"Alright..."

He was still immersed in the anger of the Sea Emperor, and he heard Zhang Daoran's warm voice in his ear: "It's safe here......"

Surrounded by green hills, boiling ethereal eyes, surrounded by verdant, green mountains, small streams and flowing water. Some of the warm sun makes the sky seem a little dry.

In the ocean, I have been with water for many years, and I instinctively feel a little uncomfortable.

"You are a descendant of the Terrans and the Sea Clan, and you are not simply adapting to life in the sea. ”

Seeing that the ethereal spirit looked like this, Zhang Daoran encouraged: "When Poor Dao met you, didn't you also land on the coast? When you adapt to life on land, you will understand that life on land is much better than life on sea..."

"Whew..."

Boiling ethereal struggled to adapt to the dry land, the cool breeze blowing. I feel that my skin is getting drier and tighter. Compared to being in the ocean, the feeling of being like a fish in water and being warm and moist around you is completely different.

"Real people, why are we here?"

Boiling ethereal and frowning, I am afraid that it will be difficult to adapt to this kind of land life in a short time. Boiling Ethereal tried to walk a few steps on the land, and then stood still: "The Sea Emperor's Secret Treasure, can you take it out now?

"We still have to wait..."

Zhang Daoran thought for a while: "You can go in and take a look, now the space treasure has been replanned by the poor road, and your mother is among them......"

Some of them are eager to try, and some are impatient.

The corners of Zhang Daoran's mouth curled, and with a wave of his palm, he sent the ethereal spirit into the space secret treasure. But in the blink of an eye, the boiled ethereal spirit walked out on its own.

"Your mother is almost depleted of her spirits, so she needs to recuperate. Poor Dao uses pills and secret methods to help your mother, it takes nine hundred and eighty-one days, and your mother can recover..."

Zhang Daoran looked at the ethereal spirit with a worried face and hatred in his eyes: "But in this process, your mother can't be disturbed......"

The mother of the ethereal spirit is already in the realm of the primordial gods. At this time, the primordial spirit was almost shattered, and the physical body was almost exhausted. At this time, it can be said that the oil has run out of lamps, and at this time, the ethereal mother's soul is fragile, the spirit is fragile, and the physical body is also fragile...

At this time, there must be no emotional fluctuations, and only when you have fully recovered can you not be affected by the ups and downs of your mood.

It's not stupid to boil the ethereal, and naturally I also feel the solemnity in Zhang Daoran's words: "Thank you for the real person!"

Boiling Ethereal was a face full of gratitude, and at the same time relieved... Since birth, I haven't seen my mother. This is still heard among the sea clan, those people have no opinion, and the proud ethereal spirit gradually paid attention, and slowly began to collect where the mother was, why she was imprisoned, and so on...

To put it bluntly, the Ethereal Spirit is not fully prepared at this time......

"Don't thank the poor for ......"

Zhang Daoran's face was indifferent, and he sat directly on the ground: "It's also your protection, and Poor Dao decided to help... Again..."

glanced at the boiling ethereal spirit: "You have too much cause and effect involved, the poor Dao cultivates my Dao, and you are not afraid of cause and effect, and it is difficult for cause and effect to land on the poor Dao, but the disciples of the Poor Dao, you have to repay these causes and effects... It's based on..."

Boiling Ethereal opened his mouth, and he was not very clear about the burden of cause and effect. These ethereal and difficult to directly embody mysteries, most people, in fact, tend not to pay much attention to.

"Whew..."

Boiling Ethereal also sat cross-legged on the ground, looking at Zhang Daoran curiously: "Who is the real person?"

can fly to the sky, the Sea Emperor, who is recognized as the strongest man, is helpless to take Zhang Daoran, and even the secret treasure of the Sea Emperor was directly taken away by Zhang Daoran.

This kind of strong person can't be obscure all the time, he should be famous in the world and worshiped by the world.

Shaking his head slightly, Zhang Daoran smiled: "Does it still matter? Or, who is Poor Dao, is it still important?"

Boiling Ethereal nodded, very insisting: "The real person saved me, saved my mother, I can't know the name of the benefactor..."

"Poor Dao Xuan..."

Zhang Daoran raised his head slightly and looked at the sky: "The poor road comes to the east of the endless Dead Sea, and I practice in the Sanqing Temple... If you want to get to the bottom of it, the poor road comes from another time and space..."

At first, he understood it, but then he felt a little confused: "Is it the fairy world?"

Flying away, the first strong Sea Emperor, has been played around, only immortals have this ability...

"Immortals?"

Zhang Daoran thought of the earth, and thought of when he was just reborn, there was not even a single initiator in that world... Now, in addition to the island in the middle of the lake, how many people should there be who have entered the Tao?

"The original world of the poor road is just an ordinary world..."

didn't want to dwell on this, a smile suddenly appeared on Zhang Daoran's face: "It's still here... Sneaking out, thinking that when you reach the realm of condensing earth souls, you can protect yourself?"

Boiling ethereal and confused, looking at Zhang Daoran's expression, it seemed that he had met an acquaintance.

I just exhausted my eyes and looked into the distance, but I didn't find a single figure around, and I didn't hear any sound.

"No need to look for it..."

Zhang Daoran stood up and put his hands behind his back: "He will come later, he is lucky, he crossed the endless Dead Sea, entered the land of the gods, and got the opportunity..."

Boiling up the ethereal spirit is even more confused, Zhang Daoran seems to blame, like gratification, like scolding, and like encouragement...

What is it for?

"Familiar with a real person?"

Boiling Ethereal Spirit is also very curious, what kind of person can make this immortal-like powerhouse have such complicated emotions?

"Familiar..."

Zhang Daoran smiled all over his face: "Of course it's familiar... It was brought back from another world... He is a registered disciple of the Poor Dao..."

The brow of the boiled ethereal spirit furrowed more and more, brought from another world...

From what world?

Boiled up and full of doubts, but there was no way to ask.

"The real person is here just now, I'm afraid it's just for this named disciple..."

Boiling Ethereal was a little envious, although it was just her guess, but just a named disciple, so concerned, God is a registered disciple, it is also worth it...

"Sort of..."

Zhang Daoran's expression became complicated: "Poor Dao is not afraid of cause and effect, but he wants to pursue the guidance of Heavenly Dao. Poor Dao, coming here, maybe it's the effect of the Heavenly Dao..."

Boiling Ethereal no longer spoke, she couldn't understand these anymore.

"Here we are..."

As he was talking, he heard Zhang Daoran say softly.

Immediately, following Zhang Daoran's gaze, he looked into the distance, and two streamers shot from afar... Behind them, there were a few streamers, hanging far behind, as if they were chasing the two streamers in front...

"They're being hunted?"

I instantly understood why Zhang Daoran appeared here...