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Chapter 885

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"Water attribute … Heavenly Spiritual Root?"

Hearing this word, Shui Taiji's expression was blank. Because the tradition of cultivation had been lost for too long, he didn't know the specific meaning of these words.

"Yes! It means that in a place with abundant Spiritual Qi, under the guidance of a responsible master, your cultivation speed will be more than ten times faster than ordinary people. Moreover, you will have a high affinity for the magical power of the water attribute. Once you master the top-level secret method, you can break a mountain with a wave of your hand and sweep across a region! "

Shui Taiji's eyes lit up when he heard Yang Yan's words.

"Like turning the hand into waves and turning the palm into a lake?" He vaguely remembered the almost miraculous immortal means of his ancestor, the Great River Venerable.

"Of course!" Yang Yan said with certainty.

"Master!" Shui Taiji suddenly rolled down from the stretcher and hugged Yang Yan's thigh tightly. "Take me to cultivate!"

Shui Zhimei glanced at her brother in shock and suddenly felt that the door to a new world had been opened.

"Master!"

The little girl quickly rushed forward and hugged Yang Yan's other leg tightly.

"Master, I won't bite you anymore!"

"Hey!

Do you have any shame?

Do you have any dignity as the descendants of the Great River Venerable? "

Seeing his young master licking outsiders, the High Priest, who was covered in ointment, was so angry that he hit the floor with his staff.

"A person only has two legs, which are taken by you two shameless people. Where should I go?!"

Yang Yan, who had been sympathetic and couldn't help but encourage his fellow cultivators, didn't expect that he would gain two disciples because of this. His cheeks instantly turned red.

Zhen Xiaoxiao and Shentu Weiran looked at each other, then laughed and rolled to the ground.

"Sister Ji 'er, what's so funny?"

Human voices suddenly came from the sky.

Even though they were far away, the sound waves were extremely penetrating.

A chilling pressure came instantly. Kimberley looked up and saw a black wind with python scales and a large group of people coming toward the Bin Pavilion aggressively.

Because his vision was not clear, he mistook Zhen Xiaoxiao, who was sitting sideways on the mat and wearing a Southern Cauldron female cultivator's light gauze dress, for Blood Night Ji.

"What should we do?" Shui Taiji and the High Priest were instantly covered in a layer of sweat.

Where did this cultivator come from?

They were apprehensive as soon as they saw the cultivators. They didn't think that their luck was so good today that they could make friends again and again, not to mention that the newcomer was shouting Xue Yeji's name!

Zhen Xiaoxiao's expression was not as desperate as the Shui siblings and the high priest. Anyway, with the human skin mask in hand, she quickly put on the mask that was hidden in front of her chest while she was hugging her knees and laughing.

At the same time, he lifted his head.

The people in the air had already crushed the turf in front of the Bin Pavilion and strode into the room.

The leader reeked of blood, and his footsteps were heavy. Every time he took a step, he smashed a hole in the ground.

A Core Formation cultivator!

Zhen Xiaoxiao's eyes narrowed. Although he was far from the Core Formation realm, he had interacted with many Core Formation cultivators back in Dongling.

With a single glance, he could tell the strength of this person.

Different from the Southern Cauldron's tradition of female cultivators, the leader was a man with golden boots and leather armor. He had a head full of braids, and the ends of his hair were tied with dried scorpions' corpses and longan-sized jewels.

His appearance was feminine, and a pair of snake-like bright yellow eyes constantly revealed an evil glint.

The saber on his waist was sheathless, and the sharp tip of the saber was still flowing with fresh blood.

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