Yang Chen looked at Fang Zhihao, Jiang Bing, Ge Wu, and Ling Haichao with emotion, and their sincerity touched him. Yang Chen never thought of establishing a sect and incarnating as the head of the sect to become a strong party, thinking about the majesty and calmness of the head of the sect presented by Sikong Mingyue, it was not something he could do, but now it seems that there is no other choice, revitalizing the Shenlong Gate has become a mission of his own, seeing the waiting eyes of Fang Zhihao and Jiang Bing, Yang Chen nodded slowly. It is impossible to repeat the original glory of the Shenlongmen, but there should still be hope for creating a place to live for yourself and these brothers who are close to you like brothers and sisters.

Yang Chen looked at the dragon's eye crystal, this was the source of the information of the Divine Dragon Gate, Yang Chen had injected essence blood into it, and now he could sense the information in the dragon's eye crystal. The information Yang Chen saw was very different from the first induction, this was a brilliant starry sky, the bright stars in the starry sky were combined into a star map, this was a divine dragon, in the starry sky, all the qiē in the starry sky were condensed with the star divine dragon as the center to form that gorgeous nebula. Turning to the stars, the dragon nebula changed and appeared one by one with a small dragon with a colorful glow, and several small dragon disks flew and danced to outline a brilliant word, that stroke was like a sword swinging high heaven and cracking, and it was like a dragon going out to sea Zhou Tian shook the east, and the dragon stirred through the sky. This is an "illusory" word, the dragon turns into the void, and the illusion is blurred.

Yang Chen was suddenly in a vast starry sky, the boundary was so vast that he couldn't see it, and countless bright stars flashed past him, as if they could not be intertwined in parallel worlds. A kind of loneliness flooded Yang Chen's heart, the seemingly bright starry sky seemed so empty, so lonely and lonely, he was like a drop of water in the galaxy, a small wave that could not be frightened. "Who am I and why am I here?" Yang Chen thought to himself. The quiet starry sky seems to be the same forever, the meteors fly by, the stars stay in that position forever, countless years of time pass quietly in this starry sky, Yang Chen found that he has grown a long beard, from black to white, and now he has a declining demeanor, and he is about to die.

"The years are quicksand, and the galaxy is changing. The word "phantom" outlined by the colorful dragon appeared in Yang Chen's confused eyes, and he suddenly thought that this was the true meaning of this galaxy. "Boom" the world is changing, and the starry sky is not there. Yang Chen stood quietly, his eyes flashing with a strange brilliance, the two starlights sometimes split the universe like a long sword, sometimes like a golden knife dancing and the heavens and the earth cracked, and sometimes like a long river sunset, a psychedelic scene. In the change of time, the two starlights finally turned into two galaxies, and the nebula flowed, as deep as the boundless starry sky.

"Wow" Fang Zhihao, Jiang Bing, and Ge Wu felt a warm current surging in their bodies, like the sun on the beach in the afternoon. Fang Zhihao's mind suddenly jumped out of the Star Envoy Inheritance, and the five long swords turned into streamers and soared like a swimming dragon, which was the sword qi of the cultivator, and the mountains and the ground cracked everywhere he went, and the power was amazing. This is an artistic conception that I have never entered, the art of flying swords is becoming clearer, and every change of sword qi affects the qi of heaven and earth, attracting unimaginable power, and hiding a mystery of heaven and earth. Jiang Bing and Ge Wu are also like Fang Zhihao, falling into a strange artistic conception, and the inheritance is changing imperceptibly at an undetectable speed.

What Ling Haichao felt was completely different, it was a powerful spatial force, vast and ethereal, like a sea surging towards him, wanting to annihilate himself. A kind of resistance was born in him, which was transformed by the energy of the Yuan, first as a drop of water, surging and then transforming into a lake. With the intensification of the power of the outside world, Ling Haichao is also trying to strengthen the power of his vitality, the lake finally changes into an ocean, surging with the power of vast water, but compared to that force, it is still too weak after all, surging with an illusory and broad power oppressive, and the sea enchantment formed by Ling Haichao's vitality is oppressed back a little bit. A sense of powerlessness rose in Ling Haichao's heart, and in the face of this force, he was like the inmeasurable number of sand in the Ganges.

"Boom" trembled violently under his feet, and the power of the passage of years that was still increasing suddenly disappeared, Yang Chen saw that the scene in front of him had changed, the vast starry sky had become more real, and he stepped on a astrolabe under his feet, and twenty-nine starlight paths led from here to twenty-nine stars, and those twenty-nine stars were sarcophagi one after another, and the sarcophagus exuded a vast and cold brilliance, sacred and quiet.

The scenery changed greatly, Yang Chen found himself on a tall and straight mountain, with pine waves, white cranes flying, the glow of the sun, and the steaming air, this is the realm of the blessed land of the fairy mountain. Looking up, the tall palace stands among the pines and cypresses, the waterfall flows, and the sunset reflects the peace and tranquility. Suddenly, the bell was boiling, and from the many palace halls, a lot of cultivators surged out, they were wearing black, white, gold, silver, yellow, blue, and red clothes, stepping on auspicious clouds, all of them gathered towards Yang Chen's side with outstanding demeanor. Seeing Yang Chen kneeling down one after another, he said in his mouth: "The Divine Monarch came to the world, save my sect, the divine dragon blesses, and the eternal prosperity ......" After worshipping, it turned into wisps of light and poured into Yang Chen's body, Yang Chen had a hot feeling on his forehead, and a small mark appeared in a blink of an eye, Yanran was a colorful dragon.

When the colorful dragon appeared, a vast space appeared in front of Yang Chen's eyes, this is a planet, this is the country of all directions, and hundreds of millions of living beings live here. This is the place where Shenlongmen once flourished, and it is actually a planet, which shows how powerful Shenlongmen was at that time, and a sect occupied a planet. The illusion is blurred, and the mountain peak under his feet is the most prosperous place of the Shenlong Gate, which is the main peak of the sect, the Shenlong Pillar, where the head of the sect lives. There was a large hall on the top of the Divine Dragon Pillar Peak, which gave Yang Chen a sense of closeness, and he couldn't help but fly towards the top of the mountain.

This hall is made of crystal, sandwiched between jade, gold, silver, amber and pearls, and is splendid, just like a real dragon palace. Yang Chen's heart was surging, and he just wanted to open the palace gate to see what was inside? Suddenly, a drum sounded on the west side of the mountain peak, and the silence made people feel calm. At this moment, something flew out of Yang Chen's arms, and suddenly the brilliance was magnificent, and it slowly flew to the top of the crystal hall and became as big as the crystal palace, and with the sound of drums, a peaceful sound of chanting Buddhist scriptures came out of it, it was the Yuanling Pagoda. With the sound of recitation, the Yuanling Pagoda turned into a phantom and slowly integrated into the crystal hall, only to see that the crystal hall was shaken, the structure changed, and it became a four-story palace, and it became the appearance of the Yuanling Tower, the whole is mainly a wooden frame, and the crystal, gold, silver, amber and pearl inlaid on it are completely different from before. The fusion of the Yuanling Pagoda and the Crystal Palace has become the Yuanling Crystal Tower.

At this moment, the gold, silver, blue and red four-colored vitality flying dragon flew out of the Yuanling Crystal Tower, coiling on it, the dragon groaned, the violent aura was overflowing, and powerful power surged out from the Yuanling Crystal Palace, and Zhou Tian seemed to tremble. A cold and bloody aura on the mountain peak slowly rose, condensing into a series of figures, it was the Yin Soul of the cultivator who died tragically in the Divine Dragon Gate, and suddenly woke up under the summoning of the power of the flying dragon.

The sound ......of chanting Buddhist scriptures suddenly sounded, and then spread out to the surroundings, and the deep flood was like the sun bathing this world, and all the anger was lost in the sound of Buddhist scriptures. The gate of the first floor of the Yuanling Crystal Tower opened, and a peaceful aura surged, and those resurrected Yin Spirits flew into the Yuanling Crystal Tower as if they had been summoned. "Om Mani Horn Mi Hum" in the Buddhist scriptures from time to time sounded the sound of the six-character mantra, the ghost passed over the cold wind gusts, stirring the throbbing of the heart, resentment and resentment are in this peace into nothingness. The resurrected divine soul returned to the first layer of the Yuanling Crystal Tower, and the yang energy on the Shenlong Pillar Peak was full of vitality.