The glorious main hall of the city lord's mansion, the sunlight penetrated the doors and windows wantonly to illuminate the main hall, Xuanji City Lord Hao Yan sat on the throne, Tianshu, Tianquan, Yuheng, Tianji, Shaoguang, and the dull and silent city lord of Minyang were all present, but a strange monk also sat on the main seat.

The eyebrows are delicate and vigorous, a dark robe is buttoned, the hair is tied high, and a lock of black ribbon hangs down at will, looking at the age of the three rounds, the breath is condensed and thick without the slightest fireworks in the world, but the mid-stage cultivation of Jindan is not to be taken lightly, this is the Jindan monk who brought the edict of Tianyanzong and took over the position of the lord of Xuanji City.

The meeting with everyone is over, and three days later, it is the day when the Xuanji City Lord and the five hundred foundation rookies set off for Tianyan Sect, and the event is over, although there is Yun Lei (Zhou Hao) This outlier has disturbed the situation, but in fact, for most people, it is just an interesting thing, and what is really affected in their spare time is to bury a hatred of the Jindan peak monk.

Don't look at him, he made several genius monks lose and admit defeat, but in the end, the monks, including Greedy Wolf and Shang Zhenyu, still easily won the place, and they were also among the five hundred foundation rookies.

As for the agreement between the Xuanji City Lord and the four city lords of Tianshu, Tianquan, Yuheng, and Minyang, it was also implemented smoothly, of course, because the four city lords finally failed to kill Yun Lei (Zhou Hao), this agreement was discounted, and the return of the spiritual fields, ore veins, and control areas of each city were the worst parts and required Xuanji City to spend too much effort, but the gains were not great, and those important areas that could bring huge benefits and resources to Xuanji City were not damaged at all.

In the past three days, Huang Zhonglu made the biggest choice in his life, resigned as the captain of the guard of Xuanji City, decided to go again for the road, and left first after having a reunion with Zhou Hao and Crane Wuwu.

For Huang Zhonglu's choice, Zhou Hao is very supportive, this only one side of the foundation of the mid-stage monk, dare to speak up, not afraid of power, just because he is the person he introduced, parting, Zhou Hao asked the direction of his going, and actually found that Huang Zhonglu came from the same place as himself, of course, not from the Xiling Continent, but the Tianqing Dynasty where he first arrived in Shenzhou, as for how to come to Jiuyu, Zhou Hao did not ask deeply, but Huang Zhonglu chose to return to his homeland, there must be his own reasons.

In order to repay Huang Zhonglu for his righteousness, Zhou Hao gave him two jade talismans when he was leaving, and asked him to take a look at it when he had time, this guy is also good, although he often quarrels with Huang Zhonglu, he is forced to stuff a storage bag when he leaves, and he doesn't know what is in the bulging bag, and he doesn't let the scene open to see, and deliberately sets up the seal seal, which must wait for the seal to be automatically solved after some time. However, the sly and cunning smile of the thief always made Huang Zhonglu feel like he refused, but he finally put it away.

In the past three days, Crane Wuwu was smart, and he didn't pester Zhou Hao to discuss things like the immortality of the Sword Sutra, except for the normal diet, laughing with those female cultivators, most of the time he spent secretly pondering the scriptures in his hand, although it was only a small part, but the effect on his own adjustment of the meridians was extremely strong.

Zhou Hao is also happy to live in peace, and he will not go to those female cultivators to provoke the fire, as soon as he has the opportunity, he will lock himself in the box, retreat and comprehend the Sword Sutra, he does not have a thousand-year-old monster around him to do the backstage, all the scriptures revealed by the crane worry-free, their own perceptions, or quoting the classics, all need to be sorted out layer by layer again and again, this process is extremely mind-consuming, and limited to the inheritance system and resources, knowledge, Zhou Hao is impossible to compare with the crane worry-free, in addition to the fact that he has to be distracted at all times to supplement his own strength, even if he keeps refining the aura of heaven and earth day and night, and the recovery of three days, the dantian qi sea is only one percent of the reserve。

And Zhou Hao has a feeling that in fact, it is not that his refining and replenishment are slow, in fact, after a series of mutations, the foundation has been recast, and his own potential has been deep to the extreme, and the spiritual energy that has been devoured and refined in the same time is by no means inferior to ordinary Jindan monks, but the several foreign bodies that are growing in the body are seriously slowing down the recovery of spiritual power.

The spirit of flame in the void, the Wutu spirit Xuanwu who has always only known sleeping, and the demon spirit tree that is constantly growing, these are only the three spirit roots that are nurturing spirituality. Including the water spiritual root, the metal spiritual root, and the two mutant spiritual roots of thunder and ice that have not yet been revived at all. These are all constantly snatching Zhou Hao's refining and replenishing spiritual power, but fortunately, he still knows that he has left a little bit for Zhou Hao, otherwise he is afraid that Zhou Hao will not dare to fight with people at all.

Cultivation is a persistent thing, since the beginning of cultivation, because of the confusion of spiritual root qualifications, and can not be enlightened quickly, that process is so oppressive to the young mind at that time, but in the end, it is still with extraordinary perseverance, perseverance and success, and for a long time, Zhou Hao even enjoyed this seemingly lonely state of cultivation, but it was easy to calmly fall into the cultivation of the whole heart.

The changes in the dantian world are still happening unhurriedly, this process Zhou Hao can't intervene at all, he can only be a bystander, to understand the fun and truth, this change is unconsciously, affecting his body and spiritual power, but with his perception can not understand.

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Jade Lake, the fertile land that carries millions of mortal monks in Xuanji City, is still as quiet as ever, quietly accompanying generations of living beings between the vast mountains, whether it is mortals or monks, they have grown up in its embrace, grown, and finally spread their wings and flew out of this beautiful world to witness the wider world of the outside world.

A hideous and domineering floating flying ship slowly sailed out of the mountains in the morning sun, and under the scorching gaze of thousands of monks and mortals, with a solemn killing, a thick coercion slowly descended on Yuji Lake. Invisible waves of air set off layers of waves on the surface of the lake, conveying its majesty into the distance.

Far away, you can feel the solemnity and majesty on the flyship, the Zhuji monks are okay, those who want to see the treasure ship up close and the mortals who hold their own identities, just a little closer, they are shocked by the terrifying momentum of the flyship, and their minds are a little weaker, and they spurt blood from their mouths on the spot, and they are unconscious.

The whole body of the flying ship is cold black, the shuttle-like body is fifteen or sixteen zhang wide, the narrow hull is like a magnified giant sword, and the protruding bow in front of it stretches out two protruding spikes side by side, oozing with a stream of bloody murderous intent.

The highest part of the hull is about five feet high at the stern, and the front part is divided into two floors, and the aft tower, although not very imposing, can oversee the whole ship and control everything from a high vantage point.

The tower of the ship is pitch black, the two reliefs carved on both sides, the area of eight feet square, from a distance, it is fascinating, and the exclamations of thousands of monks and mortals shook the sky, how did such a behemoth fly.