Chapter 148 The Whereabouts of Hongmeng Purple Qi

The morning sun penetrated the morning mist and sprinkled in the courtyard.

Yang Ling sat cross-legged in the pavilion in the garden, his eyes slightly closed, breathing steadily and deeply. He was covered with flowers and rain, and the air was full of fairy flowers.

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They swayed in the breeze, each of which released a faint glow and a faint fragrance, as ethereal as a dream.

"Daddy~"

Little Yang Chan got up early as usual, barefoot, looking for her father in the yard.

"Your dad is still in the garden to understand the truth, let's not disturb him first." Yunhua, wearing a plain white thin skirt, smiled and instructed.

"Yeah."

Little Yang Chan nodded and ran to the garden lightly.

"This child..." Yun Hua shook her head and was about to stop her daughter, but her husband's voice rang in her heart: "Let her come over, I've finished my practice."

As Xiao Yangchan approached, all the fairy flowers in the garden seemed to feel her arrival, swaying in the breeze, and dancing one after another, as if welcoming her.

Xiao Yangchan blinked her big eyes, her face full of surprise and curiosity.

"So beautiful~"

Yun Hua also followed, looking at the gorgeous and colorful rain of flowers, a flash of surprise in her eyes.

"Husband, what is this method?"

Yang Ling slowly opened his eyes, looked at his wife and daughter, and unconsciously showed a gentle smile on his face, and asked softly:

"This method is called One Thought Flower Blooms, Dominate the World, it is a powerful fighting method... I have been comprehending it for a night, and I feel that it is very suitable for you and your daughter."

Yun Hua's eyes flickered, and she nodded without hesitation.

After seeing those fairy flowers, she had the same feeling in her heart.

Yang Ling didn't waste any words, and directly pointed at her forehead with one hand, teaching her the method of cultivation, and at the same time shared all his insights on this fighting and fighting sacred method without reservation.

Yun Hua sat down without saying anything, and then took out a piece of enlightenment tea and stuck it on her forehead, closed her eyes slightly, and soon fell into a deep state of enlightenment.

Yang Ling nodded slightly, and offered the Wanli Mountain and River Map to take Yun Hua in.

Based on his understanding of his wife's understanding, it would probably take a long time to cultivate this fighting and fighting sacred method.

However, once she cultivates it, she will have a great chance of breaking through the Golden Immortal Realm, and combined with the Caozi Sword Art, she will be able to fight even against the Chanjiao Golden Immortals such as Yu Ding and Wenshu.

Thinking of this, he stretched out his hand, and a fairy flower condensed into shape in his palm, and then gently floated to Xiao Yangchan's hand.

"How is it? Your mother has already learned it. Do you want to learn it, Chan'er?"

Little Yang Chan's eyes sparkled with curiosity and desire: "Daddy, these flowers are really beautiful. I want to learn it too!"

Yang Ling nodded slightly. He stretched out his hand and touched the center of Little Yang Chan's eyebrows, sharing the method of cultivation and his own insights with her.

Although Little Yang Chan has not officially started to practice, she has inherited her mother's divine power. However, this power is usually hidden in her body and cannot be mobilized at will.

As she grows up little by little, this power will be gradually released and finally mastered by her.

At that time, she will become the new God of Justice.

Taking this into consideration, Yang Ling had to pave the way for her in advance.

At this time, Little Yang Chan blinked her curious big eyes, imitated her father's appearance, and raised her tender little hands slightly.

A trace of divine power essence gradually condensed in her palm.

Afterwards, a pink fairy flower slowly grew and bloomed slowly, with crystal dewdrops shining between the petals, shining like pearls.

"Wow, Daddy, look, I can do it too!"

Little Yang Chan cheered, and the fairy flower gently rotated in her palm, emitting a faint glow, as if responding to her joy.

Yang Ling watched from the side, with a flash of relief and surprise in his eyes.

His daughter's talent and understanding far exceeded his expectations.

She had just been taught, and she was able to call on the divine power in her body to condense a great fairy flower, which showed that her understanding was excellent.

Such a talent, if it can be properly cultivated, will surely have extraordinary achievements in the future.

However, although the divine power of the God of Justice she used was powerful, its constraints and restrictions were also obvious.

He did not want his daughter's future path to be constrained in any way, and he had to find a more free and more suitable path of practice for her.

The Taiqing Ascension Technique, Nine Turns Yuan Gong, Divine Elephant Prison Power, Burning Secret, etc. that he knew now were all magical, but these methods did not fit well with Little Yang Chan.

But he was not in a hurry now.

Now that the system has been upgraded, it can stably obtain the golden blind box with legendary rewards. In the future, there will definitely be a chance to open the mysterious skills and magic methods suitable for his daughter.

Before that, what he cared about more was that the Nine-Nine Soul-scattering Gourd was about to be completed.

In the next half month, Yang Ling did not go out again, but concentrated on refining the Nine-Nine Soul-scattering Gourd at home.

He hung the Mountain and River Map in the bedroom, and filled the backyard with various complex formations, and then took his daughter into the painting to ensure that there would be no interference during the ritual.

The Mountain and River Map has green mountains and clear waters, fragrant grass and trees, and only some gentle small animals and birds scattered among the mountains and fields, which is extremely quiet and peaceful.

Such a small world is suitable for retreat and enlightenment, or refining spiritual treasures.

He did not disturb Yun Hua who was meditating in a sea of ​​flowers, but instead created an avatar to take little Yang Chan to play in this small world, while his real body found a beautiful valley and sat down beside a clear stream.

A red gourd was quietly suspended in the air. In Yang Ling's vision, the surface of the gourd gradually became transparent, revealing the "bright starry sky" formed by countless scattered soul red sands.

There were forty star rings in this "starry sky", and each star ring represented a restriction.

Refining spiritual treasures is a very mentally and physically exhausting thing, especially for a top-grade acquired spiritual treasure like the Nine-Nine Soul Dispersing Gourd, each restriction requires a lot of energy.

As the restrictions were unlocked layer by layer, Yang Ling could feel that the power contained in the gourd was getting stronger and stronger, and the difficulty of refining was also increasing exponentially.

Now, he finally refined the last restriction.

This restriction is like an indestructible wall. It is the final test of the spiritual treasure and the most difficult step.

Yang Ling completely immersed himself in it. His soul shone with light. With his will, he slowly attacked the last restriction in the gourd.

This process lasted for a long time. After consuming a lot of energy and soul power, Yang Ling finally felt that the last restriction began to loosen.

After realizing this, Yang Ling immediately concentrated all his strength on one point. His soul was like a sharp carving knife, and suddenly pierced into the restriction.

With a light "swish", tiny cracks began to appear on the surface of the last restriction.

Along with this sound, the last restriction completely lost its resistance in front of him, allowing him to successfully imprint the soul mark on anything.

The light on the surface of the Jiujiu Sanhun Gourd gradually faded, emitting a gentle and friendly luster, as if it had life, gently rotating, and seemed to be jumping happily.

At this point, the Nine-Nine Soul Gourd finally belonged to Yang Ling completely.

Yang Ling felt a strange connection between himself and the gourd. Every bit of power of this treasure was closely related to him and could be mobilized at will.

At the same time, some unfamiliar memory fragments were also captured by him.

These memory fragments were like fallen leaves, floating disorderly in the Nine-Nine Soul Gourd. They carried a sense of vicissitudes of time buried deep in the years, as if they were a call from the distant ancient times.

Yang Ling's heart moved slightly, and he immediately tried to read these memories, but found that they slipped from his fingers like sand, and he could only capture some blurred images and intermittent sounds.

Among these scattered memories, one scene seemed particularly clear.

The owner of the memory was wearing a scarlet Taoist robe, with long hair draped over his shoulders, and was sitting cross-legged in a Taoist palace with a fairy-like atmosphere.

Surrounded by wisps of fairy air, various objects were scattered in the colorful mist, all of which were colorful and surrounded by precious treasures.

Suddenly, a dark green thunder smashed the palace, and a gloomy middle-aged man appeared in the sky. He was dressed in brocade, had a majestic appearance, sharp eyes, and exuded a strong pressure.

Then the owner of the memory soared into the sky, and the two of them talked for a few words and started fighting.

This fight was extremely tragic and grand. Both of them were great masters. When they raised their hands, a galaxy fell down, and when they stomped their feet, the mountains and rivers would overturn.

In just a moment, the mountains and rivers were shattered, and the earth sank...

They fought from the nine heavens to the nine oceans, and along the way, many tall and majestic sacred mountains were turned into dust, and many vast fairy islands were tragically affected, and thus sank into the depths of the ocean...

However, although the owner of the memory had extremely profound Taoism, he was no match for the middle-aged man.

In the repeated confrontations, the owner of the memory was severely injured, and the blood stained the Taoist robe red. In the end, under a series of dark green thunder bombardments, the entire body was smashed to pieces, leaving only a wisp of soul escaping and hiding in the red gourd.

The middle-aged man chased after him, vowing to kill him.

In the end, the Nine-Nine Soul San Hun Gourd carried his soul to break through the space barrier and escaped to a dark space, where a turbid dark red river could be vaguely seen flowing endlessly.

In the void at the end of the river, there seemed to be six darker and deeper whirlpools suspended there.

The owner of the memory seemed to have made up his mind to enter the six whirlpools, but at the critical moment, a sinister old Taoist in a blood-red robe stopped him...

In the end, he was completely desperate under the joint efforts of the two great powers, and chose to self-destruct his soul, leaving only the Nine-Nine Soul-Dispersing Gourd falling into the dark red river...

The memory stopped abruptly, and Yang Ling's consciousness returned to reality.

He opened his eyes and looked at the Nine-Nine Soul-Dispersing Gourd in front of him, and his heart couldn't help but be secretly excited.

In that memory fragment, he really saw the owner of the memory throwing a jade bottle into the dark red river before self-destructing his soul.

There might be that Hongmeng purple air hidden in it!

Yang Ling took a deep breath, put the Nine-Nine Soul-Dispersing Gourd into his soul, and temporarily sealed this memory to prevent it from being noticed by someone with ulterior motives.

Next, the question before him was how to find the jade bottle?