White Deer King's Family.

This family, in the former Yun Mengze, is second only to a clan and four clans, and has a good reputation.

But as foreign monks and millions of mountains continued to enter Yunmengze, the White Deer King family became more and more marginalized.

But for some reason, Zhang Baijian has never forgotten this family, and has secretly arranged the means for more than ten years, the purpose is to want the entire Bailu Wang family.

Hearing Zhang Qing's words, Zhang Baijian suddenly laughed, "In a few days, I will go to the Wang family to propose marriage." ”

“？” Zhang Qing turned his head, and for the first time there was doubt in his eyes.

"The Wang family?"

Zhang Baijian nodded, "Yes, there is a girl there who is very suitable for me." ”

Zhang Qing's expression was strange, "I thought that you would let the Wang family break with the Zhao family, and then take refuge in us." ”

"That's it, I'm almost done, aren't I?"

The smile on the corner of Zhang Baijian's mouth became bigger and bigger, "The Wang family will have a female family head, and I will also become the head of the Zhang family, which is a great opportunity for them." ”

"What have you done in the past ten years?" Zhang Qing couldn't help but ask.

"What did you do? Talking about love, cultivating your daughter-in-law since childhood, how about it, do you want to follow suit? ”

Zhang Qing was silent, and then looked outside again, on the green mountain, Zhang Baiyu walked with the wind, the man looked at the jealousy, the woman looked at the envious face, and couldn't stop the pleasure, and he had to show off when he met anyone.

Well, but I met Zhang Shenxun who had returned, and now I was standing in front of a tree and thinking about it.

Soon after, there was a sound of footsteps behind the door, and Zhang Shenxun walked in from outside.

"The news has leaked, the Zhao family and the Lingyue Chamber of Commerce, as well as some cultivators wandering around, want to enter the Fourth Day Fragment through our channels."

Zhang Qing said, "It's a matter of time, tell them that a hundred spirit stones with attributes can allow a Qi cultivator to enter it, a thousand spirit stones to build a foundation, and ten thousand spirit stones to seed a golden lotus." ”

"It's a lot of pressure."

"It has to be so, Uncle Yuxian will be sitting there, and those people won't fight us for that little spirit stone."

After speaking, Zhang Qing continued to look at Zhang Baijian, "Brother Clan, do you think that the spirit stone and the source crystal should be returned to the Zhao family?" ”

The latter was silent, and then thought, "If the source crystal is not given, the spirit stone can." ”

As long as there is a source crystal, there will be infinite attribute spirit stones, even if the Zhao family takes out the fire attribute spirit stone source crystal.

"But we don't have a fire attribute spirit stone source crystal in our hands yet." Zhang Qing sighed, he wasn't sure if there was a source crystal in the depths of the spirit stone vein that was being mined now.

"Let's change it, but tell the Zhao family that we must trade third-order spirit wood with us, and the family has a flying boat now, which is not enough."

"This matter will be handed over to the clan brother."

The sky, black and white, thunder and flames, always remain the same.

The vision of the eighth day has attracted the vision of almost all living beings in this world, and there are not a few who have entered it to seek opportunities, but until now, months have passed, and no one has returned.

This phenomenon makes the people behind dare not rush into it, and begin to wait for a result.

So, countless people waited like this for a whole year.

One day a year later.

Zhang Qingshan, Zhang Qing in the secret room slowly opened his eyes, and the pupils of his eyes were black and white.

After standing up, his aura suddenly weakened, and he descended straight from a golden lotus to a mortal, and no one could find the traces of the aura on his body.

"Watching Thunder Fire Tai Chi, it actually allowed me to master the Immortal Transformation so long in advance." Zhang Qing came to the sky, the thunder above his head was like a cover, and a year later, the sky above Zhang's head was no longer the white sea of fire, but the black thunder.

Under the dim sky, everything in the void around Zhang Qing for several miles was becoming ordinary, even the aura became like stagnant water, not attracted to anyone.

"Immortal change, I can be regarded as having my own first spell......" Zhang Qing's face was delighted, what Qiu Hong could do at the beginning, he was also able to do it, and he could do it better than the other party.

Thundered!

There was a roar overhead, and the blinding lightning spread like the outline of a mountain range, illuminating the dark world for an instant.

The roar had been going on for several days, and Zhang Qing was also shocked by this and had to come out of the retreat.

Looking at the sky, the black and white intertwined thunder and fire were slowly clear, and in the center of the contact between the two, the immovable point, there was an infinite glow.

"On the eighth day of the immortal world, is the opportunity to be born about to ripen?"

Zhang Qing was curious, and then he saw that in the golden glow, there were shadows leaping from bottom to top.

"Yunshan-kun." Zhang Qing was surprised, but found that Yun Shanjun acted like this, and no one stopped them.

A loud crane chirp spread throughout the debris space, thousands of Yunshan Jun were bathed in the golden glow, and the red-topped white crane was draped in a thin layer of gauze, which was extremely sacred.

"It is rumored that the ancestor of Yunshan Jun is the thirty-three-day white crane, does it have anything to do with it?"

Under the gaze of countless people, Yun Shanjun became the only one under the golden glow, and then a surprising scene appeared.

The golden glow fell on Yun Shanjun's body, and it was gradually changing, changing into snow-white clouds.

"They are weaving, weaving things that do not belong to the world into a sea of clouds, the sea of clouds that was once in the fairy world...... "In the void, someone revealed the truth and was surprised by the ancient craftsmanship of Yunshan Jun.

"No wonder no one has stopped them, the era of the Thunder and Fire World needs the things of the fairy world to collect?"

"No, they're welcoming the ninth day of the Thirty-Three Days."

"Ling Xiao, it's going to appear."

Before the storm came, it was always the deepest tranquility, and now in the sky, there are no deep palace earth immortals, no great powers such as Mr. Shujian appear, and even the many Heavenly Gate monks who are the most happy to jump have not appeared.

They were all waiting, waiting for the most striking thing to appear, so that what was being conceived in the middle of the world of thunder and fire on the eighth day didn't matter.

"Sky ......"

The things that the Xuanwu gods carried, and the things that died because of this, and the things that lived because of this, were the last remaining of the thirty-three days, and perhaps recorded the thirty-three days of the years that no one knows.

Yunshan Jun, more and more, perhaps until the golden glow pierced the black and white thunder and fire world, everyone knew that the number of Yunshan Jun of a million mountains actually exceeded 100,000.

Every Yunshan Jun is at least a golden lotus, and compared to other golden lotus, the bloodline is not much stronger, and now there are 100,000 here.

The black and white sky is disappearing little by little, whether it is flame or thunder, it is being woven into soft white clouds by Yun Shanjun with traditional craftsmanship.

A brilliant day is appearing in front of everyone little by little.