Arriving at the pavilion, the monk in white stretched out his hand to grab the sea. Suddenly, the waves surged, and a huge dragon wrapped in purple lightning emerged from the waves.
The dragon has a single horn on its head, four claws on its lower body, and is covered with dark purple scales. It is more than a hundred feet long, showing off its power in the world.
The white-clothed monk angrily shouted, "Nie Zhan, why don't you come and pay homage to the emperor?"
The giant dragon with fangs and claws opened its mouth wide, spit out clouds and mist, and headed straight for the pavilion on the top of the mountain amid the surrounding purple thunder and lightning.
This huge aura and power can be called a natural disaster. Human power is insignificant in front of the giant dragon, almost inferior to a mosquito.
The giant dragon meandered around and turned into a spear eight feet long on the way to the pavilion. There were curved sharp blades on both sides of the spear tip, and at the end of the handle was a long spear with a tip filled with purple cold light.
The monk in white held the gun in his hand from the air, turned around and handed it to Mo Xiaoran.
The little girl's eyes were shining and her face was full of smiles. She happily took the gun and danced next to it for a while. She felt that the gun was spiritual and could be used as she pleased, with the right weight, just like an arm.
"Thank you uncle for the gun. I wonder what the name of this gun is?"
The white-clothed monk had a handsome figure and said with a smile, "This gun is called the Purple Gold Coiled Dragon Spear. It is a magical weapon. I hope you will cherish it and don't do any evil things."
The little girl's eyes looked like two crescent moons when she smiled, revealing a pair of white and neat teeth.
"Well, uncle, don't worry."
She held the gun and looked up and down. She felt that the handle of the gun was cool, like a living thing. There was a dragon entrenched at the bottom of the gun tip. With such a magical weapon in hand, she suddenly felt an unparalleled sense of heroism.
The monk in white gave the Coiled Dragon Spear to the girl, casually glanced at the two monsters lying outside the hall, and raised the corner of his mouth slightly, "Are these two stupid things yours?"
Mo Xiaoran put away his gun, his expression serious and stern.
"They are not stupid animals, they are my lovely pets."
The monk in white was choked badly, but he didn't take it seriously. He flicked his index finger to a bull and a bear, and two rays of quiet energy instantly penetrated their foreheads.
"It doesn't matter, we meet each other by fate. I am a good person who will do my best to the end and give you a blessing."
Now he led Mo Xiaoran and pointed at the boundless blue waves outside the pavilion, "Look what that is?"
Mo Xiaoran stared intently at the line between the sea and the sky, and the rolling blue waves. While he was wondering, he was suddenly pushed down from the pavilion on the top of the mountain by the monk in white.
The little girl scratched her limbs wildly and suddenly froze. The scenery in front of her eyes changed erratically. When she opened her eyes again, she was already standing outside the purple bamboo forest.
What shocked her was that there was not a single purple bamboo in the area that was originally a sea of bamboo, leaving only green grass and white rocks on the ground.
Suddenly like a dream.
The violent bear and the calf stood behind the girl, looking around in panic, obviously frightened by this magical method.
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When returning to Zilin City, Miss Huangshan met the servant who came to look for him, and followed him to Yanzhai.
Today's battle has completely established the Yan family's position in Zilin City. As for the Lu family, after today, there will be no more Lu family in Zilin City.
Old Mrs. Yan had been fighting with Mr. Lu all his life, and he finally defeated him with his body half buried in the soil. He was in such a happy mood that he never closed his mouth for a long time.
The yard has long been tidied up, the blood stains have been washed away, and the faces of the servants are filled with the joy of victory.
Everyone knows that the Huangshan girl who appeared today is the granddaughter of Mr. Yan.
The granddaughter is still alive and well, the son-in-law must be fine, and the Wuji Sect must be fine.
With such a son-in-law as a backer, the Yan family will take off in the future.
A big family almost held the little girl in their arms.
Yan Songqing had not seen her daughter and son-in-law for many years, and when she learned that her daughter had gone out for training and had not returned, nearly seven years had passed. Yan Songqing thought that according to the ruthless behavior of the monks on the mountain, this son-in-law would never come to the Yan family again.
He once thought that a granddaughter would fall from the sky, not only help him kill his old enemy, but also say cruel words to eradicate it.
Although the process was a bit bloody, for the Yan family, by wiping out the Lu family in one fell swoop, they would be able to sleep peacefully in the future and no longer have to worry about the remnants of the Lu family coming to collect debts.
It saves a lot of worry.
Around the time Mo Xiaoran was born, the old man went to Wuji Sect once, and that was ten years ago.
Now I see that my granddaughter is so cute and beautiful, she has grown up to be a beautiful woman, and she is also a powerful monk. I am very happy for her.
While I was happy, I felt a little sad when I thought about my daughter whose life and death were unknown.
After all, we are relatives whose blood is thicker than water. On this night, the old man raised a toast to the destruction of the Lu family, and more importantly, he was celebrating the death of his granddaughter.
After a night of noisy activities, we all took a rest.
Early the next morning, Xiaoran's cheap cousin Yan Zhu invited her to play in the city.
Yan Zhu is about twenty-five years old. He is a thin man with a straight nose and slightly sunken cheeks. He is both happy and afraid when he sees his little cousin.
He has been idle all day long and has only reached the second level of Qi Refining so far. However, as the only child of the Yan family, the old man dotes on him.
As for Bao Xiong and Niu Meng, those two idiots, since they returned to Yan's house yesterday, they have been looking for a place to sleep, and they are unstoppable.
Even the violent bear with a huge appetite didn't even look at the two donkeys sent to it by the Yan family, and snored like thunder.
The poor two donkeys stayed in front of this huge beast all night. When the servants went to see it this morning, the ground was full of yellow water and the stench was unpleasant.
Mo Xiaoran changed into a long green dress, which was graceful and graceful. Followed by her cousin and a group of beaming servants, she went for a walk on the street.
These guys all know that the little girl's father is the peak master of the Wuji Sect, and he treats the girl with every request, taking care of her, and providing for her like a grandma.
When traveling in the past, there were quite a few wealthy young men with some level of cultivation who dared to quarrel with Yan Zhu with their arms akimbo, but today, when they saw him from a distance, they all ran away in despair.
The children of these families are well-informed.
The Lu family in Nuo Da was deserted overnight, not even a living creature was left. Looking at Mr. Yan arrogantly walking on the road today, he wanted to throw his arms into the sky.
Who would have guessed that the Yan and Lu families would compete and end up with a complete victory for the Yan family.
As for those people in the Lu family, if they have the intention to secretly light incense sticks at home during the Qingming Festival next year, they will be considered as being completely benevolent and righteous.
Entering the largest hotel in Zilin City, a large table was filled with delicacies from all over the world, all in color, flavor and taste.
Yan Zhu was treating her attentively at the side. He didn't even bother to take a bite, but kept picking up vegetables and adding water to the little girl.
Mo Xiaoran has achieved great success in the Taotie Chapter of "The Wonderful Method of Creation" that he realized from "The Way of Heaven". He has restored the appetite of ordinary people and no longer devours cattle like when he went to Donghua Mountain.
He only took a few bites of food and then stopped.
Yan Zhu was not annoyed at all and was still laughing and joking around to relieve his boredom.
Not long after, two young men with long swords hanging from their waists came up from the second floor. They were wearing robes of a certain sect and looked proud.
These disciples of the sect have high eyesight, they are obedient to the sect, and they strike hard when they leave the sect and walk around the world. Regardless of their cultivation level, their confident demeanor can scare away most casual cultivators who have evil intentions.
The two had a lively conversation, starting from the discussion between the Wuji Sect and the Ziyun Sect, talking about Liang Gaoyun, the rising star of the Ziyun Sect, who joined the Xuanyun Sect and studied under the Seventh Turn Golden Pill Baili old man, and also mentioned the Wuji Sect’s general Wangtian Illusion Realm.
Open, many sect disciples are ready to take action, want to get a share of the fantasy world, and mentioned that the master of the Alchemy Hall has joined the Mo Jiuxuan Sect of the Wuji Sect to learn alchemy.
After all, everything is inseparable from the Wuji Sect.
It seems that this low-ranking sect has suddenly become the core of many major events in Qingzhou.
"Speaking of which, I also watched the battle with my master that day. Mo Jiuxuan easily defeated Elder Fengteng, who was a ruthless man at the twelfth level of foundation building, and even took away his Lingbao Mountain River Cauldron.
Later, he led five hundred disciples to kill four to five thousand disciples of the Ziyun Sect and returned with a great defeat. The Ziyun Sect collapsed. After this battle, Mo Jiuxuan's name will be resounding throughout Qingzhou."
"Have you noticed that the five hundred disciples of the Wuji Sect are all tough and have endless fighting methods. From the looks of it, they are even worse than many of the geniuses of our sect."
"You mean those five hundred people are all geniuses? This is too scary. If they grow up, Qingzhou will become a genius!"
The few people talked in high spirits and kept talking, which made Yan Zhu fascinated.
The battle between the sects, how magnificent and magnificent the scene was?
Speaking later, one of them said, "Nowadays, there are monsters in Qingzhou, and many monks died tragically. Similar situations also occur in other states, but the frequency is much less than in Qingzhou."
"Isn't that right? Qingzhou and Donghua Mountain are close to each other, so there is nothing we can do about monsters sneaking across the border. However, since monks like us are cultivators, we naturally cannot turn a blind eye to the harm done by monsters.
If I were to encounter him, I would definitely let that demon clan have a taste of the three-foot-long green sword."
Seeing that the two of them were upright and wanted to conquer demons, Yan Zhu secretly gave a thumbs up.
But I heard my cousin next to me say, "Cousin, your body is too weak. Why are you still at the second level of Qi Refining at such an old age?"
Yan Zhu, whose mind was active, jumped into the water as if it were cold in the depths of winter. Several more flying knives were stabbed into his heart, which caused blood dripping and heartache.
Laughing awkwardly twice, Yan Zhu, a young man as big as him, scratched his head and explained when facing this cousin who was much younger than him.
"Hey, my talent is too poor, there's nothing I can do about it!"
Mo Xiaoran took out two body tempering pills from his pocket and handed them over, "Cousin, these are the body tempering pills made by my father. You can try the effect. If it still doesn't work, you can follow me back to the Wuji Sect. Dad always has something to offer.
There’s a way.”
Yan Zhu looked at the emerald-green, round-colored elixir in front of him, and his eyes immediately seemed to be stained with it, and he could no longer move it away.
"This...is this body tempering pill?"
"It's no big deal, I have plenty more here."
Yan Zhu swallowed his saliva and was sure that the quality of this body tempering pill must be of the best.
"In this case, my cousin will be disrespectful."
"My cousin just needs it."
Mo Xiaoran was generous and generous, but Yan Zhu took the elixir to admire and play with it, and was reluctant to put it in his pocket for a while. For a while, the fragrance filled the second floor, attracting frequent glances from people around him.
The two sect disciples looked at each other with greed in their eyes. They looked at the little girl and Yan Zhu for a long time before smiling faintly.