Three hundred years ago, the aura of this world was still abundant. On the shore of the sea in the east, the white waves in the sea are surging, and the waves crash on the shore.

On the edge of a cliff on the shore, a man raised his sword to the sky and roared, and the cold whistle sound soared into the sky, which was full of grief and despair. A group of monks wearing Taoist robes of the same color at the bottom of the cliff slope wanted to step forward but didn't dare.

The first one said eagerly: "Wu'er! Not this time, there will be next time! Even if the wealth is gone, continue to ......"

“……”

"Wu'er!?"

I only heard the cliff man say: "I have the 'five-clawed golden dragon' natal life, the immortal cultivation qualification of a single spirit root and a single primary, but now after fifty years, there is no existence in the cultivation realm, and it is simply a waste." The sky is long, why is it thinner than me? His voice was sad and heartbroken.

"My son......" His father is the head of the big sect Bihaimen here, and when the only son measured the best immortal cultivation qualification, how could he not be ecstatic, thinking that God had mercy on the sect to prosper. Who knows that it has cost countless times over the years, but it can't be found at all, and it is still the bottom of Qi training.

The dragon is the length of the scale, the rise is soaring in the universe, and the hidden is lurking in the waves; The big ones are spitting out the clouds, and the small ones are hidden and hidden. It can be dark and bright, it can be small and huge, and it can become a cloud, and the sound is like a cow's roar.

Dragon, Jiao, Jiao, Qiu, Qiu, Cantis, Pan, Mirage...... There are so many dragons recorded in ancient times, but now they are difficult to find in the world.

Chen Muzhi listened to the story told by Liang Wenxin, and was silent for a long time, and he already knew the answer in his heart.

"And then?"

Liang Wenxin stood up and looked not far away, I don't know when, layers of dark clouds had gathered in the sky, and the lights raised by the mortals who were still descending the mountain one after another were like a tortuous fire dragon.

Later, the son of Bihaimen still couldn't accept it after all. Such a natal but no way, more than half of the longevity, the road to cultivation, there is no chance. shouted three times at the seaside, drew his sword and killed himself. The head of Bihaimen, under grief, the Nuoda sect was disbanded and disappeared...... In fact, for thousands of years, the dragon clan has long been extinct in this realm, and this is the last time that the monk has tried to find the dragon clan on a large scale. ”

"Since then, people have called the monks of the dragon family ...... The Abandoned Son of Heaven. Liang Wenxin said leisurely.

"Later, most of the monks of the Dragon Clan's natal destiny directly gave up the ethereal avenue. Even if the cultivation is not high, he still marries a wife and has children, takes care of his family, and lives a happy life full of flowers and brocade, and cooking oil in the fire. ”

Although Chen Muzhi is still young, the cultivators are clear-minded, so they don't know what she means.

"And what is mine?" The voice trembled slightly.

"The back is born with wings, the wings are colorful, the wings are five claws, riding the clouds, and controlling the six qi. People call it the Dragon of Time, the Flying Dragon, the True Dragon, the Ancestral Dragon, the Queen of Heaven, and the Queen Star...... Five hundred years into Jiao, Jiao into a dragon for a thousand years, five hundred years of dragons into horned dragons, the dragon of a thousand years people call it-" Liang Wenxin turned around, his eyes were blazing, "Ying Long!" ”

A spring thunder exploded in the sky, shaking everything!

Two days later, the main hall of the Fengliang Sect.

"Disciple Chen Muzhi (Yan Yuan, Yan Fang, Liang Ruosong, Shi Yunying, Qian Duoyi, Yu Linglong) congratulates the head of the sect on his immortal path and the pine and cypress are evergreen. May my wind beam wind beam straight up, grand day by day! ”

"Alright, alright, get up."

"Thank you, Master!"

In this Ascending Immortal Conference, in three days, the Fengliang Sect selected six talented children, plus Chen Muzhi, a total of seven new monks. Although it is a lot less than in previous years, most of them have excellent qualifications, which is also a great joy.

Chen Muzhi, twelve years old, after the loose cultivation of Qingliu Mountain, three lives and two spiritual roots,

Yan Yuan, five years old, a junior of Elder Yan, has a double natal single spirit root, and has excellent qualifications.

Yan Fang, five years old, Elder Yan's distant descendants, three lives and three spiritual roots.

Liang Ruosong, five years old, Liang is in the same vein, and he has to call Liang Siyan a cousin, and he is a cultivation genius qualification of a single spirit root and a single life.

Shi Yunying, five years old, water and fire double natal double spiritual roots, lost his parents since childhood, the poet has been in war several times, because of some connections with the ancestors of Fengliang, all the way to migrate. The little girl was very happy to see Chen Muzhi in the morning, and she was also well-behaved when she arrived at the main hall.

Qian Duoyi, six years old, with four life miscellaneous spiritual roots, is a white and pure little fat man. It is the grandson of the wealthy family here, who is engaged in business, and most of the mortal servants on the mountain are from this surname. This year, for the first time, there was a qualification for cultivation, and Master Qian was overjoyed, and he put down a seven-day flowing water banquet.

Yu Linglong, five years old, has a single spiritual root in the Jade family, and there are several disciples of the Jade family in the door, so she has the best qualifications.

The Fengliang Sect was originally located in the Fengyuan Desert in the far northwest, and it was a well-known sect in the local area, and there was also a Yuan Infant in the door. Later, the ancestor of the Yuan Infant and a monk surnamed Han met to explore and hunt for treasures, but he was killed, and the storage bag containing the heavy treasures of the sect was gone.

In the environment of Fengyuan, having lost the Yuanying backer, the other sects next to it were immediately like vultures that smelled the smell of meat, and soon joined forces to besiege the Fengliang Sect's mountain protection array.

After a bloody battle, the remaining few Jindan were killed and wounded, and they could not support themselves. But other sects also suffered losses, and finally invited a respected Chinese person to be a guarantor. Other sects only seek wealth, not human life, in addition to personal personal robes and magic weapons, the spiritual land of the mountain gate, the spiritual stone of the magic circle, all of which have been scavenged, are smooth and slippery, and move out of the wind plain.

Since leaving Fengyuan, in order to find a place to survive, he has gone all the way south, not fighting for a day, not dying for a day, it is like Shura Hell.

Without the ancestor of the Yuanying Ancestor, the family property was exhausted, and the penniless Fengliang Sect disciples, when they finally occupied the current Fengliang Mountain, it took a full ten years. Excluding the clansmen who died in battle, straggled, and gave up halfway, there were only two injured Jindan monks and less than 100 disciples left in the Yuanying Sect of Nuoda.

And it's been 800 years.

Now because the place with the highest spiritual power in this mountain is only the third order, and now the highest cultivation is the master, and it is almost to the late stage of foundation building, with his age and cultivation speed, it can only be said that there is still a chance.

In addition to the head of the sect, there are five foundation building monks in the sect, but two of them are away from home to study and practice. Two monks surnamed Yan, and two monks surnamed Liang, including Liang Wenxin. There is also an Elder Zhuji named Luo Wenshen, that is, the one who went to the Blue Lotus Sect to invite people.

There are many other Qi cultivation disciples, there are nearly three hundred, but there are only a few people such as Liang Siyan who are really hopeful, and now that their spiritual power is exhausted, it is becoming more and more difficult to step from Qi cultivation to the threshold of foundation building.

However, this time in the Immortal Ceremony, seven people ascended to the Immortals, three single spirit roots, and two double spirit roots, and the good qualifications made the Liang head very happy, "The future of the sect depends on you!" ”

Luo Wenshen was in charge of sect affairs, and after the entrance ceremony, he took seven small ones to the big library, took the things from the entrance and handed them over.

The two pure white robes with the "dust avoidance" and "Wenyang" attributes of the first-order lower grade are one less "wind cover" attribute than the one Liang Wenxin brought to Chen Muzhi, and the grade is also one level lower.

A small storage bag the size of one party, which contained ten bottles of elixirs such as healing, qi return, and blood return, and a flying sword "Qihuang Sword" of the first order and lower grade, which had no other attributes and no skills except for solid attributes. There are also many daily necessities.

In the end, he led them to the enclosure of the second-order spiritual land, and handed them over to a person who managed the cultivation spiritual land, according to two people in one room, Chen Muzhi was divided into one room with Qian Duoyi.

"This ashram is yours to own, hold the token, and use it to come and go freely in the future."

"Yes."

"After you have practiced and initiated, you will have different places to live according to the inner and outer doors, and there will be separate ashrams. But now that you're here, you have to listen to what Jade is doing. ”

"Yes."

"Gather at the main hall square early tomorrow morning." After Elder Luo finished explaining, he let everyone disperse on their own.

There was nothing but beds, tables, and futons in the ashram. Putting down the things in his arms, Chen Muzhi thought that this was the official entry point.