After Dai Daojin came back from the South China Sea, he became an otaku again.

Drink tea every day, read a book, or climb high and look far away with Jiang Shaman, and play in the mountains and forests.

Half a year passed like this, until a man dressed in white arrived at the bottom of the mountain.

This person is dressed in white, but it is not Ximen Fuxue and Ye Gucheng.

It was Dai Daojin's "second elemental god", who received Dai Daojin's spiritual inspiration and returned from the far southwest.

In the small courtyard, Dai Daojin and "Dai Daojin" sat opposite each other.

Dai Daojin sensed the surging qi and blood and true qi fluctuations in the other party's body, which was not weaker than the body he was in now, and couldn't help but nod with satisfaction.

The two got up at the same time and walked into the house.

"Bang"

The two doors closed automatically, and at some point, Yue Yang's figure appeared in the small courtyard, looking around vigilantly, guarding the people in the house.

Dai Daojin and "Dai Daojin" were on the bed, sitting cross-legged and facing each other.

The two of them closed their eyes slightly at the same time.

Dai Daojin's mind was silent in the nebula, and then the huge spiritual power, like a cocoon, first a wisp of spiritual spiritual power, from the eyebrows of the person in front of him, and then one wisp after another, endlessly.

He carefully poured the power of his mind into it slowly, and did not dare to take it lightly, if he was not careful, it would be the end of his soul.

The whole process lasted for a long time, until late at night.

The sun sets and the moon rises, and the moonlight shines.

At this time, at the center of Dai Daojin's eyebrows, a light cluster slowly seeped out, and finally jumped out suddenly, hazy, emitting a misty white light, and the light cluster was dotted with stars, mysterious and abnormal.

Dai Daojin's feeling at the moment is extremely wonderful, with his state at this time, it is similar to "out-of-body", but the real out-of-body is far from what he can do now, he can only "out-of-body" with the help of Nebula.

If it weren't for that, he was afraid that his soul would be hurt as soon as he left his body, and it was for this reason that he calculated the time for insurance, and it was just night at this time, so as to avoid the erosion of his soul by the daytime yang energy.

It's a bit of a caution.

The light moved slightly, and in his perspective, the two people sat opposite each other, and "looked" at the house, a new feeling was born, but there was a cool feeling in the mind, on the mountain at night, there was always wind, even in the house, it was only very small.

Feeling it slightly, he didn't dare to delay, Dai Daojin suddenly drilled into the eyebrows of "Gong Jiu".

He only felt a sudden darkness, and then his mind sensed, and the second primordial god shook together, slowly drifting towards a mysterious place.

After a while, Dai Daojin opened his eyes suddenly, his eyes turned, he twisted his head, slowly exhaled, got out of bed, moved his hands and feet, and felt no discomfort.

He turned his head to look at Hua Manlou, smiled, and said in a low voice: "After being a tenant for so long, your strength can be regarded as rent." ”

He stepped forward, stretched out his right hand, and touched Hua Manlou's ear, a mask was removed, revealing a delicate face, who is not Hua Manlou?

Dai Daojin turned around and opened the door.

When Yue Yang saw him come out, he bowed slightly and did not speak.

Dai Daojin smiled lightly: "Go in, tell me that this person will be sent to the inn in Suzhou City, open a room for him, and wait for him to wake up and leave, and then come back to restore his life, you don't have to meet him." ”

Yue Yang bowed and said, "Yes, sir." ”

Flashed into the house, Yue Yang walked out of the building with flowers, left the small courtyard, walked down the mountain, and walked towards Suzhou City.

Dai Daojin stood in the small courtyard, holding his hands, looking up at the jade plate in the sky, the light in his eyes flickering, thinking about the feeling of being out of his body just now.

......

Time flies.

This year's winter, heavy snow fell, and the cold wind was like a knife.

The wind swept up the snow on the ground and rose into the sky, and then the snowflakes swirled and fell.

Outside the city of Beijing, a white sky, looking down from a high altitude, you can find the barracks, there is no snow color, like a scar on the earth.

This is where the "Dragon Guard" is located, the essence and blood are surging to the sky, like a huge oven, and the snowflakes have not yet fallen, they have been evaporated, so the barracks are extremely dry.

A tall man, with a cold and hard complexion, dressed in chain mail, with deep eyes, introverted divine light, and a straight waist with a stunning temperament, walked towards the central school with a long knife hanging from his waist.

"Step on ...... Step ......"

The firm pace shows that this general is a very assertive and determined person.

When they came to the school ground, a soldier bowed down and said, "General Deng." ”

Deng Yongjun's face remained unchanged, strode onto the high platform, and turned to look at the audience.

The 5,000 people in the audience stood silently, and a dull and depressing feeling spread out, and everyone stared silently at the people on the high platform.

Before long, the sound of footsteps came, and another group of people strode forward.

The person at the head is General Zhu, the commander of the "Dragon Guard", followed by a person, not tall, five short figures, but with a thick neck and a thick back, a face like iron casting, a leopard's head and eyes, and huge eyes like copper bells flashing with spirit, and the essence flashes and cannot be forced.

This is Lei Tianzheng, who is as famous as Deng Yongjun and has reached the eighth layer of "Blood Nerve" in the blood guard, and the double hammer weighing eighty pounds behind his back is no one dares to underestimate him.

General Zhu ascended the high platform, and Deng Yongjun and Lei Tianzheng stood on both sides.

General Zhu's sideburns and white hair are conspicuous, even if he is a fifth-layer cultivator of "Blood Nerve", he can't stop aging, but he looked at the blood guards in the audience, and his eyes showed a hint of pride.

Recalling that fifteen years ago, he forced back the "Sword God" Ximen Chuixue and the "Sword Immortal" Ye Gucheng with 3,000 blood guards, and maintained the face of the imperial court, and he was even more proud.

No one in the world dares to use force to offend the power of heaven.

His afterglow caught a glimpse of the two people beside him, and a smile appeared on his face, these two were the two great blood cultivation masters he had cultivated, sat in the army, and shocked the world.

For more than ten years, there have been many blood cultivators in the world, but there are only seven people in the world who have practiced "Blood Nerve" to the eighth layer, three of them are in the imperial court, two are in the army, and one has been recruited to serve as the imperial court.

This time, the routine training was carried out as usual.

The wind and snow between heaven and earth are even greater, and they are getting colder and colder.

......

Jiangnan Flower House, in an attic not far away.

On the second floor, a stove makes the room warm and cozy.

The two people in the room felt the same way.

Lu Xiaofeng lifted the warm daughter red on the stove, poured a cup, poured it into his mouth, his eyes were slightly closed, and he was enjoying it comfortably.

"Ah......h

Hua Manlou's dark eyes looked at the old friend in front of him with a smile.

Lu Xiaofeng put down the wine glass and touched the black beard on his lips, although he was over forty years old, he didn't see the slightest color of wind and frost, and his eyes were still full of vitality.

He looked at the building, stared into his eyes, and said with a smile: "Your eyes have recovered, how do I feel that nothing has changed in you." ”

Hua Manlou smiled: "How do you need to change? My eyes are restored, and I am still me." ”

A trace of inexplicability flashed in Lu Xiaofeng's eyes, thinking of some traces he had investigated, he couldn't help but look deeply at the dazzled building, and sighed in his heart, intending to rot everything in his stomach.

Hua Manlou looked out the window, his crystal eyes shining brightly, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

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