The cold wind is blowing, and the dream-wing bamboo forest is quiet and peaceful, just like a glass dream, no one is invading.

Half an hour ago, Zhu Wangyue walked out of the bamboo forest. Unexpectedly, it suddenly caused a sensation. The news flew like snowflakes and paper, spreading to the major forces, crossing the ocean. I believe that it will not take long for the entire Nanhuang to know that the unknown Zhu family is about to step out of a powerful man, rule the continent, and write an indelible legend for Nanhuang.

Shanshui Sect's attitude towards Zhulin Island is to be rewritten, and Zhu Wangyue will soon leave the land that raised him and grow up. Many things must be explained to the people of the tribe. Zhu Lian's death is difficult to reverse, and the truth from five years ago should not be concealed anymore.

The spring flowers bloom and the last is fleeting, and the thin moon comes back after a long period of time.

"I did it. I will make the name of the Zhu family resound throughout the southern desert, even shake the eastern region, and recreate the Zhu family's success."

At this moment, a lonely man who had been strong for decades could no longer show off and shed a drop of heroic tears.

In the bamboo forest.

"Hey, you've been standing stupid for a long time. Your way of doing this will only make me feel that you are unreliable."

The cold voice of the Dream Beast was in Su Xian's divine thoughts. This guy could stand still for a long time, watching him eat Mengyi Zhuye. He was stared at by this hot and crazy gaze. Even the Dream Beast felt uncomfortable all over, and was even crazy, thinking that he had some weird master.

"Are you female? Or female?" Su Xian asked with a silly smile.

"You!" Mengmeng Beast felt depressed, as if he had a slight breath, and couldn't help but say angrily: "In the words of your human race, female!"

"Oh. Then what's your name?" Su Xian learned further, unable to wait to have a good relationship with Mengmeng Beast.

"Dream. Are you talking nonsense?"

"Haha. Then what are your magic tricks?"

"Dream, a hidden world, a dream wing, and a dream wing that is about to be born." Although Su Xian is a complete commodity in the eyes of the Dream Beast, since it has entered the tiger's mouth, it can only submit and answer angrily.

Just as the tide of divine thoughts fell, another divine thought with insufficient confidence sounded weak, and it sounded quite resentful, saying, "Su Xian, why haven't you ever cared about whether I am a male or a hero?"

This is the divine thought of Xuan Tian Turtle.

In the past, the Xuantian Turtle, like this, would never be involved in communication, because it is inferior, so low-key that it does not even have the confidence to speak. However, as its strength continues to improve by leaps and bounds, even its spiritual consciousness has advanced to the fourth level, which has made the turtle slightly expand. Although its nature has not changed, it finally has the courage to speak.

Upon hearing this, Su Xian was speechless.

"Dreamme, hello, I am Xuan Tiangui, I'm very happy to see you."

Little did he know that Xuantian Turtle is rolling excitedly in the Demon Palace, with his head huddled in the thick turtle shell. It was obvious that it was shy and still had great courage when he said this. Then he felt very embarrassed, so he rolled on the soft beach to relieve his inner embarrassment.

"Hello." The Mengmeng Beast's voice was still cold, even if it gnawed the leaves, it showed its arrogance in its bones.

Although, it has no bones.

But this doesn't matter. In short, its tone is cold, like an iceberg that never melts all year round.

Seeing this, Xuan Tiangui knew that he could not continue talking. He didn't know how to communicate with this cold monster, and the guy in the third demon palace who was so proud that he was in the depths of his soul. Thinking of this, Xuan Tiangui couldn't help but feel a little discouraged. It seemed that he would still have a long way to go in the future. He should learn more about how to chat nonsense with Su Xian, the shameless guy.

"Blood Kunpeng." A cold and arrogant voice came from the blood-red demon palace sinking at the bottom of the spiritual sea, which was the simplest self-introduction.

The conversation sounds like a breakup light suddenly lit up, and then extinguished in the empty and silent breath. The spiritual world returned to silence, and a green light suddenly flew out, spreading with an ancient rhyme that had gone through the years. Suddenly, Su Xian felt that there was an extra article in his mind.

The magic technique is the Yanhuang King technique that Qingyu promised before.

In the blink of an eye, four raging flames spread like a burning of the entire spiritual sea. The flames rolled back like a tide, soaring into the air. Four fourth-level alien fires of blue, blue, white and yellow gathered together. Su Xian finally calmed down and no longer paid attention to the food of the dream beast. Instead, he silently closed his eyes and started the cultivation journey of Yanhuang King Art.

Seeing this, Mengmiao Beast snorted, blinked her lively eyes, and held the Mengyi bamboo leaves to taste it again. In the world touched by her divine thoughts, the bright purple light on its body slowly brightened with a faint momentum, indicating that it was recovering from the previous fateful battle with the Nightmare Beast that lasted a day and a night, dark and sunless.

In the forest, Luo Nie and others were also tactfully stopped, but instead searched for each other. Obviously, they had not given up on the legendary dream beast, but they did not dare to get close to Su Xian who was practicing. Not only were they afraid of his ability to challenge Ning Qingkui, but they were also rejected by his fourth-level divine thought that was as proud as a barrier fortress.

Immediately afterwards, an Ice Soul Demon Palace descended, and a giant tortoise that seemed to be carrying black ice slowly climbed out, swallowing Nirvana blood and the fourth-level essence and blood pill together, and then returned to the inside of the Demon Palace, and began its bloodline improvement path without saying a word.

Two days later.

In the center of Shanshui Islands tens of thousands of miles away, Jiang Sihai, as the leader of Shanshui Sect, has reached the top of the Demon Sect. He is a backbone of the huge sect and is even more upright in the Southern Wilderness. A word can cover the sky and the sun, and a beast can turn the rivers and seas and suppress all directions.

However, at this moment, Jiang Sihai beat his chest and stamped his feet, and said in tears, "Feng'er, my father has heard the news of his wind for a long time. I have told you to restrain yourself and do things in a low-key manner. You even hid me and transferred Yuan Keqing to provoke Tianjiyuan. Is that person worthy of offending our Shanshui Sect? Isn't this a white-haired man for my father to send a black-haired man?"

"First, Su Ruxue, the leader of the rising dragon, suffered a disaster. Now you have followed suit. Now this sea area is really a troublesome. My wind..." Jiang Sihai looked at the entire cold hall in a daze, feeling heartbroken.

After a long sigh, several minutes passed.

"The Zhu family, Zhu family. I didn't expect that it was the Zhu family that was neglected by the sect. Alas, I passed my order to confer the Zhu family as the fourth largest clan of Shanshui Sect, and confer Zhu Wangyue as the honorary sect leader of Shanshui Sect. Under his command, he could command hundreds of islands and call the Zhu family to return to the Shanshui Islands. Zhulin Island is still owned by it. In addition, there are tens of millions of hard demon jade, thousands of copies of magic, and hundreds of training resources of core disciples. All the resources of cultivation are given to me. As long as my Shanshui Sect has been blind for years, he will treat the compensation for his clan. This matter has made the deputy sect leader Shui Dangzhu go to do it, and you must not lose the heart of the Zhu family."

"As soon as you enter the Tianji Gate, it's like the sun is at its peak!"

In the towering hall, a tired and exhausted sigh sounded faintly, like the eternal echo of the waves slamming on the reefs, endlessly.

...

The cold winter between heaven and earth has not yet gone far away. The cold spring covers the vast sea, and the waves cannot rise, and the sea is heavy. As Mengyizhu has passed the half-month maturity period, the people on Zhulin Island are also scattered like birds and beasts. This island has caused a storm that swept tens of thousands of miles due to the vague rumors of the dream beast. Unexpectedly, it ended up sloppyly due to the strong intervention of Tianji Academy.

There are only a few lucky people in the disputed place, and the rest are all used as foils to go to one.

The hustle and bustle are as ebbing as the tide. Although the rise of the Zhu family has become a decisive, it still cannot change the disadvantages of Zhulin Island. Fortunately, a few days ago, Shanshui Sect issued an edict to welcome the return of the Zhu family. A hundred islands have been included in the name of Zhu family. Zhulin Island is still the eternal place of origin and a glorious land of the Zhu family.

In the east of Zhulin Island, the back of the Zhu family’s ancient house is a cemetery. There are hundreds of Zhu family heroes buried here for decades. The souls of the Zhu family remain undispersed and will eventually be blessed with sweet rain.

In front of several tombstones, the Zhu family members knelt down devoutly. The leader was a middle-aged man with white hair. He had handsome facial features, deep eyes, and an extraordinary aura flowing all over his body, but this could not hide the grief on his face.

Behind me, there was a burst of sobs.

"Ancestor, I live up to my expectations and finally wish. When I go to Tianjiyuan, the road is bound to be rugged. As a child of the Zhu family, I will overcome all obstacles and finally return in triumphantness and revive the glory of my Zhu family."

"Three brothers, brothers and sisters. I'm sorry. I didn't do what I promised you. Lord.

Tell me, Lian'er had already returned to heaven five years ago, and was already unable to return to heaven. However, the net of heaven was vast and unlimited, and the mastermind behind the scenes had been retribution. But your life was not returned, and you will never return. In addition to your father and brother, this is a disaster for our Zhu family. Now, I will stand Lian'er's tomb by your side, so that the family can reunite."

"Don't leave the horse when you pass by, and don't care about falling into the steamer. The people of the Zhu family will not indulge in the sad autumn wind of yesterday. Our road is ahead."

In the future, the Zhu family will have a new head of the family, and it will not be easy to completely control the hundreds of islands, but it is a matter that the Zhu family has to do and it is also a trend for the reconstruction of the Zhu family. Although Zhu Wangyue will leave, his reputation remains. As long as he goes higher and higher in the Tianji Courtyard, he will eventually become the guardian saint of the Zhu family and even the guardian saint of the entire Southern Wilderness.

The name of a person, the shadow of a tree.

This is the fortune given by the Tianji Academy.

All the dust in the world seemed to have settled, and the people of the three major forces, including the Qing Lu Dynasty, gathered together again, because for them, the trip was far from over. A battle and a gamble were enough to create another history, allowing the glory of the Tianji Academy to subside the Southern Desert and help the Qing Lu Dynasty to rise strongly.

Not many people knew about this big bet. Anyone who knew it focused their attention on the upcoming battle. Even the prince of the Qing Dynasty rushed over, that is, Luo Nie's father, looking forward to this shocking battle that was enough to lay the foundation for the southern wasteland.

All the idle people on Zhulin Island have been expelled. No birds and beasts fly in hundreds of miles. The sky is as blue as a washing, and the sea is as horizontal as a mirror.

Only the Zhu family members and the three major tripod forces in the northeast of the southern desert were watched.

In eight days, it is not difficult for Su Xian to cultivate the Yanhuang King Art. Although the Xuantian Turtle's realm has not improved, its bloodline has reached 38%, and there is still a large amount of time and space to grow in the future.

In the bamboo forest, the dream beast has a horn like a jasper branch on its head, and looks like a deer's horn, a cat's head, a marten body, and a phoenix tail. I don't know if it has been wandering in the world all year round. It is obviously just a magical monster, but it has a sense of frost and moon charm. It is cold and noble. Although it has entered the world, it is not as ordinary as it is.

At this time, after eating Mengyi bamboo leaves for half a month, a pair of star-like crystal clear wings grew behind it, shining brightly and purple at the edges. Although the wingspan is not wide, it has a delicate shape, and is full of beauty and charming.

This is the dream wing that can be traveled between heaven and earth!

In the past half a month, Su Xian has gained a lot, and his cultivation has increased dramatically. It is finally time to test himself.

Su Xian's advantage lies in his infinite talented demonic path and his divine consciousness that he respects his peers, while Ning Qingkuang is strong in the two demon martial arts who are invincible at the same level. The collision between the two must be the top and most exciting scene of the first-level demon king on the ancient continent.

Ning Qingkuang was still wearing a gray robe, but his figure was as elegant as the wind and clouds, his eyes were like lightning, and his terrible body movements suddenly appeared. A ladder seemed to descend from the sky to help him climb step by step, standing far away in the high altitude of the sea.

This technique is very similar to the mysterious technique that Ye Zhiqiu threatened Fan Wenhao in the Magpie Bridge Tower.

Su Xian was wearing a green robe and a white fox was embroidered behind him, just like his clothes when he was at the outer door of Qingqiu Gate.

Su Xian's face was calm, but his faint flashing eyes showed the turmoil in his heart. He was introverted and did not show off like Ning Qingkuan's dragon elephant stepping on the sky. Su Xian was more like a simple ordinary person. He had no peerless body skills, but had a flying monster that changed the color of the world.

This time, without using Wuxiang, the Demon Palace where the blood river swept across the sky suddenly appeared. The shocking and terrifying figure of Blood Kunpeng descended to the world, with a hundred feet of wings and a hundred meters of body, which moved the bystanders, sucking cold air, and a terrifying state of mind suddenly emerged, and his eyes gathered, all staring at the shocking blood shadow in horror.

Holding Su Xian, Blood Kunpeng rode the wind for hundreds of meters, officially standing on the opposite side of Ning Qingkuang.

Ning Qingkuang narrowed his eyes slightly, and there were also huge waves in his heart. He suppressed the shock and stared at Xue Kunpeng, and a passion suddenly arose.

"If you can meet such an opponent in life, it must be the Battle of Qunkong and Jibei! I hope you won't let me down!"

With the bold statements, the storm in this area began to turmoil, and hundreds of people held their breath and focused, floating in the air.
Chapter completed!