As soon as the dragon turtle came out, the entire inner universe shook.

The dragon turtle roared with its head up, and everything bowed its head.

Only Xiaohuo was unconvinced, pulling his neck on the bridge and making a milky sound, confronting it.

Jianxi, who is also one of the nine sons of the dragon, is not domineering at all, and even wants to suppress the cry of the dragon turtle.

However, this dragon turtle is a symbol of the success of the cultivation of the secret method of the tyrant, and it has no spiritual intelligence.

No matter how loud Xiaohuo was, the dragon turtle didn't react at all.

When Zhang Qingyang saw Xiaohuo, he was overjoyed in his heart, and he gave birth to a squint from the fire of anger. Although this jawsman is still a child, he has already shown extraordinary abilities. With this big treasure here, it must not be a problem to cultivate the Eyelid Secret Method, and there is much more time to find other secret methods by yourself.

The roar emitted by the dragon turtle turned into the sound of spring thunder, vibrating Zhang Qingyang's consciousness and his body in a circle.

Zhang Qingyang kept his heart steadily, and sat back and watched his body being refined and transformed by the secret method of tyranny.

In the chaotic circle, a spiritual force suddenly rolled in, as if it was a flood surging, circulating around Zhang Qingyang's nine bends and eighteen bends.

This spiritual force, under the traction of the secret method of tyrant, tried hard to integrate with Zhang Qingyang.

This huge spiritual power is undoubtedly a great supplement for Zhang Qingyang, but there are fragments of Elder Yu's will, some of his sporadic perceptions, memories, and so on.

If Zhang Qingyang absorbs it, it will inevitably have hidden dangers, at least indigestion.

But if you don't absorb it, if this spiritual power returns to the Chaos Circle, it may be more troublesome to digest and polish the Chaos Circle in the future, and the other spiritual power is really huge, which is eye-catching, enough to withstand the consumption of Zhang Qingyang when refining the Soul Bridge.

"Hey?" Zhang Qingyang's mind suddenly flashed.

I've always wanted to expand the bridge of the heart, but I don't have enough mental power, isn't this ready-made?

Zhang Qingyang was overjoyed, directing this surging spiritual force to flow towards the bridge of the soul.

As long as this spiritual power is absorbed, doubling the size of the bridge of the mind is not a dream.

Elder Yu's spiritual power swept over, and Xiao Huo, who was originally lying on the bridge of the soul, suddenly stood up and roared towards the torrent of spiritual power.

Its voice is like a milk dog, but the torrent of spiritual power does not dare to approach.

The bridge of the heart has a master, this outsider, Xiaohuo is unwilling to accept it.

Zhang Qingyang was stunned for a moment, and after thinking about it for a long time, he didn't expect Xiaohuo to do it! It is worthy of Jianhui, the legend says that Jianhua has the smallest heart, and he will take revenge if he has revenge.

The rolling torrent of spiritual power flowed like a headless fly in the inner universe, and seeing that the dragon turtle stopped roaring, the torrent of spiritual power that was pulled by it was about to return to chaos.

Zhang Qingyang stood up abruptly and took a few steps back and forth. Countless thoughts came and went, and he suddenly stood still and gave himself a slap in the face.

"If you can't fuse, why don't you build a new bridge!"

Zhang Qingyang hurriedly sat down, adjusted his breath, returned to calm, and his heart was spotless. The will is all concentrated in the spiritual torrent in mid-air.

Under the command of the will, the torrent of spiritual power converges into a sphere. Then it was kneaded more tightly by an invisible hand, and then pulled apart and kneaded into the shape of a bridge.

At the beginning, there were fragments of Elder Yu's will in the torrent of spiritual power, and he didn't listen to Zhang Qingyang's call very much. It is repeatedly kneaded, beaten, torn apart by invisible hands, and then gathered into a ball. After repeating this dozens of times, the torrent of spiritual power became much more obedient, and gradually formed a new bridge of the mind.

It's just that this bridge is much slower than the first bridge of the mind, and Zhang Qingyang secretly thinks that it is because the fragments of will in the torrent of spiritual power have not been completely shattered.

As soon as the second bridge of the mind took shape, the roar of the dragon turtle gradually stopped. The secret method of Baxia turned into a stone turtle carrying a monument and stood at the head of the bridge.

There seemed to be words on the stele, Zhang Qingyang drew his gaze, but the handwriting on the stele was blurred, and he only saw that there were three words in total, but he couldn't distinguish which three words they were.

Zhang Qingyang felt that he had been delayed for a long time in the inner universe, and as soon as the secret method was completed, he immediately drove the second spiritual bridge and slowly flew towards the chaos circle.

The second bridge of the mind entered the chaotic circle unhurriedly, and Zhang Qingyang raised his attention by twelve points, and was on guard.

As the Bridge of Mind deepened, the Chaos Circle did not move, but the Demon Tortoise Brand had already appeared around the Bridge of Mind.

The Bridge of Hearts even passed by a Demon Turtle brand, which shook and did not change.

Zhang Qingyang let go of half of his heart, and waited until he completely came out of the chaotic circle before he let go of all his heart.

Returning to reality, Zhang Qingyang first closed his eyes and silently urged the qi and blood to sense the whole body, his body was not subject to any secret calculations, the qi and blood were extremely vigorous, and the vitality in his body was a little stronger than before.

Zhang Qingyang opened his eyes, and Elder Yu's body was still sitting cross-legged beside him, with a finger pressed against Zhang Qingyang's eyebrows.

Zhang Qingyang stood up and looked at Elder Yu with a complicated expression.

Elder Yu's body was warm and warm, maintaining the characteristics of a normal person. But his consciousness no longer existed, strictly speaking, Elder Yu in front of him was a vegetative person. And without the control of his consciousness, the vitality in his body is passing rapidly, and it will not be long before his life will come to an end.

Zhang Qingyang sighed, walked over and opened the door.

As soon as the door opened, Zhang Qingyang saw Ah Tu's restless little face, and his eyes were full of fear.

"You, you are ......" Ah Tu looked at Zhang Qingyang and stammered.

"Atu, I'm Zhang Qingyang. Zhang Qingyang said softly.

Ah Tu was stunned, and tears suddenly welled up: "Master!"

Ah Tu stumbled in, and Elder Yu fell to the ground crying in front of him.

After a while, when Ah Tu had almost vented his emotions, Zhang Qingyang walked over, patted Ah Tu, who was already crying weakly, and said, "Ah Tu, since Elder Yu has left, let's go to the ground." ”

"Hmm," Ah Tu sobbed and nodded, "Young Master, will you inherit the legacy of the Divine Dragon Society?"

Ah Tu looked up at his little face full of tears, but asked very seriously.

Zhang Qingyang "chuckled" in his heart, and suddenly felt two terrible eyes staring at him behind him, and he turned his head slightly to glance at the cripple who was still locked not far away. Even if the big yellow dog's gaze was far away, it still made Zhang Qingyang feel like a man's back.

Zhang Qingyang asked, "Why do you ask this question?"

Ah Tu said: "The master has instructed me that if it is not him who is alive, I must ask the young master if he is willing to inherit the will of the Divine Dragon Society." If you wish, you will recognize the identity of the young master. ”

"What if you don't want to?" asked Zhang Qingyang.

Ah Tu pursed his lips, looked very flustered and said, "The master asked me to kill you." ”

"Will you?" Zhang Qingyang stared at him.

Ah Tu said loudly: "I won't. ”

Zhang Qingyang smiled and rubbed his head.

"I've cultivated the secret method of tyranny, and I can't inherit it if I don't want to. Zhang Qingyang sighed happily.

Ah Tu was surprised and delighted: "I knew that you would definitely become my young master." ”

Zhang Qingyang said: "Call me brother, there are few young masters outside." ”

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