Leisurely cultivating life

"boom!"

The body is almost uncontrollable, all kneeling on the ground.

"Shameless, shameless!"

A congenital creature kneeling on the ground trembled all over, with bulging veins on his forehead, and gritted his teeth to utter these few words.

Xuan Zhen.

The skylight refracted on the sea water, causing dizzy ripples, gathering and dispersing. On a small island, a pair of eyes that were also full of sacred aura looked at the figure.

"The thief who stole the sacred source, you are not worthy to be a god!"

The words drifted with the wind, swaying in the whole Xuanzhen, and in an instant, countless pairs of eyes filled with divine aura flickered, as if they were echoing.

A space full of strange aromas, red springs and red wells, the sound of water and rocks, sparkling waves and light, different sizes, lotus flowers in full bloom around the circle, and the dark fragrance is overwhelming.

Three or five spirit cranes danced lightly, their white feathers swayed lightly, and the light and shadow were chaotic.

A goddess was sitting on a cloud couch, with snow-skinned temples and a delicate face. Suddenly, a pair of beautiful eyes cast somewhere, and after a long time, she sighed.

"Is the immortal way eternal..."

With green mountains and green waters, pavilions, towers and pavilions, a middle-aged man in Confucian shirts looked up at his prime minister, his eyes seemed like a deep pool, deep and unfathomable.

……

Above the void, in the sea of ​​clouds, crystal-clear fairy light rises from the sky, condensing its brilliance and flickering colors.

The green lotus blossoms, the fairy seal script is intertwined, and the meaning of the fairy family scriptures is faint.

A cloud couch moved slowly, the cloud air spread out to both sides, the snow-white air waves rolled, and the ripples went in all directions.

Zhou Fan wore a Taoist crown and fairy clothes, and sat firmly on the cloud couch. Above his head, Qingyun propped up, and the fairy seals floated and sank in it, stringing like beads, jingling.

"East China Sea."

Zhou Fan cast his gaze downwards, looking up and down.

Speaking of it, Kunlun Yuxu and Donghai lived next to each other, but this was the second time he passed by the East China Sea.

From this, Zhou Fan thought of the five East China Sea dragon carp in his family. From the beginning of his cultivation to the present, he did not know when he would be able to transform into a dragon.

True dragons are the true spirits of heaven and earth. From ancient times to the present, there are only a dozen or so in total. There are only four of them that are still alive. On the surface, there are only four of them, and one of them was born 10,000+ years ago.

That is the one below him.

Zhou Fan had a smile on his face, and the shadow of a real dragon was reflected in his eyes.

"Dragon clan."

He looked calm, thinking secretly in his heart.

Although the Dragon Clan has never expected to be the overlord of heaven and earth due to their small number, their strength should not be underestimated.

In the ancient times, the Heavenly Court of the monster race was the overlord of the sea. Even in the Middle Ages, when humanity was dominant and the primitive continent was broken, it still firmly occupied the East China Sea, and once owned Dongsheng Continent.

It can be said that this is a race that has witnessed countless changes in the universe, and has never declined.

Zhou Fan looked at the real dragon below, with purple golden fairy light in his eyes, as if he wanted to see through it.

"Ang~~~"

A dragon's chant sounded, and immediately a huge wave was set off above the sea.

Zhou Fan raised his eyebrows, smiled, and looked away.

Now is not the time.

When Zhou Fan's cloud couch completely disappeared above the sea of ​​clouds, the heavy pressure in Zhenlong Ao Shao's heart dissipated.

It's just that when he remembered the gaze that almost saw it through just now, an unknown fire rose in Ao Shao's heart.

This was simply a disaster for no reason, he was lying down in his own sea area, and he suffered such humiliation for no reason.

"hateful!"

Not knowing that he had angered a real dragon just now, Zhou Fan had a smile on his face at the moment, and as the cloud couch continued to move forward, a vast fairy light filled up and down, and Xuan Yin was excited.

He is not far from Yuxu.

From time to time, monks can be seen either driving a magic weapon, or riding a spirit bird, or sitting on a cloud car, in groups of three or four, calling for friends.

With the complete retreat of the monster clan in Dongshengzhou, the influence of Taoism in Dongshengzhou is getting stronger day by day.

In particular, Yuxu Taoist temples are almost all over Dongshengzhou.

Compared with when Zhou Fan just came down from Qingyu Mountain, it is not an exaggeration to describe it as one in the sky and one in the ground.

At this point, it can be regarded as completely owning Dongshengzhou and taking root.

Zhou Fan saw it in his eyes and was very happy in his heart.

Isn't that why he showed the power of immortality all the way.

Otherwise, it took him a total of one month to travel all the way from Central Continent in such a high-profile manner.

Of course, this is just the beginning, and the next thing is the main course.

After a while, the cloud couch stopped.

A building sign appeared in front of it. Exquisite and cumbersome seal characters were densely covered on the towering building, with thousands of splendors and thousands of auspicious colors, all shooting together.

Just by looking at it, one can sense a powerful and irresistible force.

"Pure Yang."

Speaking of which, this is also Zhou Fan's second visit, and it's also interesting.

This is the Chunyang Mountain Gate. Although Zhou Fan is the god of immortals, the two families have always been friends for generations. Chunyang can be said to be Yuxu's staunch ally. Therefore, he stopped the couch, paced out, and stood on the eaves. Down.

A vast and chaotic celestial light rushed to the top, like the coming of the great sun, and immediately alarmed the people around.

A thin Taoist came out from the gate, not tall, with long eyebrows as curved as snow, holding a whisk, when he saw Zhou Fan, he suppressed the strange color in his eyes, slapped his head, and said: "Shangxian Zhou, please .”

Zhou Fan returned the salute, and then followed behind, with wind in his sleeves and a graceful demeanor.

There was nothing to say on the road, and in less than half a day, they had already arrived at the Chunyang Mountain Gate.