Into the Immortal Cultivation

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"In summary, that's what happened." Zhan Woshen looked at his disciples.

Ai Qinglan pointed to himself: "Master, me?"

Zhan Woshen nodded: "Well, it's you."

Ai Qinglan's eyes shone: "Ah, it's interesting! I'll go, I'll go!"

Zhan Woshen felt a bit of a headache: "Girl, sometimes I really don't understand if you understand ... call your kid in your family."

Ai Qinglan immediately froze: "Master, this is not good ..."

When she was determined to continue to use the tissue samples of Poseidon, she was ready to contact the huge dark side hidden by Xianmeng. Since then, her fate has interwoven with that dark reality. Half of her life traits are dark. And she is willing to accept this.

But she didn't want Chen Feng to get involved.

"That kid might look deeper than you?" Mr. Wo Shen shook his head: "Call him over."

Soon, Chen Feng also came to this empirical department of Ai Qinglan.

"Mr. Zhan, how are you?" Chen Feng gave a gift.

Zhan Woshen smiled a little: "Well, you are not bad. I asked you, did Yangshenge tell you about the dragon race?"

Chen Feng ’s first reaction was to see Ai Qinglan: "How do you ..."

After a while, he reacted: "Both of us were selected?"

"What? The two of us?" Ai Qinglan was taken aback. "Eh, eh? The two of us? Leaving China? Go on a trip together?"

Mr. Woshen had an impulse to hit the empirical table. Chen Feng also felt a little embarrassed.

Then, Chen Feng pushed Ai Qinglan away: "I'll talk about this matter, senior ... I think I can take the lead in this kind of thing."

"'I want to be able', Fu Gang is weak, kid." Zhan Woshen looked at Chen Feng playfully: "Since Yangshen Pavilion has already talked to you, then I won't say much. Tell you about you the opinion of."

"First of all, why are we?" Chen Feng said: "When I was in Shenjing, I realized that Xianmeng had hidden something. This kind of behavior is unpleasant to seek the position of the Taoist, but I think, this It should be necessary. Some knowledge is harmful to ordinary people. This is the judgment of Xianmeng. "

Zhan Woshen nodded: "Smart."

"When we touch these contents, we may also suffer some terrible consequences, perhaps the heart is shaken, or we may lose hope for the future." Chen Feng stared at Zhan Woshen: "That was a terrible result, heralding a terrible future . "

"indeed."

"Maybe the seniors have to face it after practicing to a certain stage, but this matter should still be kept secret from the low-level monks." Chen Feng looked at each other with awe-inspiring tone.

Zhan Woshen realized that this young man was not ousting Xianmeng's call, but was angry at the "unreasonableness" in it.

If the knowledge is really terrible, it should be completely out of contact, rather than let some people contact first.

Some people prefer to spend 10,000 yuan to sue for the loss of one yuan. He is not for his own dollar, but for more people without having to be pitted.

-Awe-inspiring temperament ...

Zhan Woshen slightly smiled. He doesn't hate such people.

"The reason is also confidential. You must participate before I can tell you."

"My brothers said the same thing ..." Chen Feng shook his head: "Sister Lan, can you go out first?"

Ai Qinglan was extremely bored and was lying on his stomach to draw a picture of the structure of the spiritual source of life. This is an exercise project she is currently adding to herself. She is trying to solve the geometric problems of bloodline expression with new geometrical methods.

This is also the difficulty of transformation.

After listening to Chen Feng's words, she grew her mouth: "Ah?"

"Aren't you supposed to go through the samples?" Chen Feng had to coax.

"Xiaofeng, you actually thought I was a fool, big fool." Ai Qinglan jumped up: "Have a quick talk!"

Then, Chen Feng looked at Mr. Wo Shen: "I join."

"There is a duty, boy." Mr. Wo Shen smiled: "So, then we can talk about the Dragon Race."

The story of the Dragon Clan, the renewal of the Demon Clan and the New Demon Clan, the existence of the fairy road, the situation of the solar system, and ... the eternal class hypothesis that should not have been involved.

"This universe is too dangerous. We must know more." Mr. Wo Shen sighed: "Now, we must all explore in accordance with the rules of the dragon family."

"Gulong Huang has always been talking about Yunshan fog cover. He said that we better bring young people, we really need to bring young people-I don't know whether his so-called young people are based on the natural life span of the race, rapid growth or cultivation. The relative longevity, or refers to the low-level monk, so you can only bring some. What if this is the chance? "

"He said that it was the beginning of the history of the modern dragon race, and he was not sure whether it was a relic of civilization, ancient heritage, or something else, so we have to make a lot of preparations. The ancient Lingya in Tianlingling is the main body, the other branches are the backbone, To burn the elite of Golden Valley and Shanhe City, and finally add a few tens of thousands of monks to become one monk. "

Chen Feng nodded: "I see."

"agreed?"

"Well, I will go, but Sister Lan's side, I hope to think about it again." Chen Feng said: "After all, it is training."

Training means that there may be disabilities.

Mr. Wo Shen nodded: "Girl, come in."

Ai Qinglan came in. But now, there was a hint of anger on her face.

"Master, I have come back to God. Xiaofeng's response, how about you pitting me?"

"Why did I ever pit you, girl?" Zhan Woshen shook his head: "This time's" secret "may be the root of the modern cultivation of the Dragon race-are you studying the method of transformation? It's also good. "

Ai Qinglan's eyes brightened at once.

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Seven days later, Chen Feng, Ai Qinglan, and more than a dozen other monks who were also to participate in this operation appeared on the surface of the West Sea. Most of these monks, Chen Feng did not know, but during the conversation, he found that these people were actually little-known genius monks. Among them, two are actually Xuanxingguan.

Yes, Xuan Xing Xuan Xuan Xuan Xing Xing Xing Xuan Xing Xuan Xing Xuan Xing Xuan Xing Xuan Xing Xuan Xing.

For ordinary monks, there will always be a process of red heart refining, allowing them to think about their future path and the meaning of eternal life. However, Xuan Xing Xuan is not required. They will face the dark abyss of the universe from the beginning. Able to stay in Xuan Xing Guan, if you don't lose your heart, you will surely feel like a knife, and you will be strong. This also caused some monks to have some misunderstandings about Xuanxingguan.

The two monks wore magenta robes embroidered with Tianhe patterns. Chen Feng wanted to talk up, but the other party's unsmiling look dispelled the idea.

"What's wrong? You don't seem to be very happy these two days." Ai Qinglan said with concern.

"I always feel that this starry sky that I rarely noticed before now seems to be so ... dead." He arrived: "It is also the calculation of Yitian. I have seen people use it to calculate the love. 'And' future '... "

——It is also the calculation of Yitian. Some people have calculated "love" and "future", while others have calculated "eternal class".

It's ... indescribable.

"Hum hum ... the fools of Wanfamen can't calculate 'love'." Ai Qinglan didn't know what Chen Feng was sighing, said: "Wanfamen, Wanfamen. They will only go to the ideal system Enter the ideal conditions, and the result is naturally ideal. But, the reality is not ideal. "

"Hope ..." Chen Feng thought.

He somehow thought of himself and Ai Qinglan when they were young. At that time, Ai Qinglan smashed an antique plate in his home, and another piece of it disappeared. Chen Feng tried to restore the antique, but because of a missing piece, he finally spelled out ... what shape? Maybe a horse?

This memory is so dreamy, he couldn't remember it. But he remembered a truth. If there is a lack of an element, the so-called calculation may be unrecognizable.

——I hope Xianmeng also made a mistake.

Chen Feng thought so.

At this time, a woman wearing a purple dress and a scarf around her neck appeared in front of them with another girl around her big scarf.

Yueluo Lanxi asked: "Are you the last batch of low-level monks of the Xianmeng?"

One of the leading Xuanxingguan monks nodded and said, "Is the Dragon clan's predecessor, exactly ... what are you doing?"

I saw that Yue Luo Lan Xi squeezed a few drops of blood from her fingertips, condensed into a blood blade, and was about to stab the monk. However, Yueluo Lanxi didn't mean to hurt people, so the disciple of Xuanxingguan was able to escape.

Yueluo Lanxi frowned: "You are not even high-ranking, you are not subject to my blood, how can you take you through the door of Xuan Kong?"

Xian Road is divided into three layers. The outer layer, the 'Mortal Door', is based on the celestial force [gravitational force], and connects the nearby celestial bodies along the celestial body's force. Those who are not immortal can also use it. Beyond those six voids, inexplicable heights, connecting innumerable heavens and earth, those who are immortal cannot bear; the last one, beyond time and space, paradoxes, specific things, even ordinary dragons do not know.

But one thing is certain. The super-aura environment in the door of Xuan Kong is not acceptable to ordinary monks.

At this time, a naive voice appeared: "Don't bother. On the essence, on the level, I am also a fairy. I can take them with me because of the relationship between the species."

Chen Feng and Ai Qinglan were startled: "Sister Xi?"

The coming person is the "family" of the human race-the sea **** "Xi".

The personality of the Poseidon is similar to that of the formation of the human race, but without the concept of gender, they chose the appearance of a little girl to live with the human race. I saw the little girl smile slightly and smiled at Chen Feng and Ai Qinglan, the only acquaintances here: "Leave it to me."

Then all monks lost consciousness.

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