The scoundrel became the pet of the master's group

All kinds of strange monster corpses were piled up around the boundary gate, among which were some monk corpses.

There are some monks Yan Tian, ​​and most of them serve the monks Zhu Tian who are dressed differently from Xia Tian.

"These are Zhutian monsters and monks who came here from the connection channel. Every time the gate of the world is opened, there will be a group of aliens who want to invade other worlds." Wenfeng explained lightly, "That's why we sent People are guarding the entrance of the connecting passage and stopping them here."

Fang Xiu interjected, sneering: "The Zhu Tian cultivators we met in Zhu Huan's secret realm are all weak and vulnerable."

Even the places of delusion that have trapped many Zhutian Yuanying's powers for thousands of years have been broken one after another.

One after another, their expressions were cold, and they secretly slandered—it was obvious that these people, like Brother Zhu Tian, ​​were also trapped in a dream.I don't know what they are so proud of.

What's more, Diesi said that the real powers in Zhu Tianzhu's world have no time to come here.Those they met, to borrow the words of Lord Xingyan, were all second-rate Nascent Souls from Zhu Tianjie.

But it doesn't matter.

The grip on his fingers tightened suddenly, and an impatient but cautious elegant tone came to his ears: "Ah Xu, let's go back to Lingyuan Peak?"

Confused one after another: "Don't wait until the gate is closed? What if there are powerful monsters or monks running over and they can't deal with it?"

"Xining and Qin Shi will stay here." Wenfeng raised the corner of his mouth, "As long as you are willing to return to Lingyuan with me, you can do it anytime."

Thin lips raised slightly one after another: "Then wait a minute, the business here is over, let's go back together."

***

The bright red Hualin stretches to the sky, and the breeze blows through the mountain stream, and petal flowers fall like rain.

They returned to Lingyuan Peak one after another, and everything was as it was back then.

The two years were like quicksands of stone fire, blown by the breeze of the fairy mountain, and dissipated like a dream, as if they had never existed.

He once thought that he was no longer a disciple of the Sen Luo Sword Sect, but it turned out that it was just his self-righteousness.

He is still practicing the Taixuan Scriptures, practicing the Senluo swordsmanship, and the rebellious thoughts that will emerge every few hours

——He wants to deceive the master and destroy the ancestors, and kill the master to prove the way!

Wenfeng, this donkey, can someone come and take him away.

Ling Chengze and Liu Changji didn't move at all, didn't even think about causing trouble for Wenfeng?

One day after half a month, the sunrise was three poles high, vermilion red and yellow.

The warm sun penetrates the tall window lattices and sprinkles golden yellow in the room, and the smoke is lingering, it is difficult to conceal the sensuality of the room.

I didn't know when I fell asleep last night, and in my dim consciousness, I heard a knock on the door outside.

Wenfeng got up to go out, and returned to the room not long after, whispering softly in his ear: "I'm going to leave Lingyuan for a while."

Enduring the soreness one after another, he waved his hands weakly, as if he could not wait to send off the evil spirit: "Get out."

Don't come back for a year or so.

A few smirks came into my ears: "My little devil, of course I want to go with me."

Gritting her teeth in anger one after another, she picked up the pillow and threw it viciously at his face.

The elegant voice laughed even more joyfully.

After noon, Wenfeng carried him across the golden car, and the two flew away from Lingyuan together.

Leaning on him one after another, he asked doubtfully, "Where are you going?"

"The third floor of Yantian, Fulong Ridge. All the materials needed to revive the ancient true dragon have been found."

With a cold voice, he let out an indifferent "hmm".

Wenfeng intends to resurrect the real dragon with half a keel, so he went to Zhutian to find the blood of the beast.

Now that the materials are ready, it is natural to act as soon as possible.

He reached out to search in the Qiankun bag, and after a while, he slapped a shining bead onto Wenfeng's hand.

"Longan, take it."

"One longan is enough, you can keep this one."

He glanced coldly at him one after another: "Yes, no, use."

Previously, Wen Feng forcibly tied the longan and half of the broken jade together, forcing him to remove the broken jade together.

Later, they reconciled as before, with Wen Feng's narrow mind, the piece of broken jade could only be kept at the bottom of the box forever.

However, Wenfeng forcibly hung the longan around his neck, and after a few quarters of an hour, he felt that it prevented him from biting his collarbone and tearing it off.

With such capriciousness, only Wen Feng, a vile and shameless person, can be confident and confident as if it is a matter of course.

Wen Ya's voice chuckled: "When the real dragon is resurrected, I will give you the real dragon's eye."

"Use, no, use."

No matter what you wear, it will eventually be torn off because it gets in the way.

As soon as the voice fell, I felt something was wrong again.

Curious one after another: "You found another longan? Didn't you know where it was hidden by Sect Master Qiantian?"

"I knew where the suzerain hid the longan from the very beginning." Wenfeng smiled lightly, "The suzerain was short of 500 million spirit stones from the Jindoucheng Chamber of Commerce, and was afraid that the people from the chamber of commerce would snatch the longan back, so he found someone himself. Hide it where you think it is absolutely safe."

"But that longan was auctioned by me at the chamber of commerce."

Surprised one after another: "Did you tamper with the longan?"

"It's just a small tracking spell." Wen Ya's voice was indifferent, "I just want to test the ability of the monks of the chamber of commerce. I don't know if they didn't care, or they didn't notice it. Anyway, that little spell has been in the longan all the time, and it hasn't been seen. People disappear."

Her clear eyes gave him a cold look.Believe him to be a ghost.

"I'm not lying." Wenfeng smiled, "I don't have the ability to predict the future. At that time, I didn't know that the suzerain had no money and dared to bid. I just thought it would be useful."

Later, if it was really used, it was easy to find the longan that was hidden by Suzerain Qiantian with this spell.

Wenfeng auctioned the longan and earned 3000 million spirit stones. After a while, he retrieved the longan without any effort.

One after another has nothing to say to this insidious and cunning big devil.

Gentle and elegant, he asked again with a smile, "Do you know why I put the longan up for auction?"

"Don't you want to watch a play?"

Sovereign Qiantian lost his temper.

The peak master Liedi was also impatient to find the longan, and his inner demons gradually regressed, and he was only one step away from going crazy.

"There is a reason for this. But the main reason is because of your and my joint registration ceremony."

"I want to hold the most lively and grand wedding ceremony for you," Wenfeng said teasingly, "This is my first time holding a marriage ceremony. I have no experience, so I don't know how much money I need, I'm afraid it won't be enough."

He glanced sideways at him one after another: "Have you spent all the money?"

"No, it's useless. You don't want anything, and I don't know what to buy." Wen Feng chuckled, "How about we do it again?"

After not answering one after another, he teased again: "Or I will give you all the spirit stones, and you will manage the accounts in the future?"

Qingjue glanced at him coldly: "Keep it for yourself!"

The speeding car came to Fulongling on the third floor of Xia Tian amidst the surging spring tide.

When Wenfeng changed to Wuya Mojun, he rebuilt the remaining palace of Senluo Sword Sect and changed it to Yuhengzong.

After his identity was known two years ago, he changed back to the Senluo Sword Sect openly.

After resting all night, he followed Wen Feng, Fang Xiu, Qin Shi and a group of high-level relatives to the half keel on the second day.

Fulongling is a huge hill, with huge keel remains around the mountain, half of which is exposed on the surface, and half of which has been buried in the loess, blending with the rocks.

After thousands of years of wind and rain erosion, the skeleton is no longer complete, but the momentum is still majestic.

It is much bigger than the giant flood dragon that I have seen one after another.

Wen Feng took out the dragon's eyes, heart, tendons, and Ni scales and placed them on the corresponding positions of the keel, and then dipped the tip of his sword in blood, and carved a bright red charm on the back of the dragon.

Qin Shixiang explained one after another to those who stood watching: "This is a spell to control spirit beasts. Carve it on the dragon bone. After the real dragon is resurrected, it will become Master's spirit beast and obey Master's orders."

"Because it is deeply buried in the bones and blood, no matter what method you can't break the spell, don't worry about this dragon being disobedient."

One after another suddenly felt a little cold on the back of the neck, this move was too harsh.

He frowned slightly: "Can you really be resurrected?"

Fang Xiu didn't take it seriously: "This is a secret method passed down from ancient times. No one knows whether it can revive the real dragon or not."

"Anyway, it's just for fun. It's the best if you can be resurrected. It doesn't matter if you can't. It won't take too much trouble."

One after another: "..."

The peerless demons of the Sen Luo Sword Sect really lived up to their reputation.

After Wenfeng carved the spell, he returned to the side of Lianlian: "Let's go, go back and rest."

"This should be okay?"

"The rest is to mix the remaining blood with other materials and apply it on the keel. Just leave it to the people below, we don't need to do it ourselves."

"When you wait 36 ​​or 49 days, you should be able to see results. If there is no movement after 81 days, it is a failure."

They nodded indifferently one after another, and walked away from the mountain top.

After more than 20 days, news came from Fulongling that new flesh and blood had gradually grown on the skeleton of the giant dragon.

The spell to resurrect the dragon appears to have succeeded.

Next, you only need to wait for a period of time with peace of mind, until the flesh and blood grow together.

During the period, he was forcibly pulled by the triumphant Wenfeng to look at it once, and green dragon scales had appeared in many places on the half of the skeleton.The faucet is also clearly recognizable as it was then.

According to time estimates, the dragon will be resurrected in more than 20 days.

No.40 A few nights ago, the two were talking about Ye Yu in Wushan, when suddenly there were a few slightly eager knocks on the door outside the room.

Yaxing was disturbed, and she frowned in displeasure: "What's the matter?"

"Mr. Dao, news just came from Fulongling. Someone sneaked in under the cover of night and has reached the keel."

One after another, my heart trembled slightly: "Someone is going to do something to the real dragon?"

Wen Feng got up with a sullen face, and took Lian Lian, Fang Xiu, and Qin Shi together to Fulongling in a golden chariot.

Fang Xiu originally thought that Ling Chengze or Liu Changji had obstructed this matter, but after sending an inquiry, the two expressed that they had no knowledge of it.

The blood was taken by Yu successively, and he planned to help Wenfeng revive the real dragon, so they would not intentionally make trouble.

Fulongling is heavily guarded, and the intruder must be a Nascent Soul cultivator.

Fang Xiu said grimly: "If this mouse is caught by me, I will definitely tear him to pieces."

Hearing the wind, the phoenix's eyes were cold, and he kept silent.

His methods will only be more ruthless than Fang Xiu.

The four arrived at Fulong Ridge at dawn.

As soon as the keel integrated with the mountain came into view, a powerful spiritual energy was detected from a distance.

The clouds on the top of the mountain were churning, the wind was howling, and there seemed to be the faint sound of a dragon chant.

He frowned slightly one after another: "The real dragon is resurrected?"

However, counting the time, it was still a few days away.

An ominous premonition suddenly emerged: "Someone used some method to resurrect the real dragon in advance?"

He asked Xiang Wenfeng: "If that person carves his spell on the dragon bone, will the real dragon no longer be at your command after resurrection?"

They were busy in vain, and finally made a wedding dress for someone else?

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