The roar of the Red Flame Tiger was like a dream, although it was mixed with unwillingness and anger, but under the peerless majesty, it could only honestly pick up its tail and blend into the dark red.

The last bit of purple fire also disappeared, and even the memories of Chiyan Tiger's life were refined and cleaned by the pupil of the dark night, and there was not even a trace of violence in the pure true qi.

The purple spark, which was about the size of a finger, broke free from the refined aura and floated alone in the dantian.

Long Yunzhou looked at the little bit of purple fire curiously, the small one was not as good as the yellow candlelight, but it survived tenaciously under its own dark night pupils, and there was an incomparably powerful force in it, which people would never dare to underestimate.

"This is Zixiao's fire, it's just one of them, and when you collect Zixiao, that's the true power that can compete with the Eight Desolation Fire Dragons. Emperor Long Qing looked at the purple fire in awe, as if even he was a little scared.

The surging spiritual power poured into the body like a turbulent river, and every inch of the skin of the body was undergoing drastic changes.

The true qi in the body was even catalyzed by spiritual power, and it became more abundant in the endless life.

And every trace of spiritual power was eager to find a new foothold after leaving the original owner's body, and every inch of blood and even every moving cell in Long Yunzhou's body became a place for these spiritual powers to stay.

There is a powerful feeling born in the body, which makes people stand higher and see farther, as if they have stepped on the clouds and the whole world is under their feet. The roar of the ancient beast was boiling, and a pair of powerful eyes had slowly opened.

Boom! Millions of stars exploded at the same time in my mind, and the feeling of exhilaration.

Long Yunzhou opened his eyes again, clenched his fists, and a satisfied smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Mo Sanpang and Bailitian didn't know where to go anymore, and there was still a roast chicken on the table, probably the food left for him by the two.

That bit of purple fire hovered in the dantian, immortal, and a faint power was slowly being released from it.

"Boy, although you have absorbed spiritual power, if you want to break through the prohibition of cultivation, then you have to practice hard, whether you can break through the eighth level of cultivation in the Phantom Spirit Realm after seven days depends on your creation. ”

Long Yunzhou nodded vigorously and sat cross-legged: "Don't worry, Uncle Lewd, I have gained so much strength, if I can't improve yet, then I'm sorry for you." ”

He closed his eyes and entered the cultivation process, while Emperor Long Qing stood in the corner of Zhihai and looked at him carefully, not easy to notice, a smile flowed from the corner of his mouth, but that smile was indescribably cruel.

The sun is shining, there is a faint fragrance of flowers in the air, and Tiandao Mountain blooms with bright flowers in all seasons, many of which are even precious raw materials for making elixirs.

Even in the snowy winter, standing at the top of the back mountain and leaning down to look down, the splendid and gorgeous scene still makes people's hearts surge, and they can't wait to become one with it.

In the precept courtyard, in the quiet courtyard of the disciples, a hundred flowers are in full bloom. It's just that the disciples of the Discipline Academy have to act as enforcers in the academy during the day, so this place is exceptionally quiet.

In one of the small courtyards, there was a roar of swords, as if countless people were dancing with swords.

A streak of crystal clear water slid through the air, and all the flowers surrounding the plane tree rose into the air, and the fractures of the petals and stems and leaves were neat, and the thousands of petals seemed to be picked by one person at the same time, without any blemish.

Nangong Yun wielded his long sword and placed himself in the sea of flowers, and the flowing water ripples swept the entire courtyard, and each petal flashed a beautiful purple in the water ripples, like a different kind of rainbow, making him look like an immortal.

Suddenly, the swordsmanship became faster, with ruthlessness in the fierceness, and the softness suddenly disappeared, and the sea of flowers that revolved around him also became the most powerful hidden weapon!

Every time he crossed the air, he could hear the crisp sound of breaking through the air, and the huge sound formed by the combination was like a dragon's roar, like a tiger's roar, as if he was dancing his sword body and unleashing some monsters hidden deep in the sword technique.

"Vanish, break!" the majestic sound sounded, and the sea of flowers condensed into a colorful sword, with a dragon-like roar that pierced the plane tree in the center of the courtyard.

The sound of cracking silk was heard, and I didn't know that the plane tree, which had grown for hundreds of years, was pierced by a colorful sword composed of fragile flowers.

Nangong Yun's sword stopped outside the sycamore tree, and he stared closely at the sword of flowers inserted in the sycamore tree, and laughed silently!

"Brother is really powerful, the essence of the Thirteen Swords of Smoke and Rain has been comprehended by you!" Nangong Mi jumped over from the side with a smile, like a naughty little rabbit, and staggered to the master's side.

Nangong Yun put away his sword, his true qi dissipated, and the sword of flowers that could cut off the giant tree suddenly lost its original shape, and the deformed petals fell around the plane tree like a heavy rain.

"The Thirteen Swords of Smoke and Rain are really mysterious, this is the peerless swordsmanship that my father taught me before leaving, I thought it would take five or six years to practice, but I didn't expect it to be so urgent. Nangong Yun smiled silently, if it weren't for the pervert of Long Yunzhou pressing on his head, he wouldn't need to be so eager to cultivate the Thirteen Swords of Yanyu.

"Yes, yes, I heard my father say, the Thirteen Swords of Smoke and Rain are the stunts of our Nangong family, even if it is a cultivation like Daddy, you can't fully understand the true meaning, but I didn't expect that brother, you are so smart, and you can use the Thirteen Swords of Smoke and Rain to such a level so quickly!"

Nangong Mi stuck out his tongue and smiled like a blooming flower, standing in the world of flowers, like the king of a hundred flowers, all the flowers lost their color.

Nangong Yun rarely smiled happily, if Long Yunzhou saw his appearance at this moment, he would definitely be shocked! Because in his impression, Nangong Yun always looked bitter and hateful, as if he was unwilling to die if he did not defeat all those who were stronger than him.

"It's a pity that the flowers in this place, you see how beautiful they are. Nangong Mi's eyes were gentle, and he squatted down lightly and picked up a piece of residual flowers.

Nangong Yun looked at her sister lovingly, and wanted to comfort her a few words, but she couldn't say anything.

The Nangong family is the leader of the major families in Western Xinjiang, shouldering the heavy responsibility of resisting the barbarians, Nangong Yun, who is the son of the Mandate of Heaven, has been determined to be the only genius of the Nangong family in the past two hundred years since the day he was born, and even his father Nangong Yijian is not as talented as him!

His fate has been fixed since that day, and he has only worked hard for one goal in his life, that is, to lead the Nangong family to become the number one sect in the Dragon Soul Continent.

His life has also become a monotonous cultivation, cultivation, and re-cultivation. Since childhood, he has been instilled with the idea that he wants to surpass everyone and never allow failure.

But he is very envious of this half-sister, the two of them seem to live in two worlds, Nangong Mi can get everyone's love without any pretense, but what he gets is one stern look after another!

Someone said to him every day, you are a genius, you are the hope of the future of the family, those things that have fun have nothing to do with you, you just need to cultivate, cultivate, and cultivate again!

Once he was very rebellious and wanted to break out of this cage, and the outside world heard that there were all kinds of attractive places to go. He wanted to escape, just to go to a place where no one knew him, and live this life in peace!

Maybe it was a day that many children of the family disdained, but for Nangong Yun, it was a paradise that he longed for!

But the reality is always contrary to the ideal, the continuous incursion of the barbarians in the western Xinjiang, the family uncles are gradually missing in the battle, those familiar faces, those once stern eyes are gone.

Suddenly, he longed for the stern eyes of those uncles to shoot at him again, and although it made people feel the urge to beat him up, it was also a real love.

Now that even this kind of deep, long-awaited love is gone, Nangong Yun suddenly felt that he was so lonely. Lonely in the lofty pavilion, no one looks up to his glory anymore.

Nangong Yun gave up those thoughts of escaping from the high wall, and only cultivation was left in his heart. The heart became tenacious, and the once kind and ignorant boy was forcibly locked in the deepest part of his heart by him, and from then on, there was only one pursuit left in his world!

Surpass everyone else, be the strongest in this world, and never see the death of someone who cares about you again.

He looked at his sister, who was bent over and squatting on the ground, holding the broken flowers in pity, but what was it? Compared to what he was about to do, it was not worth mentioning.

"Sister, you should also cultivate well. We all have a sacred mission, and when I become the number one among the newcomers, I will also challenge Senior Brother Huangfu and Senior Brother Xuanyuan! I want to prove to everyone that the Nangong family is the first family in the Dragon Soul Continent!"

Nangong Yun's eyes shot a brilliant light, as if he had seen the scene of him standing above ten thousand people!

All the families on the Dragon Soul Continent bowed their heads to him, and with a wave of his hand, he led countless cultivators to step on the barbarian land, and there was no more death, no more sadness.

"But brother, I think that Long Yunzhou is very good, stupid, silly, and funny. Why do you always want to defeat him, isn't it good to be friends with him?" Nangong Mi looked at her brother, the sun shining on her face, gilding her with a golden halo.

Nangong Yun was stunned for a moment, and the figure of the young man who was always smiling and talking a little bit in his mind slowly emerged.

It seems that he has not once provoked himself head-on, and even if he wins, he does not look down at himself with a downward gaze!

He's just a stupid boy, every sentence seems to want to get into a relationship with him, but none of them are on the point!

Nangong Yun shook his head helplessly: "No matter what, I must defeat him, this is my mission." The men of our Nangong family are born with a heavy mission. ”

Nangong Mi looked into the distance, the distant family was hidden in the mountains, and even if it was thousands of miles away, it seemed that he could feel the warm breath and beating pulse.

"Brother, be friends with him, I can feel it, he is a very good person!" Nangong Mi tilted his head and stuck out his tongue at his brother, and jumped away.

"It's been a long time since you've had a friend, don't let yourself be too lonely!"

Nangong Yun looked at his sister's disappearing back in a daze, and kept asking himself in his heart!

Friends, friends, do I really, need friends?