Chapter 893： Dirty crow

Seven Immortals Jiao was very happy to take Zhu Minglang to stroll around in this colorful and sacred soil.

Zhu Minglang found that the scene he saw when he was walking around was completely different from the scene when Seven Immortals Jiao led the way.

Where I walked before, all I could see was the endless colorful sands, except for the brilliant colors, it would inevitably be a little tired after watching it for a long time.

When the Seven Immortals Jiao took him around, Zhu Minglang saw many different colorful lakes. These colorful lakes were clean and holy. The water resembled the melting snow of Tianshan Mountains, and the colored sand was as clean as a jewel and pearl. Put it low, you can see the bottom of the lake at a glance, and at the same time you can see the fish swimming in the lake. It feels so clean that they are swimming in the air!

Some fish spirits are glowing with fluorescence, like lanterns painted by folk paintings, and some lake grasses are like carpets of flowers, neatly spread out, and the spirit of the fairy spirits lingering here are no longer so intrusive. Thousands of miles away, they will actively gather together, and then drift into the nose and throat like fresh and clean air. The whole person seems to be washed by the extremely clean here, forgetting the pain, and the hostility and restlessness follow. It was smoothed.

It was like being pushed open a door.

What I saw just now was completely different from what Qixian Jiao led himself saw.

Now Zhu Minglang believes that this is the place where the gods once lived, and he also feels the extraordinary place of this god.

"Can I practice here?" Zhu Minglang asked Seven Immortals Jiao Dao.

Qixian Jiao nodded and expressed his welcome.

If it weren't for the lack of people here, Zhu Minglang really wanted to build a mansion in this sacred soil, and then live here for a long time. He would have been immersed for ten or eight years, and he would be truly invincible when he was born again.

Unfortunately, this is not the way to practice.

He is still more obsessed with red dust, has friends, relatives, and relatives...

But when you really need to concentrate on practicing and need a person to plan your own path of practice quietly, staying quietly here is indeed the most perfect place.

The distracting thoughts in my heart are slowly dissipating, and Zhu Minglang also knows that this distracting thought is related to the demons.

He is not a pure good cultivator, and even a good cultivator, upright, will actually be trapped by his own way. Zhu Minglang recalled that messy dream, now he can be sure that it is his own demon.

Moreover, slashing Zhan Shengzun directly at that time also created some demons.

The inner demon wants to control everything, possess everything, and enjoy everything.

The inner demon hopes to do whatever he wants, and hopes to get lost in the brilliance and power of today.

If he was a fledgling newcomer, if he had just descended from the Sword Sect of Yaoshan at that time and had not experienced the ups and downs of life, Zhu Minglang is indeed easily influenced by the demons, but now he has matured too much... he already knows clearly. What I want, what indulge in beauty, and love for money and dragons, are all from my own heart, demons, and so on. There is really no need to shake myself and make myself feel that I am saved, and maybe a gentleman.

With no distractions, practice is the most effective at this time.

While Zhu Minglang quietly absorbed the vigorous psychic energy in the colorful divine soil, he was thinking of some sword intent that he had never tried before.

The sword spirit dragon flies in the sky in front of Zhu Minglang, what kind of sword picture Zhu Minglang draws in his mind, and what kind of sword trajectory the sword spirit dragon swings simultaneously.

The other dragons were not idle either. One by one, lying in the place with the strongest aura, the Nuwa dragon coiled around with a curvaceous body, sitting next to Zhu Minglang, chanting some ancient language softly with his hands folded.

The Jinjin Black Dragon inhales and exhales. It doesn't know why. After each inhalation, some impurities in the body will be eliminated as it exhales. After those impurities are exhaled, it feels that its body is lighter.

Xiao Bai grabbed Zhu Minglang's shoulders, yawned, and was fishing for some small fish in Caihu with his dragon's tail.

Yan Wanglong and Tianshalong don't like this kind of too sacred place. They are in the spiritual realm, just absorbing the aura gathered from Zhu Minglang.

The little golden dragon seems to have discovered a wonderful paradise, it strays in this colorful divine soil, chasing after those beautiful lake spirits.

Peach Demon Lulong obediently lay next to Nuwa Dragon, learning the form of Nuwa Dragon, and practiced with great concentration, and some immortals gradually appeared on his body.

This state gave Zhu Minglang a little insight into the sword realm.

Drinking alcohol that day, Zhu Minglang also asked Linghuling about the sword realm by the way.

Zhu Minglang also didn't know if there was a next level in the sword realm.

Take the wind as the gravel, and the heaven and the earth as the furnace...

If there is the next Sword Realm, what should it be, and what kind of power can it achieve?

Moreover, Zhu Minglang still does not understand.

The sword realms that I have learned since childhood are obviously very sophisticated swordsmanship systems. In the dragon gate, Zhu Minglang has few opponents with the two levels of sword realm fellow practitioners, and is learning some extremely difficult swordsmanship. Time seems to be extraordinarily relaxed, as if ever-changing.

…

Whether time is passing, Zhu Minglang has no idea.

He was insightful little by little.

At the same time, I also recalled every bit of my sword practice.

I don’t know why, Zhu Minglang always feels that the useless sword intent he practiced at the beginning is like a just right bridge in today's realm, so that he will not step on the air in the advancement of the realm, nor will he let himself. In the process of speeding, I found that I had actually chosen the wrong path.

Everything seems to be laid out.

Zhu Minglang opened his eyes and vaguely felt that he had oversimplified some things.

He thought of a man with a simple and elegant robes and long hair tied with a wooden hairpin. She danced in the ice and snow, but she seemed to be colder than the ice and snow.

After she abandoned Jian Xiu, all she could see in her eyes was disappointment...

Zhu Minglang still had a lot of confusion before.

But now Zhu Minglang can probably understand the cause of that disappointment and indifference.

The master who taught his sword realm seemed to have even taught himself the sword intent of the gods realm.

Unfortunately, Zhu Minglang never saw her again after meeting her.

The road to practice is long, and I don’t know when I will meet again.

Demon wish Ming Lang may not.

Knot, this is one of them.

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Meditation is not just thinking about nothing.

Rather, my heart is like still water, thinking about the things that once made my emotions turbulent, whether grievances or entanglements, no longer with my own paranoid and naive thoughts, just thinking about the past, and even using a third party. Way to evaluate.

To smooth away the waves of the past is also a kind of practice to exercise a person's state of mind.

I don’t know how long Zhu Minglang has been in the Divine Land. When the thought of leaving came in my mind, I chose to leave. Although everything here warmly invites myself to continue to cultivate here, Zhu Minglang knows myself. Not a person of the type of idle clouds and wild cranes.

Leaving the colorful sacred soil, Zhu Minglang did not stay in Baize for a long time.

When Zhu Minglang looked up at his Fuyuan, he found that Fuyuan's purple qi had faded away. Obviously, this time the concentrated practice of Colorful Divine Soil was God's commendation to him.

Zhu Minglang returned to Xuan Ge Shendu.

The gods of Xuan Ge are splendid and magnificent, and the smell of fireworks is very cordial. Zhu Minglang discarded the old monk's thoughts of practicing as an ancient well, and plunged into the red dust. There were only two words in his mind, really fragrant. !

Good wine and delicacies, right and wrong, taste one by one, and settle one by one!

"Crow, have you seen it, that tall and thin guy likes to wear black and lacquered long clothes like you." Zhu Minglang pointed at someone and said to Bai Ze Crow.

"I have seen it, I have seen it, Yang Xu Mosheng, this kind of person is the most tricky to toss!" Bai Ze Crow said excitedly.

"He is a righteous god, swagger, and he should also be at the level of a **** master. Do you have any means to give me any means? If you want me to see him alive and vigorously in front of me in recent days, or swaying in front of me, I will cook you. Feed the dog into crow soup!" Zhu Minglang said to Bai Ze Crow.

"Shangxian rest assured, other righteous gods may still have some yang destiny blessings. This humane heart is unstable and the devil heart invades. I am afraid that the righteous god's position is not so right, and he has done a lot of things that are ashamed of God's gift. Say, don't do bad things during the day, and don't be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door in the middle of the night, hehe, this guy is doing too much bad things, he will be accurate when he drops!" Baize Crow is also a master who is not afraid of ghosts and ghosts.

What Tianshu God, in the eyes of Baize Crow, is a hapless one, with a few tricks, you can make the other party sleepless at night!

"The one next to him is called Pang Lang, and you will serve me well," Zhu Minglang said.

"No problem, I see them, they are going to go to the kiln, I will give them a chicken and weak!"

"..." Zhu Minglang turned around, UU Reading planned to not recognize this dirty crow for the time being.

"They don't want to be happy tonight, and then I will give them something to eat and purge..." Bai Ze Crow said.

"Crow, I don't think you are very loyal to your duties. Listening to your terms, you have not less to go to the world to watch." Zhu Minglang said.

"Hey, Shangxian, Baize is a forbidden place after all. Although there are many ancient-level existences, it is indeed boring to be boring. You also know my abilities, my little ones, as long as you see what you hear and what you hear , Will form a consensus with me, so this world actually has a lot of my eyeliner, and occasionally teases some unlucky ones..." Bai Ze Crow said bashfully.

"What have you done more?" Zhu Minglang asked.

"It's nothing, just let some ladies who pretend to be young ladies in the daytime, and the ladies who mess with the courtiers at night to get pregnant unexpectedly, and let the guys who don't come home at night meet the yang banshee in the middle of the night, and make those couples who show their affection in public every day to death. Intercourse..." Bai Ze Crow said.

Zhu Minglang began to wonder whether he would lose his life if he let this dirty crow serve as his own service!