo and wood monasteries.

He didn't find the hair balls. They were scattered in the Butian Pavilion when he left last time, which made him feel uneasy because this guy had such good teeth that he could eat them better than him!

"Isn't this junior brother? You are back." Many people greeted him. Before he left, he had defeated a number of geniuses, which caused shock among these new disciples.

Of course, some people ran away and did not dare to get close, because everyone knew that he was possessed by an ancient supernatural being, and that there would be a ghost following him at night.

But he is a practitioner after all, and it is daytime and the sun is shining brightly. Most people are not afraid and come up to say hello. At the same time, he was very curious and stared at the big naked, featherless bird next to him.

At present, ordinary disciples do not know his origins, let alone where he has been and what he has done these days. Only a few people in the genius camp and some disciples of the elders vaguely understood how defiant this ferocious child was!

Obviously, paper cannot cover the fire after all, and the news will be leaked before long.

"Have you ever seen a little monkey? It's fleshy, round, and only as high as a fist." The little one asked.

"Of course you know about the disaster you mentioned! By the way, junior brother, I remember that you raised it. It seems to come in and out of your house often. You don't know that it has caused big trouble."

"Yes, that little monkey was so powerful. He gnawed away a piece of the spiritual field, and also ate up some old medicine on the spiritual mountain. If it hadn't been able to hold on after eating, he fell asleep under a spiritual medicine plant. Still can’t catch it.”

A group of teenage boys and girls marveled and talked about the events of the past few days.

The little boy scratched his head, and his ominous premonition came true. Maoqiu caused harm to some medicine fields in Butian Pavilion and was arrested by an ancestor.

"If I had known better, I should have taken it into Baiduan Mountain." He muttered.

At that time, he felt that the ancient small world was too dangerous, and the fur ball could cause trouble. If he kept it with him, he might be hunted down all day long, so he left it in Butian Pavilion. Now it seems that it was a mistake.

A large group of people gathered around, all new disciples. The little boy was very cheerful and could get along well with anyone after he started. Many people came to see him after hearing the news.

Not long after, the little boy appeared in the genius camp, and he immediately attracted a lot of strange looks. Some people had heard something about him, and vaguely heard about his background, but they were not sure yet.

"Junior brother, I heard that you did a big thing outside and stirred up a huge storm. Geniuses from all races are no match for you?" A girl in green clothes came over with a smile, with fair skin, slender figure, and a pretty face. Smile, eyes moving.

It was the young and beautiful girl Yan Xin, who looked like fourteen or fifteen years old. She once fought against the little one, and although she was defeated, she did not make any enmity.

"What are the pretty girls talking about? Why don't I understand?" The little one pretended to be stupid. Facing the senior sister who was a head taller than him, he still wiped his saliva exaggeratedly as before.

"Are you really that naughty kid in the Virtual God Realm, and you ran into Baiduan Mountain to show off your power this time?" Another girl came over, wearing an animal skin skirt, with a wheat complexion, a wild beauty, like a cheetah, and a slender figure. He is fit and even his eyes have a wild look.

"Sister Piaoxue, long time no see, you're beautiful again." The little one wiped her saliva and deliberately changed the subject, not wanting to say anything more.

A group of people gathered around, all with weird smiles. This little kid was less than ten years old, a head shorter than these young girls, and he had the nerve to pretend to be Brother Pig.

These people were not hostile at all, and they could be regarded as friends. They were all knocked down by Xiao Budian, and they lost a bunch of medicine powder and bone books.

They all asked and wanted to know if he really did a series of great things in Baidu Mountain.

"Brother Yuhao, I haven't seen you for a long time. I miss you so much." The little boy laughed and said, "Have you recovered from your injury? Let's discuss it again sometime."

Zhou Yuhao had just untied his belt, and when he saw the ferocious child again, his face turned a little green, and he quickly backed away. He didn't want to break another bone. The first two times were really painful.

"Little brother!" A handsome child ran over, full of joy. It was Qingfeng who had entered the cave world. These days, he worked harder than anyone else and didn't waste any time until he knew the little one was back.

"Let's go, let's go find Maoqiu." The little boy picked him up and ran away, not wanting to be questioned by those people.

A spiritual mountain, purple lightning flashes, it is like a sea of ​​thunder, the entire mountain is surrounded by lightning, and there is an ancient temple at the top, magnificent and sacred.

Zhu Yan revealed his true form, with shiny golden fur all over his body. His hands and feet were tied by several divine chains, and he was hung in front of the palace. Lightning flashed around him, surrounding him, making it difficult for him to escape.

Furball was quite depressed and listless. He had been hanging for almost half a month and the old guy still wouldn't put him down. The Divine Chain is one of the most important treasures of Butian Pavilion, otherwise it would have been bitten off long ago.

"Zhizhi!" After seeing the little one emerging, it immediately screamed, which meant that we should come and save it quickly.

"This monkey is not simple!" The hairless strange bird shuddered, looking at the golden ball as big as a fist, as if facing a sleeping giant.

Although the strange hairless bird has a serious physical problem, its innate and powerful spiritual sense is still there, as if it can clearly see the curse on the little thing.

"Senior, please let go of Furqiu." Xiao Doidian begged.

"It destroyed my medicine field and stole the elixir. The crime is too great!" An old man, covered in electric light, sat cross-legged in the hall, looking calm and powerful.

This is an ancestor of Butian Pavilion. He practices the Thunder Rune Law and his strength is unpredictable and extremely powerful.

"Senior, give it a chance. Besides, my little brother has brought back the Fountain of Youth, which can save the ancient sacrificial spirits and give Furball freedom." Qingfeng also begged, with pure eyes and very sincerity.

"You are that child." In the palace, the old man transformed out of thin air and appeared at the foot of the mountain. His whole body glowed with thunder, and a strange symbol formed above his head. The electric light intertwined and was extremely bright.

He looked at the little one and said, "Can you understand this rune?"

This is the secret of Thunder Dao, turned into runes, condensing all the laws into one symbol. It is the essence of his life of cultivation, and it is the most complicated and unpredictable.

"What a powerful symbol. The complexity is reduced to simplicity, and the endless thunder runes are condensed into one magical rune. This is really amazing and unbelievable. The skills of the predecessors have contributed to the creation." Xiao Budian exclaimed.

He admired it immensely. This rune gave him great inspiration, because he had learned the art of Suan Ni and was also studying the lightning rune. At this time, he was a little fascinated by it.

After a long time, he woke up and felt that he had benefited a lot. Although he did not fully understand it, he seemed to have seen a new world.

"You're not bad. You are indeed as ferocious as the rumors say." The old man nodded, and the lightning all over his body became more intense and kept roaring.

The little one was embarrassed and said: "I am the kindest person, not cruel at all."

"Who believes it?" The bald man whispered beside him.

"boom"

The little boy slapped it over and fired a bolt of lightning, using some of his previous experiences. The two bald men suddenly emitted black smoke and twitched, and the electric light crackled non-stop.

"Sure enough, the talent is amazing." The old man praised.

The unlucky two-bald man was covered in black smoke, his mouth and nose were spraying lightning, and he was cursed again and again. It became a testing stone, and the strength of the magic was tested on it.

"After you enter the Scripture Collection Pavilion, you can choose some thunder rune bone books and explore slowly. If you have anything you don't understand in the future, you can ask me." The ancestor of Butian Pavilion said this.

"Thank you, senior!" The little one was very happy and sincerely thanked him.

"Thunder Technique was originally a sect-suppressing magical power of my Butian Pavilion. It has been passed down to this day, but the essence has been lost. I don't know when it will be completed." The old man shook his head, and with a flash of lightning, he disappeared from the foot of the mountain and reappeared there again. In an ancient palace.

"Little brother, this is an ancestor of Butian Pavilion. He is going to teach you the magical power of thunder. The power of your magic will be greatly improved very quickly!" Qingfeng was surprised and whispered congratulations to little brother.

"Senior, can you let Furqiu go?" asked the little boy.

With a "clang" sound, the divine chains opened, and the fur ball suddenly turned into a golden light and rushed down. It landed on the little boy's shoulder with a whoosh, and then hid behind him, revealing a big eye and waving to the top of the mountain. Little golden claws, grinning.

"Keep an eye on it. It's best not to let others see its true form." The old man said, letting go of the golden Zhu Yan, and warned him seriously.

Obviously, he also saw that this little golden monkey had a great background and could not be exposed to the world easily.

"Let's go, Qingfeng, I'll take you to eat good food." The little one ran away with Furball and Qingfeng.

"Okay, let's go celebrate. Tomorrow, little brother can enter the Sutra Pavilion. It is a treasure land of bone books that has been passed down from ancient times to the present. There must be many secret techniques, and maybe we can also find the lost magic of suppressing teachings." Qingfeng said. He felt happy.

When they returned to their residence, they found a young man in silver robe with a dark face, waiting in front of the monastery in the bamboo forest for a long time. His face turned red and white, and he clenched his fists.

It was Xiao Tian. After he returned to the clan, he came back immediately without stopping.

He heard all kinds of things in Baiduan Mountain, and he became more and more suspicious that the ferocious child was his "confidant". Later, when he inquired carefully and understood it carefully, he almost spit out a mouthful of old blood.

Therefore, he did not stop for a moment and returned to Butian Pavilion to find out.

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