The Qi Luck Silk Thread is divided into white and provided by ordinary believers. Red, the silk thread offered by the believers of the god of incense to the Sanqing Temple. Purple, for the grace of life, the luck silk thread provided by the rescued.

For a long time, most of the luck silk threads that Zhang Daoran got were white. Just now, a large number of no less than hundreds of thousands of white silk threads poured into the sea of knowledge, which were absorbed by the "Huang Ting Jing", which was mixed with a gray silk thread of luck. Get the information feedback of the "Huang Ting Jing", which is the silk thread of luck obtained by the super undead.

Hundreds of thousands of white silk threads, exchanged for red silk threads, but tens of thousands, get a few new magical powers. And with just a gray silk thread of luck, "Huang Ting Jing" opened a page and obtained a magical power.

"The white luck silk thread should have been contributed by those creatures just now, and it shouldn't be so many, these creatures who listened to the Tao are only thousands, and the white luck silk thread is hundreds of thousands of ......" Zhang Daoran frowned: "The white luck silk thread suddenly saw so much, either Fang Tong's movie has been released, or Cheng Wuhui's song has been sung." The time is too short, and the movie may not be finished, it should be brought by Cheng Wuhui. The gray silk thread is the ...... of the supernatural undead."

Feel the valley, the original lifeless, vague breath, now gone. Zhang Daoran was slightly stunned: "There are undead in the valley......?

Feeling that in the sea of consciousness, there were eighteen more points of light of different colors, Zhang Daoran tried to contact them, but he couldn't get any information.

"What are these eighteen points of light?"

Zhang Daoran's heart sank slightly: "Poor Dao was in a state of enlightenment just now, and the condensation of the earth soul was almost completed, these eighteen points of light entered the sea of knowledge, but Poor Dao did not sense ......"

"Daoyou ......"

Hengkong's slightly nervous voice came, Zhang Daoran turned to look, and saw a giant python with the thickness of a telephone pole, with a body dozens of meters long, circling around Hengkong. Two eagles hovering in the air.

Putting down the question of the source of the eighteen points of light, Zhang Daoran approached the giant python and looked at the four bulges in the python's abdomen, and there were also two bulges on the top of his head. The head of the python is somewhat different from the head of the ordinary python, the head of this python is very long, and it is not in a straight state with the body of the python, the face is very long, and two twenty or thirty centimeters long and like fish whiskers grow on the mouth.

"This is..."

The bulge on the abdomen, the bulge on the top of the head, and the whiskers on the mouth......

"Is this about to become Jackie Chan?"

Reaching out and touching the head of the giant python, the size of a bulge bowl on the top of the head. The giant python didn't dodge, but was a little affectionate to Zhang Daoran.

"Turning into a dragon soon?"

Kunlun is mysterious, there are few people here, and this huge python is extremely rare. Hengkong frowned, let go of the apprehension in his heart, and looked at the head of the giant python lying under Zhang Daoran's palm: "This... Limbs are about to grow, horns are about to grow on the top of the head!"

"This giant python is obviously trying to leave with Daoyou......"

Hengkong was a little envious: "Daoist friends not only have a fatal attraction to cultivators, but also have a great attraction to this kind of demon... Poor Dao wants to get the fairy favor, but he doesn't know when he will be able to fulfill his wish. ”

Zhang Daoran ignored Hengkong's nagging, tried to shrink the ground into inches and walked out of the valley, climbed over the cliff, stood on the top of the valley, Hengkong climbed up with great effort, and the giant python really climbed up the cliff as Hengkong said.

Zhang Daoran frowned, with the previous experience of the old carp dragon, Zhang Daoran knew that this giant python really wanted to follow him.

"If it weren't for the appearance of the Poor Dao, this giant python would cultivate in this inaccessible area, and one day, it might be able to incarnate into a dragon without being known by people. If you follow the poor road, not to mention the thousands of miles away, the giant python enters the island area in the middle of the lake, I don't know if it will scare people one day......"

Beisi Lake is located in the southwest of Qi Province, where the plains are vast and densely populated. The giant python followed, hiding in the North Four Lakes is not as good as Kunlun.

"It's not unreasonable for Daoists to be worried, but it's not only this giant python that relies on Daoyou, but also two eagles......"

Hengkong pointed to the top of his head, and two eagles circled in the air.

Zhang Daoran's arm for a while, two eagles flew down from the sky, and just about to land on Zhang Daoran's arm, Zhang Daoran withdrew his arm and patted the heads of the two eagles. The average eagle is not very large, these two eagles spread their wings for a full two or three meters, and retracted their wings, which are several times larger than the average eagle.

The eagle's claws are sharp, and if it falls on the arm, it can scratch the arm, and Zhang Daoran doesn't want to try.

Reaching out and putting it on the head of an eagle, a trace of spiritual energy probed out, the eagle's spiritual veins were already channeled, and there was a thumb-sized sarcoma in the head.

"It's a pity that the eagle is too old, and if nothing happens, it will be difficult to advance again in his life..."

The meridians of the two eagles have been aging, and even if they are nourished by aura, they can't compete with the passage of time.

Reaching out again to check on the python's head, the python's condition was much better than that of the two eagles. In the giant python's head, a golden inner pill shone brightly, and Zhang Daoran's aura was bounced away when he probed the past: "This giant python's cultivation is much higher than that of the poor road, and it has already formed an inner pill and is about to turn into a dragon!"

Neidan is formed, and it already belongs to the spirit beast. In terms of strength, it is already equivalent to the nascent stage of Yang God, which is much higher than Zhang Daoran's realm. With this kind of spirit beast with him, Zhang Daoran was naturally happy in his heart, but thinking of the thousands of miles away, the environment of the island in the middle of the lake, Zhang Daoran was a little hesitant.

"Compared to the big dragon, you may be about to turn into a divine dragon, so let's call you an old dragon... It's just that you can't follow the poor path, so you can cultivate here for the time being. Wait until one day, as the Hengkong Daoist said, the poor path is tired of the red dust, and when you meditate and ascend here, you will lay a cave here, and then you can follow the poor path......"

Shrinking the ground into inches, facing the rising sun, and Hengkong all the way to the east, returning along the original road: "The realm of the poor Dao has improved, the realm of Daoyou has broken through, now it's time to go back, wait until one day the Yuan Shen is generated, and then come to explore Kunlun and the three mountains and five mountains......"

Zhang Daoran got two chances, no matter how greedy he was, I'm afraid that the chance is no longer an opportunity, but a disaster. Opportunity is hard to come by, and opportunity is often accompanied by crisis. Luck is limited, luck is exhausted, and chance can turn into disaster.

Hengkong understood this truth and nodded in agreement.

Just looking at the old dragon behind him, leisurely following them, Zhang Daoran had no choice but to stop.

"Why should Daoyou make trouble? Poor Dao and Daoist friends rest during the day and rush at night, with the speed of poor Dao and Daoyou, it won't take long to return to the island in the middle of the lake in a few days, and the speed of the old dragon can keep up, so naturally there is no need to worry about getting lost on the way. Those two eagles may be in trouble......"

Snakes are not affected at night and can hurry, but eagles are greatly hindered in their vision at night, and it is not easy to fly at night.

"Forget it, the old dragon will follow if he wants, just follow according to what Daoyou said, hurry at night, rest during the day, and go back on some inaccessible and sparsely populated roads. ”

glanced at the old dragon and the two eagles, at this time in Kunlun, let go of the body and run, without worrying about being discovered.

The eagle in the sky circled, and the old dragon on the ground chased after him. When you meet the mountains, you will cross the water. Two people, three spirit beasts, is a strange combination. Walking out of the Kunlun region, Zhang Daoran and the others slowed down.

On this day, Zhang Daoran entered a small city to buy some daily necessities, and a familiar melody came into his ears.

"True love is like a vast grassland, and layers of wind and rain cannot be blocked.

There will always be a sunrise when the clouds open, and the sun shines on you and me.

True love is like a plum blossom, and the cold ice and snow cannot be drowned.

Just bloom on the coldest branches, and see spring coming towards you and me.

The snowflakes are fluttering, the north wind is bleak, and the world is vast.

A cut of cold plums stands proudly in the snow, only for the fragrance of the Yiren.

Love what I love, no regrets, this love is always in my heart. ”

The lyrics are not long, but two people are singing, Zhang Daoran was shocked: "Big Niu!"

Zhang Daoran didn't expect that Cheng Wuhui's song would be sung with Li Daniu, Cheng Wuhui's singing voice was vicissitudes, Li Daniu's singing voice was loud, and the two of them had a feeling of perfect combination.

After singing this song, it is a familiar song again, and it is still sung by two people: ""Cold to the End"

Victory is the king said

Thank you to all those who support the monasticism!

The second one will be a little later, and it won't be too late, and the Taoist chief will say sorry first.