"Uncle, don't, I still have a lot of things to ask you. When Bu Li heard that the powerful existence in the white mist was going back, he hurriedly grabbed the black clothes and said.

"If you have anything to say, I'm tossing too hard here, I'm so tired, I have to go back and rest. You fucking think it's easy for me to be an old man, and there's nothing like this in the rivers and lakes. The mighty being in the white mist said.

"Yes, I just saw that your old man was tired like this, what is it for?" asked Bu Li.

"Dragons, true dragons, proud. When my family was defeated, Xuanyuan ascended to the sky on the Nine Dragons, which was the patriarch of the dragon clan of the nine main planes. If you really do that, it will be called majestic. If you want to subdue the dragon clan, you can't do it without absolute strength, and you can't do it without a coincidental chance. I just gave it a try, and if that old dragon didn't obey, I would just kill him. The powerful being in the white mist said casually, without the slightest hint of evasion.

Step centrifugal road, it turns out that this is the case, but I don't know if this sentence is true or false. Now that Bu Li is finally more enlightened, the powerful existence in the white mist has a meaning to every word, but it is not something that he can analyze clearly.

"Those old things, whether you talk about them or not, that's it. The mighty being in the white mist said.

"No, I'm still listening with my ears pricked up, what the hell is going on?" asked Bu Li.

"This dragon clan has been squeezed out, how simple things are, and there are some other things in the middle, you don't understand. I'm just asking if they still have the heart to return to the Lord's plane. If you want, we can go back one day. And he took them with him. "The mighty presence in the white mist.

"Uh...... Where is the main plane?"

"Of course it's where you've always wanted to go back. The formidable being in the white mist looked at Bu Li, as if he was watching a joke.

"That's the so-called crossing. In fact, isn't it exile?" Bu Li has always felt that he was exiled to the Soul Lan Continent, no matter how majestic he is here. I'm not used to it.

"Of course. The amount of force here can only accommodate the eighteenth-order pattern carving, and the main plane is ...... Forget it, what's the use of talking so much. The powerful being in the white mist spoke, seeming a little irritated.

"That is to say, if I want to go home, if I want to take Cai Xiaoxian and Da Hei home, isn't it something I can do when I reach the peak of the strength of the Soul Lan Continent?"

The formidable presence in the white mist smiled and said, "Of course not." Do you think the laws of time and space are so easy to cultivate? After leaving the main plane. If you don't reach a certain level of strength, you won't be able to break through that plane at all. Besides, there are guards guarding against it. Do you think, if you say go back, you will go back, how many people do you have to go back in a mess every year? All of them carry strange monsters or something, and there is no difference between ordinary people on the main plane, isn't it a mess?"

"Uh......" was instantly discouraged. In the Soul Lan Continent, the strongest person himself couldn't see his back at all. And these strongest people, in the white mist, the strong existence in the eyes is just some powerhouses with the strength of the eighteenth order of twisting and turning. Nothing more......

"Don't worry, you're improving. There will come a time. "The strong presence in the white mist comforted the way.

"Will I survive until that day?" asked Bu Li, a little apprehensive.

"Of course, this skin can't, if you're lucky, you'll be reincarnated seven or eight times, and then you'll go back. Bad luck. You can fall in the Soul Lan Continent. ”

"If I really die, what about you, uncle?"

"Of course, I will cultivate again and recuperate from my injuries. After tens of thousands of years, it will naturally recover. When the time comes, I'll go back with your ashes. How much did you say a cemetery would cost at that time? Or just put it at home, and my old man will personally write you an elegy. "The strong presence in the white haze and the step away from the laughter and laughter said this joke.

Buli was really hit this time. The spirit is wilted, and the appearance is listless.

"Always have to do something, only to know if the road is good, look at your virtue, and start to lose heart before you have any problems?" The strong existence in the white mist looked at Bu Li's bad mood, and instead of being comforted, he began to sneer and start to leave.

Bu Li did not deny it, and nodded dejectedly.

"There will always be someone who will work harder than you, and what is even more terrible is someone who is better than you is a cow who works harder than you. So, work hard, I'll go back to sleep first. The mighty being in the white mist laughed.

"Uncle, why don't you work hard?" Bu Li asked unconvinced.

"I don't want to fucking go back, just go back with this body, and as soon as I get to the main plane, I have to be dismantled and broken. The formidable being in the white mist scolded, as if Bu Li didn't understand his own words at all.

Bu Li thought about it and smiled, what he said was indeed such a thing. There are some things, although it is not good to know the way, but it is always to be done, and if you don't do it, it will definitely not work. Yes, maybe not. Let's give it a try, or I'm sorry for Hu Wu.

The formidable existence in the white mist disappeared into the white mist, and Bu Li didn't feel that he had returned to his body, it was really strange, could it be that the dimension was really different? These creatures living in high latitudes were indeed more and more demonic than the other.

Hu Wu looked at Bu Li's efforts to slow down a little, and said miserably: "Hurry up and go back and get used to it, the great competition of the Western Sect will start soon, if you don't want to die, adapt to the Mirage Dragon carving as soon as possible." It's your barrier to the rest of the world, so don't be lazy. ”

"Know, sir. Have you ever thought that if I win, you won't be lazy in the future?" Bu Li looked at Hu Wu with a smile.

Hu Wuzhi Dao Buli was talking about the matter of the fiefdom after the most Lu, glared at Bu Li, took out a piece of the same yellow paper in his hand, injected soul power, and returned to Hate Mountain with Bu Li and Da Hei.

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High mountains, barren mountains. The water has dried up, the pond has dried up, and a lonely and lonely red man has fallen on the cracked earth under the pond. The big trees by the pond are already lush and green, and the top is like the sky. Under the tree, a snow-white fox with no blemish lay half-dead, looking up at the sky.

The snow-white fox was already tired like a dog, and he didn't want to move. Four thatched houses, quiet, even the old fox's panting sound of eating and eating seems to have an echo, loneliness and loneliness should be able to expand on its own, the more lonely, the more lonely, the more unbearable.

"You sons of dogs are walking lightly, leaving me alone here to work hard. After a long time, the old fox rolled on the ground in spite of his image, and struggled to lean against the lush tree, resting and recovering.

At the edge of the silent pond, suddenly the old white fox stood up suddenly, as if he was crazy, pointed to the dry pond, and began to curse. Countless foul language was poured out like the water of the Yangtze River. Yes, it's indeed to talk, since you guys are gone, and Lao Tzu is left here, if you don't talk like this, what else will you do?!

After scolding meaninglessly for a long time, the old white fox seemed to let out a breath, and then howled and cried. Didn't hide his face with his hands, didn't sobbed in a low voice, a good man, laugh if he wants to laugh, cry if he wants to cry, what he wants, then what, as long as he is worthy of his heart, he can stand between the majestic heaven and earth, and say with a clear conscience, Lao Tzu, I can do what I want!

Changge cried, his crying voice was hoarse, and there was still no change in the surroundings. There are two graves in front of a thatched hut, there are not even a few grasses on the dry graves, a guqin, and a gusser, as if there is a slight tremor, which should be echoed by the cry of the old white fox. There was a statue in front of the other thatched hut, motionless there, like a mountain that had not moved for ten thousand years, even if the old fox cried, it could not make him change anything. The third hut was empty in front of it, and there was nothing.

After crying for a long time, the old white fox stopped crying, and a dog's face changed when he said that he would change, as if he was crazy, with a warm smile like a spring breeze, he slowly sat in front of the old banyan tree, lit a cigarette, and smoked it by himself.

"Preaching, the sun is soaring, you can pour out your breath, only one plane will be hanging, and the rest of the road will be left to me to be busy?" the old fox shook his head and said in a low voice: "It's really hard. ”

A wisp of wind blew through the mountains, blowing a white fox fur, and countless wounds under the snow-white fox fur had not completely healed, and some were even just sealed by the old white fox with mana, so that it would not bleed or fester. Even if he is as strong as an old white fox, he can't completely heal the injuries on his body. What kind of scene is it when you are injured?

All the past has been drifted away with the wind, these many years of loneliness, the pain and injury all over the body, the old white fox himself has survived, survived until now.

"I don't dare to go to the big plane, I walked around at will in a small plane, I didn't expect that kid to change his mind in this life, do you think it's funny?" The old white fox smoked a cigarette while babbling about what he had seen and done, for fear that the two lonely tombs would be lonely, for fear that the small Ding would be lonely. After talking about it for a long time, it looks like an old man with Alzheimer's.

After smoking a cigarette, the old white fox flicked his fingers, and the cigarette butt drew an arc in mid-air and fell into the small ding.

"Okay, I'll go to sleep, there's nothing new outside, I'll talk about it when I wake up. "The thirteen white tails around the old white fox spread out like petals. It's just that some of the white tails look very beautiful, and some of the white tails are bare, without a single fox hair. The last fox tail is only the size of a little finger, as if it has just grown.

All the fox's tails were gathered together, and the old white fox was wrapped in it, like a huge fluffy "egg", standing under the old banyan tree. (To be continued......)