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ICP record number: Xiang B2-20100081-3 Internet Publishing Qualification Certificate: Xinchu Network License (Xiang) Zi No. 11 Network Culture Business License: Wen Wangwen [2010] No. 129

In Obsidian, in front of a temple, a young monk had a cloud of red light on his head, and he was looking closely at the light blue butterfly following behind Qingjiao, and there was a sword mark like a vertical eye on his forehead, he was Mu Zhen of Duchen Temple. He was the only one who was called the Three Obsidian Immortals back then, and the other two had already died under Chen Jing's sword.

In the Fangcun Mountain in Hezhou, a little Taoist boy and a female Taoist boy of about the same size stood side by side, only to see that Taoist boy looking enviously at the sky in the direction of Kunlun Mountain, looking at the butterfly and saying: "The butterfly I said last time that I wanted to steal our spell is that butterfly." ”

The female Taoist boy said: "That butterfly is so beautiful that it definitely doesn't want to steal our spells, next time if he comes again, be sure to ask him if he wants to steal spells." ”

"What if he says yes."

"Then I'll tell him how to steal it." The female Taoist boy smiled slyly.

Dao Tong suddenly said angrily: "Then I will definitely tell the master." ”

"Really?" The female Taoist boy asked with a wink, looking extremely innocent and scared.

Dao Tong straightened his chest, raised his head, and said loudly: "Of course." ”

But just as he said this, the female Taoist boy suddenly opened Shuangzi's voice and said, "Master, Senior Brother Bodhi is lazy again." ”

The tall Dao boy next to him with his chest uplifted and his head raised suddenly panicked, and said eagerly: "Senior sister, be quiet, don't say it." ”

"Master......" The female Taoist boy still shouted loudly with her throat open, ignoring the panicked senior brother next to her.

Dao Tong couldn't care about the female Dao Tong anymore, he stood still, pinched the strange seal in his hand, recited a string of strange spells in his mouth, the aura rotated in the space, and his body slowly turned into a small tree, the small tree opened a few green leaves, shaking in the night wind.

Among the gods in the world, the Jiaolong King has only had one thing in his life, that is, a hundred years ago, Xinglang was going to flood Kunlun Mountain, and that one thing was enough to make him, an unknown ordinary snake, a blockbuster. When the Dragon King did this, he made the peaceful heaven and earth shake in an instant.

No one knows what Kunlun is, even if you ask the Taoist priest you see in the world, the Taoist priest will generally reply that the poor Taoist inherits Kunlun. This sentence is worth a thousand words. However, there are very few Kunlun disciples in the cultivation world who go down the mountain to walk, perhaps because they don't have a registration number when they walk between heaven and earth.

Kunlun, the ancestor of the world's Taoism.

I don't know when such a sentence has been circulated, even with the edge of Luofu Sword Immortal, he has never publicly denied such words. Only the head of Lingshan said that there is not only Taoism in the world, but Lingshan encompasses the souls of the world. There is a little spiritual light in the heart, and there can be a spiritual mountain everywhere.

Whether it is Lingshan or Kunlun, they are the Taishan Beidou in the cultivation world, and no one has ever dared to challenge their majesty. But the Dragon King dared to flood Kunlun as soon as he moved. I did it a hundred years ago, let the people of the world know that there is a frog in the Jing River, and I will still do it a hundred years later, so that the gods of the world know that the frog in the Jing River is actually about to break through the earth god and advance to the god of heaven.

He has very few legends in heaven and earth, except for the practice of lurking in the Jing River, he hardly participates in any rush between heaven and earth, nor does he preach, nor teach, nor communicates with others. However, he was not afraid of his life in the quiet deep water, but had the ambition to soar for nine days.

The hidden is hidden between the waves, and the obvious is soaring above the nine heavens, these two sentences are the words that have been circulated in the world to describe the true dragon, and the dragon king has done it.

The frog soared into the air and went straight up to the ninth night, and the lightning flashed and thundered.

There are many Taoist sects in the world, and the disciples in the Taoist sect are very incomprehensible to the Qingjiao's behavior, and ask their master, why is this Qingjiao like this, is it not good to live well? Self-cultivation, understanding the world and enjoying yourself.

Some will say something that you will know when the time comes, while others will explain.

Chen Jing didn't need others to explain, he felt it in the body of the frog, at this moment he seemed to have a heart with the frog, he felt a kind of unwilling to lurk at the foot of the mountain forever and suck the aura overflowing from Kunlun Mountain, and felt an urgent desire to take off for nine days.

He knew that the Dragon King at this moment was stretched and excited.

Faintly, he seemed to see his fate from the frog. He is the god of the river, and he is, and probably always will be. There is also a possibility that if he can not die after the dragon king, he wants to take the opportunity to get the position of the dragon king, this idea is not only for him, but also for all the river gods. In the past, he wanted to practice quietly, but the heavens and the earth were changing and unpredictable, and he had become a god, so it was no longer possible to practice peacefully, and his body no longer belonged to him completely at the moment he became a god.

Kunlun is like the sea in the mountains.

Chen Jing finally saw it, this was the first feeling that Chen Jing had when he looked down from the sky after following behind the Dragon King and flying into the air for nine days. Under the law of looking at the gods, the aura in Kunlun Mountain is as rich as the waves, unfathomable, and there is no Taoist temple to be seen at all. Chen Jing didn't know if it was because of any formation that caused him not to see.

Looking up again, the green scales on the frog's body were already cracked, and blood was oozing. But looking at his momentum, it has not weakened at all, but has become stronger. There is a noticeable crack on the forehead, which is gradually expanding. The frog flipped over, and Jinghe's spiritual power surged up frantically with the churning of his body. Wrapped around the frog, forming a cloud of mist. It is difficult to see the whole body of the frog.

Above the nine heavens, dazzling thunder light fell, and the frog Jiao did not dodge or dodge, and followed the thunder light.

Chen Jing looked left and right, and he was the only river god. Dozens of river gods, in just a blink of an eye, have all turned into ashes.

The frog roared, as if it was in extreme pain, but its momentum became more and more vigorous, and there was no trace of the feeling that it was about to decline. Chen Jing suddenly found that the frog seemed to be shedding its skin, taking off the body of the dragon, and revealing the body of the real dragon inside. The scale opened a hole in the top of his head, and every time he struggled, the hole became a few points larger with each lightning strike. A hint of gold had already appeared in his eyes, and when he looked at the place where the green scales were broken, the scale armor inside was also pale gold.

"Get rid of the dragon's body, bathe in the spiritual sea of Kunlun, and soar for nine days."

Chen Jing suddenly fully understood the idea of the Dragon King and the process of transforming into a dragon, which is a process of refining the mind and body.

The thunder and lightning thundered wildly in the sky, as if the frog had touched a thunder array. Under the dark clouds, the horns above his head seemed to absorb thunder and lightning. Chen Jing followed behind Qingjiao and received much smaller lightning strikes. When he dared to flood Kunlun and dared to take action, his state of mind was sublimated, and at the same time, the boundless spiritual power in Kunlun could help him fully achieve the body of the true dragon, and the time of success was when the dragon king turned into a true dragon and soared for nine days.

Chen Jing was inspired, and he was also using this thunder to refine his sword. Originally, this Jian Gang contained a large amount of Yin Spirit Qi, although it was dispersed a lot, but the most important spiritual energy component in Jian Gang was Yin Spirit Qi. When helping Gui Yuan block the ninth thunder tribulation in the embroidered spring bend, the sword was struck by lightning in the stone statue, and the sword gang was also trained, which already contained a trace of thunder power, and now, Chen Jing is still practicing the sword gang with the power of thunder.

Every time the thunder light fell under the sword gang, Chen Jing had to keep his mind tight, and there was no refining method, just to deter his mind and let the thunder bombard. It can be said that it is not only the sword refining but also the heart.

In the interval, he looked around the world, and saw people standing on countless hills on the earth, looking up at him. This kind of overlooking the common people made him have an inexplicable emotion, as if he was no longer the little river god from this moment on, no longer the person who only let fate move, but could only struggle desperately to survive.

Jiao wants to turn into a dragon and take off for nine days, and Chen Jing is there.

Qingjiao wants to get rid of the shackles and get rid of the shackles of heaven and earth, and Chen Jing wants to do the same.

When the frog roared, the sound shook for nine days, as if it wanted to pour out the depression and restraint in the heart in this roar. Under the roar, the frog was full of momentum, and its power soared to the sky. Under this roar in Chen Jing's heart, it was like a dark space being ignited by a fire, and it was overwhelming in an instant.

Many of the people who watched from a distance just thought that the butterfly behind the frog was extraordinary, but more people paid attention to the frog and understood that the frog wanted to turn into a dragon. In the middle of this roar, the momentum on the frog Jiao's body reached its peak, and the thunder above the nine heavens became more urgent and denser. Then, Qingjiao didn't seem to care at all, and his body swelled again in an instant, becoming a powerful existence with a length of dozens of zhang, which could stir up chaos in the Yuan Qi of heaven and earth between flipping.

Just as the frog swelled and spiraled upward, about to rush into the black cloud, a dazzling white light suddenly shone on the butterfly's body, and a cloud of white light appeared on the pale blue butterfly's body in the shape of a long sword. Under the sky-high momentum of the frog, it is also so dazzling.

I saw the frog rush into the dark cloud, and the butterfly followed closely. The dark clouds were stirred in all directions in an instant, and they were scattered in all directions like ocean waves, and the thunder no longer sounded when the frogs rushed into it, but startled a cloud of electric sparks in the clouds.

It seemed like a long time, but it seemed like a moment.

There was a shocking roar, and the aura of heaven and earth gathered towards the sky like a tide.

A blood-drenched frog rushed out of the clouds and rushed straight into the Kunlun Mountains, still closely following a pale blue butterfly behind him. At this time, no one would feel the weakness of this butterfly, and the layer of white light shrouded in the butterfly was as pure as the moonlight, and the dark clouds dispersed everywhere it passed. No matter how fast the frog was, under the swing, even the space seemed to be shattered, but the butterfly following behind it seemed to be unaffected at all, like a white swordfish breaking the waves.