In fact, the experience of the Dragon Gate may be longer, which is why some gods fell into the ancient times of the Dragon Gate and could not extricate themselves. They could no longer tell the difference between the real world and everything they experienced when they were wandering in their bodies.

The choice to forget the dragon gate is also a relatively reasonable protection for Zhu Minglang himself.

Otherwise, it would be hard to say whether Zhu Minglang, who stepped out of the white cocoon, was the pure, kind, innocent and humorous Zhu Minglang, was the first one. Maybe he was a big devil who hated evil!

It's better to have a nap.

After a night, all the troubles have passed.

...

...

The pine wood is green, but it touches the endless sea of ​​clouds.

The sun is rising, bright red as jade.

A year and a half passed in a flash. Zhu Minglang woke up from his long sleep in seclusion, stood on the branches of the green pine trees, felt the thin and cold air above the clouds, and watched this beautiful scenery.

The sword spirit dragon is next to Zhu Minglang, like a red bird. It always wants to explore new things around it, but it is unwilling to leave Zhu Minglang too far. It has drawn a standard circle in its heart, five miles, and the five miles are the area where it explores and plays.

"You don't have to be by my side all the time, just go around. In fact, it's like in Juntian, when you are above the sky, you can bring me a great sense of security." Zhu Minglang said to the sword spirit dragon.

For some reason, Zhu Minglang felt that after the sword spirit dragon experienced that disaster, it seemed that it had awakened some consciousness.

Its emotions are fuller and its thoughts are clearer. It will communicate with Zhu Minglang, and even play with Zhu Minglang. Like other dragons, it has its own little temper and habits.

Zhu Minglang actually wanted to see this transformation of the sword spirit dragon. After all, it had always been careful and cherished by it around him without any mistakes...

But now it is more like a child with wisdom.

Zhu Minglang also knew that this transformation was hard-won, and that the nature of any creature yearned for freedom.

Zhu Minglang encouraged the sword spirit dragon, gave it more space and let it think about everything in this world...

After all, one day he will leave. Even if he dies, the sword spirit dragon will have a long and long time to leave. Zhu Minglang hopes that it will meet a little master like Vega in the future.

The sword spirit dragon was approved and flew far away.

Although it is precious to the sky and the sun, overlooking the world, it is still following the trajectory and it is parading. The feeling is like looking at a dynamic picture, unable to feel it.

Now the sword spirit dragon is free. It is experiencing the ups and downs of the mountains, feeling the dampness and softness of the clouds, and experiencing the pleasure of ripples passing through a long lake...

The smell of meadows and soil, the fragrance of mountain flowers and fruits, and the comfort brought by the sun and the wind, these perceptions that were never seen in the past have gradually awakened now.

It is no longer a cold weapon!

It is no longer a tool to be used at will.

"Down~"

The sword spirit dragon leaped over Changhu and climbed over the forest. In front of it, there was an open mountain ridge corridor. These mountain ridges were purple, with little vegetation, but the rock layers covered were particularly exquisite and gorgeous, and even the soil seemed to have been washed and dyed.

Along the mountain ridge corridor, you can see rows of exquisite wooden houses. The eaves covered with beautiful mountain ridges are also particularly unique. I believe that there are also a group of hardworking tribes here.

However, the sword spirit dragon did not see the comfort and tranquility they imagined. When flying to the highest point of the mountain ridge corridor, the sword spirit dragon finally saw the people living here. They did not enjoy the comfortable and comfortable life here, but each of them carried a basket of purple stones on their shoulders...

Young and middle-aged people often carry a whole huge piece of purple rock, while old, young, women and children carry the rock flakes that were originally used to build eaves.

In this way, the vast team kept moving towards the highest mountain ridge, going up the mountain and down the mountain, slapped their bodies, their skin was cracked by the sun, and the flesh on their bodies was strangled with blood marks. Everyone had a similar expression.

The sword spirit dragon flew to the highest point, and then he saw that the people from the Ziyan Tribe were building a magnificent artifact at the top of the top. This artifact was in the shape of a halberd. After countless years of hard work, the halberd has begun to take shape.

Even if it is a semi-finished product, the sword spirit dragon can feel that this divine halberd is absorbing the essence of heaven and earth. It is like a god, given the power of faith. The entire tribe regards it as a god, and it becomes a god in this way!

If this is really the faith and totem of the entire tribe, Jian Linglong felt that each of them should not be like this, and even the pain had disappeared from their faces.

It shouldn't be like this without any hope or longing, as if such days are gone!

...

The sword spirit dragon observed for a while and did not appear rashly.

It immediately flew back to the sky. At this time, the ancient pine dragon rested on the sky clouds. The sword spirit dragon flew back to Zhu Minglang and told Zhu Minglang what he saw and heard.

Zhu Minglang was surprised at first. The sword spirit dragon could finally describe something completely, which shows that its spiritual wisdom is getting higher and higher.

"It may be some kind of barbaric belief. This matter is under our jurisdiction. Let's go and have a look." Zhu Minglang said.

As he said that, Zhu Minglang told the other dragon babies to train well and not be lazy, so he stepped onto the sword spirit dragon and flew into the purple mountain ridge corridor with his sword.

"By the way, this is already the realm of Xuantian. Xuantian gods have many magical systems, complex systems, and separatist forces. We are just here..." Zhu Minglang said to the sword spirit dragon.

"Have?" Jian Linglong said, we have to act low-key?

Zhu Minglang shook his head and then said, "We have to do whatever we want to avoid some little hairy gods coming to cause trouble for us. Now our principle of dealing with things is simple and crude, and brutal, and brutal law enforcement!"

The sword spirit dragon uses faster flight speed and already understands the key points!

Riding on the wind and fighting the sword, a gorgeous red light in the blue sky dragged the long flame tail, landing in the mountain ridge in a stunning way.

The reason why numbness is numb is that no matter how bright the clouds appear above the head, the colorful birds cannot alarm their attention.

Zhu Minglang appeared above them, and they had no reaction, as if all the beautiful, unfortunate, amazing and mysterious things had nothing to do with them, they were just a single creature!
Chapter completed!