This Huanglong is a bit stable

Chapter 33
Those who don't plan for the world are not enough for a moment.Those who do not seek the overall situation are not enough to seek a domain.

Aim high!

Every innate demon god can leave his own footprints in the long river of time and be praised by all ages. He must have his own unique method, the fundamental method of the earth immortal, and a Dao fruit to interpret the magnificence of mountains and rivers.

There are mountains without names, but there are immortals and spirits.

The vast prehistoric mountains and rivers.

Earth Immortals are just stepping on the threshold of cultivation.

Above the Earth Immortal, there are more realms. If each realm is divided, then practitioners really cannot escape the so-called fairy cage and obediently offer their luck.

"Great Immortal Zhenyuanzi, for the sake of our friendship, do you think I don't record the name of Earth Immortal, can I return it?" Huang Long didn't give up, he was used to plucking wool.

Suddenly one day, a person tells you that you should pay the rent.

He cannot accept it.

"Go."

Daxian Zhenyuanzi waved his sleeves, and instantly a gust of wind flew out from the sleeves, rolled up Huanglong, and rushed to the sky. When he opened his eyes, Huanglong no longer knew where he was?

Daoxianzhen?

"Why do you behave like this?"

Huanglong spat out a small green grass.

No martial arts at all.

But at the same time, it also made Huanglong deeply impressed by the world of prehistoric cultivation. Realm does not fully represent combat power. In the original book, although Huang Lao is a skinless dragon, his realm is actually not low at all.

In the era when saints did not come out, he was still a big boss of Jinxian, but the three generations of disciples who were cut off from teaching, wanton humiliation, and running around all over the map are enough to explain some problems?
Sometimes Jinxian really can't do the heresy way of practicing the crash method.

Looking at Huanglong's failures, some of them belonged to "recklessness" and some of them belonged to accidents.

Look high.

Huang Long, who was still blaming himself, didn't notice at all that a bright crimson light exploded in the sky and spread to his feet in an instant.

In the rays of the sun, millions of heavenly soldiers and generals can be vaguely seen, coming menacingly and majesticly, unleashing the boundless Wia, the starry sky is a bit dim at this moment.

A domineering cry, in addition to gathering tens of thousands of burning clouds, can also faintly see a wooden air penetrating the world, shaped like a crane, with only one leg, with red markings on the blue feathers, and a white mouth.

With one breath, it engulfs thousands of fires of Otoki.

Huang Long's eyes were slightly shocked, looking at the many heavenly soldiers and generals who descended suddenly, and Bi Fang, who was engraved with the golden crow divine pattern, stepped out of it, and the vast rays of light fell on the clouds.

Floating above the Yellow Dragon.

"Huanglong handed over the Nine Dragons Agarwood Chariot, I will spare you from death."

Sure enough, it is the style of the Yaozu. What I like is mine. Even a saint needs to stay away, but have these idiots forgotten that even the Eastern Emperor Taiyi is only the pinnacle of a quasi-sage.

If it weren't for the innate treasure of the East Emperor Bell, one bell could break ten thousand dharmas.

It has long been crushed by a sage with a finger.

That is to say, because the Lich Clan is the protagonist of the Lich Era, they did not act on the bright side, but the secret calculations never stopped.

The divine way is weak.

It has a lot to do with them.

Cause and effect are difficult to understand, karma is entangled, and one day it will completely erupt.

"The treasure has a spirit. This is my gift to Master Yuanshi. Don't you dare to snatch it?"

The strength is not as good as others, and Huanglong can only move out his elders to suppress Bi Fang. Yuanshi Tianzun is recognized as the No. 1 saint among the saints who protect his weaknesses, and every disciple is a carefully cultivated future.

You can't smash your halberd into the sand on the desolate land.

The demon god Bi Fang, in the state of Daluo, is a nearly immortal existence. Although he is one of the 28 mansions in the Shenting, doesn't it mean that the saint doesn't give him face?
There is momentum and ostentation.

But in the face of absolute strength, everything is nothing but the moon in the mirror and flowers in the water.

Bi Fang's expression was extremely embarrassing, and with a sharp phoenix cry, he thought over and over again: "I came from the East China Sea. The old Dragon King has given the Nine Dragons Agarwood Chariot to His Majesty the East Emperor's contemporary walking tools, and the Dragon Clan has already surrendered to my god court. Please don't take it." Self mistake."

Huanglong was silent for a moment.

The old dragon king once said that he would lead the dragons to retreat to the holy dragon world, leaving only a small number of dragons to rule the world and perform the function of cloud and rain.But in a mere hundred years, things are different.

Maybe there is also the idea of ​​misfortune.

The dragon clan can't stand any toss.

Huanglong scratched his head, he knew that something contaminated with the dragon clan would be implicated by it. Before, he was lucky, at least with the support of a saint, who would be so ignorant.

trouble him.

Now the trouble is at your door.

The treasure is here, and the demon god Bi Fang is invited to come and get it by himself.

If he can't beat him, he can only shake people.

"Master Yuanshi, come here quickly, the Nine Dragons Agarwood Chariot, the means of transportation that your good disciple respects, is about to be taken away by the demon god." Huang Long silently recited the name of the saint in his heart.

One thought of a sage can be seen for thousands of years.

The Nine Dragons Agarwood Chariot, which was still on stage, was put on the ground by Huang Long, and Nine Dragons pulled the cart. It was full of ostentation. Even the Shenting with a big family did not have such a luxurious means of transportation.

"it is good."

Really reckless.

Huanglong looked at the demon god Bi Fang in the sky in amazement, he was just pretending to cater to him, why did he really appear, he really didn't know what to do.

Yuanshi Baba, where are you?
Huang Long looked at the sky nervously, the moment Bi Fang landed, he saw a flag, a chaotic banner, Huang Long's uneasy heart landed on his heart.Xiaguang flashed.

The Chaos Banner floated in Huanglong's hand.

Bi Fang, who looks arrogant and condescending, relies on the gods to do evil, and even dares to covet the things of the saints, and he has lived to the end.

Shake gently.

A chaotic air mechanism floated out from the chaotic banner, locking Bi Fang, and when the wind blew, Huanglong saw Bi Fang's wings melted by the wind, revealing his ferocious back.Drops of divine blood enter the autumn wind.

Into the desolate land.

Brightly colored seeds burst out of the ground.

Bi Fang looked at Huang Long in shock, showing horror in his eyes.

"The treasure is right in front of the demon god Bi Fang, why not take it?"

Huang Long looked at the bewildered demon god with relish, and took a deep breath. It seemed like no one had the innate treasure, and with the blessing of the saint's mana, Bi Fang was just an ant.

Above the clouds, the heavenly soldiers and generals had no time to cry, and they had already turned into ashes, but Bi Fang was the only one left. It is estimated that the sage wanted to leave a mouthful of information.

Go back and warn Donghuang Taiyi not to be too arrogant.

Bi Fang's trembling hands transformed into his real body, and there was an embarrassing smile in his unruly eyes.

"It turned out to be a sage disciple. At first, I thought it was a certain mountain fairy who used the name of a sage indiscriminately, and wore a tiger skin to make a coat. Don't be surprised if I invite the real Huanglong."

"No, no, no!"

Huang Long didn't stop Bi Fang from leaving, although he was a saint, but he couldn't be happy in his heart, his cultivation was still too low.

(End of this chapter)