I woke up from a big dream and said nothing all night.
By the third watch of the day, Xiao Yue'er was still sleeping on the bed, with a happy smile on her face.
"A Yuan, why don't you rest today and go practice martial arts tomorrow?" Lin Yiru said softly, with a pair of bright deer eyes.
Feeling Lin Yiru's gaze, Hong Yuan shifted his gaze without any trace.
As they grow older, master Lin Daoyan is extremely concerned about the marriages of their descendants.
On several occasions, the master and his senior brother asked him if he had any romantic feelings for Lin Yiru.
But he, Hong Yuan, is a practitioner of longevity martial arts——
After all, it is difficult to walk together on the same road.
"Sister Yiru, I still like your proud attitude." Hong Yuan said silently in his heart.
But he said calmly: "That's okay. But in half a month I will go to take the true test, and I will have to trouble you to take care of Xiao Yue'er."
"Yeah, I know." Lin Yiru smiled sweetly, her smile was as charming as a flower.
But the next moment, Xiao Yue'er suddenly woke up from the beautiful dream with a cry.
Xiao Yue'er just woke up and saw Hong Yuan and Lin Yiru.
She jumped up from the bed and jumped towards Hong Yuan.
Hong Yuan had no choice but to stretch out his big hand and hug her tightly.
Daily martial arts practice begins again.
This time, Xiao Yue'er's fighting spirit was extremely concentrated and her will was very firm, which even impressed Hong Yuan.
It’s just that happy time is always short-lived, and half a month flies by.
…
Half a month later.
The main hall of the sect’s deacons.
The incarnation of strength boarded the flying boat and waved to the relatives and friends below.
The destination of this trip was Nanyang County, where he served as a foundry master for one year, which was similar to military service.
In the eyes of outsiders, Hong Yuan was in Nanyang County and his safety was absolutely guaranteed.
Not to mention that the incarnation of strength possesses four great magical powers and has extraordinary combat power.
"Little uncle, come on!" Xiao Yue'er shouted, wishing Hong Yuan success in his examination.
The flying boat sets sail.
With Xiao Yue'er's blessing, Hong Yuan went to Qingyang Mansion in Nanyang again.
It's hard to stop fighting when the war is going on.
The melee between Fengxi Sect, Qinglu Taoist Temple and other major overlord sects has gradually entered a relatively relaxed state, and is no longer as fierce as it was at the beginning.
It is more common to use the form of Tianjiao versus Tianjiao to determine the ownership of the city.
And this also made Hong Yuan more determined that these wars were just to select talented disciples with extraordinary qualifications and good luck.
The people are prosperous and suffer. If they die, the people will suffer.
Regardless of the decision of the overlord sect, the lives of ordinary people are still difficult.
"Hey, have you heard that Long Zhandu wanted to imitate Bo Qing and become a saint through battle, but ended up being trapped in Yaoshan."
"Tsk, tsk, it's not so easy to take a shortcut. The Martial Saint's disaster has blocked many geniuses. Over the years, it's not like there aren't nine true legends of Fengxi who have fallen here."
"Yes, this Long Zhandu is a little arrogant. That Bo Qing is originally a man of the devil, and his specialty is dangerous military tactics. But we are from a well-known family, and the bright road is to follow the right path honestly."
"..."
Several practicing disciples exchanged information about the war ahead and gave advice.
In their words, they expressed disdain for Long Zhandu, who was regarded as the true successor of Fengxi.
Long Zhandu is the true successor of the Nine Great Fengxi, the contemporary owner of the Black Wolf Blessed Land, and one of the top disciples in the Fengxi Sect.
He is a slave with extremely high cultivation, slave to monsters, slaves to things, and slaves to people!
There is nothing that cannot be controlled.
"Long Zhandu..." Hong Yuan sat on the armchair and muttered the name silently.
If he remembered correctly, this person was Xiao Youjun and senior brother Xu Haisheng, who had a grudge against him.
But now he is the master of the Soul Dao. If he has obtained the profound inheritance of the Slave Dao, then the demon body may not be able to perform high-end micro-manipulation when participating in the battle for the Ten Thousand Realms.
"I don't know if Baohuangtian has a slave path inheritance that can directly reach the realm of martial saint."
Hong Yuan closed his eyes slightly and turned his main attention to Bo Qing.
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…
Tianhe Blessed Land, Xiaoxi Desert.
This is a desert, and the places where people gather are oases.
Under Hong Yuan's deliberate arrangement, most of the fierce lone sword beasts survived here.
At this moment, Bo Qing is extracting the evil energy from these sword beasts and preparing to sell the evil energy.
Tianhe Blessed Land is a special-grade blessed land that can produce one hundred Qingti Immortal Elements a year.
Compared with other blessed lands, the output of Tianhe blessed land is extremely efficient, which is more than enough to maintain the practice of sword incarnation.
But the Tianhe Sword is a sacred weapon, and it is also a big consumer of immortal energy. Not to mention that Hong Yuan still needs to accumulate immortal energy to survive the disaster in the blessed land.
Good fortune and misfortune depend on each other.
The dangers faced by the Tianhe blessed land are far greater than those of other blessed lands.
"Qiang!"
A sword sound sounded.
Hong Yuan clenched his big hands, and the sword incarnation's body suddenly made heavy explosion sounds.
A surge of surging power emerged, a power that could destroy the world and rebuild the universe.
For a moment, Hong Yuan was a little obsessed.
"To use such a powerful force to act as a tool, tsk tsk, this is a bit of a luxury." Hong Yuan shook his head and sighed, no longer thinking about it.
With a wave of his hand, Xiao Ximo suddenly unleashed a storm of sword energy.
The sword beasts hidden in the oasis screamed loudly, but in the face of this storm of sword energy, they were unable to resist. They turned into ferocious energy and were collected by Hong Yuan.
With a soft breath, sweet rain began to fall in Xiaoxi Desert, and young sword beasts emerged from the ground. It won't be long before Hongyuan can harvest again.
These sword beasts are like leeks. Once Hong Yuan cuts a crop, there will be another crop.
"Babel worm, get up!"
Hong Yuan made a sword seal with his own hands to activate the immortal energy and instill the Heaven-Bearing Insect.
Soon, Hong Yuan's will ascended to the treasure yellow sky with the help of the Heaven-Bearing Insect.
This is a chaotic and hazy world, and all the will coming and going is a shadow.
The embodiment of Hong Yuan's will is a blue figure filled with fierce sword energy.
Arriving at Baohuangtian again, Hong Yuan looked at it carefully. I wanted to see if there were any Dao marks left by the Sky Horned Ant's Tianli here, but unfortunately, there weren't any.
Hong Yuan was not sure whether Huang Tian's shattering was the battle between Tianli and the three quasi-emperors and their imperial weapons.
"The fierce aura is for sale, I want to buy the slave path inheritance that reaches the holy level!"
Occupying a high platform, Hong Yuan displayed his goods and needs.
Waves of light spread all around, and the will of the demon saint and the will of the martial saint stopped, but in the end they had no choice but to leave.
In the end, Hong Yuan had to lower his requirements and set the Slave Dao inheritance at the fifth level, plus other resources.
Until then, the transaction was successful.
"Be prepared for the worst in everything. The fifth-level slave inheritance... I feel like I can't cope with the seventy-two princes."
"It would be a bit of a loss if we withdraw from the battle for the Ten Thousand Realms early."
"It seems that I have to disguise myself and go visit Long Zhandu. He definitely has the magical power of slavery in his hands!"
Hong Yuan's face did not change, and he was silently planning in his heart.
This true journey requires a lot of running.
