"Senior Brother Zhang Jing!"

Tong Yao looked at the storage bag that slowly floated in front of her, and couldn't help but feel the shadow of a young boy in her heart.

His eyes were full of memories.

The scene of Senior Brother Yangchu bringing the other party to the Luodu team to report that day is still vivid, and everything seems to have happened yesterday.

And when everyone goes on a mission together!

Black Mountain City, full of human skin puppets, and pig demons

How good it was at that time.

Senior Brother Zhang Jing is still a teenager with a quiet temperament.

Xia Yuan and Zhou Zhi are not dead, and Senior Brother Ding has not broken his arm, and he still looks high-spirited.

Even during dangerous missions, everyone is noisy, like a family.

It's a pity that nothing can go back.

Tong Yao's eyes were a little moist.

She couldn't help but think of the time when everyone greeted Zhang Jing together yesterday.

At that time, Senior Brother Ding and I originally wanted to talk to each other.

Merely.

On the one hand, because the deacons were all around Zhang Jing, the two of them couldn't get close at all; On the other hand, it is because of low self-esteem.

A strong sense of inferiority under that huge identity gap.

The two eventually gave up.

But he never thought that Senior Brother Zhang Jing still remembered himself and Senior Brother Ding!

Not bad.

Even though Zhang Jing was already in the inner courtyard at this moment, Tong Yao still stubbornly called him Senior Brother Zhang Jing in her heart, it seemed that only in this way would she not feel strange.

Thoughts come back to reality.

Tong Yao gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with her sleeve.

And by her side.

"Senior Brother Zhang Jing, he still thinks about us?"

Senior Brother Ding said in a trembling voice, and the only remaining hand unconsciously hid his face, and his eyes had already turned red.

"Senior brother, junior sister, I think it's better for you to look at the contents of the storage bag."

Senior Brother Li reminded with a smile.

Not much.

Two exclamations rang out one after the other.

"So much?"

"Oh my God!"

"Senior Brother, Senior Sister, the resources given by Senior Brother Zhang Jing are enough for you to cultivate to the tenth level of Qi refining, and even more than enough. This opportunity should be cherished. As for the task of the Dao Academy, don't take it for now, and wait until your cultivation has entered the late stage of Qi refining. ”

"Thank you, Senior Brother Zhang Jing, thank you Senior Brother Li."

Senior Brother Ding and Tong Yao's voices became choked at the same time

Half a month passed quietly.

The central area of Longze Lake.

On a small island full of light.

The entire island was already shrouded in a thick spiritual mist, and the sunlight filtered in, making everything on the island shimmer with golden brilliance.

Right in the middle of the island.

The aura is ten times greater than anywhere else on the island.

However, even so, there are still countless spiritual energy converging here.

The incredibly rich aura condensed into raindrops and smashed onto the ground, and then quickly escaped and re-entered the spiritual mist.

And so on and so forth, as if it never ended.

In the rain curtain of aura.

A very elegant jasper building looms.

The cultivation room on the second floor.

Zhang Jing slowly opened his eyes, and a bright divine light erupted in his eyes, like two rounds of suns.

The majestic divine consciousness swept from the dantian.

I saw that the mana inside was as thick as ink surging, exuding bursts of terrifying fluctuations.

Every trace of mana was fused with the Dao intent of the Taiyin Dragon Jiao of the Consummation Realm, as if they were extremely tiny Taiyin Jiao Dragons, exuding a terrifying aura of extreme extreme yin loneliness.

"The spiritual consciousness has transformed into divine consciousness, and the spiritual power has also transformed into mana, and now we can start preparing for the foundation building."

Zhang Jing's eyes couldn't help but show a hint of expectation.

With that trace of Taishi's true intention, it is inevitable to build a purple immortal base!

And after building the foundation, he was able to mobilize the true intent of the Taishi, and then began to comprehend the metamorphosis of the Taishi Origin Realm of the 'Heavenly Immortal Dao'.

Zhang Jing had a faint premonition.

When you successfully build the foundation of the Dao, you may usher in an unprecedented transformation.

That's the real immortal.

But before that—

"The master said that building the foundation of the road is an extremely long process, ranging from a few months to several years. Especially with the golden nature of the Doji as the most! It may take longer to build the purple immortal base. ”

Zhang Jing couldn't help but flash a smile in his eyes.

"Let's go home first, it seems like I haven't been back for two and a half years."

Come to think of it.

He straightened up and walked out.

With Zhang Jing's movements, the rich liquid aura in the room began to ripple

The figure slowly flew upwards.

It wasn't until this time that Zhang Jingfang noticed.

It's only half a month.

On this fairy island with a radius of ninety miles, the scene on it has changed greatly compared to when he first came.

In sight.

Wherever the soil could be seen on the island, seedlings of elixirs of different colors had grown at this moment, and the scale was extremely large.

And the initiator of all this - Lu Thirty-Eight.

At the moment, he is in a strange rocky place on the island, happily carrying stones.

Looking at its posture, it seems that it is going to open up a new elixir garden again.

Seeing this, Zhang Jing couldn't help but shake his head.

Suddenly.

A grand voice sounded in Lu Thirty-eight's heart.

"Thirty-eight, the master has something to do and go out for a few days, you have to take care of Xiandao. Also, don't worry about your little elixir, now that you have a inheritance and have become a disciple of the outer court, it is the right way to seize the time to cultivate. ”

Hear the words.

Lu Thirty-eight's movements froze suddenly, and then he said in his heart:

"Master, I know."

"But hehe, sir, I'm not a disciple of the outer court, I'm your mount."

"Then you have to practice well, otherwise it will be wrong in the future, you can't carry the master and me now!" Zhang Jing shouted angrily.

Lu Thirty-eight suddenly shrank his neck, and said pitifully:

"Master, don't scold, I'll cultivate now."

The Wubao Spirit River once again turned into a dark dragon, constantly shuttling between the clouds.

One breath is miles long!

In the clouds, the Dao intent of the Taiyin Dragon Jiao became more and more active, and with the majestic mana surging on Zhang Jing's body, it was actually a steady stream of clouds and winds.

Everywhere I went, it rained heavily.

And Zhang Jing, who was in a hurry, didn't care about these at all, and his mana surged wildly, making the speed of the dark dragon under the seat faster and faster

The night is getting darker.

But the deep night couldn't stop Zhang Jing's vision.

The familiar outline of Yong'an City has come into view.

"It's here!"

Zhang Jing's eyes condensed slightly, and then directly turned into a dark light, flying down from the clouds, blending into the boundless night

Yong'an City, Zhangfu.

"Alas, little master, you run slower, but don't fall."

Inside the yard.

A few maids with lanterns and panicked expressions chased a boy about a year old who was running wildly.

It's not uncommon for a one-year-old child to be able to run all over the ground.

Not far away.

A girl with pigtails and a girl who looked about the size of a boy sat quietly on a small stool, her two big black eyes staring curiously at the stars in the sky.

And at the moment.

Zhang Jing stood in mid-air, looking at the scene that was happening below with interest, a smile of relief appeared on his face.