This figure is none other than the thunderbolt puppet Xiao Yan.

The thing in his crotch is not ordinary, it is the stone horse that just threw Dan Xuanchao off the horse.

In the middle of the stone horse's forehead, the word "Ben" is written in the word "Zhenqi".

This true qi font is chaotic and chaotic, hazy and shining, like a star embedded in the dark night on a rainy day.

This stone horse was given to Dan Xuanzhi by Dan Xuanwen Pan, but in the middle of the action, it was lent to the head of the hall, Dan Xuanzhi.

The moon is dark and the wind is high, and the north wind sends sand.

The huge well courtyard is like a layer of sand and snow,

The bleak north wind strokes people's long hair and makes the sound of hunting.

The cold north wind, mixed with yellow dust, is like being in the red dust, riding on the plateau desert Gobi.

Riding and riding, the stone horse under his crotch, the chaotic true qi font in the center of his forehead, the energy was exhausted. The speed of the drive gradually slowed down and finally stopped.

The night was shrouded, and the sky was dry and foggy.

The sand and snow are bleak, and the field of vision is foggy.

Xiao Yan, the thunderbolt puppet, rode on the stone horse, smiling bitterly in his heart, hoping that this stone horse, which had exhausted its energy, would be able to have a miracle.

But after waiting for a long time, and didn't see the stone horse continue to walk, Xiao Yan, the thunderbolt puppet, coughed helplessly, turned over and dismounted, bent his fingers, and went up and down the horse, knocking and beating for a while, but it didn't work.

Then he pushed the horse behind with his shoulder, and the stone horse shook a few times, but there was still no sign of moving.

This made the thunderbolt puppet Xiao Yan angry, his body jumped, his right leg opened up, and he swept out in a whirlwind.

The three legs swept out in succession, letting out a whining and strange roar, and the legs were full of dust rippling apart, like a spiral cloud swirling and spreading.

In this play, he planned to kick the stone horse in the ass.

However, as soon as he stepped out, there was a playful and beautiful voice in his ears.

"Don't push it~, and won't let it run~"

"A Heavenly Spirit Realm seventh-order power, can you push and kick hard?"

The voice is like silk, soft and tactful, clear and mellow, gently trembling, like a yellow oriole singing valley, lingering and reverberating.

It is evocative and fantastical.

Among them, there is also a bit of shyness and playfulness, listening to its voice is like seeing me, like a budding mountain flower, in the free and easy, quietly blooming, revealing elegance and confidence, noble to take your breath away.

*

At this moment, Xiao Yan, the thunderbolt puppet, thought that it was the Dan brothers who broke in, and he was surprised.

Instinctively, his figure flashed, but unexpectedly, the sand under his feet was very slippery, and he accidentally fell on his back.

Lying on his back on the ground, his eyes shifted, and he squinted upward, only to realize that it was a false alarm.

"Now the chain is dropped. The thunderbolt puppet Xiao Yan's face turned red.

It was not the Dan brothers who broke into the field of vision, but a weak woman with a folding fan in her hand and a half-concealed face.

I saw her, dressed in a cloud-white Confucian robe, wearing a scarf on her head, with a long hair belt tied behind her head, fluttering in the wind, elegant and noble.

Holding a folding fan in his hand, he walked with a leisurely demeanor.

This half-concealed jade face, revealing a bit of mystery, is none other than Wen Zhuangyuan.

With the two witticisms just now, from the cold wind and sand and the thick fog, looming, clear eyes flowed out of a brilliant look.

At this moment, the thunderbolt puppet Xiao Yan had not yet gotten up immediately from the fall, and glanced up, looking up.

Looking at her, her long hair was fluttering, and she raised a noble temperament,

Looking at her, she waved the jade fan leisurely, like a blue lotus out of the water, blooming in the world, not to be desecrated.

Looking at him, he walked out of the fog and sand, revealing a heroic atmosphere that had just come out of the world.

*

The north wind is fine sand, and the fog is yellow and dusty. Depressed and obscure, Xiao kills the chaos.

It forms a sharp visual contrast with the yarn folding fan in front of you, plain white and bright.

*

After a while, the thunderbolt puppet Xiao Yan suddenly struck a spirit.

Hearing what Wen Zhuangyuan said just now, he smiled, suddenly drank in a deep voice, and slapped his palm on the dust and sand all over the ground.

The sand and snow rippled all over the ground, like a rippling column of water, gently lifting the thunderbolt puppet Xiao Yan on the horse's back.

This horse is a plateau breed, called the pack horse beast, with two humps on its back, which is especially suitable for driving in the environment of lack of water on the plateau.

After riding on the horse, Xiao Yan, the thunderbolt puppet, leaned sideways and handed out a hand towards Wen Zhuangyuan under the fog and sand......

Wen Zhuangyuan's fair little face suddenly flushed a touch of crimson, and his small mouth raised a slight arc, and slowly handed out a slender plain hand.

When he was about to touch the other party, his slender fingertips burst out of a silk-like hairspring, stirring the sound of "swish" electricity, like a heartstring with a trembling pulse.

However, at this moment, a pack horse neighed, and an ethereal sound.

Following the sound, a small stone horse with a relatively thin body and a soft saddle, stepping on brisk hooves, galloped from dozens of meters behind him, and leaped upward......

Wen Zhuangyuan immediately flew up and sat on the small stone horse that rose from the air beside him.

Sitting on the soft and comfortable saddle, Wen Zhuangyuan looked back and reminded: "With your monarch's momentum, you can also make the stone horse fly." ”

Hearing this, Xiao Yan, the thunderbolt puppet, had a sudden look on his face, and slapped his forehead a few times one after another.

In the moonlight, the shadow under his feet was dark and clear.

His arms shook slightly, and the shadow under his feet greatly increased in clarity, projecting onto the big stone horse, and escaping into it with his majestic true qi.

After a while, the word "Ben" on Da Shima's forehead and the blurred handwriting became clear.

After the thunderbolt puppet Xiao Yan rode on the horse, he rode a horse to chase after him.

*

At this moment, more than a hundred meters behind the thunderbolt puppet Xiao Yan, a figure got up from the ground.

This figure is none other than that. It was the hall head Dan Xuanzhi who had just been kicked away by the thunderbolt puppet Xiao Yan.

Through the thick fog, he vaguely saw the back of Wen Zhuangyuan galloping on his horse and heard her voice.

"Wen Zhuangyuan, I really didn't expect that you would dare to go behind our backs and associate with the biggest enemy in the rear of the Dan clan!"

"Aren't you going to get mixed up in the Dan clan's territory?"

"Don't you want to get that Mobao (scolding Fang Xuan), enter the Wenqu Xingjun, and inherit the thousand-year-old cultivation?"

In the direction of Wen Zhuangyuan, who was galloping and fading away, Dan Xuanzhi shouted several times in succession.

As a result, from the direction of Wen Zhuangyuan's back, a clear and beautiful echo faintly floated: "I don't care!"

The echo lingered in his ears, which was extremely harsh, Dan Xuanzhi became angry and scolded: "Stinky girl, little girl! You must know that this is on the territory of our Dan clan, we can hold you to heaven at any time, or we can drag you to hell! Your life and death are in our hands!"

Dan Xuanzhi looked at the round stool angrily, dragged his fist, and was full of resentment......

*

Suddenly, he felt that his vision was rapidly ascending, reaching the depths of the chaotic universe.

At the same time, he felt that his body had grown infinitely, becoming very slender and stretching across the sky.

Looking down, there was nothing but a chaotic swirling cloud.

Above this heavenly dome, there was a true qi of high refinement and purity.

Dan Xuanzhi opened his mouth and desperately sucked the true qi, and after a while, the monarch's momentum that had been deposited for decades exploded.

*

However, this feeling of ascension only lasted for a while.

It's as if it was a certain human realm power who was promoted to the Heavenly Monarch, flew to the Heavenly Realm, and took office.

Dan Genji intuitively realized something. His cultivation was about to break through the Heavenly Monarch Realm, triggering the operation of the Heavenly Dao Laws, and opening up a fiefdom for him in a certain area at the bottom of the Heavenly Realm.

From then on, he was the monarch of this fiefdom.

In the future, you can use the resources in the fief at any time.

The bottom layer of the Heavenly Realm is naturally located under the Nine Heavens, above the Seven Ancient Lands. But very close to the first day.

And if you want to rely on your own cultivation and ascend to the first heaven, you must first break through this space.

Moreover, the [Divine Arsenal] he mentioned earlier was to be built on this "Monarch Heaven", but at that time, he had not yet triggered the laws of Heavenly Dao and had not ascended to the position of Heavenly Monarch.

At that time, he planned to build the Divine Arsenal on the Heavenly Fiefdom of the Monarch of Danxuanchao.

*

Since the cultivation was still under the Heavenly Monarch Realm, this wonderful feeling of ascending to the Heavenly Realm quickly receded like a tide.

His vision, from the depths of the heavenly dome, slowly descended, passed through the layers of spatial oppression, and fell back to his body, and his vision returned to normal.

Under the moonlight, the shadow under his feet became clear the moment he concentrated on it.

"Hahahaha, Lao Tzu's monarch momentum that has been deposited for many years has finally burst out!"

"Xiao Yan, stinky girls, you can't escape the palm of your hand this time......!"

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