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After the sermon was over, Long Qianliu said goodbye to Zhen Yuanzi and Hong Yun, and then glanced at Zhuo Yan, noticing that his eyes had never left him from the beginning to the end, with a smile on his lips: "Fellow Daoist, do you... ...?"

Before he finished speaking, Zhuo Yan nodded and replied: "Naturally." Turning to Zhenyuan, Zi Hongyun and the two, he pondered slightly: "It's a joy to prove the Tao this time, if there is another chance, I hope I can do it again." Discuss again."

Hong Yun laughed: "Yes, that's a wonderful remark!"

Comrade Zhen Yuanzi said: "It's good."

Long Qianliu couldn't help touching his nose, and said with a low laugh: "Then let's say goodbye." He glanced at Zhuo Yan and said, "Let's go, fellow Taoist." He cupped his hands, turned and left.

Of course, there must have been a few more ginseng fruits in Long Qianliu's Qiankun bag when he left. Although this fruit, which was born not long after the sky opened, is just for eating and playing for a cultivator with a quasi-sacred cultivation base, but he Eating the fruit like this, coupled with this discussion, also promoted him from the middle stage of the Taiyi Golden Immortal to the early stage of the Daluo Golden Immortal.

Zhuo Yan looked at the speed of Long Qianliu's progress and sighed secretly, but he was even more cheerful. Although he didn't seem to understand supernatural powers, his skills were not so good. At this moment, he could still ponder Long Qianliu's progress. Let's see For the two of Hongyun, he also saw that Hongyun was a quasi-sage at a glance, so...shouldn't they be considered weak?

Zhuo Yan is happy here, but Long Qianliu over there is even more depressed. Being with Zhuo Yan is like walking through the plot of a virtual game. He is improving step by step, but the big mystery in front of him still cannot be solved. Open, don't mention how depressed you are.

Even so, Long Qianliu still led Zhuo Yan to the small cave he opened up in this small corner of the prehistoric wilderness, passing by Buzhou Mountain, but surrounded by the light of the Sun Palace on Buzhou Mountain.It turns out that there are countless great sages of the monster clan, and there are also "Zhoutian Xingdou" formations created by the monster master Kunpeng to observe the changes of the stars in the sky. No two.

Then how could Kunpeng, who was with Nuwa and Fuxi, have anything to do with the second brother of the Yaozu? It turned out that after the Zixiao Palace heard the sermon that day, the second emperor worshiped Kunpeng, the great god of the Yaozu, as a demon master. Kunpeng, who couldn't get any benefit from Fuxi, naturally agreed.

Long Qianliu seemed to be envious, this is the demeanor that a family should have, he thought of his ancestor Zulong in this life, although he had great power, but he didn't have such and such methods, seeing that Donghuang Taiyi and Di Jun were indeed extraordinary.Also thinking about their deadly enemy, the Wu Clan, there are twelve ancestral witches who are comparable to quasi-sages. The Wu Clan was originally from the Pangu lineage, and they were born to control all the elements of the prehistoric. He was sanctified, so he didn't cultivate the primordial spirit, but his physical body was also extremely solid, and he couldn't help but sigh.

Twelve ancestral witches can unite to perform the Twelve Heavenly Capital Shashen Formation, which is the most fierce formation in the prehistoric era.Besides, there are tens of millions of witches, all over the prehistoric land, and the friction with the monster race has never been broken. The constant battles, it is also doomed that the two tribes of liches will fall from the position where they can talk in the prehistoric.

Knowing what happened in the future, Long Qianliu could only sigh, but it was a pity for the two clans of Liches who were once so majestic.

An exclamation is an exclamation, but Long Qianliu really has no sense of belonging to the Yaozu, not to mention that he comes from the lineage of the ancient Yaozu. Although he is a mixed blood, he still retains the word "Ancient". Liu identified his own ethnic group, and he must also identify himself as a human being, not a demon.

That's why when he was wandering in Buzhou Mountain and saw the unfruitful vines by chance, Long Qianliu suddenly remembered that the only gourd root in the universe had grown into a gourd fairy vine, and there were seven gourds.

And in the future, Nuwa will obtain the rattan needed to create human beings from here.

At that time, Long Qianliu already knew what kind of weapon virtues are for comprehending the way of heaven, and he also thought that most of the virtues of Nuwa's sanctification came from creating people, and the other part came from the creation of human beings. Make up for the sky.Unable to bear it for a while, he hid beside the vine, it turned out that he did this to make it easier for the gourd to be formed, and then he could take the gourd vine in an instant.

Why not take away the gourd that has grown?Not to mention who these gourds originally belonged to, and whether it would involve great cause and effect, even the gourd vines that kept emitting fairy sounds when they were fruiting did not give Long Qianliu a chance to take them down. Long Qianliu also grabbed the gourd vine.

Long Qianliu, who took away the gourd vine, held back his incomparable curiosity when Hongjun was preaching, and forbade himself to look at Nuwa with an expression of exploration, and look at his future ancestors. Pinch out the human Nuwa.

It's very simple, it's a guilty conscience.

People need face, trees need bark.At this time, Long Qianliu couldn't do anything like the shameless duo of the Western Sect and the guy who burned the lamp. When he saw a good baby, he said: "This treasure has a great relationship with my Western Sect. Take it back to the West for me." "This kind of shameless and shameless practice is disgusting even if you have a blueprint.

Speaking of far away, here Long Qianliu also brought Zhuo Yan back to his cave, broke through the formation he set up, and walked into the cave.And the little flower demon inside felt the familiar aura, and at the same time quickly rushed out of the cave: "Lord Long Jun! ~Meng Ling misses you very much!" Her voice was still so soft.

Long Qianliu smiled even more, seeing that her practice had indeed improved a lot, he put his hand on her head with familiarity, and gently rubbed it: "Meng Ling... yes, these days, her cultivation has not fallen. "

"Of course." Meng Ling rubbed his hand, then opened his eyes slightly, looking at Zhuo Yan behind Long Qianliu, Shui Ling's big eyes flashed with doubts, and he said weakly: "Lord Long Jun , who is this lord?"

"This..." Long Qianliu didn't know how to introduce Zhuo Yan for a while, but here Zhuo Yan said without thinking: "Yan."

Looking at Zhuo Yan, Long Qianliu felt foggy, but Zhuo Yan himself frowned, obviously he didn't consider the occurrence of this situation.

But Mengling nodded: "So it's Mr. Yanjun..." Mengling, who was used to adding a gentleman, suddenly brushed off Long Qianliu's hand, and smiled at Zhuo Yan: "My name is Mengling, It's an unknown little flower that was turned into a demon by Master Longjun."

Long Qianliu looked at Zhuo Yan's expression that was getting more and more uncomfortable, and raised his eyebrows: "Meng Ling, go inside and find some good fruits." Meng Ling responded happily, then turned around and flew back. The body is light, and when you are too happy to walk, you don't even have to touch the ground.

"Yan? Fellow Daoist?" Long Qianliu called out tentatively when Mengling walked in.

Zhuo Yanen said, and looked at Long Qianliu with some doubts: "Yes."

Long Qianliu was sure that his expression was not very good. Looking at Zhuo Yan's puzzled eyes, he didn't know what to say: "Friend Daoist... What did you think of?" What character did he pick up?

Zhuo Yan shook his head, his brows were tightly furrowed but then suddenly loosened: "Is that so..." It seemed to shake off doubts: "Thousands of years are left before the sage Hongjun preaches, and he dared to borrow the cave of Fellow Daoist Qianliu. "

"You and I, there is no need to be so polite." Long Qianliu didn't care much about this: "You can do whatever you want." Then he pointed to one of the stone gates: "If you don't mind, I opened the door there." Practice room."

Zhuo Yan nodded, thanked him, and walked towards the direction pointed by Long Qianliu.However, Long Qianliu never thought that Zhuo Yan's steps stopped, and then turned to look back at him: "Fellow Daoist Qianliu." Zhuo Yan's brows seemed to have an unknown expression.

"What's the matter?" Long Qianliu was a little puzzled.

Zhuo Yan suddenly walked towards Long Qianliu, and made an unexpected movement for Long Qianliu. He hugged Long Qianliu tightly, "Qianliu, this time I can remember ..."

"It's really lucky to have you here."

It was inexplicable for Long Qianliu to be hugged, he couldn't react for a while, he could only pat Zhuo Yan on the back, and comforted him: "Fellow Daoist, I think you will remember everything soon." But Long Qianliu thought No brainer could have imagined that there was a guy named Yan in Honghuang.

Zhuo Yan blinked, then curled his lips and said, "I'm looking forward to that too." His face seemed to be inadvertently rubbing Long Qianliu's face with the poke of silver hair that Long Qianliu put down on purpose: "I hope it's true." in this way……"

But I didn't want Long Qianliu to push Zhuo Yan away impressively, the dark golden pupils enlarged instantly, Zhuo Yan was pushed away by Long Qianliu without knowing why, Long Qianliu's face turned red unexpectedly, and his expression was slightly fierce.

"Qianliu... Fellow Daoist?" Thinking of the pain on his face just now, Zhuo Yan stretched out his hand and touched his face. Although the wound on the skin healed in an instant, there were blood beads on his fingers. Qian Liu's face was flushed, and his two lightning-like eyebrows almost raised exaggeratedly: "Are... are you okay?"

The reverse scale on Long Qianliu's face was touched, and he barely erupted in an instant. He barely suppressed the mania in his body, and pulled the corner of his mouth: "It's okay, it's okay." Life... oh, no.It was the first time Long Sheng was touched against the scales, and he felt different, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva: "Sorry, I scared you."

Zhuo Yan stepped forward suddenly: "It's okay, I was not careful." He raised his hand and stretched it towards Long Qianliu. Long Qianliu's body was extremely stiff, but he also followed Zhuo Yan's movements. The hand carefully pressed the skin under the dragon scale: "Is this the reverse scale of the dragon family?"

Long Qianliu choked, the normal dragon scales would only grow on the neck, unlike his bastard, even if it was born on the face, it couldn't be covered up, and the silver hair that was pulled away should have been pitch black like ink...

Long Qianliu, who was lost in thought for a while, did not think of Zhuo Yan's envious black eyes, carefully pondering his dragon scales: "It's very useful." He raised his eyebrows, with a smile on his mouth: " Fellow Daoist Qianliu, if I guessed correctly, this pretty-looking Ni Lin should still be a magic weapon, right?"

Long Qianliu opened his eyes wide in surprise: "You know?"

"Guess." Zhuo Yan withdrew his hand, with a smile still on the corner of his mouth: "Actually, Fellow Daoist Qianliu," he pondered, "If you want me to say, although it is a good idea to cover Nilin with hair, but, You can't show the domineering spirit of the Dragon Clan." Zhuo Yan naturally denied the playfulness in the words: "I mean, no matter how different you are from the original Dragon Clan, but..." The smile slightly restrained: "The one who survived is Is king."

Zhuo Yan's words were inexplicable, but Long Qianliu understood, he was speechless for a while, Zhuo Yan pressed his shoulder: "I just hope I'm not wrong." Then he turned and went to the place where Long Qianliu guided. In the training room.

It's also time to thoroughly understand what kind of situation you are in, Zhuo Yan thought, sitting in the training room, closing his eyes, and began to overthrow the way he thought at the beginning, and re-enlighten the way.

In a blink of an eye, a thousand years have passed, but Zhuo Yan who opened his eyes still felt that the time had passed like 3 minutes, he let out a beep, but he was refreshed, the door of the stone room had already been closed by Long Qianliu kindly , Zhuo Yan used his magical powers to move the stone door and walked out.

Still so quiet, but along the spiritual sense, but also found the little flower demon beside the alchemy furnace: "Meng Ling." Zhuo Yan said: "You know..."

But she didn't expect Meng Ling to say: "Hey," her body was so frightened that she bumped forward unsteadily, and her head hit the alchemy stove, the pain immediately made her watery eyes filled with tears, and she turned around: " It turned out to be Master Yanjun..."

Zhuo Yan raised his eyebrows, the little flower demon put his hands behind his back, but his face was dirty, and the corners of his mouth were still covered with residue after stealing food, that aggrieved expression made Zhuo Yan directly ignore the fact that the little flower demon was stealing food, and turned around And ask the most important question: "Mengling, do you know Daoist Qianliu?"

Meng Ling grinned: "Lord Long Jun is just now comprehending the Dao, Lord Yan Jun has to wait."

It was only at this time that Zhuo Yan discovered that there was a room with a closed stone door inside, which was supposed to be Long Qianliu's training room. The corner of his mouth curled up: "Meng Ling, how long do you think we have to wait?"

"I don't know about this Meng Ling," Meng Ling shook his head, but held a grass in his hand: "Lord Long Jun said, when this grass grows up, he will be enlightened and play with Meng Ling as a companion. "

Zhuo Yan smiled, but remembered in his heart that he hadn't gone to see Luo Hu's body in the ring, and the two innate treasures. He looked at Meng Ling: "If that's the case, then I'll go back to visit the Tao."

Naturally, Meng Ling wished that Zhuo Yan, who prevented her from stealing the fairy fruit, would leave quickly, and her smiling face was almost overflowing with water: "Master Yan Jun, you have worked hard." These words are strange, and Zhuo Yan couldn't help but imitate the dragon. Qianliu patted the little flower demon's head.

But he didn't expect Meng Ling to back away quickly, with a serious face: "Meng Ling's head can only be rubbed by Mr. Long alone."

Zhuo Yan smiled: "I know." Then he turned and left.

Three days after farewell, when you look at each other with admiration, not to mention the millennium when Zhuo Yan formed the array and thought about releasing the spirit treasure from the space, the innate treasure that should be regarded as ownerless now will definitely escape.

Zhuo Yan's eyes flickered, but now, he can only gamble.

It was another thousand years, Long Qianliu came back to his senses from the Tao, his face was serious, but the evil spirit between his brows became thicker, Zhuo Yan's appearance also reminded him of the importance of the number of days, so he tried to calculate the secret, But he didn't expect Skynet to recover and directly blast him back.

He frowned tightly, as if nothing was enough, and he couldn't be satisfied at all. As far as his current practice is concerned, in the prehistoric world, he is simply unable to participate in any battle that can be recited by other worlds.

Walking out of the training room, I saw that Zhuo Yan was already sitting by the alchemy stove in the hall, and Meng Ling next to him was holding Huang Zhong and Li Zhenghuan, as if he wanted to eat but was reluctant to eat. After seeing him leave the practice room, Mengling forgot about it and threw Huang Zhongli away. Mengling shouted again: "Lord Longjun! Are you out of customs?" Rubbing Long Qianliu's hand.

At this moment, Long Qianliu's slightly sinister eyebrows eased a little, and he said, "Meng Ling, be good, go and play aside," his voice was still the same, but it was no longer Meng Ling's familiar tone.Mengling was taken aback for a moment, before he could think clearly, he heard Long Qianliu say: "Do you still keep that grass?"

"Master Hui Long," Mengling immediately took out her precious tight pot: "The grass is still here." But his tone no longer dared to be so presumptuous, and his eyes softened as he looked at the growing plants in the pot. Strong spirit grass.

Long Qianliu casually tapped a supernatural power containing the Dao into the spirit grass, and said in a slightly stiff tone, "Look at this spirit grass. If there is a chance in the future, he will become a human."

Zhuo Yan has been observing Long Qianliu all the time, and saw that his eyebrows are now full of evil spirits. When he raised his eyebrows, he himself was more or less affected by Luo Hu's evil due to some cause and effect, but he was not as angry as Long Qianliu. So obvious.

After finishing talking with Meng Ling, Long Qianliu turned to look at him again: "Fellow Daoist, can you still go to that 33 days away to listen to the sermon?"

Even so, Zhuo Yan still pretended to be okay, and replied: "Naturally."

Long Qianliu smiled.

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Zhuo Yan held his chin and squinted his eyes: really blackened?

Long Qianliu was still very calm.