Dragons farming in the realm of self-cultivation

In the underground cave, there are fires everywhere, orange fire, white fire, and the threatening heat burns the steps into translucent crystals.

That is the result of vitrification.

The whole space, also? There are only two colors.

In addition to the flames, there is also the uncooled orange body of the spirit sword and the white dragon walking in the flames.

The thunder calamity has come down from the sky.

In the black cloud, there are terribly many purple lightning bolts.

The lightning directly smashed through the main hall of the city lord's mansion, and slashed all the way down. One slashed? On the spirit sword that was still being refined in the underground cave, and one slashed around? Bailong's body. Then it fell on them.

This is the most comfortable catastrophe Lu Xihou has experienced in his life.

No? There is no tragedy of fighting against the sky, no misery like thousands of thunder strikes, and no worry about whether you can get through it safely.

Their consciousness was immersed in the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness, and Lei Jie was filtered down to a little bit, and the pain that hit them was not as painful as body training.

In the warm and tingling pain, his cultivation level increased rapidly, and his physical fitness improved rapidly.

This kind of unrestrained joy made them extremely satisfied, the corners of their mouths curled up, and their hearts were full of smiles.

In a daze, he seemed to hear countless voices whispering in his ears.

Those are fragments left in the torrent of time and space in this continent, and they are the words left by countless sages and great powers.

The time of the entire Cultivation Continent faintly condensed into a timeline in the depths of Lu Xihou's consciousness. He? See the past? See the future? Standing in place and looking up, faintly see? Evolved into countless space-time phantoms.

He? Has the illusion of reaching out and grabbing something from the past, or something from the future.

So this is the Void Return Realm?

Lu Xihou thought vaguely in his heart? No wonder the sages said that the essence of time and space was not really touched until the Void Return Realm.

They opened their hands in the void, and countless light spots flashed across their consciousness, all of them were light spots, and all of them were passers-by in the consciousness, but all the light spots were also the masters of the consciousness.

At this moment, they seem to have become all things in the world, and all things in the world have turned into them again.

This is a mysterious feeling of assimilation with heaven and earth.

Lu Xihou was immersed in consciousness, as if he had spent a long time like the evolution of heaven and earth, and it seemed that it was only for a while.

In his unconsciousness, the spiritual power that assimilated with the heaven and earth spread out from him, merged with the spiritual energy, and was with the sun, moon, mountains and rivers.

This is their city, and they are also from Lingyang City.

The breath of the white dragon spread out towards the City Lord's Mansion, quickly dyed the Lingyang City, and shot in all directions.

"This is--"

Zhou Jue stood up abruptly, ignoring the vast thunderstorm outside, and pushed the door directly out against the strong wind.

They were standing in the wind, their robes were rattling by the wind, and they were even blown by the wind so hard that they could barely open their eyes.

And the familiar smell at the end of his nose? He will never admit his mistake.

That is the aura belonging to Bailong, the aura of the current city lord!

Like Lu Xihou Benlong, their aura is not domineering, nor is it purely gentle, but has a youthful vigor, vigorous and restrained.

Zhou Jue never admits his mistake.

He stared blankly at the space between heaven and earth, and after a long time slowly stretched out his hand on his chest, feeling the beating of the heart inside through his thin chest.

Stable.

Zhou Jue didn't know how Qing Luo did it, but it was true as they said, they brought the apprentice out.

How was Lingyang before? It will only get better in the future, so don't worry.

Zhou Jue suddenly closed his eyes in the rain.

Qing Luo always said that he was not a qualified city lord before, but in Zhou Jue's view, he was the most qualified city lord.

The city lord has protected Lingyang for tens of thousands of years, and he still retreats so gently. He didn't say anything, but he did everything.

Everyone followed behind him, feeling the aura spreading in all directions in shock.

No one expected that things would develop in this direction.

They? Lingyang City, the weakest force in the comprehension continent, has such a fortune.

This breath spread all over Lingyang City, spreading rapidly in the north and south directions.

For a few breaths, it reaches Chansha Pass in the north and Jiahe Bay in the south.

Every inch of land in Lingyang Continent was covered by the faint breath of the white dragon.

Countless Lingyang people felt this change in the dark.

Not only the people of Lingyang, but also the plants, animals and insects of Lingyang, and all living beings felt this breath.

Some of them have a high level of cultivation, and the species with enlightened intelligence realized what happened? Some didn't realize it.

Whether they realize it or not, they are no longer what they were before.

"Is this the city lord?"

Wu Yiming, who was standing on the high wall of Chansha Pass and guarding the pass, felt the breath, closed and opened his eyes, and let go of the heart that had been hanging in his heart.

He? Turned his head and glanced slowly.

Whether it was the soldiers behind him and the self-spiritual beasts ready to go, or the powerful rock beast seniors who returned to the void underground, none of them could relieve the tension in Wu Yiming's heart, and the moment the breath spread, they... Feel it? With support.

This is the mayor.

Lord of the city.

Inside and outside Lingyang, almost immediately, everyone knew that Lingyang City had changed its owner.

The current owner is a white dragon.

This is something that all official letters, spirit stones, and notices cannot do. It is the strength of the city lord himself that finally makes everyone realize that Lingyang is different from yesterday.

"Lingyang has actually stabilized."

Under the falling rain, the sword-holding monk standing in the gray sky said, "Let's go."

"Brother!" The monk behind him turned his head and looked at Lingyang City, "Don't you really seize this opportunity? After a few days, we—"

The sword-holding monk raised a hand to stop them from saying, "There is no chance."

There is no chance.

Countless people who were waiting outside the main city of Lingyang City left with regret.

A city lord who has the cultivation base of returning to the void, plus an immortal spirit sword, is no worse than the previous city lord.

They don't have a chance.

"Roar--"

In the huge thunderstorm, a dragon's cry came faintly.

It came out from the low depths, dull and clear, and echoed in everyone's ears, announcing that this world had changed to a new owner.

Ground.

Bailong roared again, and the second breath swayed in all directions, spreading to every corner of Lingyang Continent.

This is a mark, but also a guardian.

In the future, Lingyang City will be their Lingyang, and they will guard the entire Lingyang like guarding their own treasure.

The spread of the breath made their spiritual power drain quickly, and their cultivation quickly dropped, from the early stage of the Void Return Realm to the Great Perfection of the Transformation God Realm, and then to the later stage of the Transformation God Realm.

If ordinary monks encounter this kind of situation, they will definitely panic.

Lu Xihou felt very peaceful in his heart.

It's their choice, and it's their move.

The spirit sword in the middle of the flames and thunder seems to have noticed him? With this movement, the spirit sword rattled and poured out more majestic spiritual power towards Lu Xihou.

Lu Xihou's dragon form suddenly shrank and turned back into a human form. Countless spiritual power spread out, weaving a white robe and covering him?

With a wave of his sleeve robe, he pushed back the vast spiritual power, stared at the spiritual sword, and said softly: "Master, that's enough. I? Will practice hard."

They have received enough, and the master has paid enough. I only hope that the master will use his spiritual power on the body of the sword, so that they will be able to move forward alone in the next road.

"Boom-"

With a long cry from the spirit sword, a white light suddenly lit up on the blade, and the spiritual power that was rejected by Lu Xihou returned to the sword, and the whole spirit sword was finally completed, no longer trembling and dodging from being beaten by Lei Jie .

After gathering all the spiritual power, when the thunder thundered down, the spirit sword advanced instead of retreating, and slashed upwards, directly hitting the thunder.

In an instant, it seemed as if the whole world was split apart, and the past and future, the void and the reality of this place were all crushed and mixed together.

Lei Jie was directly swallowed by the void.

There was a blinding white light in the entire underground cavern.

The violent sound and light sounded, but brought a kind of absolute silence.

In this blow, Lu Xihou got a glimpse of his master's flamboyance and power.

His eyes were sore, the spirit sword was supposed to strike out, it was the sharpest existence, and the master guarded this corner, guarding the tower for tens of thousands of years, but he was steady and low-key.

The robbery cloud dissipated.

The blinding white light disappeared.

The flames in the air go out.

Under the action of the array, the entire underground cavern returned to its original place with countless stones and soil that had been bombarded by it.

The cave became the same as when they first came here, dark and gloomy, except for a black spirit sword hanging quietly above the magma.

Lu Xihou took two steps forward, stood in front of Lingjian, and called softly, "Master."

Where is the spirit sword floating, there is no response.

The sword spirit inside has dissipated, and has fallen into an unknown deep sleep. I don't know if it will be condensed again one day, or? I don't know if it will be the old friend when it condenses.

Lu Xihou's eyes were sore, he knelt down in front of the spirit sword, and raised his hand to swear in this empty underground cave, "Master, don't worry, we will definitely work hard to bring prosperity to you." Bring back Lingyang, also? Bring you back."

Spirit Sword or not? No response.

Lu Xihou stood up with a determined expression on his face.

He stretched out his hand and gently grasped the hilt of the spirit sword.

The spirit sword fell into his hands, the size, weight, and center of gravity were all his favorite, and he was using the most comfortable configuration.

Lu Xihou poured spiritual power into the spiritual sword.

As soon as the spirit sword lit up, it emitted a compelling light.

This is an immortal flying sword.

Maybe they are the master.

Lu Xihou took a deep breath, continued to output his spiritual power, formed a scabbard around the flying sword, and turned the excess spiritual power into a white cloth, wrapped the scabbard, and flew straight to his back.

Lu Xihou carried the Spirit Sword on his back, took another deep look at the cave in front of him, turned and walked out.

They want to protect their city, protect their people.