crossing magic

Today's Tianting is very lively, the white lotus in Bilianchi fully bloomed overnight, it is called a beauty, and the pleasant fragrance can be smelled from far away.

A group of gods who had nothing to do and liked to gossip encouraged the Emperor and Queen of Heaven to simply hold a banquet for the gods, and gathered the big guys together to brag while admiring the lotus.

Yan Cang dragged Fu Guang all the way to the Nantian Gate, and the gatekeeper saw a bright red figure from afar and immediately rang the alarm.

How many gods are there in the entire heaven who like to wear red clothes and show their teeth and claws?No, only the Dragon Lord Yancang.

And this heavenly general happened to have seen Yan Cang, and when he smelled the strong breath of the ancient dragon, he was so scared that he almost dropped the weapon in his hand.

"Lord Dragon, Lord Dragon is back!"

On the celestial pillar in the center of the heavenly court, Yancang's name jumped out on it, and the four gleaming golden characters were just below the Heavenly Empress——Yancang, God!Even above the ranking of Zen Ancient God.

"Congratulations to the Dragon Lord!" No matter what happened to Yan Cang in the Nantian Gate, no matter what happened to Yan Cang, now he is in the position of God, and there is no magic seal on his forehead. He is the Dragon Lord, not the Demon Lord.

With one hand still pinching Fuguang's neck, Yan Cang passed the Nantian Gate and headed directly towards Bilianchi.

On the golden seat, the Emperor of Heaven and the Empress of Heaven looked at each other, shook their heads and sighed—I am afraid that there will be no peace in the Heavenly Court again.

The group of immortals below didn't know what happened, so they pushed the cups and changed the cups, feeling very uncomfortable.

At this moment, a red shadow passed over the heads of the immortals, and with a bang, one of them was thrown under the throne of the Emperor of Heaven.

There was an empty seat under the right hand of the Emperor of Heaven, which was reserved for the Zen Ancient God, but the old man was busy fishing and did not come.

Yan Cang flew over directly, and when the immortals saw clearly, he was already leaning on the seat, shaking one wrist, and said with a smile: "I haven't seen you in 500 years, Fuguang has gained a lot of weight, and my hands are sore. "

There was an eerie silence below, some people forgot to put down their wine glasses, some people bit grapes and forgot to swallow them, what's more, they didn't hold the wine glasses in their hands, and there was a bang, which just made the atmosphere even more weird... There is only one among the immortals Thoughts, Lord Long is back, really back.

Yan Cang supported his head with one hand, and smiled coquettishly: "What? Don't you know?"

Still no one spoke below, but the gazes of the immortals shifted from Yan Cang to the Heavenly Emperor and Empress.

The latter looked relaxed, and seemed to have known about Yan Cang's return for a long time.

"Cough cough...cough cough..." It took Fuguang a long time to recover, and he got up tremblingly, his face turned red and purple. He pointed at Yan Cang, but he couldn't speak, his throat was burning. , obviously hurt.

"This... this..." A group of bull-nosed people gradually came to their senses. The Dragon King hurt people as soon as he awakened. It is really vicious and hard to change!

Yan Cang on the upper right didn't find Qinglan, feeling a little upset, he bent his fingers, he grabbed the glass pot on the table recently, raised his head, and began to drink with gusto.

Everything in the sky is not good, but this wine is good, and the ones in the palace are incomparable.

Of course, Qing Lan is the best, nothing can compare to it.

Seeing that all the immortals were in chaos, Tianhou coughed and said with a smile: "The Dragon Lord has finally awakened. I am so happy and congratulated. Come on, all the immortals raise their glasses and let..."

Yan Cang interrupted the Queen of Heaven with a half-smile: "What? We haven't seen each other for 500 years. Is the Heavenly Court so unruly? I finally came back, wait... are you waiting for me to pay homage to you?"

All the immortals were shocked, quickly put down their wine glasses, sat down on the bed, and kneeled neatly on the ground: "Greetings, Lord Long!"

Without asking all the immortals to get up, Yan Cang raised his eyes to look at the Heavenly Emperor who had been silent all this time, waved his wide sleeves, and Fuguang who had just stood still knelt down with a puff, Yan Cang said with a smile: "Old man, if you really want to count, Maybe we were still a family tens of thousands of years ago, don't you think?"

The Emperor of Heaven stroked his beard and nodded: "You and I belong to the same family, that's how we say it."

Yan Cang stretched out his hand, and an unknown object appeared in his palm, which looked like a stone. He raised his hand, and the stone flew towards the Emperor of Heaven, who grabbed it.

"When I left the palace, I picked it from the ground of my unemployed palace in the mortal world. It's a souvenir for you."

It is a stone.

All the immortals lowered their heads one after another, not daring to peek at the undercurrents of the three people above.

What does Yan Cang mean by sending the Emperor of Heaven a stone?

He was telling the Emperor of Heaven, since you and I are of the same race, how do you calculate the 500-year reincarnation you personally gave me?

Fu Guang was tortured by Yan Cang along the way, not to mention the new and old hatred, even the audacious act of provoking the Emperor of Heaven at Yan Cang, he also wanted to punish it.

"Yan Cang, you dare to be disrespectful to the Emperor of Heaven, really..."

Before he finished speaking, Yan Cang sealed his six senses with a snap of his fingers.

Getting old, getting louder and more annoying than before.

"Old man, don't talk nonsense, I'm here to ask you to ask for someone, I believe you know it well." Yan Cang got up and looked at the God of Heaven: "Oh, yes, it's not just Jiu Ming."

Who does Long Jun Yancang want?

All three worlds know!

"I'll give you three days..." Yan Cang flew away: "Whether you become a god or a demon, the demon world and Qinglan, I will protect you."

All the immortals raised their heads, only a smear of fiery red remained in the air.

Song Heng woke up, and Qing Lan stood in front of the window, leaving him with a cold back, which seemed unreal, as if he would melt away at any time.

After making a calculation, Song Heng's eyes flashed with surprise: "Long Jun woke up, so fast!"

After a while, Qinglan replied with three words: "He's here!"

As soon as the words were finished, a young man with the appearance of a servant stumbled in: "Shangxian, Shangxian, here comes, that... dragon is here."

A fiery figure floated over.

Qing Lan only felt his waist tighten, and the familiar heat came to him, and someone whispered in his ear, "Qing Lan, I'm back!"

A puff of rosin rushed towards my face. On that day, the crown of the pine, I opened my eyes and saw a picturesque person, like a clear spring that would never dry up in the raging flames. I heard him say: "Xia Qinglan, Lord Long, I have admired your name for a long time!"

There was an imperceptible smile on his lips, like a serious teacher who caught the act of disturbing the students.

Yan Canglong's heart was overjoyed, and from then on, his heart was full of that cold, arrogant and unsmiling person, vowing to turn his Yuji Mountain upside down, just to see him laugh, see him angry, and see him holding up a broom to drive people away. .

At that time, Yan Cang was very puzzled, he heard that Zhenjun Yuji would stay at home even more than mortal ladies in boudoirs, let alone make friends with others, why did he "admired his name for a long time"?

As everyone knows, everything is destined in the dark.

"Welcome to Dragon Lord!" It was Song Heng who spoke, and the yelling servant had already knelt on one side, squinting at Yan Cang.

Look, as long as the evil dragon appears, Zhenjun will not see his own god in his eyes, damn it!

At this moment, Qing Lan curled her lips together: "Mr. Long, welcome back." Her brows and eyes were full of smiles.

Yan Cang still dominated Qing Lan's waist, insisting: "Qing Lan, you don't believe what you say!"

Qing Lan was puzzled: "What do you mean by that?"

"You promised to buy me a drink after 500 years."

Qing Lan's face changed slightly...