"Oh." Yuan Chu looked aggrieved, "It turns out that you don't like others to move your tail!" ”

Ling Ziyuan turned his head and ignored her. Yuan Chu began to shake his arm, "Brother Ziyuan, don't ignore me, are you hungry or not, I'll find some fruit to eat, this fruit is sweet." "Nonsense, he planted every plant and tree himself, how could he not know.

I hope that when I first saw him, he didn't react, probably asleep, and she found that although this brother was very impatient, he didn't hate himself very much, and he couldn't afford to hate him, because he was so good-looking, different from his father's cold arrogance and calm eyes, and different from Uncle Fansheng's delicate and restrained cultivation, in short, it was very special.

The sunlight passed through the cracks in the leaves, and the light and shadow mottled fell on Ling Ziyuan's body, and he tied his hair, and the silver hair flew messily in the wind, and the bewitching charm of a white fox was fully displayed.

The corners of Yuanchu's mouth curved upward, revealing the sweetest smile. "Brother Ziyuan, you wait for me to come back."

When Yuan Chu was gone, Ling Ziyuan turned over, half-squinting at the direction where she disappeared, for a long time, he picked up the scripture book in his hand, and his bony hand swept over the divine spirit grass on his wrist, and for the first time he found this grass so beautiful. Ling Ziyuan put down the scriptures, looked up and saw that there was another crack in the sky, today is really lively!

Soon, a dark shadow flashed.

The blade of the sword turned, the thunder soared, and the black-clothed young man fell in front of Ling Ziyuan with a fierce face, Ling Ziyuan straightened up slightly, and looked at it fixedly: Reincarnation - yellow thunder and lightning, one is the sword of the unvained master, and the other is the proud spell thunder of the Emperor of Heaven, which is interesting.

"What kind of person, wishing for the beginning?" In the blink of an eye, Xun Chen put the reincarnation against his neck and spoke coldly.

The person who came was not good, he came to find the little girl, which was even more interesting, "Oh~" Ling Ziyuan folded his fan, and Hun Chen's whole person retreated, and then stabilized his position.

Underestimating the enemy, Xunchen had to face up to this man, well-dressed, extremely deep in cultivation, slightly foxy, a fox clansman, with white hair fluttering, this person must not be simple.

"Your primordial spirit is shattered, and it is rare that you can still use such a spell." Ling Ziyuan was still lying there, raised his eyes and looked at him twice, his eyes revealed three points of coldness, three points of ridicule and four points of carelessness, and he didn't think about it anymore.

Xunchen gathered spiritual power in the palm of his hand, the dragon pattern was blazing, and he was still alive at the beginning, just nearby. Since he couldn't ask anything, Hunchen turned around and asked for Edgeworth.

"Wait." Ling Ziyuan smoothed a strand of silver hair, circled it between his fingers twice, sat up lazily, slowly opened his eyes, and became a little more serious, "I haven't told you to leave yet." The tone is tepid, and I can't hear joy and anger,

"That'...... How about this gentleman? ”

Ling Ziyuan jumped lightly, landed on the trunk of the tree, unceremoniously, opened the jade fan to break the dawn, raised his right arm, and suddenly the aura of the Shengling dream realm converged, turning into Ling Ziyuan's spiritual power, the powerful fire attribute was scattered, and the air was like a blazing fire.

This stance - to fight!

Xunchen lifted reincarnation, put two fingers against the blade of the sword, and thundered. Stalemate.

"Let me see what you're capable of." The corners of Ling Ziyuan's mouth rose slightly, and the crimson flames bloomed at dawn, and Ling Ziyuan's huge fire wings spread around him, and his silver hair was slightly red in the fire.

Xun Chen jumped up and Ling Ziyuan held the fan down, the reincarnation sword was sharp, the sword collided with the fan, black and white flashed, and it crossed the sky above, and the trace was not clear.

Ling Ziyuan retreated from the treetops, his wrist turned at an angle slightly, and the dawn burned into a fire, and the wings behind him turned into raging flames to form armor - the legendary fire armor!

Red and yellow, the spiritual power of the two sides collided, with a roar, the sky of Shengling's dream began to collapse, the last blow of reincarnation and dawn, both sides received spells, and the surroundings were destroyed unbearable, Ling Ziyuan's brows furrowed, and he threw Dawn out with his hand, and the place where he passed returned to life.

The duel between the great gods ended in a few minutes, and Xun Chen looked at him, the folding fan in his hand was a rather rare spiritual weapon, comparable to reincarnation, "The Divine Monarch is Ling Ziyuan of the Southern Wilderness, the predecessor of Ziyuan." ”

"Not bad." You can know who he is through the first battle, and it's a bit of a level.

"Heavenly Monarch Xunchen, I have seen the Divine Monarch." Xunchen bowed his head, the etiquette was in place, and the battle was like two people, but there was no trace of inappropriateness.

"Not bad." Ling Ziyuan took the dawn, slapped it twice in his palm, seemed to be thinking about something, and then stared at Xunchen again, even if it was a calm appearance, there was an inexplicable power, and it was impersonal and a little fireworks, and it was becoming more and more interesting.

Ling Ziyuan took advantage of the situation to lie on the trunk of the tree again, opened the jade fan, and fanned the wind boringly, "You used Gongshen, right?"

Xun Chen looked at him, "Indeed. ”

"Who uses it, you can know that your primordial spirit can no longer be formed, and one day, you will scatter your life's cultivation and disappear."

"Benjun naturally understands." Eyes moved away from Ling Ziyuan, he didn't like the feeling of being looked down on, "As for whom, it's inconvenient for me to tell." ”

"Master Wu, right?" Ling Ziyuan deserved to be an old fox, picked up a strand of silver hair, and circled it in his hand again, "Everything in the world has a fixed number, why don't you go against the sky." ”

"Some things are not emotional."

Ling Ziyuan thought back to how many years ago, this kid calmed down the civil strife of the fox clan, and the little hairy child who had not dried up was able to turn the tide by himself, originally as the ancestor of the fox clan, he should be grateful, but in this dream, he forgot for a while, there has been growth in thousands of years, if he still has a few million years...... A ragged colt may make a good horse.

Time was quiet again.