Chapter One Thousand and Thirty-One Night's Ghost Cries and Wolf Howls!

The Great Sage of Nine Dragons was dumbfounded at the changes in Yang Zhen. The more he felt, the more he felt that the development of things seemed a bit absurd?

Beep his mother, could it be that this kid was hiding his power from the beginning?

How could he break through to the third heaven in the blink of an eye?

This kind of thing, not to mention seeing it with my own eyes, the old Nine Dragons just didn't even dare to think about it. Whoever dares to look into his eyes and say that someone can raise the power of the first layer to the top of the world in just a dozen breaths? In the third heaven, Kowloon will definitely slap him up.

Isn't this bullshit!

Who can raise the potential of the first level to the third level one after another in just a dozen breaths?

Yang Zhen did it, and not only did he do it, this bastard seems to be still improving.

I just don't know why, but his promotion is a bit slow.

In the next cup of tea, Yang Zhen stabilized his momentum at the third heaven.

Feeling that Yang Zhen's improvement has slowed down, Jiulong actually felt a sense of tension.

This is a record, a record that has never been seen in the past and present, and it is about to be achieved in front of him. This kind of mixed feelings of gratification and regret makes even Jiulong inevitably feel a little bit different.

Even if Yang Zhen stops his epiphany now, that would be commendable.

Suddenly, Yang Zhen frowned gradually, and Jiulong was surprised to find that he thought the pressure was a little low!

Discovering this, Jiulong couldn't laugh or cry, and laughed and cursed: "You bastard, well, I want to see what kind of miracles you can create!"

boom--!

There was an earth-shattering hum, and the aura on Jiulong's body suddenly rose again. The terrifying aura condensed the surrounding air. The dragon-like creature under the two of them suddenly wailed, flapped its wings, and fell from mid-air .

The wind was howling, and the air waves were raging. Jiulong also showed a dignified look on his whole face, staring at Yang Zhen, as if he was not the one who fell, and he didn't care at all, but just put all his momentum on Yang Zhen.

Yang Zhen... His brows stretched out, and a terrifying aura erupted from his body, like the breath of heaven and earth, with a drum and a breath, it coincided with the way of heaven.

Jiulong was dumbfounded. In such a short period of time, Yang Zhen's aura made another breakthrough!

Rumble!

The dragon-like creature hit the ground, took Jiulong and Yang Zhen out for hundreds of feet before barely stopping, howled, and looked at Jiulong dissatisfied.

Jiulong got up from the ground as if nothing happened, and looked at Yang Zhen who was lying on the ground with a strange expression.

Yang Zhen opened his eyes and looked at the surrounding environment with a dazed expression. There was still a handful of dogtail grass on Jiulong's disheveled head, which looked ridiculously green.

"This... a new look from my hometown!"

Jiulong glared at Yang Zhen angrily.

...

In the north of the atrium, near the junction of the Northern Territory, there is a world of icebergs, filled with continuous white mist, like a fairyland on earth, but a little desolate.

On a majestic mountain, there are some simple rock rooms, all white in color, row upon row, giving people a natural feeling.

It seems that these buildings should have appeared between heaven and earth in this way, and one more building can destroy such a harmonious state of the avenue.

On the facade of one of the huge buildings, a woman of indeterminate age was sitting on a icy holy seat, her whole body was covered with a layer of white mist, she couldn't see her face clearly, but her figure was exquisite and her white clothes were like gauze. There is a bit of human breath, and a touch of immortality.

In the hall, an old man walked back and forth, frowning from time to time, hesitant to speak.

The young woman said slowly, "Mr. Yan is worried?"

The old man known as Yan Lao froze, shook his head and said, "Holy Master, what Jiulong said...is it true?"

The temperature in the entire hall suddenly dropped by more than ten degrees, and the young woman's voice also became cold: "Jiulong is the Holy Lord, what is said is not a joke?"

Old Yan smiled wryly, and said: "Because the Nine-Dragon Sage can't play games, this old man thinks this is absurd. After tens of thousands of years, the Great Wilderness has only discovered such a sword spirit. Many people have nothing to do with it. We The holy land of Tianshan Mountain was even more besieged but not attacked, and even the great sage of Nine Dragons returned home without a feather. He... he actually wanted to find a kid in the astronomical period, oh, he said that now he should break through half a step to the great sage, but even half a step Great Sage, so what? If you want to find a half-step Great Sage, why go thousands of miles to the south of the courtyard, don’t you want as much as you want in the Holy Land of Tianshan Mountain?”

The old men next to them were silent, and they couldn't help but nodded when they heard this. Among the disciples of the elders, the saints may not be able to produce much, but the half-step saints really need as much as they want.

An old woman hesitated for a moment, then stood up and said: "Holy Master, even the people from the Holy Land of Waving Light have come here after hearing the news. It is said that the Holy Master of Yaoguang also attaches great importance to the sword spirit. From the old man's point of view, the Holy Lord of Nine Dragons..."

"alright!"

A soft drink interrupted the old woman's words, and the Holy Lord of Tianshan glanced around coldly, and said, "We will talk about this matter when Jiulong comes!"

Everyone hurriedly responded, Elder Yan and the old woman looked at each other, and everyone withdrew from the hall one after another.

"What's wrong with the Holy Master, why do you trust the words of the Nine Dragons so easily?"

After leaving the temple, the old woman's expression suddenly darkened.

Old Yan said with a smile: "Don't worry, with the friendship between the Holy Master and the Nine Dragons, even if the Nine Dragons can't help us, he won't do anything wrong."

The old woman smiled wryly, and said: "The old man is not worried about the Nine Dragons' recklessness, but just delaying it like this. If the sword spirit disappears, the loss will not only be my Holy Land of Tianshan, but also the loss of the entire atrium and even the wild world!"

Old Yan sighed, looking at the white clouds and dogs in mid-air, and muttered to himself: "So what if you are a genius in heaven, so what if you break through half a step into a great sage at a young age, the sword spirit is so powerful, there is no second heaven The aura of the sword spirit cannot be approached within a thousand feet of the sword spirit, but the old man wants to see what is so magical about the young man who is so respected by the Nine Dragons!"

The old man laughed loudly, and said: "Presumably those talented disciples under the Tianshan sect at this time are all thinking like Old Yan."

"By the way, what happened to that girl Fuyao?" Old Yan suddenly asked.

The old woman smiled mysteriously, and said: "I just broke through the second heaven yesterday, and I already have the strength close to the sword spirit."

"What?" Elder Yan paused, looked at the old woman in surprise, snorted coldly, turned and left!

The old woman looked at Old Yan's back with a strange expression, shook her head, and left with a smile.

It is said that this night, ghosts and wolves howled all night from under Yan Laofeng, and many people could hear it. It was the voice of Li Qingfeng, Yan Lao's most proud disciple.

The Holy Lord of Tianshan Mountain is located on the Tianfeng Peak, dressed in white snow and light dust, looking at the junction of the Tianshan Mountains in the extreme distance, lost in thought.

"What on earth are you thinking?"

The voice is ethereal, like pouring out, like a secluded spring.

Under Yan Laofeng, a young man with a livid complexion was staggering, with a monstrous aura on his body, his eyes were fierce, and a group of disciples around him hurriedly tried to dodge.

"Come here!"

The young man was full of hostility, staring at one of the young disciples and shouted.

The young disciple was silent, with a frightened look on his face, and looked around, the others had already run away.

"Li... Brother Li, what is your order?"

"Has the Nine Dragons Lord come back?"

"Not yet back!"

"roll!"

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