Marry Long Aotian

The divine light surged in the hall, and more than a dozen ancestors joined forces to shake the barrier. Seeing this, Yan Lingyun let go of his illness, and instead embraced him with one hand, floating in mid-air, injecting the golden spirit as well.

The elite disciples of various forces watched intently, helping and being vigilant at the same time.

Mo Yang's forehead was blown to pieces by the vast and strong spiritual force, and he watched the egg gradually come out of the stone platform.Because half of its eggs are stuck in the stone, and it comes out very slowly, it always makes people worry that it will be smashed halfway.

Fortunately not.

It's just that Canghai Yuemingjiao has been sleeping in the shrine for too long, and recently stimulated by popularity, there is a tendency to hatch.Most of the spiritual power injected into the barrier was absorbed by it to help break the shell, but the barrier remained unchanged.

The ancestors frowned slightly, but they had no choice but to increase the output of spiritual power.

More than a dozen Mahayanas who have crossed the catastrophe can still afford to raise a half-immortal beast.

About three days later, Canghai Yueming Jiao finally sucked enough spiritual energy, and when the moonlight tide surged again, it began to tremble, making the final escape.

Mo Yang was originally floating in mid-air, and was about to fall asleep lying in Yan Lingyun's arms. Hearing the movement, he quickly regained his energy and looked towards the altar.

"It's coming out!" Someone shouted excitedly, "Fairy Beast, Fairy Beast!"

The ancestor of the Qianyuan Xianzong yelled, no longer holding back, and outputting his spiritual energy with all his strength, he spun cross-legged in the air, and spiritual mist evaporated from his body. With a Qianyuan formula, he finally broke through the enchantment of the altar.

The fairy beast is born!

The egg floated in the air, and at that moment, the ancestors seemed to have forgotten the previous agreement to compete fairly before deciding on the ownership of the fairy beasts, and they all made moves with lightning speed, vying to recognize the master with blood.

Yan Lingyun's sword intent was overwhelming, and he beat all the spirits back. More than a dozen drops of the master's blood burst out, bathing the disciples of each sect, and the scene was very beautiful.

"Everyone really speaks well." Yan Lingyun tore through the alien space and entered first, "Don't do it yet."

The ancestors were not worried, but they also tore through the space to escape, and temporarily disappeared in the hall.

After the fusion period, doing it can be said to destroy the world, so it will often tear up one side of the space, and then come out after finishing the fight in it, so as not to damage the spiritual vein resources.

After all, some things grow up, each tens of thousands of years, even the ancestors will feel distressed.

The Hall of Storms can't be damaged even more. Immortal artifacts can be shaken here. If it is broken, where can I go to reason.

The disciples below were very angry, and shouted for their ancestors, and the ancestors could make them very nervous when they showed a hand.Mo Yang was also mixed in, standing alone, his eyes kept looking up.

Although everyone couldn't see anything, the atmosphere was very warm.

The egg floated in mid-air, and the surrounding space was unstable, and it would pass through the barrier from time to time, causing rocks and debris to rise.

An old hand stretched out to grab the egg away, but was grabbed back by another familiar hand.

Mo Yang heard Yan Lingyun laughing loudly.

"Yan Lingyun, you are too bullying!"

"Skills are not as good as people, and you have to talk nonsense."

The patriarch was furious, but took advantage of the chaos to attack Mo Yang, but Yan Lingyun was faster than him, the sword soul swept away, killing a group of disciples.

"You dare!"

"Why don't you dare, your disciples, have I killed too few?"

There were also other people fishing in troubled waters, and Faguang "accidentally" broke through the space crack and swept onto the disciples below.Fortunately, someone used a defensive magic weapon to resist one or two, but it is impossible to ask them to withdraw now.

This so-called fair competition became more and more chaotic in the end, Yan Lingyun seemed to be in the land of no one, even the Patriarch of Transcending Tribulation Period couldn't help him.A sword shocked the Three Thousand Continents. He didn't care about the Temple of Storms, and he acted recklessly. The emperor's seal was even less afraid of authority. On the contrary, it was other people who had to avoid his power.

"The gods misunderstood me!" An ancestor was swept away by the immortal yuan and complained endlessly.Not everyone has a half-immortal artifact, even if there is, the Tianziyin has issued heavenly decrees for the gods of all dynasties to make up for the rules of the world, and the Tao is above all the immortal artifacts.

Why did he get the treasure house of the Zhou Dynasty back then?

Seeing that most of the main hall had been demolished, the others gasped in distress: "Stop! Stop!"

In the chaos, Yan Lingyun casually took away the fairy beast egg, put Pu Jian back into its sheath, he immediately had his arms around Mo Yang, and fled outside.

"Not good!" All the elders hurriedly caught up, and several streamers immediately followed behind.

A bunch of Mahayanas of Transcending Tribulation were chasing after him, so excited that Mo Yang's heart was beating wildly, and he grabbed Yan Lingyun's Taoist robe.

But Yan Lingyun was not afraid, and led him across thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, tearing the space faster than anyone else, they suddenly disappeared and suddenly appeared, traveling thousands of miles in an instant, shuttling through countless caves in Penglai.

It was only then that Mo Yang realized how narrow the cave they had entered was, and it was far from touching the core of the Good Fortune Shrine.These inheritance places form a boundless space by themselves, thousands of miles of cold pears, endless frost and snow, vast Huangshan, chaotic rocks and flames... There are goshawks on the top, and tenth-order monsters break out of the sea below, causing a surging tsunami. Looking at them, the long chant shook the sky.

Mo Yang walked through the middle of the long dragon, hugged the fairy beast eggs, and looked at their huge monster eyes, his brain went blank from the excitement.

The sea waves swirled under the sky, Yan Lingyun hugged his back all the time, flashed across the dragon sea in an instant, the mountains and seas were left behind, and only he was at ease.

With the Baopu sword under his feet, he looks down with his hands behind his back, and his back reaches the sky. He is fearless, fearless, and carefree.

This is what Yan Lingyun will look like in the future.

Mo Yang hugged him slowly, stepped on the Baopu sword together with him, and put his head against his shoulder and neck.

Yan Lingyun placed his chin on top of his head, rubbing his waist slightly.

It seems that after thousands of years, he became the former Yan Lingyun, who embraced his Taoist companion.

The two finally landed in a deep mountain and completely escaped the pursuit.

After Yan Lingyun obtained the admonition spectrum from the treasure house of Shenchao, his understanding of the Good Fortune Shrine is far above that of people in the five continents. He is familiar with the spirit patterns, and he can use the boundary markers to come and go freely, reaching a deep place that others cannot reach.

This deep mountain is full of cold pear trees, and the breeze is blowing, and it seems to be able to blow out damp air. The cliff is very high, and the Dingdong spring water flows down, and it becomes a white mist in mid-air, lingering low.

In short, it's not too warm here, there is still a puddle of water underneath, the water spirit is alienated, and the cold air penetrates directly into Mo Yang's bones.

"It's so cold." Mo Yang breathed into his hands, and then warmed himself into Yan Lingyun's arms, "What are we doing here?"

Yan Lingyun: "There is plenty of water here, but it doesn't freeze. It's because there are thousands of years of black crystal grass under the water to nourish the spirit veins, which is suitable for the hatching of Canghai Yueming Jiao."

Holding the egg, Mo Yang looked at the deep and cold water below.The water flows straight down, but cold pears grow in the crevices of the rocks beside the waterfall. I don’t know how many years they have stood silently.

Yan Lingyun led him down to the bottom of the abyss.

Looking up from here, the sky is almost invisible, and the sky is as narrow and long as lightning, and it can't shine a little bit of warmth.

But the surrounding area is not too dark, the cold pond flows out like a river, the grass is damp, and there are fireflies flickering, emitting a faint light everywhere.

Even so, this place is not a place for people to stay, even if Mo Yang is a golden pill, he can't resist the long-term cold attack.He originally thought that hatching eggs would be just to put the eggs casually by the cold pool, and then go up and wait, but he didn't expect that Yan Lingyun would lead him all the way, and after finding the snow-white Ten Thousand Years Profound Crystal Grass, he would use his sword to chop it under the cliff. Out of a cave.

There were no accompanying monsters near Xuanjingcao, even if there were, they were startled away by Yan Lingyun's aura, and dared not come back for a short time.

Yan Lingyun also arranged a hiding formation to hide the water abyss, so that even the patriarch who was chasing after him could not be found.

The following is safe for now.

Shi Kai's cave was naturally very simple, so Mo Yang sat in it obediently, holding the egg.Yan Lingyun saw it, and continued to carve the tables, chairs and stone beds, smoothing the edges and corners of the cave.

After a while, the rough cave became smooth and flat, and he cast a spell to lay light yellow spirit stones on the ground, and embedded lighting beads on the ceiling of the four walls, so that people can live in it just by looking at it.

The hazy yellow light fell on Mo Yang's face, and there was still a little bit of warmth.

Canghai Yuemingjiao needs the nourishment of the spiritual power of the Xuanjing grass, they are close enough, but the bottom of the cliff is too cold, and the monsters need to be in a warmer place to break their shells more easily.

So Yan Lingyun spread a layer of warm jade half a finger thick on the stone bed, and several layers of collodion quilts, until the stone bed became soft.As soon as Mo Yang sat down, he didn't think much of it, and finally fell down on his back with his eggs in his arms.

"It's just a few days before the beast breaks its shell. After dripping blood, it will recognize you as the master and let you hatch." Yan Lingyun walked to the bed and hung the Baopu sword on the stone wall casually, "You can drip it now." blood."

Mo Yang lay down and held up the egg, looking at him: "Don't you want it?"

"Monsters are useless to me."

The egg was very heavy, Mo Yang looked at the egg, he could vaguely see through the eggshell, a small shadow of a finger-length dragon with small claws, and two bulging bumps on the small head.

It's really cute.

In the end, Mo Yang still accepted the gift and recognized Cang Haiyue Mingjiao's dripping blood as the master.The bloodstains melted into the eggshell, proving that the half-celestial beast also accepted him.

When both parties agree, the blood contract will be completed.

"How can I hatch it?" Mo Yang turned sideways, his shoes and socks had been removed, his whole body was trapped in the warm bedding, and his eyes could hardly be opened.

"Stay close, nourish it with essence and blood."

"Oh……"

Mo Yang's consciousness was fuzzy, he couldn't remember whether he nodded or not, he only knew that he was completely surrounded by Yan Lingyun, and he and Dan were covered with warm quilts and hid in his arms.

Those complicated emotions and worries gradually dissipated.

He heard the rain falling outside the cave, it was pattering, very cold, but he was very warm, as if he had slept for a long time, could not remember anything, knew nothing, but had peace and tranquility in his heart.

Yan Lingyun held his hand and wrapped his arms around his waist, never left him, and would never leave him.

This is how he was dressed in white, standing with him all the time.

……

……

The eggs under the bedding suddenly emitted a faint blue light.

At the same time, in Mo Yang's home, the egg that was stored under the hibiscus tree trembled slightly as if inspired, and glowed fiery red.

But soon, due to any restrictions, it quickly depleted and ceased to be alive.