In the nameless temple, the incense is still not strong.

The incense at Longzi Temple has been divided up by many temples in more than three months after Long Ling's body died.

Before March, the dragon spirit died, and countless people cried and sent him off for him, but only three months ago, few people mentioned it.

Faith comes and goes, sometimes so quickly.

Yang Yu was indifferent to this, but Yuan Ben stomped his feet in a hurry.

This little guy who has been following his grandfather since childhood and has been influenced by the temple work, has a deep obsession with a temple with a strong incense.

In his opinion, this should be a great time to expand the incense, but his own owner is not in a hurry, so what can he do?

I could only reluctantly follow my own master and practice the crop styles that I don’t know about the Mingtang.

Yu Yang was not in a hurry, even if only a few people came to watch incense every day, he didn't care.

I guide Yuanben’s martial arts every day and experiment with some of my ideas about the unity of immortals and martial arts. When I am free, I wander around the streets and alleys every day.

But his practice has not been lost.

The change of heaven and earth and the breakthrough of upper limits have made progress every day and every moment than before. This feeling is really too beautiful for him.

It made him reluctant to waste a little.

Every day, he only slept for two hours. In addition, he was to swallow and spit out spiritual qi, carry magic power, nourish his body, practice martial arts, and refine his natal magic weapons...

Han Jiu, every seven days, will carry a large number of mysterious stones every time he arrives, and this will be repeated.

Yuan Magnetic Five Elements Mountain is still a low-grade magic weapon, but Yang Yu's Yuan Magnetic rotation has advanced to the third level.

At this point, his understanding of the path of Yuan Magnetic was exhausted.

If you want to make progress again, you will practice hard like the magical powers of enlightenment, exhaling breath, and shaking the sky and the earth.

It is extremely difficult to practice supernatural powers.

Even if he realized the truth once and understood the true meaning of supernatural powers, after three months, his entry would not be comparable to the rotation of the Yuan magnetic field.

On the contrary, his magic power has been promoted by him, and it has been level with the Taoist practice for two hundred years!

In addition, what he has made the most progress is martial arts!

The spirit and flesh are united, and the divine hiding is approached.

Yang Yu did not directly seek divine sect, but used his magic power to slap the fine particles that formed himself.

This process looks extremely complicated and long, but it can be revealed to the outside, and his body, which is difficult to damage, is actually progressing.

"The gains from enlightenment have been digested."

Looking at the burning clouds in the sky, Yang Yu Ran thought.

He likes this feeling of increasing day by day and improving all the time in peace.

only……

"The breath of disaster seems to be getting deeper and deeper..."

Looking at the black Yin Tang of the pilgrim who came to burn incense, Yang Yu couldn't help but shake his head.

Since he came to this world, he has never seen a person who is not black in the Yin Tang.

Li Ningyang was plagued by disasters. The master of magic powers in the city, the ten capitals, and even Fang Qing, the true master of Cangjiangmen who was deposed here, also turned black in Yintang.

Even himself was plagued by disasters...

After glanced at the Yin Tang who was faintly black in the Eight Nine Profound Art Mirror, Yang Yu was a little numb.

The consequence of everyone carrying the catastrophe energy is that even if he possesses Tongyou and the eight or nine mysterious skills, he has no way to tell where the catastrophe comes from...

"It's time to condense the 'incarnation'..."

Yu Yang took a deep breath.

As early as three months ago, he had accumulated a hundred years of magic power. The reason why he waited until now was to digest the understanding that day.

Now, it's naturally time.

Taking the two realms as the incarnation, this not only means that one more life, but also means that he can leave a way out for himself.

So what if the disaster is coming?

...

...

Huh ~

Three bright moons are in the sky, and the smoke and waves in the blue pool of 18,000 miles are faint. I wonder how many aquariums are wandering in it.

Under the faint and dark moonlight, a lonely boat floated from this rarely visited blue wave pool.

On the lonely boat, a Taoist in green was sitting cross-legged. He was wearing a feather crown, with a handsome face, but his eyes were dark red, and his vertical pupils looked cold.

Hurry!

As the boat approached, big waves suddenly appeared in the blue wave pool. Two teams of aquatics wearing armor rose up and welcomed them separately:

"Mr. Ye, my king, have been waiting for a long time..."

As the waves surge, the dark bottom of the pond was bright, with fairy light lingering everywhere, divine light flowing, spiritual mist and elixir air lingering, and there were many palaces. I don’t know how many.

"Have you been working!"

The Taoist only raised his eyebrows and let the water waves roll up and penetrated deep into the bottom of the pond.

call!

The undercurrent surged, and in just a few moments, the Taoist had already gotten off the boat, but saw the crystal palace at the bottom of the pond shining brightly and beautifully.

There are countless aquatic races outside, and there are endless beauty inside.

"Although I'm not here for the first time, I still feel very envious whenever I see Brother Ao's crystal palace!"

"Hahaha!"

There was a laugh coming from the crystal palace, and a slender and hard-faced young man stepped out.

His face was strong and his breath was very masculine. His laughter stirred up the waves of water for ten miles. Countless aquariums, regardless of whether they had the intelligence or not, knelt down.

This person is the master of Bibo Pond, Ao Bo, who is the one who has two thousand miles of Bibo Pond.

The two of them put their arms into the Crystal Palace and each sat down. Under the service of many women, they drank delicious wine and food. It was not long before they could.

"If Brother Ye likes it, how about giving it to you?"

Ao Bo smiled.

"Um?"

Taoist Ye was slightly stunned and laughed:

"Bibotan has 12,000 miles of 10,000 tributaries under its jurisdiction, and there are four or five cities with tens of millions of people.

Every year, I can’t enjoy all the sacrifices for people. How could Brother Ao be willing to give up such a big family?"

"It's just a pond, what can I bear to bear?"

Ao Bo smiled faintly, but said nothing more, and said:

"Brother Ye is here, he is here for Wantao River..."

"I know I can't hide it from Brother Ao."

Taoist Ye sighed softly:

"Even if we live for thousands of years, if we don't have to worship, we will be unable to turn into a dragon. I heard that Wan Tao's Dragon Spirit died, so I came to ask for my brother..."

"Brother Ye's cultivation is not inferior to Ao, and just Wan Taojiang, how can he be worthy of you?"

Ao Bo pressed the cup and mentioned the old story again:

"What do you want to give this Bibotan?"

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Ye Daoren's face froze and he was already a little unhappy:

"Even if Brother Ao is reluctant to let Wan Taojiang go, don't joke!"

"Brother Ye misunderstood!"

Ao Bo shook his head slightly:

"Ao is about to return to the endless sea. Instead of being occupied by those bird monsters, this blue wave pool is better given to Brother Ye."

"Um?"

Ye Daoren's eyelids twitched slightly:

"Brother Ao has something to say, why not just say it..."

"It's true that Wan Tao Jiang Long Ling is a brother of Ao's clan. After his death, some elders in the clan were furious..."
To be continued...