Knowing the sea space.

A golden dragon, suspended in mid-air, is the martial soul that Long Yi has just shaped.

The image of this martial soul is extremely distinct, the dragon head, dragon beard, dragon body, dragon scales, dragon claws, and dragon patterns are all extremely clear.

Although the Golden Dragon Martial Spirit was still very small and sleeping with its eyes closed, it exuded the aura of the ancient majesty of the desolation, as if it was a different species from the primeval era, which was amazing.

The martial soul already exists, but how much increase it can bring depends not only on talent, but also on personal efforts.

If you want to make the martial soul strong, you need to nourish it with true qi and divine thoughts, and the process is extremely slow.

At this time, Long Reverse continued to control the martial spirit, making the golden dragon fly around in the sea space, like a child who has got a new toy, and can't put it down.

Until he felt tired and the martial soul was consumed too much, he was reluctant to stop and practice the exercises.

Following.

The sky has not yet brightened, and Wan Qi Huyang is forbidden to see him.

"Looking for me so early, what's the matter with the hall master?" asked Long Yi with some surprise.

"Young master, the entrance to the ruins of Quanke Palace has appeared!" Jie Chongyang's tone was excited, and Long Cheng asked: "When did you find it, where is it?!"

"I just received news that an outer disciple was in the wheat field of Laoniu Town, saw the spatial fluctuations, and found the stone tablet of Quanke Palace, this must be a sign of the appearance of the ruins of Quanke Palace!"

Wan Qi Huyang was extremely excited, for the White Horse Martial Sect, this opportunity was too important.

A hundred years ago, Quanke Palace was the top sect in the world today, and even if it became a relic, it was of great value.

If you can find some exercises, inheritances, and the like, you will definitely be able to make the White Horse Martial Sect have a qualitative change, and the value is higher than that of a million gold!

"Let's go over and see if it's real or not. "The dragon reversed.

He got ready, and then left with his men.

Laoniu Town is only 300 miles away from Baima Wuzong, but the roads are rugged and blocked by high mountains and rivers, so it is impossible to ride horses, so it is extremely time-consuming.

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Evening.

In the fields outside Lao Niu Town, the dragon came against the wind and dust.

"On what day is today, why are so many villagers going to the grave?" he walked along the field path and saw many villagers holding paper money and paper ingots and burning them in front of the graves in the fields.

"The local custom is like this, every fifteenth day to come to worship relatives, after the third anniversary of death, there is no need to come again. Wan Qi Huyang explained.

"It is precisely because of today's fifteenth day that the Yin Qi is victorious, and the Ruins Circle will break through the space. Ma Yongfeng added.

"I see. ”

Long Reverse looked around, except for the villagers who went to the grave, he had not found spatial fluctuations.

And the disciple who spread the news has not been contacted at present, after all, all the surrounding areas of Lao Niu Town are wheat fields, and it will take some time to find someone within a range of dozens of miles.

"Son, my miserable son, why did you leave ruthlessly, leaving us two white-haired people to send black-haired people, you are so ruthless!"

In front of the wheat field, there sat a white-haired old woman, slapping her hands on the ground and crying.

Beside her, there was an old man in shabby clothes, burning paper money with a sad expression, babbling in his mouth, and intermittently hearing him say words such as 'don't save it' and 'take it to spend'.

It was almost dark, and the rest of the grave had gone back to rest, leaving only the old couple. The old woman's desolate cry, the voice of calling for her son, the listener's nose was sour, and he felt sympathy.

At night, the white-haired people cry the black-haired people, which is the most desolate.

The dragon looked sideways, but his expression suddenly changed, and he immediately stopped.

The wooden tablet erected in front of the grave is engraved with six words: The tomb of my son and the dragon!

"Son, you're dying so miserably!"

The old woman shouted and looked at Long Rebellious, revealing a cold smile, "My son Long Rebellious, died here!"

"The grave pit, dug it, the coffin, bought it, just wait, you're dead. ”

The old man who burned paper money also seemed to have a rickety body that suddenly became erect.

As they spoke, they held their weapons in their hands, the old woman held a double hook, and the old man held a war knife, all staring at Long Yi with cold eyes.

"What kind of person pretends to be a ghost and reports his name!"

Wan Qi Huyang's true qi moved, protecting the dragon behind him.

"Years and years, Qingming three candidates, it's me. The old woman grinned.

"Years and years, I am the second candidate of Qingming. The old man even sneered, "Let the two Hou masters take action in person, you little guy surnamed Long, you really have a face!"

Waiting!!

Wan Qi Huyang's expression changed suddenly, and he couldn't believe that the time and years Lou had invested so much, and the second time he assassinated Long Ying, it was Hou Ying who took action in person.

It is reported that the old woman surnamed Zhang is a cultivator in the Ning Dan Realm, while Wang Er Houying is in the Martial King Realm!

"Just the two of you, you can't kill the young master!"

A sarcastic voice came, and then the wind blew violently, and a man wearing the robe of the Elder of the White Horse Martial Sect descended from the sky and stood beside Long Rebellion.

The elder of the precepts, cold as a glow.

The aura emanating from his body is impressively the Martial King Realm!

Seeing Leng Ruhui appear, Wan Qi Huyang's face suddenly improved, as if he was relieved.

The two candidates of the year and the year building are certainly powerful, but Long Reverse has one martial king and two Ning Dan protection, which is enough to get out.

"I knew that there was a Martial King following, but I didn't expect it to be Elder Leng, you just broke through, right?"

Wang Erhou should smile sarcastically.

Leng Ruhui's breath is just a heavy Martial King, barely stabilized, and it is not his opponent of the Martial King Triple at all!

"You're right, I've just stepped into the Martial King Realm for three days, and my strength is not enough to compare with you, but it's enough to hold you back. ”

Leng Ruhui looked at Wan Qi Huyang, "Take the young master away immediately, Elder Ma and I will delay them." ”

However, before Wan Qi Huyang could speak, a voice came from all directions.

"If I let you go, what face will this seat have to see the world again?"

There was deep sarcasm in the tone of this voice, but also a strong sense of confidence.

"Which Warrior King is lurking!!"

Ma Yongfeng's pupils shrank, and just by hearing the voice, he could know that the Martial King who was ambushing in the shadows was stronger than Wang Erhouying, and his cultivation was likely to surpass the Martial King's fivefold!

"During the Qingming Festival, it rained a lot, and a few people died on the road in vain!"

The voice sounded again, and in a wheat field behind Long Rebellion, the ground exploded, and a man rose into the sky.

Dressed in white and carrying a long sword, he walked through the void, scanning everyone with an indifferent and sarcastic gaze, "The twenty-four marquis of the years, Qingming, it is a certain family." ”

He's Qingming Wait!

"It's not good! Hurry up, this person is extremely strong, I can't resist it. ”

Leng Ruhui looked shocked, compared to the second marquis of the king, this white-clothed Qingming Hou is the real overlord, and his strength is extremely terrifying!

The twenty-four marquis of the years and years building, each of them is a strong man in the same realm, Leng Ruhui has just broken through, and if he fights with him, even if he fights with his life, I am afraid he will not be able to last ten moves.