My world double door

A yellow light lingers at the edge of the hazy world.

In the sacred land, the Qilin with his eyes closed frowned slightly.

"There is such a talented person in the world. He has not undergone the ultimate transformation, but he can reach my level."

The Qilin murmured, with a solemn look in his eyes: "This life is so extraordinary, I am afraid that the disasters to be faced are far beyond imagination."

"Well, could it be that the dragon race, the demon race, and the human race have each produced a prodigy comparable to the emperor?"

Beside the Qilin, the guardian with a breath as vast as the abyss spoke solemnly.

It is not surprising that other races can have a prodigy like the Qilin Emperor.

This world is not dominated by the demon race alone. As the human race, the demon race, and the dragon race, which can sit on an equal footing with the demon race, every infinite calamity will give birth to a prodigy with extraordinary qualifications and can successfully become an immortal, just like the demon race, and become an immortal after the epochal disaster.

This is a convention.

Now that the Qilin Emperor of the demon race has been born, the Emperor-level Tianjiao of other races should also be born together.

However, unlike the Qilin Emperor of the demon race, the Tianjiao of the same level of other races never have a specific form.

Just like, every generation of Qilin must be born in the Qilin Holy Land of Xuanhuang Realm.

But other races are not necessarily. What form will their Tianjiao of the same level appear in? Even before they really appear, even the Tianjiao of this level themselves are not clear, let alone other creatures.

This is especially true for the human race.

Just like the dragon race, although each generation of divine dragons born is different, they are all groups that have transformed into dragons in the East China Sea.

Just like the demon race, although each generation of demon gods born is different, each generation of demon gods must be a group of true demons in hell.

Only the human race has a lot of uncertainties in the birth of each generation of immortals.

There are many immortal sects among the human race. These sects have stood for countless calamities among the human race and control a large amount of resources of the entire human race.

Under the immortal sects, there are dynasties and dynasties, which completely control the people.

Not to mention those immortal sects, just the most basic dynasties, the strength and qualifications of their princes, and the resources they have obtained are unimaginable for ordinary people.

For the Ten Thousand Worlds, the gap between ordinary people in the human race and the core inheritors of these top forces is like a firefly and a bright moon.

In the dragon clan, it is the gap between a snake and the nine sons of a true dragon.

In the demon clan, it is the difference between a quasi-divine beast and an ordinary spirit beast.

In the demon clan, it is the difference between a true demon and a miscellaneous demon, or even a servant who is not a demon but is infected.

However, even so, many of the immortals of the human race from generation to generation are not from big forces.

Among them are scholars, soldiers, and even beggars.

Therefore, the human race and the Qilin Emperor's genius of the same level, before they transformed to the last step, even they themselves did not know that they were the aptitude of the Immortal Lord.

Therefore, the situation of the geniuses of the same level in different races is often unpredictable.

However, looking at the situation today, it seems that the Qilin Emperor has discovered something?

"There are actually only two types of geniuses in the outside world, those who have not transcended and those who have transcended. Those who have not transcended are just fish in a pond, no matter how strong they are, they can only swim in this pond."

"Those who have transcended, even if they have only gained the ability to breathe, can climb out of the pond and avoid being trapped in the pond."

"The best among them are like wings on their backs that can spread their wings and fly, they can be free and ethereal, but in the end they can only fight against the wind and rain."

"The top among them are like flying dragons that can control their own destiny, but they still can't change anything in the general trend."

"Only the emperor, like the sun and the moon, can influence the fate of all living things."

Qilin's eyes seemed to be open but not open He opened his eyes, as if he was still investigating something, but he spoke slowly: "In the past, under normal circumstances, there were only some flying dragons in the outside world. Although they were powerful, they were not a concern."

"But now, I have seen someone like the sun and the moon. Although the geniuses of various races have collided and competed, the secret of transformation has not yet been born."

Qilin whispered to himself: "Under such circumstances, he can have such strength. This is the state of the great calamity of this catastrophe."

"Well, is it the real dragon that just defeated the eternal genius Kunpeng?"

The protector was moved. It should be noted that there is still time before Qilin is completely born. Qilin has not grown to its full state. The current Qilin has just reached the level of flying dragons in the sky.

And now, there is actually a genius like Haori in the outside world?

What if this genius continues to transform?

"Although this real dragon is powerful, it is only about the same as me. It is still far from being as powerful as the sun."

Qilin shook his head and spoke softly, then hesitated: "And, this dragon seems to be... just the mount pet of that human."

"What?!"

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East Sea Dragon Clan.

After the world-renowned battle between Xiaolong and the eternal first Kunpeng ended, a black real dragon with a terrifying aura quickly approached Xiaolong who had finished the battle and stopped it.

"My friend, I am Xuanming, the elder of the East Sea Dragon Palace. I am honored."

After stopping the little dragon, Xuanhei True Dragon smiled and clasped his fists and spoke. His eyes were full of expectation as he looked at the little dragon exuding the aura of the ancestral dragon in front of him, and his heart was simply surging.

This is Zulong!

Zulong!

The dragon inheritance that only exists in legends, even though it has lived for countless thousands of years as the Dragon Lord, the incarnation of the Dragon Clan, this is the first time that it has seen this kind of bloodline!

The moment I saw Xiaolong, all my doubts were suddenly solved by Xuanming True Dragon.

No wonder Xiaolong has such strength, and he is not from the East China Sea Dragon Clan.

It turns out...it contains the essence and blood of the ancestral dragon!

Then everything will make sense and there will be no more doubts.

The ancestral dragon essence and blood is so persuasive!

You must know that even in the previous Immeasurable Tribulation Yuanhui, those who competed with the demon emperor Qilin were only divine beast-level dragons. The ancestral dragon had never appeared except at the opening of the sky.

So, at this moment, I actually saw the ancestral dragon reappearing, how could I not make the dragon excited!

"Xiaolong has met senior."

Xiaolong originally looked at this real dragon with an extremely terrifying aura with some vigilance. After confirming that there was no malice, out of respect for the strong man, he also smiled and clasped his fists and spoke.

"I wonder why senior wants to see me?"

After thinking for a moment, Xiaolong took the initiative to speak to this senior tactfully.

"If not, it's just that such a talented person was born in our dragon clan, and our East China Sea Dragon Palace didn't get any news. It's really dissatisfying to the dragon."

"It's just that even though we haven't contacted each other before, we are related to the real dragon family in the world. As an elder of the East China Sea Dragon Palace, I am also a member of the East China Sea Dragon Clan. No matter what happens, I will never miss the truth of being so talented."

"So this time I came here just to get to know my little friends and become friends. We can help each other if we need anything in the future."

Xuanming True Dragon spoke with a smile, and what he said made Xiaolong hesitate: "Senior, it is indeed a good thing to invite him, but I have to ask the master for permission."

"My master is going to retreat for practice recently, so I'd better stay by his side."

Xiaolong answered politely, and the smile on Xuanming Zhenlong's face instantly became stiff.

"Wha...what, you actually have a master? Is it some old monster?"

Xuan Ming was extremely angry at first, then calmed down and looked at Xiaolong closely.

"No, the master is a human who is younger than me. He is also in the Nascent Soul realm, but he is crushing me in every aspect. This kind of competition is like child's play in the eyes of my master..."

Boom~

As if there was a thunderous explosion, Xuan Ming's brain rumbled as he looked in disbelief at the true number one genius of the Dragon Clan in front of him.

"You are actually the slave of the human race's genius."

Xuanming True Dragon spoke incredulously.

"Well, I'll be more of a mount."

Xiaolong nodded honestly in response.

"What!!!"

Xuanming True Dragon once again opened his mouth in shock, and then narrowed his eyes: "Which human genius are you following? I don't think there is a chance that the Nascent Soul creature can conquer and defeat the eternal genius Kunpeng!"

"Because my master has been busy practicing and has no time to mess around."

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In fact, Li Yang is indeed practicing seriously.

It is still an independent world of cultivating immortals, which can be described as pure.

On this day, as he comprehended the water magical power and practiced it, the world also changed.

In this small world, the sky seemed to be torn apart by an invisible giant hand. In the endless darkness, thunder and lightning were like dancing silver snakes, flying wantonly between the thick clouds. The wind howled like ghosts crying, and an unprecedented heavy rain was about to fall.

The mountains and rivers in the distance, which were originally majestic and majestic, with peaks reaching into the clouds, now seemed extremely small and fragile in the face of the coming storm. The strong wind swept over first, bringing with it the power to destroy everything. The trees on the mountain were blown to and fro, and the branches swayed painfully and made a creaking sound, as if begging for mercy from this violent force of nature. The leaves fell off the branches one after another and flew helplessly in the wind, like souls that had lost their direction.

As the first raindrop fell, the rainstorm officially began. The raindrops were huge and heavy, hitting the ground and splashing muddy water. In an instant, the whole world seemed to be placed in a huge water curtain, and the vision became blurred. The mountains and rivers began to tremble in the rain, and the rainwater rushed down the steep slopes and gathered into rapid streams. The originally dry valley turned into a raging river in the blink of an eye. The boulders were carried by the water and collided with each other, making a deafening roar.

The vegetation on the mountain struggled desperately under the raging rain. The tender grass blades were stuck to the ground by the raindrops, and they could no longer straighten their backs. The flowers withered in the violent storm, and the petals scattered on the ground, washed by the rain, and flowed to unknown distances. Those ancient trees showed tenacious vitality. Their branches swayed in the wind and rain, but their roots penetrated deeply into the earth, holding on to the land tightly, as if declaring their power to nature. unyielding.

The heavy rain continued to hit every inch of the mountains and rivers. The rocky surface of the mountain gradually became smooth, and the rain eroded the cracks in the rock, causing them to expand. Small pieces of rock began to fall off, rolling down the mountain and joining the rushing torrent below. The soil on the mountain was softened by the rain, and large areas collapsed, forming mudslides that rolled down, burying everything wherever they went.

The water level of the river rose sharply under the infusion of heavy rain. The originally calm river became turbulent, with waves rolling and one wave higher than the other. The river water was turbid, carrying mud, branches and stones, rushing forward with unstoppable momentum. The land on the river bank was eroded by the river, large tracts of farmland were submerged, and crops floated helplessly in the water. The bridge was shaky under the impact of the flood, and finally it was overwhelmed and collapsed, and was swept into the rolling torrent.

The earth groaned in pain under the baptism of this heavy rain. The land became muddy and walking on it seemed like falling into an endless swamp. The potholes on the ground were filled with rainwater, forming small lakes. The roads were destroyed and traffic was cut off. People could only hide at home, looking at the world outside the window, with fear and helplessness in their hearts.

Between this mountain and river, an ancient city stood in the wind and rain. The city wall looked more vicissitudes under the scouring of rain. The flags on the tower were torn by the strong wind. The soldiers guarding the city stood firm in the rain. Their armor was wet by the rain and it was freezing cold, but their eyes were still firm, guarding the peace of the city.

The streets in the city have turned into rivers, and the houses are crumbling in the rain. Residents have taken shelter in their homes, closing the doors and windows, praying that the disaster will pass soon. The shop signs were blown down by the wind, and the goods were soaked by the rain, causing heavy losses. However, in this chaos, some immortals stepped forward and cast spells to try to reduce the disasters brought by the rainstorm. Some controlled the water flow and directed it to flow out of the city; some reinforced the houses to prevent them from collapsing; and some treated the wounded people.

In a forest outside the city, various strange creatures were also tortured by the rainstorm. The spirit beasts fled everywhere, looking for a place to hide. The feathers of the flying birds were wet by the rain, and they could no longer fly, so they could only shiver on the branches. And those monsters hiding in the dark were also frightened by this violent force and dared not show their heads easily.

As time went by, the rainstorm showed no signs of weakening. Mountains, rivers, grass, land, and mountains were all severely damaged in this disaster. However, in this world of cultivation, life is always full of miracles and tenacity. After the wind and rain, the sun will always penetrate the clouds and shine on the earth, and all things will be revitalized.

The rainstorm still poured down, as if it would never end. In this violent baptism, the mountains and rivers gradually lost their original outlines. The towering peaks were cut off, and the rugged rocks were polished into roundness. The mudslides rolled down the hillside, carrying trees and boulders, and the place where they passed was a mess.