Bai Yu leaned on the railing and looked at the Endless Mountains of the Southern Wilderness.
The light breeze brings the unique wild and primitive atmosphere of Shiwanda Mountain. Countless creatures are born in this ancient forest, either fighting for food or growing quietly, with hope and sadness, and slowly grow old and return to the forest soil, endlessly living. Interpreting the reincarnation of nature...
White water vapor rises from the endless undulating mountains and forests, birds circle, and beasts roar echo.
Mu Zai Bai Yu held the dragon horn on her shoulders and smiled. She also liked this land full of life.
Moubai opened his arms, closed his eyes and breathed in the air of his hometown. The breeze blew the hair around his ears, and his face was itchy. What he heard with his pointed ears was the gentle sound of wind, and his white skirt fluttered gently. There was no intoxicating feeling like the fairyland here. Beautiful scenery, but stunningly beautiful...
"That's great~"
Somehow his eyes flickered and he saw a small earth-yellow broken ball.
I can't see anything when I open my eyes. Recently, I always dream about lying on a small broken ball. When I'm bored, I kick on the broken ball and make it spin around. I don't know why I'm kicking on it. I just want to do that. Done.
"It would be great if... that little broken ball also had forests and seas~"
"What?"
Mu heard greetings in his head and couldn't figure out what a small broken ball was.
"It's just such a big ball, um, yes, it's just that big, it's so fun~"
Moubai used his arm to indicate the size of the ball. He felt that it was not obvious and simply used magic to make a small earth-yellow ball. But he also felt that it was not too vivid, so he made a magic floating dragon and flew up on the ball.
"..."
Like to spin the ball?
Mu still doesn’t understand. He thinks that every dragon likes to have different dreams. He is a tree, not a dragon. In Mu’s opinion, dreaming about making balls and playing with them all day long is not as good as weaving bird’s nests, attracting birds to live in, hatching birds, and watching the birds every day. He raised his neck and opened his mouth, looking very happy to be fed.
"Where are you hiding? I can vaguely sense your body but cannot determine the location. Other abilities have not changed much. You have used your concealment talent to its fullest."
"Probably right there~"
Bai Yu pointed at a certain place in the blue sky, and Mu finally found the hiding place accurately.
"It's not peaceful outside. If you feel homesick, come back and take a look."
"Well, the outside is very big, full of crises but with infinite possibilities. It is even broader. The most intuitive thing is war. From war, we can see the truest essence. There is no edge or any safety in the huge battlefield. Every existence is Incomparably small, the flames burned the earth and roasted the sky red, and black smoke enveloped the world..."
He talks to himself about the truest side of the vast sea of stars. What he sees is not enjoying the comfort of immortal magic. What he sees is still the battlefield of Minglan Star. Looking at the planet from outer space, he only sees black and red covering the world, death and despair.
The flames glow dark red in the darkness.
The spell shines with the most splendid light, and the murderous intention is awe-inspiring.
Battleships returning to the fairy world full of corpses, countless coffins.
Bai Yu is not the kind of ostrich who only knows how to enjoy life and deceive himself about the beauty of the world. He is more willing to pay attention to crises. There are no quiet years, but there are strangers and brave men who carry the burden for us.
A certain dragon doesn't want to be a blind man who has no sense of security and only knows how to enjoy life. Once faced with a crisis, he will be as panicked as a child. He just wants to understand the nature of the world.
Use your own blood to fight for your own survival space, pick up weapons, and survive.
…
Shenhua Mountain.
The thunderstorm flew half way down, with frost and snow on top.
Waterfalls hang in deep streams and cliffs for thousands of meters, thousands of rocks are reaching the sea, clouds and mist are billowing in the middle of the mountain, and pavilions and temples are rising and falling. Chunyang Palace is as quiet as ever, and the green altar of Pengque is bright with the sun shining brightly. You can understand the wonders of the Tao.
Behind the Qingxu Palace is the Grandmaster's Hall.
The clone opened its eyes, and there was more agility in the eyes than before. Bai Yu came back to see how Chunyang Palace was doing, and by the way, he improved the cultivation of this scale to the top of the Mahayana stage, ensuring that Chunyang Palace would always have a peak expert in charge. .
When he opened his eyes, he saw that he was being enshrined on a god's throne. He thought he had mistakenly landed in Longze County, but upon closer inspection, it was clear that Chunyang's painter was too lazy to paint the portrait and just let his avatar stand on the god's seat.
"It would be better if it was placed softly on the god's seat. It would be comfortable to lie down on."
Get up and fly out of the main hall lightly in the air to go to the stone pavilion on the rocky ridge in the back mountain to just watch the scenery.
By the way, he showed his strength and power to intimidate Xiaoxiao. The beast made the most important promise. He promised his master to be optimistic about Shenhua Mountain and could not break his promise. He must keep his promise.
In the main hall, the little girl was preparing to offer incense every day, but suddenly she found that Patriarch Bailong was missing!
"What a disaster! The founder is lost~"
Back mountain.
Standing in the stone pavilion on the mountain ridge, feeling the luck, the dragon's face is blank.
"The luck of the Pure Yang Palace has improved to the next level because I transformed into a dragon and ascended? This dragon is worthy of being the most mysterious beast. In the future, if I have no money, I can improve the cemetery and residence for others. I hope someone can afford the price."
There are no storage bags and no tea leaves. I dig out stones to make teapots, gather snow from the mountains, boil the snow and taste the water while looking at the sea.
With the help of Shenhua Mountain's dragon veins, the clone's strength was increased. The movement was too great and the special fluctuations attracted the attention of many real people in Chunyang Palace. They flew up the mountain with their swords to investigate the situation. The leader was Master Chunyang Ye.
Ye Zi, who was wearing a Taoist robe as a leader, was slightly stunned when he saw Shi Ting's figure.
Before her ascension, Sister Bailong left her scales to clone herself in Qingxu Palace, adjusting her luck and occasionally teaching young disciples how to practice. On weekdays, she stayed motionless like a statue in the divine position. Today...it seems different from before, and she feels like she is really alive.
Could it be...
He led other real people down and stood outside the pavilion.
"Meet Uncle Bai~"
Ye Zi and many Chunyang Mahayana masters saluted respectfully. The master of Qingxu Palace understood the mystery after just a moment's thought, and was extremely excited. This is the only immortal among the many ascended masters in Chunyang who has returned to Huashan. He only needs to point out one or two tops. I practiced hard for hundreds of years on weekdays.
Bai Yu turned his back to everyone and looked at the snow in Huashan Mountain. He took a sip of snow water into his throat and closed his eyes to taste it.
"Well, I just came back to take a look and improve the strength of the clones. You did a good job."
As an older generation, you shouldn't speak too fast. The calmer the better. You should make a tall person's pose with your hands behind your back to express the sense of vicissitudes of life. In fact, you can't tell the vicissitudes of life with such an immortal appearance.
"Uncle Master, you praised me. This is what I should do."
The leaves smile.
Although he is the head of Chunyang Palace, Ye Zi prefers the Southern Wilderness snake demon territory. Because of this, Shenhua Mountain has a very good relationship with the Southern Wilderness snake demon clan and the Jiuli Bai tribe. They have become allies to advance and retreat together. It was Yang Li's recommendation that made the emperor of the world agree to the powerful snake demon army entering the Central Plains to eliminate demons.
"How to deal with the invasion of monsters? Is there a tide of zombies doing evil in the far north ice field?"
"Uncle Master, the disciples in the sect will rebuild their bases in various places and work with the snake demon army to kill the evil spirits and ensure peace in the world. They will also help the savage tribes in the snowy mountains of the North and work together to eliminate the remnants of the corpse tide."
In recent years, Chunyang has returned to its peak due to improved luck. Driven by Ye Zi, the rare leader of Zixu, it has rebuilt its base and restored its reputation as the world's number one divine sect.
"very good."
Sitting in the stone pavilion chatting with Ye Zi when I had nothing to do.
The masters took the opportunity to bring their outstanding disciples to meet Bai Yu, and to see the gods increase the power of the younger disciples to practice. Obviously, the masters did not understand the thoughts of the young disciples.
"Greetings to the ancestor~"
The most outstanding young disciples of several generations of Chunyang bent down and saluted. The older one was in his twenties, and the younger one was five or six years old, with a snot-filled nose and candies hidden in his pockets.
In fact, what they were thinking about was that their ancestor looked much younger than their master...
