In the early morning, the night is gone, and the whole place is silver and white.

The little boy seemed to be awakened by the bitter cold wind.

The little boy who came to his senses got up and walked into the lobby, looked at the two spiritual seats on the desk, and bowed solemnly.

Then he swaggered to his room, and he didn't notice that there was even one more person in the lobby.

Naturally, it was impossible for him to notice that Xia Ziyu had been meditating all night, and in the early morning, he had already woken up, and he sat there quietly, as if he was one with heaven and earth, how could mortals perceive his existence.

That night, he thought a lot in his heart.

He is not near evil, and he does not know good.

Whether this little boy is evil or not, he can't say, whether it's good or not, he can't say for sure.

This house should be able to keep the little boy from eating and drinking, why did he go out to do something like stealing chickens and dogs, and even causing himself to be injured.

Why did his parents die, these are all things in the little boy's heart, and Xia Ziyu has no intention of digging into it.

As for why Xia Ziyu stayed here, it was unclear, maybe he wanted to see the little boy do good, or he wanted to guide the little boy to do good.

Seeing the little boy leave the house, he didn't pay attention to the little boy's whereabouts, and his body was like a wisp of green smoke dissipating between heaven and earth.

He didn't know what this chance was.

Is it a river and lake, or a world, or an epiphany.

Xia Ziyu left this county town, as for what happened to this little boy in the future, it was not his business.

Maybe one day, he will come back here to see if the little boy has grown, if he has changed, and even if he is accepted by the practitioners.

Time flies, who can say all the bitter things.

Continue to the south, and see the world everywhere.

Although he was curious about the opportunity, he also wanted to take this opportunity to take a look at the things in the world.

Don't meddle, don't move, just watch quietly.

Before saving the little boy, a child he couldn't see in his heart died like this.

It's disgust, but it's also a life.

On the way south, before I knew it, I had already walked into the territory of the Xiang clan.

I don't know if it's winter going to spring, or if it's another year passing, the breeze is blowing, and the spring is warm and the flowers are about to bloom.

Xia Ziyu walked into a city, which was the capital of a dynasty under the Xiang clan.

Among them, there were many cultivators, and Xia Ziyu stopped here.

Xia Ziyu rented a mansion in the north of the capital, he wanted to see the scenery of this dynasty, the various states in the world, in a place where there were many cultivators, how those people and many mortal spirits survived.

Beyond the house he rented, there was a Chunhua Alley, and the name of the alley corresponded to the weather here.

The closer you get to the south, the warmer the weather becomes, and in areas slightly closer to the north, most of the snow is covered, but here it is still like spring and autumn.

The people who live in this alley are almost all cultivators who want to rely on their own cultivation to enter the dynasty, and more often want to use the path of the dynasty to catch up with some great forces.

The Xiang clan is the Holy Land clan of this West Fire Spirit Continent, and there are naturally some heaven-level forces under his command to rely on, and these cultivators want to enter these heaven-level forces.

Trying to take the opportunity to soar into the sky.

And now the time is close to the time of selection, and every three months there will be a selection meeting in the capital.

As for the rules in this, it can be said that they are extremely strict, and of course, these are for those cultivators who are helpless, and they have no shortcuts.

Therefore, after losing the election, they couldn't return to their hometown to cultivate, not to mention that it became a luxury to want to go further after they went back, and they had no relatives and friends to exchange experiences with, so they stayed here for this stay.

Here, they can get in touch with some big people who come and go, and they can also know the news in the capital at any time, and they can communicate with the friends they have just met.

On this day, after Xia Ziyu returned from going out, he walked into his house, his expression was slightly gloomy, he couldn't cry or laugh, he slowly walked into his room, closed the door, glanced at the books on the table, and his mattress, all of which had been turned over, and the slightest hint of clues seemed very abrupt in Xia Ziyu's eyes, and it was estimated that others could not see it, but in his eyes, these traces were too obvious.

He shook his head slightly and sighed, a little helpless, this is the first time, fortunately, there are no valuables in his house, they are all left by the landlord, only the book is his.

This book was given to him by Meng Yuze when he first walked the rivers and lakes, and he was usually busy with cultivation and didn't turn it much, but now he has a little spare time, so he took it out and read it.

The above principles are mostly some, and they persuade people to be good.

There is also a self-realization of Meng Yuze, a Confucian university, not to mention, looking at the books, Xia Ziyu has a sense of peace in his heart.

After walking for many days, even if he had a little irritability, this book calmed him down.

Every day, he just reads books, like a mortal, goes out to eat something early, sits and drinks, and doesn't practice much, just practice boxing at will, so even if it is a period of practice.

Xia Ziyu sat on the chair, picked up the book on the table, and flipped through it gently, as for the commotion outside the mansion, it was not enough to interrupt his thoughts.

Occasionally, when I have an understanding, I ponder it.

Although the book is not a method of cultivation, it is also a precipitation for his state of mind, just like his grandfather said, the way of cultivation needs to be relaxed.

Half a year ago, benefiting from the polishing on the Tianjiao Conference, one battle after another, especially the irrigation of the Heaven and Earth Qiyuan, the baptism of luck, and the battle with the three clans and the forbidden Tianjiao of the Ancient God Sect, Xia Ziyu has gained quite a lot, and now his realm is considered the early stage of the Void God Realm.

There are some signs of loosening of the bottleneck, but I always feel that something is still missing, I don't know if it is the perception on the avenue, or some other things.

Even so, Xia Ziyu still has a feeling that as long as he is willing, he can take this step at any time, but Xia Ziyu still wants to wait, because he feels that there should be a qualitative change, and he hopes to make this realm more solid, and when he can't suppress it, he will find a place full of spiritual energy and retreat to break through the realm.

If it really doesn't work, he will go to the depths of those wilderness mountains and forests, or go to the Xiang clan to make a big fuss, or find some ancient battlefield relics or something, and find someone to fight.

Maybe it's a matter of course, but after all, he has to find something to do, otherwise, he is afraid that when he waits for the spring of the next year, he will be moldy, and he doesn't know how to make a sword and a fist.

Xia Ziyu decided to stay in this capital until the end of the selection, and now it is close to the end of the year, and the selection is five days before the end of the year, just December 25, he also wants to see the grand events of this dynasty, maybe he can see a different scenery.

After that, it is not too late for him to move forward, and the opportunity can be slowly searched, and it will be in vain to take a look at the interesting things in the world.

After this trip is over, his mind will be on the catastrophe, he actually does not have much confidence in this, but the general trend is ahead, he cannot be sloppy, this trip can be regarded as a long vacation for himself.

However, Xia Ziyu was still a little hairy in his heart, and he was afraid that the ten thousand clans outside the Emperor Pass would not give him this opportunity, nor would they give the sentient beings of this heaven and earth a chance.

Along the way, he has come into contact with a few things, and every time he encounters something, it seems to involve some terrifying existence.

Xia Ziyu put down the books in her hand, slowly walked to the door, leaning against the door and looking out in a daze.

I don't know what the Qin clan is arranging on the other side, grandpa, and what step is the game with the dark hand.

I don't know, Brother Qin Jing, on the way to the training, did they encounter any crises, did they encounter any good opportunities, have they seen the higher divine mountain, and whether there are strong people on the top of the peak.

I don't know if Hongyi is happy in Jixia Xuegong, whether he has playmates, and whether he listens to the gentlemen's lectures.

I don't know if I can see through the future of the evil son, I received a few nets in my hand, and whether I cast a few invisible nets.

I don't know if Uncle Ming and Aunt Na'i traveled far away from the world, where the two of them were at this time, and whether they missed their families.

I don't know if Yun Shu has met his chance, Lan Zun's inheritance has learned a lot, after all, a fairy who works so hard is also a lifeless person when he cultivates.

I don't know, if the three brothers of Saint Wuxian are together, whether they are still training under Qing Geng and them, and whether Mo Xuan will go back to Tianhe City at this time and celebrate the New Year with his family.

He suddenly found that there were many people worth thinking about, and his friends were much better, compared to being in the great wilderness, unconsciously, he also had brothers and friends, and there were people outside the Qin clan who were worth remembering.

What's wrong with Luo Xiu, and Chu Tianling's out-of-tune guy, is there anything to make people speechless again?

Xia Ziyu thought like this, and fell asleep unintentionally, just standing in front of the door, like a sculpture, falling asleep.

With his current strength, as well as the existence of the Dragon Yin and the Infinite Heavenly Dao Sword, he was still carrying a Saint Venerable Divine Sword brought out of the Holy Land Shop's Divine Treasure, and he was not too worried along the way.

Next to this mansion, there is the landlord's family, who is in the same house for four generations, with a family of six, and the old man is a cultivator in the martial arts realm, but now he can't go any further, he used to be an official in the court, and his family background is also solid.

Although the old man is a cultivator, he is also a scholar, and he lectures to children in the famous school in the capital on weekdays.

His son is a businessman, he has not entered the court as an official, and his talent on the road of cultivation is not very good, and now he is still in the soul refining realm, and he is now more than two hundred years old.

I don't have any other hobbies, just hobbies of collecting some spiritual weapons, and I like to play chess with fellow practitioners, chat, and occasionally invite people to eat a meal of delicacies from the mountains and seas.

As everyone knows, this is because people who are more than two hundred years old like to enter Xia Ziyu's house, look through any valuable objects, and almost let Xia Ziyu's divine sword behind him be cut for the first time.

The merchant's wife was a young woman, who was about the same age as his son and daughter-in-law, only in her early fifties, and she looked gentle and sensible on weekdays.

Shang Jia's son is the son of a heaven-level force, and his talent is not good in Xia Ziyu's eyes, but in the eyes of this family, he is the glory of his ancestors, and his cultivation has reached the king realm, even in the dynasty, he is also among the upstream, the pride of the sky.

What made this family even happier was that the wife of the Shangjia's son was the granddaughter of the Heaven-level Force Elder.

This couple is mediocre in appearance, but they gave birth to a handsome young man, eight or nine years old, dressed brightly and luxuriously, which is the envy of many officials' children.

It's just that this kid doesn't seem to like life in the mountains, but likes to take the mundane to the school in Kyoto, which happens to be the school taught by his grandfather.

It's very loved by the gentleman in the school.,Just after class, he will run to his grandfather.,Watch his grandfather play chess with others.,In his mind, grandpa's chess is good.。

That is, he is not sensible, because his grandfather Shangjia's chess is really not good, but the chess is okay, and he will not regret chess or anything, it is more real than being a person.

He would squat for half an hour every time, and wait until his grandfather came home, on the way to watch the chess, he didn't say a word, and only then would he ask his grandfather for advice, which was very like a little master, even in Xia Ziyu's eyes, this child was also a material.

The neighbors who live in this alley, no matter how big or small, love this child very much, of course, not because the place where they live is the child's family, nor because they want to find the back door and enter the heaven-level power, but because this child is really pleasing to people.

He can also practice, he is already cultivating in the bone refining realm at a young age, and his blood is like a tide, every morning, Xia Ziyu doesn't hear the sound of boxing coming from next door, and the babbling is very cute.

His grandmother, the merchant wife, always liked to make fun of the child, and asked him if he had a crush on any of the little fairies, and she went to propose to him, but the child often just smiled shyly and continued to punch herself.

After Xia Ziyu 'fell asleep', the sword behind him suddenly roared and turned into a streamer and disappeared.

When he was waiting for the sword to come back by itself, there was a small golden snake standing on top of the sword, a four-legged snake, with shining scales all around it.

said that it was a four-legged snake, but it was actually a mini dragon, with teeth and claws, and landed on Xia Ziyu's head, rubbing Xia Ziyu's silver hair into a mess.

Seeing that Xia Ziyu didn't move, he sat on Xia Ziyu's head a little dejectedly, and began to doze off, and a snot bubble kept getting bigger and smaller with Xiaolong's breathing.

This little dragon was incarnated from the spirit vein that Xia Ziyu had met in the other heaven and earth.

After being brought over by Jin Xuan, he was thrown by Qin Jian in the Hall of Life and Death, and for nearly two years, he didn't show his head until Xia Ziyu broke through the barrier, and it sneaked out.

It's just that this little guy walks extremely carefully along the way, and it can be said that he has read the whole book in the palace of life and death, and he is afraid of the dirty things in the world, and every time he loses Xia Ziyu, it will take a long time to find Xia Ziyu's whereabouts.

Xia Ziyu also always knew about its existence, and he didn't deliberately pay attention to it along the way, but just mobilized some of the aura of the Holy Venerable Divine Sword to shelter it, and several times Xia Ziyu was following and amused, or running wildly in the forest, or resisting the wind for thousands of miles, and when he stopped, Xiaolong could always find his direction and smile towards Xia Ziyu from a distance.

It's just that this time, Xia Ziyu walked too fast, Xiaolong was lost, scurrying around in the mountains and forests, like an abandoned child, hanging two big snot bubbles, crying all the way to find it, and was almost eaten by the demon beast several times.

Xia Ziyu waited for a few days, but before he saw it follow, he asked the Holy Venerable Divine Sword to go out to look for it, who knew that this little dragon actually fell into the quagmire and was almost choked to death in the quagmire.

Xia Ziyu woke up, reached out and grabbed it from his head, punctured the snot bubble, and secretly said funny in his heart, this little guy is really cute, Xiaolong was woken up by the sound of snot bubbles, and looked at Xia Ziyu's tears and fell.

Xia Ziyu was helpless, where is this dragon, this is simply an abrasive child, he is angry and funny.

In the following days, whether it was Xia Ziyu's boxing practice or meditation, it would never bother, it would always watch from a distance, only Xia Ziyu beckoned to it, and would come to Xia Ziyu's side, follow Xia Ziyu's arm, and climb on top of Xia Ziyu's head.

Xia Ziyu's eyes rose, and he dragged it to his shoulder with his hand, but after a while, it would climb on top of his head again, squatting on top of his head, and he looked like he was sitting upright, which really made Xia Ziyu cry and laugh.

So, it is necessary to form a strange scene, as long as in the house, when Xia Ziyu is boxing, there is always a golden dragon imitating in the distance, when Xia Ziyu reads a book, it always shakes its head above Xia Ziyu's head, like the old master who is full of mouths in the school.

Early in the morning, Xia Ziyu was still meditating, and was woken up by the movement from next door, only to hear the old businessman's mouth full of chatter, and some subordinates, the old man was chattering, the child was boxing, and his mouth was still studying the book knowledge taught by the gentleman in the school, but the businessman's wife seemed to be still asleep.

It is naturally impossible to sleep well, for that woman, Xia Ziyu has an extra heart, she looks kind-hearted and gentle, but that kind of cultivation is not simple, just condescending to a merchant family of a mortal dynasty, and I don't know what she is planning.

Xia Ziyu got out of bed, only feeling refreshed, he walked to the study room next door, sat at the desk, gently picked up the books on the table, Xiaolong also woke up slowly, two big snot bubbles broke with a bang, confused, looking for Xia Ziyu's figure in the room.

The person stood up, ran out of the house, ran to the next bookstore, and looked at Xia Ziyu who was reading a book with an aggrieved face.

Xia Ziyu smiled, "Sleep with you, it's not that I don't want you!"

Xiaolong opened his teeth and danced his claws, as if to express something, and then ran into the room in a hurry, jumped on the table, jumped on top of Xia Ziyu's head, and read a book with Xia Ziyu.

Xia Ziyu was already accustomed to it, the books on the table were all brought by Xiaolong, but Xia Ziyu wanted to break his head, and he didn't know how Xiaolong, who only had the thickness of his fingers, could load the books of the Qin clan.

He didn't dig deeper, so he didn't have to go out to buy books again, these books are some books of hundreds of schools, they look very ancient, and I don't know how long they have been in the Qin clan.

Books of the Hundred Schools, Xia Ziyu thought about it, how long has it been since the establishment of the Hundred Schools, and the books in the Qin clan have obviously exceeded 10,000 years, and according to the time that the Qin clan has been hidden, it is at least 10 million years.

At that time, were there already hundreds of schools in this heaven and earth?

I can't figure it out, and I don't think about it anymore, just read books, absorb the strengths of hundreds of schools, make up for my own shortcomings, the system of Legalism, the Confucian way of governing the country, Yin and Yang, Taoism, and so on.

Xia Ziyu watched them one by one, and he was also in the rivers and lakes at that time, and he understood that there are some things that are in the book but not in the world, and what is in the world is not in the book, and the two need to be combined.

When it comes to reading, you can't seek perfection, you can't ask for more, what suits you is your own, learn from each other's strengths, and be taboo and greedy.

Read carefully, chew slowly, really absorb the subtleties in a book, analyze those beautiful situations, images, and the truths handed down by the ancients one by one, and turn them into your own things, this is what reading is.

Although Meng Yuze was talking about reading at the beginning, he was actually talking about practice, and now it seems that Mr. Meng's words are still very reasonable.

Xia Ziyu reads books very quickly, ten lines at a glance, and after reading each book, he will always ponder and understand the truth before stopping.

The sea of books is endless, he can't go to read all the good books in the world one by one, he has to cultivate, but also to enlighten, finally have a little leisure test tube, reading books naturally can't spend too much time, if there are not so many troubles in the future, maybe he will collect the books in the world, read a good book, and see the thousands of truths in the world.

For this dynasty Kyoto, which is full of fireworks in the market, Xia Ziyu, who travels far away with a sword, is like a strange figure who is far away, neither close nor nostalgic.

As long as you pay the spirit stone, you can do it.

At the end of this Chunhua alley is the main street of Kyoto.

After reading the book for an hour, Xia Ziyu took Xiaolong out of the house, Xiaolong naturally couldn't manifest in front of everyone's eyes, otherwise it would cause a sensation, so Xia Ziyu turned it into a hairband and wrapped it around his hair.

Walking out of the alley and looking at the bustling streets, the people who came and went were all gorgeously dressed, and many handsome men and fairies were preparing for this selection.

At the end of this alley is a wine shop, which is not only a wine shop, but also a place where practitioners from all walks of life come to drink flower wine.

At the bar of the wine shop, it is often the peak of life, resulting in the street in front of the wine shop is full of rouge, and it often stops in the middle of the night.

Although the people who come and go are all richly dressed, brocade and silk, whether it is a guest or a toasting woman, after the happy end, most of them look haggard, and the people who come are not willing, and the women are not at ease.

Generally, people who come here to have fun mostly encounter frustrations, come here to drink to drown their sorrows, or to vent their sorrows.

Xia Ziyu sat faintly in a restaurant in the distance, looking indifferent, looking at the women who were full of rouge over there, several times, he saw those women send the guests away, go back to take off their makeup, take advantage of the dark light on the street, go to a small alley crowded with vendors, sit there and drink a bowl of porridge or eat a bowl of clear soup chaos.

Many of the women cried and vomited as they ate and drank.

Whoever is a good place in the world, but who knows if he wants to cry late at night.

A trip to the world is mostly helpless.

The few taels of silver they earned, they have paid a lot, at least compared to the land of Qinglou, it is much better.

Some of the vendors who were familiar with these drinking women, looking at these girls were really pitiful, so they would put more food in their bowls.

And some vendors are talking about meat jokes, and some women don't care, chuckling and perfunctory, in order to take out a few silver coins less, some are extra serious.

They should be accustomed to low-eyed and pleasing to the eyes, and they are also scolded, and some of the owners of the vendors are soft-hearted, and less is less, but some are not a lot, and their attitude is also tough.

After these women left, they began to poke their backbones in the back, but they were just doing some skin and meat business, and they even had to make a face.

The next day, those women would still come here late at night, and everyone would still greet each other with smiling faces, after all, they were all acquaintances, and the quarrel would pass.

There are also unreasonable vendors, who want to pick up a bargain when they see some women drunk on the table and no one to help them.

The little hands that show their sleeves, white flowers, such as the pork on the cutting board, the white one is called a bright and sparkling, compared to the yellow-faced woman who is guarding at home, it can be said that there is a difference between cloud and mud, I really don't know how these girls were born.

Just thinking that he could take this opportunity to touch the cheap, the dealer just wanted to do something, but he didn't want the woman's friend to seem to find out that the drunk woman was not there, and several women beat the vendor.

The vendor sighed, thinking that if he wanted to touch the hands of these little ladies, he would have to spend a year of his livelihood, and his heart was cold, and people like them had no money to drink the so-called flower wine.

Huajiu and Qinglou are a place in their hearts, a place to burn money.

Xia Ziyu saw all these in his eyes, he only knew that the rivers and lakes were sinister before, but he didn't know that the rivers and lakes also had hardships and difficulties.

Just like that woman, if there is no affection, the night will be defiled by the vendors.

Although it is said that in that wine shop, there are also dedicated women, but they are all willing, not the so-called coercion, not like the Qinglou woman, it doesn't matter if you are willing or not, as long as you are pointed, you will be defiled.

This dynasty has been war-free for hundreds of years, on the one hand, there is a suppression of heaven-level forces above, and on the other hand, this dynasty is located between the mountains, and the connection with the outside world is also distant.

Even if there are some great traitors, there are also dynasty cultivators who take action to suppress and kill.

It's just that whether the dirty things are intervened by the above forces is not something that Xia Ziyu, who has just arrived, can know, so he also wants to see if this selection can really get the so-called popular support.

There is no curfew in the capital of this dynasty, the monks of the rivers and lakes come and go here, they are very arrogant, swords and swords, fresh clothes and angry horses, and the officials of the dynasty never care about the affairs here, as long as they are not here to find trouble, or to fight against the people in the city, the people of the government are too lazy to pay attention to these monks.

Even if they meet on the road, both sides will greet each other politely, and if they have some friendship, they may ask each other to close a few bowls of wine.

Talking about the helplessness and bitterness in the so-called officialdom, talking about the heart-wrenching masters on the rivers and lakes, or the competition between the three doors, one or two goes, it is three or two catties of wine to eat.

In order to wait for the selection of this heaven-level force, Xia Ziyu would wander around this capital every day, see the world, see how much red dust there is, change people's hearts, and peep into a few hidden and strange things.

As long as these people don't provoke themselves or harm innocent people, he will not see it and don't bother to pay attention to it.

There are thousands of dirty things in the world, is it possible that you have to take care of everything?

That's so tiring, although it is a fusion of the will of heaven and earth, but there are some small things, and he can't do everything.

Xia Ziyu drank some wine, walked out of the wine shop, and walked and stood on the street.

As if no one on the street could detect his presence, no one on the street seemed to be aware of his presence.

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Wasteland Sacred Mountain, a place of fairy palace, Bai Qing lay prone on the stone platform in front of the gate of the fairy palace.

A demon clan wearing battle armor walked in and looked at Bai Qing shrouded in the blue and gold divine light on the white blue stone platform.

And this demon clan is one of the taboos of the five desolate gods, called Yanghai.

In the white and green blue blue and blue blue and green blue and blue

The vision alone had already made him feel a suffocating pressure.

Is this the power of the Imperial Realm?

Bai Qing has been coming to the Desolate Divine Mountain for several months, as for how he came here, he doesn't know at all, there are not many people who know about the Desolate Divine Mountain, it seems that only those elders know, and their attitude towards Bai Qing is very respectful, which makes them very jealous as a forbidden Tianjiao, but they don't dare to exceed the rules in the slightest, and they don't even dare to have the slightest idea of angering Bai Qing.

That is the Great Demon of the Emperor Realm, at the beginning of the Tianjiao Conference, the appearance of manipulating the Qin Clan's ancestral seal to confront the powerhouses of the Emperor Realm, until now, they are still vivid.

Bai Qing was shrouded by the magic circle on the stone platform, under normal circumstances, he didn't pay attention to the people from the outside at all, and only cared about his own cultivation, but the elder of the Divine Mountain of the Wasteland sent someone to summon him a few days ago, saying that there would be a demon clan from outside on the Divine Mountain in the past two days, and he needed his help.

He got up slowly, looked at the sea of sheep outside the circle, and nodded faintly.

Yang Hai didn't say anything, but after saluting, he led the way ahead.

He was very curious why Bai Qing didn't transform into a human form, which made it so convenient to act.

How did he know that Bai Qingshang couldn't turn into a human form yet, and he didn't know if it was because of his own bloodline, now that he could speak, he just wanted to turn into a human form, but he still couldn't, so he came to this wasteland divine mountain to seek transformation.

"It's back, Mr. Bai Qing!" A silver dragon spoke, surrounded by a thick pillar, guarding the path of the fairy palace on the mountain, and if you don't look closely, no one can detect the existence of this dragon.

Soon, the news reached the ears of the demon clan elders in the square above, and several figures broke through the air and landed in front of Bai Qing, and the demon clan led by them looked at Bai Qing with a smile.

"Haha, Mr. Bai Qing, there are a lot of disturbances, it's really helpless, someone from the demon clan outside came today and wanted to put pressure on the Wasteland Divine Mountain, but the demon lord is not there, so I'm bothering you!" said the demon clan with a smile.

Bai Qing nodded indifferently, looking at the demon clan elder with a smile on his face, his square face, dressed in black, laughed and made Bai Qing look awkward.

The elder of the demon clan was not annoyed, Bai Qing had been here for a few months, and he naturally knew about his cold temperament, after all, he was a big demon who was regarded as a brother by the emperor, if he didn't have a little personality, he couldn't say it.

Thinking of this, the elders of the demon clan who walked in front also felt a little liver pain, their demon lord was captured by the patriarch of the Qin clan as a little chicken, and now he ordered the demon clan of the Divine Mountain in the Wasteland to be polite to the people of the Qin clan, otherwise they would kill them.

Later, he left, and now he doesn't know where he went, but now it's okay, the other demon forces are coming, and they have to invite Bai Qing to come and sit in the town.

A few people walked for a while, and soon saw the palace group standing on the top of the sacred mountain, and there were countless demon birds flying and circling in mid-air, accompanied by snowflakes, standing on the top of the mountain, looking into the distance, the fairy light flowed, as if standing in a fairy world.

"Who are these people? The white wolf seems to have seen it there?"

In the square, there were servants who were talking softly, looking at Bai Qing and the others with contempt.

"Except for the white demon wolf who doesn't know where to come, the rest of the people are the demon clan of this Wasteland Divine Mountain, I remember that the demon clan of the Wasteland Divine Mountain is not very good, but now they have become the head of the demon clan, what are they?"

......

As soon as Bai Qing and the others sat down, trouble had already come to the door.

Moreover, the identity of the person who came is also extraordinary, and the trouble is not small, the blue and golden eyes in the white and blue eyes are flowing, and the eyes are slightly cold, this is the Peng clan.

The arrival of this group of people was surging, led by a middle-aged man with blond hair, whose pupils were the same as the sun, and there seemed to be a golden divine light bursting out between the opening and closing.

The most terrifying thing is that the aura of the group that came is powerful, and in every gesture, it is like an ancient true god, with surging golden light, and the clouds are soaring, lingering above their bodies.

"I heard that there is a distinguished guest in this Wasteland Divine Mountain, who is arranged in the Demon God Temple in the middle of the mountain, quite a big face, I want to see who is sacred?" The blonde middle-aged man opened his mouth to look at Bai Qing.

Because the only person present was Bai Qing, who had not incarnated into a human form, and the qi on his body was incompatible with the demon clan on the Wasteland Divine Mountain.

When the demon clan of the Wasteland Divine Mountain saw these people, the virtual images that appeared behind them were all Dapeng clans, and they were all secretly surprised.

On weekdays, where did they see such a powerful demon clan, that is, on the Divine Mountain in the Wasteland, those Peng clan powerhouses were also closed all year round, and it was rare to see them.

Moreover, these Peng people have half of the bloodline of the Golden-Winged Dapeng, and the few people in front of them are pure-blooded Golden-winged Dapeng, and the golden divine radiance all over their bodies is like a flame burning in the male.

Bai Qing turned a blind eye, his eyes closed slightly, he didn't bother to pay attention to it, he was here to sit down, not to settle grudges, he just wanted to cultivate quietly for a period of time from now on, waiting for himself to be able to transform into a shape, and then he would leave.

As for the grievances between the Peng clan and the Wasteland Divine Mountain Demon Clan, he didn't want to pay attention to it.

Seeing Bai Qing's behavior like this, the strong people of the Peng clan also felt bored, so they left, and they had more time to make trouble, and they were not in a hurry.

The group slowly walked in other directions, and some people laughed loudly, and their spirit was extremely heroic, and they didn't seem to take the previous things to heart.

Bai Qing looked at all this calmly, some of the Peng people were gentle and elegant, and they were like those who read in the mortal world.

And the women in the Peng clan have a graceful demeanor and a smile like a flower.

The middle-aged man of the Peng clan was the elder who walked towards the head of the Wasteland Divine Mountain, and behind him was a handsome boy with a crown of jade, holding a folding fan in his hand.

This folding fan is not an ornament, but a superb treasure, walking between the vessel, magnificent, extraordinary.

A group of men from the Peng clan, most of them were dragons and tigers, looking forward to the divine light, and looked at the surrounding powerhouses of the Divine Mountains one by one.

And those women of the Peng clan are all good-looking.

This group of people is all with shiny eyes and domineering momentum, and their cultivation is naturally not bad.

After that, there are some young generation of Tianjiao, but these Tianjiao have not been seen above the Tianjiao Conference, and they have only recently broken the seal, and most of their eyes are looking down on the demon clan on the Divine Mountain of the Wasteland.

An indescribable qi spread out like this, although it was just communicating with each other, but that kind of sword light and sword shadow had already been invisibly stimulated.

The elder led by the Ancient Divine Mountain led the group to the top, and Bai Qing was naturally among them.

Bai Qing was very curious, why is this, are the two sides going to the top of the sacred mountain to have a discussion?

The further you go, the narrower the road becomes, and there must be more than 30 people in a group, clustered on the narrow mountain road, and only at the top can the road be wider.

Seeing that the road under his feet was extremely crowded, Bai Qing could only stop temporarily, it was one thing for him not to turn into a human form, and he didn't want to join in the fun, just go up later.

The people of the Peng clan walked up to the top one after another, and on the wide road they arrived, the other people occupied one side of each other, and most of them just glanced at Bai Qing, who could not incarnate into a human form, and no longer cared about it.

A wolf demon who can be arranged in the Demon God Temple is so excluded by them and is not angry, is it really a guy who has no strength?

Only those demon clan disciples of the Wasteland Divine Mountain, when they saw Bai Qing, their eyes and footsteps stopped one by one to salute, as if they were waiting for Bai Qing to continue to go up.

It's just that after Bai Qing met his gaze, he just nodded slightly, signaling them to continue up.

The demon clan of the Wasteland Divine Mountain nodded in greeting, and continued to go up, they all knew Bai Qing's identity, but whether Bai Qing could know their identity was unknown.

Anyway, they don't dare to be disrespectful, even those arrogant guys of the Peng clan, if they anger this moldy head, I'm afraid there will be no good fruit to eat.