Bai Yujun leaned on the railing and looked at the Endless Mountain in the Southern Wilderness.

The breeze brings the unique wild and primitive atmosphere of the hundred thousand mountains. Countless creatures are born in this ancient forest, or they struggle for food or grow quietly. There is hope and sadness. They slowly grow old and return to the forest soil. Performing the natural cycle...

The endless undulating mountains and forests rose white water vapor, the birds hovered, and the roars of the beasts echoed.

Mu sat on Bai Yujun's shoulder and held the dragon's horn, smiling, she also liked this land full of life.

A white opened his arms and closed his eyes to breathe in the air of his hometown. The breeze blew his ears and his face was itchy. What he heard in his pointed ears was the sound of the warm wind, and the white skirt fluttered gently. Beautiful, but stunningly beautiful...

"It's so good~"

For some reason, his eyes flickered and he saw a small khaki ball.

When I open my eyes, I can't see anything. Lately at night I always dream that I'm lying on a small ball, and when I'm bored, I kick the ball and it spins around. Done.

"It would be great if... that little broken ball also had a forest and a sea~"

"What?"

Mu listened with his head full of greetings, not knowing what a small broken ball was.

"It's just such a big ball, um, yes, it's just that big, it's fun~"

A certain white gestured the size of the ball with his arm, and felt that it was not obvious, so he made a small khaki ball with magic, but also felt that it was not very vivid, so he made a mana float on the ball and flew up.

"..."

Like to spin the ball?

Mu still doesn’t quite understand, thinking that every dragon likes to have different dreams, he is a tree, not a dragon. In Mu’s opinion, it is better to weave a bird’s nest if you dream and pinch **** all day long, attracting birds to live in and hatch chicks, and watch them every day. He was very happy with his neck raised and his mouth open, waiting to be fed.

"Where are you hiding? I can vaguely sense your body, but I can't determine the location. Other skills haven't changed much. Your hidden talent is maximized by you."

"Probably right there~"

Bai Yujun stretched out his finger and pointed somewhere in the blue sky, and Mu finally found the hiding place accurately.

"It's not peaceful outside, so come back and have a look when you get homesick."

"Well, the outside is very big, full of crises but with infinite possibilities. It is even broader. The most intuitive is war. From the war, you can see the true essence. The huge battlefield can't see the edge and can't see any security. Every existence is Incomparably small, the flames burn the earth and roast the sky, and black smoke covers the world..."

Talking to himself about the most real side of the vast Xinghai, what you see is not to enjoy the comfort of immortal law at ease, but as far as you can see is the battlefield of Minglan Xingxing. From outer space, you can only see the black and red shrouding the world, death and despair.

Dark red flames in the dark.

The spell blooms the most splendid light, and the murderous intent is awe-inspiring.

The battleship that returned to the Immortal Realm full of corpses, countless coffins.

Bai Yujun is not the kind of ostrich who only knows how to enjoy life and deceive the beauty of his world. He is more willing to pay attention to crises. How can the years be quiet, but there are unfamiliar brave men who carry the burden for us.

A certain dragon is unwilling to be a blind man who is insecure and only knows how to enjoy life. Once he encounters a crisis, he will be as flustered as a child, and he just wants to understand the essence of the world.

Use your own blood to fight for survival space for yourself, take up arms, and live.

...

Shenhua Mountain.

Thunderstorms fly halfway, frost and snow on top of them.

Waterfalls hang deep, cliffs, thousands of miles, thousands of rocks and clouds and seas, clouds and mists in the middle of the mountain, there are pavilions and temples floating and sinking, the Chunyang Palace is as quiet as ever, the puffy and blue altar is bright and the sun is shining, and it is wonderful to understand the Tao.

The back of Qingxu Palace is dedicated to the patriarch's hall.

The clone opened his eyes, and his eyes were full of agility that had never been seen before. Bai Yujun came back to see how Chunyang Palace was, and by the way, he raised this scale to the top of the Mahayana period to ensure that Chunyang Palace has a peak master at all times. sit down.

When I opened my eyes, I saw that I was enshrined in a **** position, and I thought that I had come to Longze County by mistake. Looking closely, it was clear that the painter of Chunyang was too lazy to paint and directly let the clone stand on the **** position.

"It would be better if you put a soft collapse on the god's seat. It's comfortable to lie down."

He got up, floated lightly and flew out of the hall to the rocky hills and pavilions of the back mountain, just looking at the scenery.

By the way, showing strength and might to deter Xiaoxiao, the most important commitment of all beasts. At the beginning, I promised Master that Shenhua Mountain would not break his promise, and he would do it when he said it.

In the main hall, the little girl was preparing to worship incense every day, when she suddenly found that Patriarch Bailong was gone!

"It's a disaster~ The ancestor is lost~"

Back Mountain.

Standing in the stone pavilion of the mountain ridge and feeling the luck, the dragon's face is blank.

"The luck of Chunyang Palace has been improved because of my ascension as a dragon? This dragon is worthy of being the most mysterious beast. In the future, if I have no money, I can improve the cemetery residence for others. I hope someone can afford the price."

There is no storage bag and no tea, so I dig out stones to make teapots, pick snow from mountains, boil snow and drink water to look at the sea.

With the help of Shenhua Mountain's dragon veins to improve the strength of the clone, the movement was too large, and the special fluctuations attracted the attention of many real people in the Chunyang Palace. They flew up the mountain to investigate the situation, and the leader was Chunyang Ye.

Ye Ye, who was wearing a robe of a sect master, saw Shi Ting's figure and was slightly stunned.

Before her ascension, Sister Bai Longbai left her scales to clone herself in the Qingxu Palace to regulate her luck, occasionally teach young disciples to practice cultivation, and she usually stayed as a statue as if she were a god. Today...it seems to be different from before, it feels like she is really alive.

Could it be...

Lead the other real people to fall and stand outside the pavilion.

"Meet Uncle Bai~"

Ye Zi and many real people in the Pure Yang Mahayana period respectfully saluted. The real master of Qingxu Palace, who thought about it for a while, understood the mystery~lightnovelpub.net~ was very excited. This is the only immortal who returned to Huashan among many pure Yang real people. As long as you point out one or two tops, you can practice a hundred years of hard work on weekdays.

Bai Yujun turned her back to the crowd and looked at the snow on Mount Huashan.

"Well, I just came back to see, by the way, to improve the strength of the clone, you did a good job."

As an older generation, you can't speak too fast, the more indifferent the better, and you look like a man with your hands behind your back and feel the vicissitudes of life.

"The uncle praised, this is what I should do."

Leaf smiles.

Although he is the head of Chunyang Palace, Ye Zi prefers the territory of the Southern Wilderness Snake and Demon. Because of this, Shenhuashan has a very good relationship with the Southern Wilderness Snake and Demon clan and Jiuli Baibu. They are allies to advance and retreat together. Yang Li's recommendation made the emperor of the world agree to a powerful army of snakes and demons to enter the Central Plains to eliminate demons.

"How to deal with the invasion of monsters? Could there be a corpse tide in the extreme Arctic?"

"Reporting to my uncle, the disciples in the sect have rebuilt their stations in various places, cooperated with the snake demon army to kill the demons, and ensured the peace of the world. In addition, they also funded the northern snow mountain savage tribe to jointly clear the remnants of the corpse tide."

In recent years, Chunyang has returned to the peak due to the improvement of his luck. Under the impetus of Ye Zixu, a rare leader, he has rebuilt the station and restored the illustrious name of the world's No. 1 Shenzong.

"very good."

Sitting in the stone pavilion and chatting with leaves.

The real people took the opportunity to bring their outstanding disciples to meet Bai Yujun, and saw that the immortals increased the cultivation ability of the younger disciples. Obviously, the real people did not understand the thoughts of the younger disciples.

"Meet the ancestors~"

Chunyang's best young disciples of several generations bent over to give salutes, the older ones were in their twenties, and the younger ones were five or six years old with snot bubbles and candy in their pockets.

In fact, what they thought in their hearts was that the ancestor looked much younger than the master...