The Grand Void – Becoming a Dragon

　　 Dongzhou.

　　 The head of the thirty-six blessed land, Tianyu blessed land, in the territory of Taiyuanzong.

　　 A figure was seen from a distance, walking forward, slowly and very hard.

　　 On his back, there was an old man with gray hair, dying and bleeding from the corners of his mouth.

　　 "Fu Lao, hold on..."

　　 Walking with the old man on his back, he was a young man with blood all over his body. His clothes were messy, his hair was loose, and his face was handsome.

　　 On his left face, there is a vertical wound, about two inches long, making his face full of blood.

　　 He was panting, holding a sword in one hand.

　　 And the blood on the sword kept falling.

　　 He reluctantly lifted the knife and waved it.

　　 "Little Bai, fly faster, and immediately pass the blood book I wrote to the son."

　　 The white eagle hovering above its head spread its wings and flew high.

　　 He exhaled, and tightened the old man on his back to prevent him from falling.

　　 "Old Fu, you have to hold on to it, the son's business here depends on you."

　　 "Although I am extremely clever, but when it comes to fundamentals, that is, I am a handsome swordsman. I have never learned the intrigue in the business field, but I will not."

　　 He threw the sword on the ground, took a breath, and carried the old man on his back, and continued on.

　　 After two steps, he stopped again, stretched out his right hand, and rubbed a hand on his left face, only to feel very painful.

　　 He put his right hand in front of his eyes, and his hand was full of blood.

　　 Her face hurts, and her heart hurts, so she took a breath.

　　 "Fucking fart!"

　　 "This group of bastards, dare to kill Lao Tzu, you have the courage."

　　 "Forget about hurting Fu Lao, but dare you to destroy the masterful appearance of the master?"

　　 Yue Ting snorted, spit out blood, and angrily said: "When the old man of my family arrives, I will pull you out one by one. Master, I will cut off all your faces."

　　——

　　 Gather in the Holy Mountain Blessed Land.

　　 Dongsheng Dynasty, Huaian Fengcheng, Zhongwang Mountain.

　　 is when the sky is refreshing.

　　 Lu He sent a letter.

　　 "Whose letter?"

　　 "The Seven Princes."

"Oh?"

　　 "The seventh prince, this morning, ordered someone to send a generous gift and a letter to ask the son to read it."

　　 "Come here, let me see."

　　 Zhuang Ming looked indifferent, opened it, and glanced at it, revealing a mocking look.

　　 "I apologize for the fact that Song Tianyuan, his adviser, is an enemy of me, and has already started to clean up the remnants of the Song family, and give me an explanation."

　　 "What?" Lu He was quite surprised.

　　 "Speaking of speaking, King Chen supported the Prince of Donggong. The reason why Song Tianyuan returned to Huai'an this time and secretly reported me to King Chen was a bit of a hint of turning the tiger away from the mountain."

　　 Zhuang Ming said: "It was probably for the Seventh Prince to stay in the capital and have more confidence, but unfortunately it was planted in my hands. Now this Seventh Prince is really cruel."

　　 Lu He slowly said, "If it were not for being cruel, Song Tianyuan would not choose to assist him."

　　 Zhuang Ming smiled and said, "This is also true."

After 　　 finished speaking, he asked again: "How is the matter?"

　　 Lu He responded: "According to the son's order, it's roughly completed, but..."

　　 Zhuang Ming said: "Say something straight."

　　 Luhe said, "It's just that I have Qianlong Villa, where Dragon Lord sits, and it is safer than the palace. The son has arranged everything but is so eager. Why?"

　　 Zhuang Ming felt the vibration of Zhen Qi, and slowly said: "I am uneasy, and I must take precautions."

　　——

　　 The backyard is located.

　　 Sang Ling is still preparing, according to the son's instructions, preparing the corresponding prescription.

　　 Over the years, the son has taught her many things.

　　 And refining medicine is also the most important thing for the son.

　　 "Since Song Tianyuan, it has been Wang Chen who has come here again, making troubles one after another, making the son always think about countermeasures, and sleep and eat."

　　 "It's not easy, with Long Jun sitting in town, even the emperor of the Dongsheng Dynasty needn't be afraid."

　　 "But the son has been restless for the past two days."

　　 "After finishing this, I will refine a soothing incense for the son."

　　 She thought this way, looked at the stove in front of her, and pressed her lips slightly.

　　——

　　中定府.

　　 There is a middle-aged man with his hands on his back, walking slowly.

　　 He set foot on this land yesterday.

　　 Unexpectedly, there are no traces of practitioners on this land.

　　 Cultivators are regarded as illusory existences, only existing in ancient books hundreds of years ago, or in stories and legends fabricated by mortals in recent years, and are revered as gods.

　　 "The vast world, all living beings, are ordinary people."

　　 The middle-aged man secretly said: "This is a thoroughly mundane world. Compared to the heavenly blessed land, it is even more complete...like a barbarian land?"

　　 "Heavenly Stars Blessed Land, at any rate, there is the Tianji Pavilion hanging high for nine days, and there are elders and disciples of the outer door, walking in the world, monitoring all changes within the blessed land."

　　 "And in this world, there are no traces of monitoring. It seems that there are really no practitioners and absolutely no practice."

　　 He traveled in Dongzhou, but he also set foot in many places.

　　 has never met any place, so weird.

　　 There is no spiritual practitioner in such a vast area.

　　 even the word "cultivation" has become a word in fairy stories in the eyes of the world, and it belongs to an unreal legend made up.

　　 But for him, the simpler this world is, the more relaxed and unconstrained he will be.

　　 "The thing about the dragon and the dragon is probably true."

　　 The middle-aged man secretly said: "It's just that these ordinary people, even practitioners, are regarded as fairy gods in the legend, and they are dubious about the dragon and dragon. They can only listen to stories..."

　　 There is a rumor from the city that a dragon flew out of Qianlong Villa in Zhongwang Mountain and defeated the southern army of more than 20,000 towns.

　　 But many people can't believe it all, they just treat Qianlong Villa as a hidden soldier to resist the Zhennan Army.

　　 But he walked through the world, probed, and from the details of the story, he can roughly conclude that the matter is true.

　　 But whether it's true or false, he still has to go through it himself.

　　 "The mundane world without a practitioner, but a dragon comes out."

　　 "It's also a weird thing."

　　 "No matter what, if there is a dragon that has just become a big demon, this seat will be worthwhile."

　　 "Fengcheng, Zhongwang Mountain, Qianlong Villa?"

　　 "Is this direction?"

　　 The middle-aged man looked over and stepped on his feet.

　　 Mana transporter, wind and clouds gather.

　　 He soared into the sky, straight into Qingming.

　　——

　　 Qianlong Mountain Villa.

　　 After the catastrophe, everything was rebuilt.

　　 And the villa has also restored its former scene.

　　 In front of the gate, two guards, both wearing long swords, stood aside.

　　 Not long ago, the aisle behind the door was full of corpses, full of blood.

　　 The open space before the villa is full of corpses, blood and water accumulating.

　　 The paw print of the dragon was filled up yesterday.

　　 "On that day, the Dragon Lord rose from the villa, entered the storm, and later descended, smashing the Quartet~www.wuxiahere.com~ and sweeping the army, it was really fierce."

　　 "Yes, Long Jun's body, entangled, is bigger than the house, but after that day, it disappeared. Where is it hiding? In our villa, it seems that there is no place to hide Long Jun..."

　　 "You were not in front that day, and I was following Master Liu. I can see that Long Jun is in his shape and size. He became a lot smaller in an instant, and he was put in his sleeve."

　　 During the conversation between the two guards, the Liu Ye talked about was Liu Quan that day.

　　 On the same day, Liu Quan made great contributions and made breakthroughs in martial arts. He was given a great reward by Zhuang Ming, and his status was also elevated, replacing the previous Lu Yang and taking on the burden left by Lu Yang after his death.

　　 Ordinary guards call it Liu Ye.

　　 "Speaking of this..."

　　 The guard on the left was just speaking in general.

　　 saw the guard on the right, his face changed slightly, and he shouted, "Who are you?"

　　 Before the gate of the villa, there was suddenly one more person, silent.

　　 This man looks like middle-aged and has a plain expression. He stands with his hands behind his hands and his eyebrows show arrogance.

　　 "Go in and report, let Zhuang Ming come to welcome this seat."

　　 "Dare to ask the driver, where do you come from?"

　　The guard frowned slightly. Now the son is as tall as a god, but this person has a arrogant tone and is extremely disrespectful. He dared to call the son by his name, and even threatened to ask the son to welcome him in person. What is the origin?

　　 The middle-aged man's eyes condensed, and he shouted: "The generation of ants! Noisy!"

　　 He stretched out his hand and waved suddenly!

　　 bang!

　　 Both guards snorted, vomiting blood together, and all fell on their backs.

　　 Only in a moment, the two of them had collapsed in their chests, damaged their internal organs, and died violently.

　　 But the middle-aged man stopped waiting and stepped into the villa.