Chapter 893: Dirty Crow

Seven Immortal Jiao happily took Zhu Minglang for a stroll in the colorful Zesty Soil.

Zhu Minglang found that the scene he saw when he was wandering around was completely different from what he saw when Qixianjiao was leading the way.

Where I walked before, all I could see was the endless colorful sand, and there was nothing but the gorgeous colors. It was inevitable to be a little tired after looking at it for a long time.

When Qixianjiao took him for a stroll, Zhu Minglang saw many different colorful lakes. These colorful lakes were clean and holy, the water melted like snow from the Tianshan Mountains, and the colorful sand was as clean as gemstones and pearls. Put it lower, 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 is so clean that it feels like they are swimming in mid-air!

Some fish spirits glow with fluorescence, like folk-painted lanterns one by one, and some lake grasses are spread out neatly like flower-colored carpets, and the fairy spirits lingering here are no longer so unattractive Thousands of miles away, they will actively gather together, and then float into the nose and throat of a person like fresh and clean air. It was healed.

It was like being pushed open a door.

What he saw just now was completely different from what the Seven Immortals led him.

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

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

Seven Immortal Jiao nodded, expressing his great welcome.

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

Unfortunately, this is not Zhu Minglang's way of practice.

He is still more obsessed with the world of mortals, has friends, relatives, and spouses...

But when you really need to concentrate on cultivation and plan your own way of practice quietly, it is indeed the most perfect place to rest here for a while.

The distracting thoughts in his heart are slowly dissipating, and Zhu Minglang also knows that these distracting thoughts are related to the inner demon.

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

and,

At that time, Zhan Shengzun was chopped off directly, and some demons were also created.

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

The inner demon hopes that he can do whatever he wants, and hope that he can get lost in the current prominence and power.

If he was a fledgling, if he had just descended from the Yaoshan Sword Sect and had not experienced the ups and downs of life, Zhu Minglang would have been easily swayed by demons, but now he has matured too much...he already knows I know what I want, what is obsessed with beauty, what loves money and dragons, it all comes from my own heart, demons and so on, there is really no need to shake myself, let myself feel that I can still be saved, and I may be a gentleman.

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

While Zhu Minglang was quietly absorbing the rich spiritual energy in the colorful divine soil, he was imagining some sword intents that he had never tried before in his mind.

The sword spirit dragon was flying in the sky in front of Zhu Minglang, what kind of sword picture Zhu Minglang drew in his mind, and what kind of sword trajectory the sword spirit dragon swung at the same time.

The other dragons were not idle either, lying on the place where the aura was the strongest. Nüwalong, with her graceful and enchanting body curled up, sat next to Zhu Minglang, chanting some ancient languages ​​softly with her palms folded.

The Cinder Black Dragon inhales and exhales, and it doesn't know why, after each inhalation, some impurities in the body will be eliminated with the exhalation, and after exhaling those impurities, it feels that its body is much lighter.

How could Xiaobai occupy Zhu Minglang's shoulder, yawned, and was catching some small fish in the colorful lake with the dragon's tail.

Both Yan Wanglong and Tianshalong don't like this kind of overly sacred place. They are only absorbing the spiritual energy gathered from Zhu Minglang in the spiritual realm.

The little golden dragon seemed to have discovered a wonderful paradise, it scurry around in this colorful divine soil, and when it saw those beautiful lake spirits, it chased after them.

The peach demon deer dragon obediently lay beside Nuwalong, imitating Nuwalong's appearance and concentrating on cultivating, and some immortality gradually appeared on his body.

This state gave Zhu Minglang a little understanding of the Sword Realm.

While drinking that day, Zhu Minglang also asked Linghuling about the sword realm.

Zhu Minglang didn't know whether there was another level of sword realm.

The wind is the gravel, the sky and the earth are the furnace...

If there is a next sword state, what should it be, and what kind of power can it achieve?

Moreover, there was still one thing Zhu Minglang couldn't figure out.

The sword realms that I have learned since I was a child are obviously very advanced sword cultivation systems. In the Dragon Gate, Zhu Minglang has few opponents among his fellow practitioners by relying on these two levels of sword realms. He is learning some extremely difficult sword techniques It seems to be extraordinarily relaxed all the time, as if everything is inseparable from it.

...

Whether time is passing, Zhu Minglang has no idea.

He is comprehending bit by bit.

At the same time, I was also recalling the bits and pieces 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 bridge that is just right in the current realm, so that he will not step on the ground in the advancement of the realm, and will not let himself In the process of speeding, I found that I actually chose the wrong path.

Everything seems to be laid out.

Zhu Minglang opened his eyes, vaguely feeling that he had oversimplified some things.

He thought of a person in an elegant Taoist robe and long hair tied with a wooden hairpin. She danced a sword in the ice and snow, but it seemed colder than the ice and snow.

After she abandoned the sword cultivator, 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 reason for that disappointment and indifference.

The master who taught him the sword realm seemed to have taught him the sword intent of the god realm.

It's a pity that after Zhu Minglang met her that time, he never saw her again.

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

The demon Zhu Minglang may not have.

Heart knot, this is one of them.

...

Meditation does not mean not thinking about anything.

Instead, my heart is like still water, thinking about those things that once made me emotionally turbulent, whether it is grievances or entanglements, no longer with my own paranoid and naive thoughts, but just thinking about the past, and even using a third party's way to evaluate.

It is also a kind of practice to calmly smooth out the waves of the past, and to exercise one's state of mind.

I don't know how long Zhu Minglang stayed in the divine soil. When a thought came to his mind that it was time to leave, he chose to leave. Although everything here kindly invited him to continue to cultivate here, Zhu Minglang knew that he had to leave. Not a wandering cloud wild crane type of person.

After leaving Colorful God Land, Zhu Minglang did not stay in Bai Ze for long.

When Zhu Minglang looked up at his source of blessing, he found that the purple aura of the source of blessing had faded. Obviously, this time, the dedication of Qicai Shenyang in cultivation was God's reward for him.

Zhu Minglang returned to Xuan Ge Shendu.

Xuan Ge God is gorgeous and magnificent, and the smell of fireworks is very cordial. Zhu Minglang threw away the idea of ​​the old monk's practice in the ancient well, and plunged into this world of mortals. There are only two words in his mind, really fragrant !

Good food and wine, right and wrong grievances, taste one by one, and settle one by one!

"Crow, did you see that tall and thin guy, he likes wearing black long coats like you." Zhu Minglang pointed to a person and said to Bai Ze Crow.

"I see, I see, yang deficiency and demon flourishing, this kind of person is the most tricky to toss!" Bai Ze Crow said excitedly.

"He is a righteous god, ostentatious, and should also be at the level of a god master. If you have any means to show me, if you want me to see him alive and well in recent days, or dangle in front of me in high spirits, I will boil you Feed the dog into crow soup!" Zhu Minglang said to Bai Ze's crow.

"Don't worry, Shangxian, other righteous gods may still have some blessings of yang luck. This person's moral heart is not stable, and the devil's heart is intruding. I am afraid that the position of the righteous god is not so legitimate, and he has done a lot of deeds that are unworthy of God's blessing. Said, 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 just does too many bad things, so he will be right when he drops his head!” Bai Ze Crow is also a master who is not afraid of gods and ghosts.

What kind of Tianshu God, in the eyes of Bai Ze Wu Ya, is an unlucky guy. With a little trick, he can make the other party sleepless at night!

"The one next to him is called Pang Lang. You also take good care of me," Zhu Minglang said.

"No problem, I see them, as if they are going to visit a brothel, I'll give them a chicken powerless first!"

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

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

"Crow, I don't think you have done your duty very well. Listening to your terminology, you often come to the world to watch the prison." Zhu Minglang said.

"Hey, Shangxian, Bai Ze is a forbidden area after all. Although there are many ancient-level existences, it is really boring to be boring. You also know my ability. My little ones, as long as they see and hear , will form a consensus with me, so there are actually a lot of my eyeliners in this world, and occasionally I will play tricks on some unlucky people..." Bai Ze Crow said meanly.

"What have you done?" Zhu Minglang asked.

"It's nothing, just let some ladies who pretend to be ladies during the day and mess around with retainers at night get pregnant unexpectedly, let the men who don't come home at night meet the sex-sucking banshee in the middle of the night, and make those couples who show their affection in public every day become old and dead. We communicate with each other..." Bai Ze Crow said.

Zhu Minglang began to wonder if making this dirty crow his servant would shorten his life!