She's not good.

Kwong Ruilu will not know.

"Now, you've found here, you must have gained a lot of cultivation over the years?"

"Jun Dian, Nanfeng please save me!"

"I'm no longer a king."

Fifty thousand years ago, he was no longer a king.

Nanfeng naturally knew that he was not a king, but in this huge world, who else could she ask for? She is no longer the rain god of the dragon clan that everyone admires, and the dragon palace and her original home have now become a place of vigilance. There is no one in heaven and earth to ask for.

"The south wind, please ask the ancestor for protection."

Even if he doesn't be a king, he is still the first Jiao that appears in heaven and earth.

At the beginning of the opening of heaven and earth, on the occasion of a thousand years, in the year of Jundian Mo, the dragon was transformed into a dragon along the river and into the sea, which was the ancestor of the dragon family.

But now there is no dragon to recognize.

In the past tens of thousands of years, no one has mentioned it, and he has almost forgotten that he is a dragon.

"Although you deceive me, all kinds of cause and effect cycles."

"Well, I'll help you."

If it weren't for 50,000 years ago, she wouldn't be like this.

"Today, he ascended to the throne of the rain god, and I will help you to ascend for thirty-three days, but you must know the consequences."

Now, she has borrowed spiritual power, and after thirty-three days, she will only be left for a moment or three moments, and her soul will definitely be scattered.

"Thank you, Ancestor."

Hasn't she waited for all these years just for today's answer?

Thirty-three days, Lingxiao Treasure Palace.

Punishment Altar.

"Qinglong Boqi, sealed by the mandate of heaven, is now measured by heaven. Remorseful? ”

Cold, indifferent and ruthless, a solemn statue, Ninghui Palace, his cultivation is the way of pure heart and few desires.

"No regrets."

Vocation needs to be measured by heaven.

Otherwise, it is the chosen one.

The rain god is in all directions**, thunder and lightning on all sides, and all living beings need to wait for it. Take the world as the responsibility, and this heavenly test must not be Erer's doing. It is necessary to inherit the ancestor's blow, the three potentials of the monarch's palace thunder, and the officials of the four directions and eight sides will attack it.

After this time, Fang is justified.

But not without exception.

Heavenly Court is now intertwined, and the interests of all parties are balanced, in order to prevent accidents from happening on the way to the heavenly test, it is always necessary to be merciful.

Exceptions can be made for the sole person.

Since more than 100,000 years ago, he has been like this, and he has never bent the law for personal gain.

The ancestor served as the judicial officer of the Ninghui Palace.

50,000 years ago, the royal palace ruled selflessly, and the ancestor was overly cultivated due to the catastrophe, and there was a retreat from time to time, and the duty of supervision also fell to him.

Since then, the palace of Ninghui has been as clear as an immortal, standing above the two ancestors and two halls for thirty-three days.

He remembered wrongly, such as where did the two ancestors and two halls come from today?

Take out the white jade porcelain bottle with the sleeve and put a soul out.

"You cherish it."

"Nanfeng, kneel down and thank the ancestor for his success."

Every bit of spiritual power he added to her vanished with every step he took.

That's it, the cycle of cause and effect can't be escaped.

He will eventually have to pay back this karma.

The remaining spiritual power has long been unable to support him to maintain the Dharma Phase, and in a short time, he will definitely appear in his original body.

If you can't resist the wind, you will retreat to the next best.

into the water.

In the memory of that year, he was a Jiao, and he had not yet turned into a dragon at that time.

Although the world is not the first to open, the world is full of energy, and there is no need to deliberately find a place to live.

It's not like this spiritual pool.

The aura here is compelling, but he doesn't want to stay.

Yunling Pond is very close to Ninghui Palace.

Whoever is full of spiritual power and profound, the spiritual power fluctuates within thousands of miles, if he wants to, he will not be able to escape.

Ning Hui Hall was cautious.

In the pond for three days, although he can resist the wind, he does not dare to act rashly.

The fairy and the immortal who walked along the pond had excellent upbringing, the steps were not chaotic, and the hands were orderly.

I can't complain that the ancestor sent him to ask for advice or two.

That day's ascending ceremony, naturally, it was over.

The spiritual power is so weak, I can't enter the heavenly measuring platform, I'm afraid it will be scattered cleanly, I don't know if Nanfeng wants to take revenge has her figure in the eyes?

It doesn't hurt if there is, it's just a thing of the past.

She is the only one who is persistently searching, and she is not familiar with the believers who abandoned her that day, and she has already consumed her soul in reincarnation.

"Hey, when did a silver snake come into this spiritual pool?"

I know the rules very well, but I still lack knowledge, I can't recognize the body of this silver and white dragon, only the green and blue dragon clan.

"Hurry up, you pick it up and send it to the Nether, don't let the spirit pool of the palace be contaminated with turbidity."

Hearing this, I felt very reasonable, so I copied the things of the net fork, and I didn't know how to salvage them.

I don't know if there is spirituality, the snake actually cooperated into the net pocket, and the fairy attendant carrying the net bag hurriedly put it into a lake of nether water.

The snake fairy waiter retreated, and the palace went out to patrol here, hulala knelt on the ground, and everyone sighed.

"I've seen the king's palace."

"Hmm."

The royal palace bathed in the spirit, never let people protect the Dharma, and did not even leave to serve, and the hula group retreated again.

A breeze blew, and he put down his robe and paused for a moment, and raised his hand to continue.

"That pond water is not something you should think about, you should find a place and concentrate on cultivation is the right way."

The immortal attendant of Ninghui Hall put down the small snake in the net, looking for a side of water and soil.

Wei Cheng thought that the immortal servants in his palace were so transparent, and he didn't know much, but it was rare to understand. It's just that the roofless lake is blowing in the face, and I have time to thank you in the future.

He knew the water.

"Are you here?"

"You're finally ignoring me!"

A young man in a green shirt rushed to the scene, but only saw a small silver and white snake.

"You, is that her?"

Whether she is a fairy or a demon, she can change in any way, he guards this lake, no matter what falls into the lake, he is going to rush there.

"It's not."

"She's dead."

He doesn't like to give empty joy.

The joy of the man in the green shirt disappeared at a visible speed.

"Why? Isn't she a fairy? ”

She is not a fairy, this is just a reluctant soul.

"Aren't immortals immortal?"

The gods will also be extinguished.

"For more than ten years, I have wanted to see her every day, and I know that the gods don't like the filthy breath of ordinary people, so I bathe in incense and meditate on the Tao."

Raising his eyes, he saw a faint clear qi on his body, if he was dedicated to the Tao in this life, a hundred years later, it might be possible to see him in the heavenly court.

"Why。。。。。。"

It can be seen that he has such emotional fluctuations, and it is not yet known whether he will continue to practice.

Sitting in a puddle, looking lonely.

He will not comfort mortals.

I simply sneaked back into the lake, and those net forks had a little bit of a thirty-three day of punishment, and they needed to recuperate.

One man, one snake, one house and one lake.

Peaceful.

The mortal man never showed up, but there would be more fruits and vegetables by the lake.

He was born with an immortal body and did not need to eat grain.

He let the fruits and vegetables come and send them away.

One day, there were no more vegetables and fruits, and only one person remained, hugging the body of the piano, and said to the lake:

"I'm leaving."

And then there was only that pool of green and clear water.

"Sizhen, you follow him, and when the south wind dissipates her breath, you will take her back to her age."

"Yes."

Seeing that he didn't move, he was respectful.

"Don't worry, a little

After that, I returned to the East China Sea. ”

The extreme of the East China Sea is the place where he was born, the source of life, and the most suitable for raising.

"The subordinates retired."

The East China Sea is not the sea.

Looking into the distance, the mountains are undulating, the mulberry elm is in the evening, hazy and faint, and occasionally there are birds flying sideways, spreading their wings and flying.

It's all an illusion.

The illusion of the East China Sea is set up by the ancestors of the Kaishi, mottled and separated, and the truth is unknown. Those who are not strong in their hearts are mostly lost in it and return in vain, so since the place of creation, in the heavens and on the ground, countless demons and fairies want to find out one or two, but no one has succeeded.

Thirty-three days are no exception.

"Your Highness, the Lord has not returned, Your Highness might as well leave first, the Lord is back, I will wait to go to Ninghui Hall to report."

At the extreme of the East China Sea, the guards and servants at the taboo place saw His Royal Highness Ning Hui coming, but the master was not there, no one could open the forbidden door, His Royal Highness was noble, and it was not appropriate to sit and wait here.

"It's okay, you guys get busy first."

Your Highness is here, how can they only care about themselves? For more than 50,000 years, few people have set foot in the extreme of the East China Sea. Now that it is the thirty-three days of Ninghui Palace, it is naturally a great thing for these immortals who are only a thousand years old. How dare they treat them casually, for a while, the atmosphere is frozen.

His Royal Highness Ning Hui couldn't wait patiently, so he gently tugged his sleeves and twisted a mantra slowly, wanting to go in first and wait.

"I want His Highness to wait, it's because Xiaoxian is not strict in discipline."

As soon as he fell into the pole of the East China Sea, he felt the rare immortal aura of the immortal family.

Although he hadn't seen it for 50,000 years, he still remembered the breath.

That's the person he doesn't want to see.

Ning Hui lightly squeezed the twisted hand.

When I looked up, I saw the smoke-rain colored robe, with a slender posture, tugging at the corners of his mouth, as if he was smiling.

"You changed the mantra."

He has the secret to enter the door of the East China Sea, and he remembers it clearly.

As soon as he tried, he knew.

"My place is too remote, but it is really a sin to bother His Highness Ning Hui to think about it......

"Your Highness!?"

Ning Huidian didn't like the mouth that was forcing him to leave.

"Your Highness, please put down the Lord!"

When the gate control was scattered, the immortals saw that the palace of the thirty-three days was hurting people in front of the extreme gate of the East China Sea, so they naturally would not sit idly by.

The ancestor set three admonitions for the extreme of the East China Sea: respect for thirty-three days, and the well water does not interfere with the river water; The extreme of the East China Sea, the life of the Lord is above all else; When the two contradict each other, abandon one protector.

This admonition has been passed down from generation to generation.

Although the extreme of the East China Sea has long ceased to be the aura of the past, it is grand and beautiful, but the admonition must not be forgotten!

"Do you think you have a chance of winning?"

With Ning Hui Palace's body, a punitive aura was scattered and came towards him.

There are only some scattered immortals in the East China Sea now, and they have cultivated for less than a thousand years, and they can't stand the erosion of the spiritual power of the Ninghui Palace, and the few cultivators are already desperate to disperse their souls.

No one will return.

"Presumptuous! You can know ......"

The Heavenly Palace heard that it was rare to see the angry palace of the royal palace, and it was rare to see the fierce words.

"Wang Palace, it's been more than 100,000 years, hasn't this problem changed?"

He was bound by spiritual power and broke free.

When will it be changed?

Tearing off the shackles of spiritual power, Nian Jue raised his hand to meet it, relieving the spiritual power erosion of the scattered immortals.

"If you don't want to be a guest or an enemy, the East China Sea is also very welcome!"

"You know why I'm like that."

Yes, of course he does.

"If it is entrusted by the deceased, the deceased has passed away, and it cannot be counted."

With his mercy, he pressed step by step, without giving in, and pushed the palace to the outside of the curfew, and the immortals of the East China Sea were difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.

"You have to spoil yourself like this?!"