Since the loss of the Banyan Tree as a demon, the evening in the miasma has become unusually quiet.

The aurora in the Crack in the Sky seemed to follow the ancient teachings, rising high into the sky every hour after a while, when it was still orange dusk outside, and the depths of the miasma turned into a dark night with no fingers visible.

The wind and clouds surge, and the heavens and the earth change color.

As soon as Wang Zimo retracted his divine sense, he saw a huge whirlpool suddenly appear above the Sanqing Palace. The entire whirlpool stretched for thousands of miles, slowly rotating clockwise around the center of the sky above the Sanqing Palace, and countless black mist evaporated upward, being sucked into the whirlpool, forming a huge spiral arm that continued to rotate.

It wasn't until the miasma cleared that the whirlpool slowly stopped.

Standing on the ground and looking up at the sky, the whirlpool completely formed by black vitality was like a thick dark cloud, and in a few moments, it really rained the size of broad beans.

The black one, like a splash of ink, blooms on the ground.

In an instant, the lifeless miasma came alive.

The raindrops turned by the black Yuan Force fell on the ground, and were instantly absorbed by the dried soil, and in less than half a cup of tea, they were covered with all kinds of flowers and plants at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the ancient trees were lush.

"Waste, this is simply a sorrow for the Holy Shrine of Tyrannical Things!"

Wang Zimo immediately tugged at his heart, he knew what the black Yuan Force meant, it was the final extreme Yuan Force formed after the essence of countless cultivators' Yuan Force was mixed.

He was originally ambitious, and wanted to move these black Yuan forces to the Dantian Domain along with the Sanqing Palace.

Just now, he was particularly excited, and he looked forward to it in his heart, hoping that it would better condense a bead, so that it would save a lot of trouble, and he wouldn't have to run to the sky to collect the whirlpool.

Knowing that things backfired, it rained in the sky.

Linlang was still stubbornly dragging the Sanqing Palace towards Wang Zimo, and when she saw that there was suddenly an extra flower pot in his hand, she was even more sure of her thoughts.

"The old stump must have been caught in the sealed realm by him, and now he wants to trick me in, aunt and grandmother, I won't be fooled by you! Hmph! I'll see how I clean you up later!"

She only guessed half right, but she didn't expect that Wang Zimo was not opening the sealing realm, but the broader dantian domain.

In fact, Wang Zimo also has an idea, that is, to use the Sanqing Palace as the opportunity pavilion of the Fengtian God Sect, and rank it alongside the Bagua Pavilion, the Jishi Pavilion and the Qitian Pavilion. There are 3,700 pieces of jade in the Sanqing Palace, and each piece of jade contains the lifelong perception of a cultivator in the Yuan Infant Period or even the Mahayana Period.

With such a powerful treasure trove, even if you use the tactics of the sea of people, you can pry open a few jade stones and pass on the exercises.

The more he thought about it, the more excited he became, and the corners of his eyes narrowed into thin lines.

His eyes flickered, like a dormant cheetah, staring at Linlang who was about to become his prey, quietly waiting for the opportunity.

And Linlang is also waiting for the opportunity.

This rain came too suddenly, Linlang was locked up in the palace for five hundred years, and he had never seen this black mist rise into the sky and rain torrentially.

And this rain is not muddy, it falls to the ground and blooms, and it is green everywhere, a vibrant scene.

"Well, give my aunt and grandmother's life!"

Linlang was only three zhang away from Wang Zimo, and the little girl suddenly opened her arms like crazy, and a small braid naturally spread out, draped on the snow-white fragrant shoulders like fire. The jade-colored silk fairy skirt was propped up into countless crumbs by the surging demonic power, and the little girl was dressed in obscene clothes, with a half-foot-long fox fur on her white and tender belly, slender arms and straight lead legs, and a thick and long fluffy fox tail swaying back and forth behind her.

"You...... Fox...... The fox's tail is out!"

The prince opened his mouth silently, leaned to the left, and tilted his neck to look behind Linlang.

The wandering gaze fell on the fluffy fox tail from the pointed ears on the top of Linlang's head, and the little girl quickly wrapped herself in the big tail, and with a flick of her hand, the Sanqing Palace slammed into the prince's crooked head like a meteor hammer.

"I'm going to you girl, and I'm actually hiding my strength!"

Wang Zimo was startled by the oncoming big house, and hurriedly hid to the side.

On second thought, wasn't this delivered to the door?

With Wang Zimo's wicked smile, he hurriedly opened the dantian domain and took in the Sanqing Palace with a "whoosh!"

And before Linlang could let out an exclamation, he was dragged by the purple-gold chain around his neck, and was dragged into Wang Zimo's dantian domain like a rocket along with countless black yuan forces.

"Hey!"

A sigh came from the distant starry sky.

The sky and the earth are clear, and there is no black Yuan Force blocking the view.

Wang Zimo saw the poppy-colored aurora slowly swim like a huge red satin, isolating Chaos from Kyushu.

Suddenly, those eyes reappeared in the cracks.

Its golden gaze swept directly to the earth like a torch through the bewitching aurora, turning back and forth three times, but it never found the shadow of the Sanqing Palace and the Divine Banyan Tree.

In the end, those eyes fell on Wang Zimo.

In the face of such coercion, Wang Zimo could only stiffen and stand still, as if he would be burned into ashes by the other party's blazing gaze as long as a thought flashed in his heart.

Wang Zimo will never forget the embarrassment of being chased by those eyes and running away five years ago, the higher his cultivation, the stronger this feeling of impending death becomes.

He held his breath and beat a drum in his heart, hoping that the other party would not recognize him.

How is this possible?

Those eyes stared at Wang Zimo for a long time, and from Wang Zimo's body, the other party felt the breath of the Divine Heavenly Technique, and it looked at the Xuanyang Sword inserted in the door beam of the Qingming Residence, and then withdrew its gaze and disappeared into the vast sky.

Wang Zimo was suddenly relieved, sat down on the ground, and then lay down on his back with his arms outstretched.

He breathed heavily, his chest rose and fell violently, his ribs were cramped by his heart, and he couldn't help but hold his chest with both hands and press down hard, and he pressed it three more times before exhaling a breath of turbidity.

"Who the hell is he? Looking from the Five Heavens, just one look almost killed me. Is this what the Divine Tree said about the cultivation of the Yuan Infant Period?"

Lying on the wet grass, Wang Zimo couldn't help but tremble, and he wondered, "When will I reach the Yuan Infant Stage?"

For the first time, Wang Zimo's thirst for power has never been greater!

This time was different from the fight between Da Ji and Mo Hongyan in Sanhezhuang five years ago, when he was annoyed because he couldn't help, and his desire for strength could be said to be passive.

And this time, he personally experienced the power of the capable, and the invincible eyes deeply touched Wang Zimo.

What kind of ghosts, what demons and monsters, in front of the Yuan Infant cultivator, like that thin window paper, will be broken when stabbed.

He pursed his lips into a line, raised his head and stared out of the sky, and secretly made up his mind that he must fight with this day!

Even if you can't be the strongest, you must not be bullied in front of others!

"By the way, it's time to find Xiang Ming to ask for exercises!"

Thinking of this, Wang Zimo hurriedly got up from the ground, and suddenly felt that his body bones were as uncomfortable as falling apart, and he almost stumbled and fell to the ground.

Low back pain, leg pain, arm pain, neck pain......

There is no place in the body that does not hurt.

Wang Zimo gritted his teeth and straightened up, and looked at the big pit dug by Linlang in front of the Baiyun Dao Hall, and suddenly snickered in his heart, sweeping away all the negative emotions.

"Have you thought about it, I don't have time to spend here with you!"

Wang Zimo stood at the door of Qingming Residence, with his back to the house and looking at the Mingbao Palace. His gaze passed through the cracked sky, through the vast Jingzhou, and fell on the Lu family's palace group in Dongqu.

At this time, the Lu family should have already made a move.

Five years ago, Wang Zimo and Lu Zhidie got married, and agreed that five years later, the Lu family would send troops to the Central Plains to seize the land they owned. In the past five years, Wang Zimo has worked hard to strengthen the power of the Fengtian God Sect, not expecting to contribute anything to the Han and Tang Kingdoms, only hoping to protect himself in the troubled times.

"Think clearly, think clearly!"

Xiang Mingfang ran over from behind the wall, "I've thought it out a long time ago, I'll give you half of the exercises first, and then follow you to dominate the world!"

The prince didn't talk nonsense with him, there were inheritance jade in the Sanqing Palace, and it was a big deal that he took some time to comprehend.

It's just that Linlang's little girl is not easy to mess with.

But it's not troublesome, in his dantian domain, what else can't be done?

The reason why Xiang Ming was given a chance was because he didn't want to waste time.

"Hey, don't go, don't go!" Xiang Ming was so anxious that he was about to cry, "I'll give it, I'll give it to you, I'll give you the Purple Mansion Period exercises I prepared for myself!"