The Seven Immortal Dragon happily took Zhu Minglang to wander in this colorful marsh divine soil.

Zhu Minglang discovered that the scene he had seen before was completely different from the scene he saw when the Seven Immortals Dragon led the way.

Where I walked before, all I could see was the endless colorful Shaze, which was nothing but the gorgeous colors. I couldn't help feeling tired after watching it for a long time.

When the Seven Immortal Dragon took him around, Zhu Minglang saw many different colorful lakes. These colorful lakes were clean and holy. The water melted like the snow of the Tianshan Mountains, and the colorful sand was as clean as gems and pearls. The sight was slightly lower. You could see the bottom of the lake at a glance, and you could also see the fish swimming in the lake. It was extremely clean and gave people the feeling that they were swimming in the air!

Some fish spirits are fluorescent, like folk-painted lanterns, and some lake grasses are spread out neatly like flower-colored carpets. The fairy spirits surrounding here are no longer so resistant to people thousands of miles away. They will actively gather together, and then float into people's noses and throats like fresh and clean air. The whole person seems to be washed by the extreme clean here, forgetting the pain, and the anger and restlessness are also relieved.

It was like a door was pushed open.

What I saw just now was completely different from what the Seven Immortal Dragon Leader himself saw.

Now Zhu Minglang believes that this is the place where the gods once lived, and he also feels the extraordinaryness of this divine soil.

"Can I practice here?" Zhu Minglang asked the Seven Immortals Dragon.

The Seven Immortal Dragon nodded and expressed a very welcome.

If it weren't for the fact that people were rarely visited here, Zhu Minglang really wanted to build a mansion in this divine soil and live here for a long time. I believe that if I was immersed in the world for ten or eight years, I would be truly invincible after being born again.

Unfortunately, this is not Zhu Minglang's way of practicing.

He is still more obsessed with the world, with friends, relatives, and couples...

But when you really need to concentrate on your cultivation and need to be quiet and quiet to plan your own way of practice, resting here is indeed the most perfect thing.

The distracting thoughts in my heart are slowly dissipating, and Zhu Minglang also knows that this distracting thought is related to the demon of the heart.

He is not a pure and good practitioner, and even a good practitioner, who is upright and upright, will actually be trapped by his own path. Zhu Minglang recalled that messy dream, and now he is sure that it is his own demon.

Moreover, the Saint War was cut off directly at that time, which also caused some inner demons.

The inner demon hopes to control everything, possess everything, and enjoy everything.

The inner demon hopes to do whatever he wants and hopes to be lost in his current prestige and power.

If he had just come down from the Yaoshan Sword Sect and had not experienced the ups and downs of life, Zhu Minglang would be easily influenced by the inner demons, but now he has matured too much... He already knows clearly what he wants, what he is addicted to beauty, what he loves money and dragons all come from his original heart, what his inner demons, etc. There is really no need to shake himself, make him feel that he is still saved, and he may be a gentleman.

With no distraction, practice is the most effective at this time.

While quietly absorbing the rich spiritual energy in this colorful divine soil, Zhu Minglang was thinking about some sword intent that he had never tried before in his mind.

The sword spirit dragon flew in the sky ahead of Zhu Minglang. What kind of sword picture did Zhu Minglang describe in his mind, and what kind of sword track would the sword spirit dragon swung simultaneously.

The other dragons were not idle either, lying in the place with the strongest spiritual energy. Nuwa Dragon curled her graceful and enchanting body, sat next to Zhu Minglang, folded her hands and chanting some ancient languages ​​softly.

The black dragon inhales and exhales, but it doesn't know why. After each inhalation, some impurities in its body will be eliminated as it exhale. After the impurities are exhale, it feels that its body is much lighter.

Xiaobai did not occupy Zhu Minglang's shoulders, yawned, and was fishing some small fish in Caihu with the dragon's tail.

The King of Hell and the Dragon of Heaven do not like this kind of overly sacred place. They only absorb the spiritual energy gathered from Zhu Minglang in the spiritual realm.

The little golden dragon seemed to have discovered a wonderful paradise. It ran around in this colorful divine soil and chased after those beautiful lake spirits when they saw them.

The peach demon deer dragon obediently lay beside Nuwalong, and devoted himself to practicing as Nuwalong, and gradually appeared some fairy zodiac signs on his body.

This state gave Zhu Minglang some small understanding of the sword realm.

That day, Zhu Minglang also asked Linghu Ling about the sword realm.

Zhu Minglang didn't know whether there was another level in the Sword Realm.

Use wind as gravel, and use heaven and earth as furnace...

If there is the next sword realm, what will it be, and what kind of power can it achieve?

Moreover, Zhu Minglang still couldn't understand it at all.

The sword realms that I have learned since childhood are obviously very clever sword cultivation systems. In the Dragon Gate, Zhu Minglang has few opponents in his fellow practitioners with these two levels of sword realm. When learning some extremely difficult sword techniques, it seems to be particularly relaxed, as if he is inseparable from it.

...

Zhu Minglang has no idea whether time is passing.

He is comprehending bit by bit.

At the same time, I am also recalling every bit of my sword practice.

For some reason, Zhu Minglang always felt that the useless sword intent he practiced at the beginning was like a perfect bridge in his current realm, so that he would not step on the shortage in the progress of the realm, nor would he find that he had actually chosen the wrong path during the speeding process.

Everything seemed to be laid out.

Zhu Minglang opened his eyes and vaguely felt that he had thought some things too simple.

He thought of a man with a simple Taoist robe and long hair tied with a wooden hairpin. She danced her sword in the snow, but it seemed to be colder than the snow.

After she abandoned the sword cultivator, everything she could see in her eyes was disappointment...

Zhu Minglang was still confused before.

But now Zhu Minglang can probably understand the reasons for the disappointment and indifference.

The master who taught himself the sword realm seemed to have taught him the sword intent of the Divine Realm.

Unfortunately, Zhu Minglang never saw her again after meeting her that time.

The road to cultivation is long, and I don’t know when I will meet again.

The inner demon Zhu Minglang may not have it.

This is one of them.

...

Meditation does not mean that you don’t think about anything.

Instead, my heart is like a quiet water and thinking about the things that have made me feel emotionally turbulent. Whether it is grudges or entanglement, it is no longer just about having my own paranoid and childish thoughts, but just thinking about the past, or even using a third-party evaluation.

To calmly remove the past waves is also a kind of practice and to train a person's state of mind.

Zhu Minglang stayed in the divine soil for a long time, but when a thought of leaving came to his mind, he chose to leave. Although everything here was kindly invited to continue to cultivate here, Zhu Minglang knew that he was not a person of the Yiyun Yehu type.

After leaving the colorful divine rhizome, Zhu Minglang did not stay in Baize for a long time.

When Zhu Minglang looked up at his blessing source, he found that the purple energy of the blessing source had faded. Obviously, this time the dedicated practice of Qicai Shenran was God's reward for him.

Zhu Minglang returned to Xuange Shendu.

The Xuan Ge God is gorgeous and magnificent, and the fireworks smell is very friendly. Zhu Minglang abandoned the idea of ​​practicing the old monk who was not ruthless in ancient wells and fell into this world. There were only two words in his mind, which was so fragrant!

Taste one by one, and settle one by one!

"Crow, have you seen it? That tall and thin guy likes to wear a long black dress like you." Zhu Minglang pointed at someone and said to Bai Ze Crow.

"See, I saw, Yangxu Demon Sheng, this kind of person is the most varied to make trouble!" Bai Ze crow said excitedly.

"He is a righteous god, Zhaoyao, and should also be at the level of a god master. If you have any means to give me any means, I will let me see that he has been active in recent days or is swaying in front of me in full spirit. I will cook you into crow soup and feed it to the dog!" Zhu Minglang said to Bai Ze crow.

"Don't worry, other righteous gods may have some protection from the Yangyun. This person's heart of Tao is unstable and the demon heart is invading. I'm afraid that the position of righteous gods is not so legitimate, and he also has done a lot of things that are ashamed of God. It is said that if you don't do bad things during the day, you won't be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door in the middle of the night. Hehe, this guy has done too much bad things, and the first one will fall down is accurate!" Bai Ze Crow is also a master who is not afraid of gods and ghosts.

What is the god of Tianshu? In the eyes of Bai Ze Crow, he is just an unlucky guy. With a little means, he can keep the other party awake at night!

"The one next to him is called Pang Lang, and you can serve me well," Zhu Minglang said.

"No problem, I see them, they are going to go shopping in the kiln. I will give them one of them with powerlessness first!"

"..." Zhu Minglang turned around, intending not to recognize the dirty crow for the time being.

"They don't want to be happy tonight, and then I'll give them some food and some great methods to vent their food..." Bai Ze Crow said.

"Crow, I don't think you are loyal to your duties. After hearing these terms, you often come to the world to watch the prison." Zhu Minglang said.

"Hehe, the immortal, Bai Ze is a forbidden area after all. Although there are many ancient-level existences, it is really boring to be boring. You also know my abilities. My young people will form a consensus with me as long as they see and hear. So there are actually many of my spies in this world, and they will occasionally tease some unlucky guys..." Bai Ze crow said in a humble manner.

"What have you done more?" Zhu Minglang asked.

"It's nothing. It's just that some ladies who pretend to be a lady during the day and go around with their retainers at night get pregnant unexpectedly, and the man who never returns home meets the banshee in the middle of the night, making those couples who show their love in public every day die of death..." Bai Ze Crow said.
Chapter completed!