The Strongest Sect Development System Starts The Candle Dragon Ground Vein

Chapter 557

Heard this.

Disciples has an unexplainable heavy meaning.

The master is dead, the holy beast is dead!

The holy beast is dead, but the master is still alive!

Is this the contract beast? Dedicated to the master all his life, blessed and shared, and alone in trouble!

Yueran couldn’t help but squat down, holding her arms around her soft neck, she wouldn’t let things go for nothing!

That horn is extremely human, and it burns with its mouth and yells softly, seeming to be comforting.

Qin Kong looked at Qing Yan.

It has fallen asleep on all fours, snoring loudly.

Is this product really reliable…

Qin Kong held his forehead and thought a little Didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

…

Ye Dan started, Lu Fengyun classified him into the Inner Sect Martial Dao Division, and gave him the main peak of Elder and the sharp spear Water Dragon Yin.

The latter took it, and sighed in his heart that the award of Divine Armament to the new Elder directly, Sect Leader is such a big hand!

After Ye Tan.

Baihua Wuxie came to Lu Fengyun. She wanted to close the door training cultivation, but she had no time to take care of the position of Director of the Martial Dao Department, so she wanted to resign.

When she said this, she was really innocent, and she felt that she was inferior to others, but she led these strong men with a sense of walking on thin ice, so she requested to resign.

Lu Fengyun agreed.

But then, he started to make trouble again.

For the vacant director-general post, it is natural to consider the people around him first.

However, people like the setting sun, Zhou Hanqing, and Bai Zhukui are more afraid of things than a Buddha.

I heard that I was going to be a director, as if a catastrophe was imminent, and even discussed about running out for refuge.

resignedly.

Lu Fengyun had to choose from the remaining two hundred Elders.

One person stands out.

When this person entered the sect, he was half-sage and Dzogchen. Today, he is in the middle stage. He is from the silver dragon clan of Xizhou.

Maple Chiki!

In the end, he served as the director of the Martial Dao Department.

…………

Nanzhongzhou.

Haohao Sun Moon City.

The vast white snow covered thousands of miles, the winter wind was blowing, and the cold snow was flying.

In the ice and snow, there stands a black pavilion, flying eaves and flowing pavilion, like a wild goose in the snow.

In the pavilion, a man in Cang clothes sits alone, with a red clay-painted stove at his feet, on which two pots of wine are warmed.

Lord of Sun Moon City, Chu Qingtong!

The Cang Yi man raised his eyes and looked at the distant snowy world.

Seems to be waiting for something.

Next to the pavilion, a plum blossomed with frost and snow, blooming blood red.

“Youren sits alone, taking advantage of the snow and the warm clouds.

“The cold wind swept the white grass, Cang Yi asked the plum blossom.”

Chu Qingtong stared at the plum tree and couldn’t help chanting poems.

“It’s fun to write poems in the snow.”

Sudden.

A clear and elegant voice came.

The corner of Chu Qingtong’s mouth suddenly showed a smile, he lifted his eyes, but when he saw the boundless world, a person suddenly walked over.

The human body is like a jade tree, its posture is like flowing clouds, and the white clothes wins snow, and it is like a rainbow.

His eyes are as bright as Star, but there is a deep scorching cold light, which seems to be both righteous and evil, like a Buddha and a devil!

The man waiting for the city chief is here!

“Xiao Hu, you are finally here. You said yesterday was here, but let the lonely wait until today, and say, what about sin?”

Chu Qingtong smiled.

Hearing that the white-clothed man returned to the city and was painting Parasol Tree leisurely, he immediately threw his pen, but he was slandered by false news without thinking, and sat alone all day and night.

The man in white entered the pavilion.

“Something has been delayed, isn’t this mansion coming.”

He shrugged his shoulders slightly, looked at the wine on the stove, lifted his palm, and two jugs of wine flew to the table.

He is one of the evil monarchs of the three monarchs.

He is the palace owner of the strongest Sect Xu Lei Chi Ri Mansion in South Central Continent.

It is also a close friend of Sun Moon City City Lord.

Hu no one!

However, the elders in the world would like to call him “Little Hu”.

Because he is the youngest, most powerful, and most amazing person in Shanhai Continent 300,000 years later!

Less than a hundred years old, not only has the Cultivation Base of the Demigod Dzogchen, but also sits on totalitarian power and controls one of the highest powers in the world.

Moreover, Martial Dao Cultivation Base is not his only one!

He is an absolutely unprecedented genius.

“I’m late, I will fine myself three cups.”

Hu Renren sat down, flew off the lid of the pot with a finger, lifted the pot and poured the wine, drinking three glasses of wine in a row, very simply.

Chu Qingtong smiled and said: “This is the strongest drunk wine. The fairy pours a glass of wine, but you know how to drink.”

“You, didn’t you say it earlier…”

Hu Man said, his body swayed and he slammed on the table.

Chu Qingtong stared at it Xu Xu.

He faintly said: “Bad acting.”

Hu Renren stood up, curled his lips and said: “I want to make you play, you are so boring.”

Chu Qingtong said: “The lonely person is an old man, so I can’t help but be scared.”

Hu Renren rolled his eyes.

“Six thousand eight hundred years old is also called the youngest? The seven thousand year old next door hasn’t spoken yet.”

Someone seems to think of.

Chu Qingtong couldn’t help but chuckled secretly. Later, he felt that he had lost his demeanor again, so he straightened up his shirt and put on a serious face.

He changed the subject: “What did you discover when you patrolled the Nine Realms? What about the general trend of the world?”

Hu No one looked back and poured wine.

After hearing this, he put down the hip flask, his eyes gleaming with cold.

“The general trend of the world is not to be optimistic! The mansion patrolled the nine worlds and spent three months all the way, but found many places where luck was thin, and even with the exception of Central Continent, Tianzhou, Xizhou, and Xianyu, it is difficult for the saints to get out!

“70,000 years ago, since the last ancient Yao spirit god fell, there has been no spirit god in the mountains and seas. Since the continent has been in operation, the luck of heaven and Spiritual Qi have become worse.

“According to the current situation, in the future, the spiritual saint may also be annihilated in history like the spiritual god!”

Chu Qingtong heard it with a serious face.

He stretched out his hand to hold the wine bottle, which was empty and very cold.

Hu Manren raised his sleeves and poured him a glass of warm wine.

Chu Qingtong drank slowly.

He seemed to have made a major determination. He said: “Then, for the development of Shanhai Continent, we must borrow from the sky.”

“Thirty Third Stage days, where do you borrow from?”

“Thirty Second Stage days!”

“Xianyu?”

“Yes! Xianyu Life’s descendants are all immortals, they are stronger than the gods, and their destiny is naturally stronger.”

Chu Qingtong’s eyes were as hot as the sun.

“I understand that it must be an uneasy war, but the resources of the mountains and seas are really too scarce! If this continues, within ten thousand years, it will inevitably become dry land!

“Only by borrowing luck from the sky can we protect ourselves. Xianyu is the best choice!”

He raised his head, staring at the sky of Liao Miao with gentle and distant eyes, and fell into silence.

The wind and snow swept the earth.

Boom…

In the silent snowfield, only the sound of Hu Renren’s throwing bottles sounded.

…………

Let’s say Juntian Bingsu left Huangshu Island and returned to Shanhai City.

Towering pavilions.

He knocked in and saw the Master eating.

The mysterious person still wore the terrifying Hundred Ghost armor, and the mask covered his whole body, only revealing a pair of dark purple pupils.

Lord of Shanhai City, Yeah (ē)!

“A Tian, ​​are you back?”

Seeing Juntian Bingsu, Ye Ata turned his head, his eyes covered by black scales were gloomy and cold, and he did not dare to look directly.