New White Snake Asking Immortals

Last night in heaven.

Bai Yujun took off his armor and changed into light clothes, lying on his side, watching the stars and the brightly lit pier outside Nantianmen.

More and more priests and demons are coming here...

Those who have the ability leave early, and those who are willing to follow a certain white are all helpless little gods and immortals. They are usually cautious and hard-working. Just like Bai Yujun, they do not seek arrogance, but only want to enjoy the shade under the big tree, and rely on the heaven to live a small life. , eat and wait to die.

In addition to the demon fairy, there are also several human races, all of whom are fellows from the small world of Long Mian.

They all decided to join the White Dragon's banner.

In the moonlight, more than a thousand men and women, young and old, stared at Bai Bai with hope.

In fact, the little gods and little fairies are the foundation of the operation of the heaven. They are familiar with all kinds of chores. They are all talents. No, they are all excellent demon talents and must be retained.

Sit up and take a sip of water.

When I saw the number, I was shocked. I didn't expect that there were so many demons and gods, although they had little combat power.

He coughed lightly and spoke seriously with his hands behind his back.

"Everyone, you choose to eat with Bai Moulong. Thank you for your trust. I won't say more about the rules. It's too late to leave now. I'll give you a stick of incense to think about it."

I have to find time to put it all into the world of small balls, the world needs to be taken care of, and it can play a role in the future.

Unconsciously, a stick of incense time passed.

All choose to stay.

Very good, my shrine finally has a look.

Time to plan for the next step...

Early morning hours.

The last group of immortals walked out of Nantianmen, leaving only the ruins and rubble.

The thick golden gate of heaven is slowly closing, symbolizing the breakdown of order. Perhaps the most saddened are those wicked demons who are trapped in the Heavenly Prison. Anyway, the Heavenly Prison cannot be broken and cannot be broken out. It's good to wake up to the end of the disaster and restore order.

Say goodbye to each other.

The female guard battalion fleet departed, with a thousand sails on their backs facing the sun, and a light breeze sending them away.

"Life is always full of partings, the longer you live, the more you see..."

Wave.

The building ship with the dragon flag trembled slightly, and slowly left the pier and sailed towards the sea of ​​clouds. Behind, the gate of heaven was still hanging high in the sky, and the floating island of Xianshan, which was tilted and nearly overturned in Jiuzhongtian, was vaguely visible, like a mirage.

When far enough away from heaven.

The building ship in the sky and the sea of ​​clouds suddenly disappeared...

The demons only felt a flower in front of them. When they came to the majestic shrine, there were also many goddesses who were very similar to the white dragon. There were gorgeous birds and birds on the dome of the palace.

Everyone thinks that this place is the mysterious realm of the dragon, maybe it will be quite shocking when you understand how big the world is.

There are real dragons.

Now that I see the divine beast Phoenix again, what happened to the world?

After handing over the newly recruited gods to the four female officials, Bai Yujun went to study why the phoenix grew so fast. After checking it, he was very satisfied. There was no need to worry about its growth, just stocking it up.

If you are very bored, you can simply go back to the bedroom to sleep comfortably, and by the way, speed up the growth of the small ball world to absorb free substances.

For three thousand years, sleep was the best way to get through long, boring hours.

I don't care if people's brains are turned into dog's brains.

Fruit trees bloom three times and bear fruit three times...

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March kite time.

A plough of spring rain, plain white fallen flowers and buried grass.

After a lapse of three years, Bai Yujun returned to the world, walking in the remote mountains and fields, rushing to the direction of Zhuquan Temple, not in a hurry or impatient, while watching the scenery and thinking about what to do next.

The rain in spring is arbitrary, the rain is continuous, and the petals are knocked down and the soil is wet.

The view to the top of the mountain is excellent.

You can see the mountains and mountains, the distance gradually becomes blurred, the white mist is endless, and the sun shines in the sky but only illuminates a green and beautiful mountain peak.

The clouds dragged the rain forward, and the setting sun first let the peak clear.

The white paper umbrella is beautifully painted, and the leaves and raindrops fall on the umbrella with a rustling sound.

"I'm the only one doing nothing..."

Laid-back, really different.

I can clearly feel the disorderly fluctuations of the Kunlun dragon veins, the world is very chaotic, only a certain white dragon fades out of sight and does not hear anything outside the window, sleeping, drinking tea, visiting relatives and friends, it seems that the turmoil in the fairyland is completely okay, even rushing to walk slowly. , in order to hide Qingjing choose to go over mountains and mountains.

Way to the mountain temple.

The walls of the temple are half-collapsed, the roof leaks, the creeping tiger is green, and the incense has long been cut off, leaving only the broken incense burner.

The incense ash in the censer was filled with rainwater and dried, and it has become a hard scab.

Spiders weave webs at the mouth of the censer.

In the ruined temple, mud statues sit upright, weathered by wind and rain, and there are poor gods and evil spirits living in it.

That's right, the wrist-thick tree looks like a grass.

Many people know that if there are trees like grass around the temple, it means that the small broken temple is full of poor gods and evil spirits.

The Heavenly Court closed the Heavenly Gate, and the mountain temple naturally lost its gods.

Shaking his head, he continued on his way.

Along the way, I met many small temples, land gods, mountain gods, and river gods. Without exception, the priesthood was weakened and the situation was embarrassing. Relying on the momentum of the mountains, rivers, and the land, I got a little shelter. unsatisfactory.

Finally, I saw the bamboo sea swaying in the distance.

Green bamboo forest, green water.

Whenever the green bamboo sea swaying and undulating with the wind, you can occasionally see the ancient Bamboo Spring Temple.

No matter how fierce the outside world is, this small hill is always quiet and peaceful, but it is too poor. Old Huixian's old clothes are covered with patches, and his shoes have exposed toes for more than a thousand years.

The rain stopped.

Fold up the paper umbrella and follow the path in the forest.

There is no continuous stream of believers, and the stone path is covered with fallen leaves, and the corners of the skirts rustle when they pass by.

Turning the corner, I saw the monkey repairing the wooden door of the broken temple, with charcoal in his ears, and waving a hammer to deal with the tenon and mortise wood.

The monkey waved his hand and scratched his ears and cheeks very happily.

"Squeak~ Bai, why did you come~"

Bai Yujun was stunned, frightened by the monkey, as if looking at a monster.

Looking down at the three-foot-tall ugly-faced monkey, Long Qiao's face is sometimes happy and sometimes jealous.

"Brother Monkey, are you a Taoist genius? How many Taoists do you understand?"

Scared of monkeys.

Bai Yujun can see the strong and almost substantial Dao meaning on its body, can it have three hundred Dao?

The monkey scratched his head and thought about it.

"Squeak, three thousand, I really understand."

"I go…"

The short and ugly guy with gray hair is definitely a strange flower. UU reading www.uukanshu.com is a wild flower in full bloom, with three thousand meanings. The key is that it is a monkey!

I regret coming to Zhuquan Temple to attack my self-confidence, which is unimaginable.

"Bai, wait for me, I'm going to dig out all the wine buried in the past few years, squeak~"

"Wait...I...forget it."

I wanted to ask why Qingling and Iron Ball were not there, but I watched Han Huo roll up the fallen leaves and run away, digging for wine. To be precise, the wine jar was hidden in a lava cave, not really buried in the soil.

Shaking his head and entering the door, he took a serious look at the fresh wood.

"It's a pity not to make coffins with this craft."

cross the threshold.

I saw that the old Huixian in the temple was busy.

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