It turned out that after Fuding Zhenjun failed to attack the Heavenly Immortals and was entered by the heart demon, he actually didn't want to cultivate the Demon Dao, but the attributes of his body and divine consciousness have changed, as long as he is in the immortal realm, even if it is just breathing, he will automatically plunder the vitality and aura of all the living beings around him, and there is no way to turn back. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Thousands of years later, the original profound Fuding Zhenjun has also become a completely violent old demon, and there is no turning back at all.

This time, after being turned into a big white dog by the little heavenly path of the Linglong Realm, Fuding Zhenjun had always been resentful, and it was only now that he suddenly realized that he could rebuild the Immortal Dao......

Even if it is the way of immortals, it is also the way of immortals!

I'm finally no longer the Adversary!

Fuding Zhenjun suddenly became excited, and his mouth involuntarily let out a comfortable soft hum, "Boom......"

Li Feng looked at Fuding Zhenjun who even began to lie on the ground and roll on the ground in surprise, and secretly mourned for him in his heart, Demon Venerable, you have fallen!

"This Wang Xingren is Fuding Zhenjun......"

Li Feng explained the origin of the big white dog to the little slave and the spirit beasts, "Now that it has no mana, it shouldn't be harmful, I am going to leave him to live in the territory, you usually pay a little attention to his behavior." As long as he doesn't make trouble, he does whatever he wants. ”

Xiao Bai and all the spirit beasts were speechless when they heard this, that arrogant and terrifying big devil was actually turned into this cute big white dog? Master, your methods are too brutal!

The members only thought about Fuding Zhenjun's mental journey for a moment, and they felt that Alexander ...... This big devil is really unlucky to meet his master!

"By the way, how is the spirit monkey that was put on the body now?" Li Feng asked about Hu Lai's condition.

"I can't die, but because my body has been occupied, there is something wrong with my spiritual sense, and now it has become even more nonsense......," Xiaobai explained.

"Ahem, then let's close it up a little better, it's okay, don't let him out and make trouble. Li Feng chatted with the members for a few more words, and suddenly asked with some curiosity, "Hey, why haven't you seen the dragon? Where has it gone? I have good news to tell it." ”

"I just wanted to tell my master, the current situation of the dragon senior is a bit strange, master, you'd better go and see it for yourself......" The little slave said with a complicated face.

"Weird, what kind of weird method?" Li Feng was a little curious.

"It has been hiding in a tree and refuses to come down...... "The little slave said with a smile, "and it doesn't want to see other spirit beasts." ”

How could a dragon like to stay in a tree?

It's a bit weird indeed...... Li Feng decided to go and see what was going on with Qiu Long.

The spirit turtle suddenly jumped on Li Feng's shoulder, pointed his fingers, and told Li Feng in vivid body language that it knew the current location of the dragon.

Li Feng nodded, and under the guidance of the Xuan Turtle, he flew towards the World Tree, and soon, he found the dragon curled up in a pile of dense trees.

The dragon's body was still pitch black, and the parts of the tree that came into contact with its skin were also stained with a lot of inky body fluids, and an industrial stench filled the air.

Now, Li Feng understands what's going on, Qiu Long is suffering from depression!

Depression in animals is a very common thing...... In summer, many Wang Xingren's beautiful body hair is shaved off, and they are often depressed for a long time.

Qiulong, who has always regarded himself as a descendant of the green dragon, has now become such a ghost, and it is strange that he is not depressed.

"I can't go back, I can't go back...... Alas......"

The dragon was resting his head against the tree, his eyes were weakly shrugged, and his mouth was muttering to himself.