When, when, when!

The New Year's bell rang, and in the early morning, the residents of Sanshui Town got up early in the morning, gathered into a crowd, and rushed towards the direction of the Confucian Temple.

The officials and magnates from the Nine Winds Province led everyone to worship the Temple of Literature, and then listened to Xiao Wenzong's appearance.

At noon, Ye Changsheng returned to Red Leaf Villa, no longer saw guests, and began to retreat.

In the past two months, Ye Changsheng has done a lot of things.

The internal affairs of the Sanchuan Alliance were sorted out, and the Wenjian Hall and the Wenjian Pavilion formulated relevant plans, as well as the formation of the fleet of the Sanchuan Alliance, in addition to the fact that he also forged twelve swords and supervised and guided sixteen sword casting.

The things that should be done have been done, the people who should have been seen have been seen, and the rest is the concrete things.

Specific things are naturally handed over to specific people to carry out.

In desperation, Ye Changsheng built a small thatched hut for himself, which was very simple, except for a bed and a table, and there was not even a bench.

There is also a sloping wooden shed next to the small hut, which occupies a large area.

It was hard to imagine what the scene was like for the little dragon eagle to sleep under the wooden shed, but since the little dragon eagle insisted, Ye Changsheng had no choice but to build one for it.

At night, Ye Changsheng was dressed in white, stood solemnly in front of the cliff for a long time, and took out a bamboo flute that he hadn't touched for a long time, and played a song.

The sound of the flute drifted into the vast night, and the sky and the earth were silent.

Ye Changsheng put away the flute, returned to the hut and sat cross-legged, slowly closing his eyes.

Half a year passed in a flash.

The Desperate Soul was completely deserted, and no one would disturb Ye Changsheng anymore, even the pair of warriors guarding the cliff moved to the halfway up the mountain.

Outside the mountain is already green willows, but the snow inside the mountain has not disappeared, and the moonlight is cold.

In the small thatched hut, Ye Changsheng slowly opened his eyes, and the silver-gray aura coiled around his body dissipated without a trace in an instant.

In the shed next door, Xiao Longying was lying on the ground bored and looking around, sensing that Ye Changsheng had woken up, and quickly looked over.

Ye Changsheng smiled dumbly, got up and said, "Let's go, take you to a good place!"

Ever since he took over the Desperation, the little dragon eagle has rarely played here.

But it is active by nature, and it can't lie on the ground to cultivate, so it must be stuffy.

Rumble!

The shed was shattered, and sawdust was flying.

The little dragon eagle was suspended in mid-air, and shyly rubbed his head on Ye Changsheng's shoulder.

Forget it, it's just a shed, and I'll build it for you later.

Ye Changsheng flew on the back of the eagle, and the little dragon eagle rose into the sky.

A man and an eagle soared upward, blended into a full moon, burrowed into a cloud, and disappeared.

On the Shura Peak, a snow-capped, blade-like glacier stands, reflecting a fine piece of silver light in the sunlight.

Chirp!

The little dragon eagle couldn't help but scream excitedly at the snow powder and ice chips that blew like broken silver.

Although it lives happily in the Desperate Realm, it is the territory of the Terrans after all, and too many people have made Sanshui Town lose its aura.

However, this place is different, it is inaccessible, natural and authentic, and the tall glacier locks in a lot of aura, which is of great benefit to its growth.

And it's big enough!

Call!

The little dragon eagle landed on the "sword blade" of the glacier's slope, and the endless cold air rippled outward.

Ye Changsheng floated down, also refreshed, and patted Xiaolongying's head: "Go play, call me if you have something." ”

Chirp!

The little dragon eagle nodded vigorously, spread its wings, and swooped towards the ice and snow under the glacier.

This vast snowy ridge is enough for it to play, and beyond the snowy ridge, there is a large primeval jungle, which is the target of its next adventure.

Anyway, Ye Changsheng told it everything, and he had something to call him.

Ye Changsheng watched the little dragon eagle go away, walking along the slanted blade glacier towards the top of the glacier.

When he and Lord Excalibur opened the treasure of the Shura King together, he had been here before, and he had also reached an agreement with the dragon soul at the bottom of the treasure abyss.

This time, Changsheng is to help the dragon soul look at the magic circle at the bottom of the abyss, and secondly, he hopes that the little dragon eagle can form a dragon bond and get the guidance and teaching of the dragon soul.

Of course, this matter cannot be forced, and it can only be seen by Xiaolongying's own creation.

Although Long Ying has dragon blood, he is not even a distant relative of the dragon clan, and for the arrogant dragon clan with pure blood, Long Ying is even a blasphemous existence.

At the beginning, the dragon soul also promised him that if the little dragon eagle could pass the test, there might be a chance, and there was no shortage of perfunctory ingredients.

But even so, the dragon soul had already given Ye Changsheng a lot of face.

After a while, Ye Changsheng came to the peak of the glacier, raised his eyes and looked around, and suddenly felt that his heart was open-minded.

The perspective here is different from that of the Desperate Rim, which is actually very broad, but it is more like standing in front of a fixed huge mirror frame, looking at the scenery on the other side of the Rim.

And on the top of the peak of the glacier, it is really integrated into this vast world, forgetting things and me, and not distinguishing each other.

Even the thick clouds were so low that it seemed as if they could be pierced with a stretch of hand.

The divine consciousness blessed by the black mask opened in an instant, like an invisible ripple, floating in all directions.

Sure enough, the divine consciousness here can reach a radius of 1,000 miles, which is twice as large as the place where the human race lives.

Of course, there is still a big gap with the two thousand miles in the ruins.

Changsheng guessed that the divine consciousness blessed by the mask should be related to the aura present in the air, and the more abundant the aura, the greater the performance blessing of the mask.

Not only will the scope of the divine consciousness be expanded, but the picture in the window will also be more three-dimensional and clear.

Through the window, Ye Changsheng instantly locked the location of the little dragon eagle, and the little dragon eagle burrowed into a semi-enclosed huge cave and was carefully exploring inside.

As if sensing that someone was probing, the little dragon eagle turned his head sharply, and his sharp eagle eyes looked in the direction where Ye Changsheng was.

When it was determined that it was Ye Changsheng, the hostility and vigilance in its eyes disappeared, and it chirped twice and continued its exploration.

Ye Changsheng smiled and shook his head, walking towards a cave not far away.

The ice in the cave struck people, and Ye Changsheng's skin trembled.

Immediately, his body relaxed, sat down cross-legged, and entered the cultivation.

During the half year of his desperate career, although he was often disturbed, he still used the evening time to practice.

After half a year, his state at the peak of the Supreme Realm has been consolidated.

His body and mind are at their peak at all times, and the energy in his body is no longer attached.

As for how to break through from the acquired realm to the innate realm and advance to the powerhouse, Changsheng still has no clue.

Every practitioner is unique, and with different experiences of cultivation, different opportunities for breakthroughs are also different.

The arrival of the opportunity cannot be forced, so Changsheng does not force it, and he naturally shifts the direction of his cultivation to the "Nine Heavens Refining Divine Formula".

"Suck the hell!"

A black storm set off in his chest, and the fierce icy qi poured into the whirlpool, transforming into a black clear stream, surging towards his dantian spiritual sea.