battle between good and evil

Qingling spent a few days stabilizing his cultivation in the late stage of the Celestial Immortal, which he had just broken through, and then left in a hurry to continue his journey towards Dongsheng Shenzhou.

On the way, he met many children of the Dragon Clan, but it's a pity that the four major continents are used to bullying the Dragon Clan. Even a little demon who has not become a fairy dares to go to the Dragon Palace to beg for treasures and despise the Dragon King. Such a scene Qingling always feels blocked when she sees it.

Along the way, he took care of many such little monsters, as well as some people and monsters who had cultivated the immortal way, but unfortunately he could only help the little dragons he saw.As for the other things he couldn't see, he could only feel distressed in his heart, but he couldn't help them.

Those young dragons that were supposed to stay in the group to be cared and loved, and those cubs that were supposed to be mischievous and disciplined and cared for by their elders, now have to shoulder the responsibilities of their parents, and they also have to bear the burden of all kinds of fairy tales. The bullying and humiliation of the monsters, they tried their best to deal with those conspiracies and tricks, and fought cruelly.

The young ones swallowed all the blood, tears and grievances silently, what else could they do?There are no strong men in the clan, the glory of ancient times is gone, and the adult real dragons who can carry the clan are all dead and injured, only the four Taiyi golden immortals, the Dragon King of the Four Seas, are left, but how can they protect them? They boundless waters, they are dragons!real dragon!It's the Dragon Clan!Even if they are not adults, they still have to bear the waters that their ancestors beat down. No matter how hard it is, they still have their own pride. They can't manage the prehistoric waters, and they call themselves dragons!Qingling couldn't help feeling distressed about such a young dragon.

Although Qingling always secretly helps the little dragon he sees to solve the difficulties, but what he can do now is only a drop in the bucket. He has never hoped for a moment that he can restore his identity and strength in his previous life, although he still does not know What was his identity in the previous life, but he was infinitely stronger than the current him, and he could always protect some little dragons so that they would suffer less grievances.

Although Qingling wanted to rush to Dongsheng Shenzhou quickly to get the news he wanted, it would be best if he could restore his previous strength, but he couldn't do nothing about watching Xiaolong being bullied and wronged, so the speed of going to Dongsheng Shenzhou was naturally slow. I can't get up soon.

It took Qingling more than 300 years to walk from the [-] mountains in Nanzhan Buzhou to the edge of the East China Sea in Dongsheng Shenzhou, which was more than the time he spent in the cultivation world.

In the past 300 years, he has cultivated into a golden immortal. In the past 300 years, he has known many immortals in the heavenly court. You can't ask all the gods in heaven to like him, can you?

Standing on a solitary reef by the east coast, looking at the turbulent East China Sea, and the salty sea breeze rushing towards him, Qingling only felt that it was familiar and he couldn't help but miss it, and felt peaceful in his heart.

Standing silently on the reef, looking into the distance, the deep blue sea water remains unchanged, and waves of different sizes slap on the reef again and again, and the little splashes of sea water fall on Qingling's clothes like raindrops. gown.

Gradually, Qingling fell into a rare epiphany. There are many aquariums by the sea, but they didn't bother Qingling at all. Instead, they drove away some creatures on land, as if they were afraid that they would disturb Qingling.

Most of these aquariums can't take human form yet, but they know that Qingling is their friend of the aquarium.Benefactor, he helped His Royal Highness the Dragon Clan and is also protecting the Dragon Clan, so he is a friend of the Dragon Clan and a benefactor of their Shui Clan. Naturally, they want to protect the benefactor who is in enlightenment. Although they don't know what enlightenment is, they know that now The benefactor cannot be disturbed, so they use all their abilities to keep the benefactor from being disturbed.

Qingling's epiphany lasted for nearly ten years. When he regained consciousness, he found that the surrounding water tribes were sluggish, looking like they were over-consumed. It became like this, and they have been protecting the Fa for themselves in the past ten years.

Qingling took out several pills that he had refined over the past 300 years, and with a little force in his hands, he crushed a few pills into powder, and sent them into the bodies of those aquariums with mana.

It's not that he is reluctant to take pills, but that these pills are not suitable for those aquariums who haven't yet transformed into the Nascent Soul stage and are not even considered monsters. Even if they are ground into powder, they can't eat more , otherwise there are only disadvantages and no benefits.

Seeing that Qingling had woken up, this group of aquariums swam away slowly, not because they didn't want to swim faster, but because they simply didn't have the strength to swim faster. They didn't know what Qingling did later, they were just discovering When they felt a little more relaxed, they thought they had recovered, and they never thought about asking Qingling to pay them.

After all the aquariums had left, Qingling retracted his gaze and turned to look at the land of the extreme east, where he sensed the direction in the dark, where he would get the strength he wanted, and where there was something he wanted to know. all the truth.

After an epiphany, Qingling jumped directly from the Golden Immortal realm to the late stage of Taiyi Golden Immortal, and he could obtain the Daluo at any time, but he broke through too fast and needed a solid cultivation base, so he didn't break through Daluo in one go, and the purpose The land is right in front of him, so why would he want to waste any more time in meditation practice, who knows if this meditation will last for hundreds of thousands of years?

And he can afford to waste this time, but can those little dragon cubs afford to waste it?They are still so young, and it is not good for their bodies to maintain that state all the time, and although their current state looks good, but they still need to practice while maintaining the secret method, so how can there be no hidden dangers.He knew the bone-piercing pain every time he practiced. Those little guys never complained and cried. By the way, even if they wanted to complain and cry, who could they turn to?After all, the elders are gone!

Qingling turned into a cyan light and flew towards the East Pole. Passing through the bitter wind, Qingling felt a dull pain in his body, but he didn't stop the light, let alone slow down the speed. Instead, he activated his mana a little faster .

It's not that he's looking for abuse, but that the land of the East Pole must withstand the bone-scraping wind and the coercion that can crush the golden fairy's body, unless he is a quasi-sage or above and directly cuts through the space. It is delusional to want to reach the Far East.

Qingling didn't know why he only felt the gang wind, but he didn't feel the pressure in the legend. Standing on the land of the Far East, his body was already covered with scars, and there was almost no good flesh left, and his blue clothes had been stained dark red with blood.

Looking at the sky-piercing blue building tree in front of him with a little distracted eyes, Qingling walked over uncontrollably, drops of red liquid slid down the corner of his clothes and fell to the ground, tick-tock!tick!Every step down, there will be a pool of dazzling bright red on the ground. This road is not long, but the trail after being stained with blood seems so long, as if he can't walk under the building tree even if all the blood in his body is drained .

Qingling seemed to be bewitched, as if he didn't feel his injuries at all, he let his blood spill over the land of Dongji, he walked forward step by step, the pace was extremely slow, suddenly the cyan figure suddenly fell backwards , but there is still a blue figure walking slowly on that road, but his body is somewhat transparent. If there is no one lying on the ground, who would think that there is something wrong with him?

Step by step, he approached Jianmu, no matter how slow he walked, and no matter how big the East Pole landmass, Qingling finally reached under Jianmu. His eyes showed a brilliant smile that paled in the sky, and then he lowered his head and resumed his previous ethereal state, and his feet also resumed the previous pace rhythm, and then saw him bumping straight towards Jianmu, which was unexpected What's more, he didn't bump into Jianmu, but merged into Jianmu, just like a drop of water entering a lake without any change.

Qing Yi was still sleeping deep in the golden liquid, suddenly his whole body shook, his brows were furrowed and he murmured in pain, he struggled to open his eyes, staring blankly at the front, his lips moved slightly, if he could understand lips Those who speak Chinese here will know that there is only one word he said, and that is-'ling'.

Qingyi can feel that his mausoleum is dead now, he doesn't know who made it, but he is trapped here now, unable to move, he hates it more than now, why not let him accompany the mausoleum ?Even if it is death, he is willing to accompany him, why make him unable to even die?

There was no trace of life in Qingyi's body, the intense pain and despair in his eyes that were about to collapse made him unable to think about what the golden pool water would do to him, anyway Ling was gone, what was he doing alive?

Closing his eyes, a drop of crystal clear tears slid down the corner of his eyes, and the tears condensed into a transparent bead after leaving his eyes, and the golden filaments in the transparent bead were densely packed, as if this was a drop of golden bead.

Qingyi's spirit fell into a deep sleep, and he lost the desire to live, so he gave up the control of his own spirit and let the golden liquid transform his spirit. Anyway, he didn't want to live in this world without Ah Ling, so he just let them live. go.

But in the extreme east not far from Qingyi, Qingling's body on the ground suddenly turned into dots of starlight, and the breeze blew by, and it went with the wind without leaving a trace.

If it weren't for the bright red blood that hadn't dried up on the ground, who would have thought that someone here once stained the extreme east with blood.

The author has something to say:

In fact, I would say, did I think it would end like this?Leave a regret, a glimmer of hope?