Under the empty mulberry tree, the island of the lake in the center of the circle.

Qing wants to sit alone, the pink skirt is round, surrounding the body, and is not stained with dust.

She held a huge lotus flower in her hand, sniffed it closely, and threw it casually.

The lotus flower flew into the sky, fell gently, and the moment it entered the water, it dissolved like water.

In the lake, there are flowers everywhere.

His own mansion has a lot of little secrets, but Qing doesn't plan to delve into it, because it's meaningless.

It was originally very difficult to cast a secret method, but something that Zhang Daoyuan handed over to her saved her a lot of effort.

Qing Yao's hand moved down slightly, and a small round ball rolled out of her sleeve, and she squeezed it gently.

In an instant, lines began to emerge on her smooth skin, wrinkled like the bark of a tree.

The Empty Mulberry Divine Tree behind him seemed to have sensed, and the leaves vibrated and made a soft sound.

The resting yak flapped its flaming wings and flew into the sky, which coincided with the sound of this soft chirping, like a stone flute.

Many of the creatures living on Danyang Mountain felt this power, and there were many people who were high-spirited, only the wings in the backyard snorted dissatisfiedly, and then lowered their heads, lay on their forelimbs together, and continued to sleep.

Qing Yao's entire body turned into wood, and his roots were rooted in the soil, connected to the Empty Mulberry Sacred Tree, and he stretched out his hand slightly, dragging a small basin with water.

Eight Treasure Lotus Pond!

If you look closely, there is a lotus platform in this pot, and there is a figure sitting on it, and his face is similar to Zhang Daoyuan.

As a god general, Qing Yao can switch between different states.

The so-called 'Spring Dew and Garden' skin is not only the dress, but also the corresponding state.

At this moment, Qing Yao has completely switched perspectives, and his soul has drawn into the Empty Mulberry Divine Tree, observing this world from the perspective of a tree.

This special perspective makes everything that happens around you quite slow, and completely replacing the original perception with the perception of the tree is like entering another dimension, a different dimension.

However, this is not a bad state for Qingyao.

On the contrary, it can also greatly improve one's self-cultivation.

God will not have my heart, but He will find a way in the heart of heaven and the way of the human heart.

However, if you want to reach the peak, even the young man who stands on the top of the god will not dare to say so.

How broad is Tianxin?

And in this state, God can further his understanding of the heart of heaven and the human heart.

This kind of progress is extremely important to the monks of the Dusty Realm, but it can be said to be a kind of chance.

Beyond the mountain boundary.

Nian Tianjiao stayed outside, blocked by the force god general.

Ah Huang was very polite to her, and now everyone knows that she is Zhang Changsheng's daughter.

However, politely to be polite, Nian Tianjiao failed to enter the mountain.

"The prince of the mansion is in retreat and cultivating, and he can't see outsiders."

"Won't he see me?"

Nian Tianjiao's expression was a little gloomy, because of Nian Yanshan's relationship, she felt an invisible gap between herself and Zhang Daoyuan.

"No, the prince is already in retreat, so he can't see you. Moreover, this Black Dragon Mountain Mansion is about to be closed, and it will not be unsealed until the Mansion Jun's cultivation is not broken through. ”

Ah Huang obviously couldn't understand the woman's complicated heart, he touched the tiger's head, obviously not understanding the strange appearance of the woman in front of him.

Nian Tianjiao thought that Zhang Daoyuan didn't want to see her, so she used the retreat as an excuse to urge her to leave quickly.

But how did she know that Zhang Daoyuan was really in retreat, and he was really going to close the mountain.

"I see."

Nian Tianjiao smiled and slowly turned around, leaving a very poignant figure.

"Isn't it just a retreat and cultivation, why is it so miserable, and it's not that we won't be able to see each other in the future?"

Ah Huang didn't understand, but he didn't care.

Shortly after Nian Tianjiao left, on Changyou Mountain, the ink pool tumbled. The Thunder God will ride on the body of the Moyu Qilin and rush into the void.

In the past, the protector of the Demon Lord of the Filthy Abyss has now become the mount of the Thunder Yin Divine General.

At the moment of rushing into the void, a dragon's roar resounded throughout the nine heavens. This was a cloudless sky, but suddenly gathered layers of clouds, tumbling and turning, so thick that it was difficult to see a trace of sunlight.

The figures of the Thunder God and the Ink Jade Qilin disappeared, and a giant standing in the clouds appeared instead.

With a spear in his hand and a black beast in his hand, he galloped through the clouds as if he were cruising.

The giant brandished his spear, and an invisible huge pressure fell downward, enveloping the mountains of the Black Dragon Mountain Mansion.

In the void, it seemed that a semicircular lid had been born, and at the moment under the cover, the Black Dragon Mountain Mansion was isolated from the outside world.

This is not a simple isolation, but it involves a rather subtle realm, rewriting the laws within the mountains of the Black Dragon Mountain Mansion.

It can even be said that after this, the entire Black Dragon Mountain Mansion has become a domain of its own, and no matter how the outside world changes, it will not affect it.

Soon, the news of the closure of the Black Dragon Mountain Mansion spread throughout the Northern Wilderness. In the following distant time, it spread to more distant places, and had a more far-reaching impact.

Miaoli, Wuxiang, Eight Noble Truths, Filthy Abyss, and Xuanyin have awakened one after another, opened up a realm, and openly recruited believers, and the pattern of this realm is no longer the dominant Daomen.

Even today, after the Xuanhuang Killing War, the strength of the Dao Sect is seriously damaged, and it is impossible to continue to dominate.

Luoyin Shuifu Mansion Jun Nian Shan swept the seventh realm, which was originally as imposing as a rainbow, but on Danyang Mountain, he hit the biggest nail in his life, and now he can only shrink in the Changfeng Linghu Water Palace, and it is difficult to do anything within ten years.

All of this is telling the monks of this realm that the heavens are about to change.

This world is turbulent, but at this time, the Black Dragon Mountain Mansion is closed.

The five monks who now hold the Nine Heavens Jade and hold the authority of this realm.

Tianji Dao people are not less than Jiuxiao Palace all the year round, ignoring mundane things, Zhang Daoyuan can't go out of retreat, Nian Shan recuperates and heals, Wu Yiji has been living in a simple place since the Xuanhuang Killing War, it is said that he was seriously injured, and there is only one Gongsun Xiuxiu, and he can barely do something to help the righteous path.

However, at this time of the Demon Rising Dao, it is becoming more and more weak.

The world of great controversy has officially begun.

In this chaotic era, there is no longer a clear division of power that has existed for tens of thousands of years.

The dragon and phoenix declined, the demon gate disintegrated, and the Xuanhuang slaughtered the war.

The impact is that it is difficult for one force to take the lead, even the alliance of thirty-three factions, and it can only continue to shrink its sphere of influence.

The empty area is a group of demons dancing.

It's just that for the average person in the wider part of this realm, it doesn't make any difference. After all, the dispute between the monks was at a higher level, and it would not affect them for the time being.

Hundreds of millions of living beings in Zhongzhou are composed of a country that does not know how many.

In this turbulent season, a small country in the west of Zhongzhou, Yongcheng, the capital of Chen, ushered in a teenager.