New White Snake Asking Immortals

When the pillow is put on the film, the boat travels thousands of miles south of the Yangtze River.

The boatman shouted and arrived at Suzhou-Hangzhou City. The river was clear, warm and green. At the end of Qianfan is the famous Wangjiang Building on the hillside of the ancient city. The tourists are comfortable and comfortable, as if the **** battle in the north has nothing to do with the south of the Yangtze River.

Bai Yujun yawned, her hair was disheveled and she wore white stockings to look at the resplendent Jinshan Court in the distance from the window.

After washing up, I leaned against the window alone and looked at the water.

The painted bridge has a wind curtain and a green curtain, and the human language station bridge.

All kinds of things outside the fortress suddenly seemed like a dream. Bai Yujun looked at the exquisite scenery and suddenly felt unreal. In her sleep, she would always think of the cold and cold outside the fortress.

The bad mood caused the sky to turn from sunny to cloudy. Jiang Yufei was in a hurry, and passersby hurried with umbrellas.

The continuous fleet of ships left the canal and entered the ancient river channel and turned to the southwest. The officials in charge of the canal in the city of Suzhou and Hangzhou were busy coordinating the passage of ships. The advanced large ships from Nanhuang had a novel design and good seaworthiness, but they were still criticized for being deviant. Among the onlookers on the shore Some people pointed and seemed angry.

Yawn, close the window and lie in bed in a daze.

Jiuli Baibu and Kurobe's army followed the demon army, with Kurobe in the front, the demon army in the middle, and the white army at the end of the team.

At least they didn't fight in person, and they had to rely on monsters to maintain a short-term peace.

Originally, the ships were not enough to transport the troops from Nanhuang to participate in the war at one time. Fortunately, the imperial court had money and enthusiasm to help gather enough ships to go south, without taking any money and giving them supplies along the way.

Qiao Jin guessed that the emperor and many dignitaries were worried that the Southern Wilderness Army would stay in the Central Plains and would not leave.

If there is a shortage of ships, the court will help hire them, and if there is a shortage of supplies, the court will pay for them.

In any case, as long as it can be sent away, I don’t know how much money is corrupted by officials of all ranks. The snake demon army and Jiuli are too lazy to care, and they even encourage such behavior in secret. Central Plains strength.

Just when the people of Suzhou and Hangzhou were watching on the shore, it suddenly caused confusion...

Countless water monsters appeared and followed around a certain building boat to help push the boat.

The strong wind came, and the sudden strong wind blew along the river to the southwest, pushing the fleet to sail, and the sky was full of sails. It was the first time that such a large-scale fleet sailed on the Central Plains.

Qiao Jin was eager to return to the Southern Wilderness, and suddenly realized that she was no longer from the Central Plains...

Facing the sunset...

Long way home.

Time flies, and the fleet sailed past the border fortress of the Yan Kingdom and arrived at Qutang Gorge.

The top of the clouds is flowing, the cliffs are foggy when flying, the dark blue river water mist washes away the dust, the temperature is hot, more and more snake demon soldiers end their dormancy and walk out of the cabin, lying on the side of the boat to feel the closer and closer southern wilderness.

Occasionally encountered merchant ships sailing onwards waving flags to say hello.

Birds flying and fish leaping over beautiful mountains and rivers are full of vitality, sniffing the moist air, and I can't imagine the hard days in Saibei.

Soon, the demon army outposts located on the cliffs on both sides of the big river can be seen. The semaphore welcomes home, and the indifferent snake demons rarely have their heartbeats quickened and smiling faces.

Bai Yujun stood at the top of the mast, the wind blowing her long white hairband dress flying.

"finally come back……"

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After returning to the territory to settle the demon soldiers and restore the previous order, Bai Yujun lay in the high mountain hot spring for a long time.

The warm hot spring water washed away all the fatigue, the battle injuries were completely recovered, the shoulders were smooth and delicate like congealed fat without leaving any scars, the Jiaolong gene has evolved to perfection after several times, and the broken tendons and bones can recover on their own.

The water vapor is dense, the long black hair is looming, and the snow-white dragon horns are looming on the top of the head, and the pointed ears are pink.

Qingling knew that Bai Yujun was in a bad mood and was not tired of it. The 20,000 demon soldiers failed to come back alive. Although he was prepared to suffer certain casualties, he did not expect it to be so large.

"Alas... life and death are determined by fate."

The only thing that can be done is to cast the blessing of the dragon, pray for the heroes who died in battle, and pray for happiness in the next life.

Perhaps participating in the World War has improved the luck of the snake demon family. After hundreds of years of accumulation, the strength has been improved. Shipyards, arsenals, and machinery factories have successively achieved breakthroughs, and various advanced products have been born.

Birds chirped and the wind rustled the mangroves.

Bai Yujun was lying in the hot spring pool with his head resting on the smooth edge and looking at the mountain in a daze. Suddenly, the world was invincible. He always felt that there was something missing in his life and was very bored. evolutionary power.

"Sure enough, it is not advisable to be born in sorrow and die in comfort."

Her hair was wet against Bai Nen's shoulders, a little itchy.

Simply lie down on a smooth rock and slide down, sink into the hot spring water and lie on the bottom, without blinking your eyes or breathing, just soaking in the bottom of the water in a daze.

Lying in the water for three days and three nights...

Finally, I had to get up from the hot spring water and return to Shenhua Mountain.

The jade feet came out of the water, the water droplets slipped down the smooth skin, the white thin shirt was neatly dressed and the long hair was tied up, showing the long white dragon tail winding and swimming, flying into the sky and going straight to the Chunyang Palace of Shenhua Mountain in the Central Plains.

On the way to Shenhua Mountain, I sensed that many powerful breaths were born and disappeared, accompanied by the coercion of the terrifying world.

At the end of the catastrophe, many monks in the Mahayana period of the Western religion and the real people of the Chunyang Palace chose to cross the catastrophe and ascend ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ with the help of great merit and virtue, they successfully crossed the catastrophe and ranked in the immortal class.

The direction of Shenhua Mountain has erupted twice in a row, and the thick and ethereal momentum has swept across the Central Plains.

I can feel the envy, becoming an immortal, and countless people have devoted their lives to their highest aspirations. Even if they are not themselves, they can use this to spur themselves to work hard to cultivate immortals and increase their lifespan to enjoy themselves.

The original plan was to return to Nanhuang with the Snake Demon Army and make arrangements, and then return to Chunyang Palace to watch the ceremony.

Qi Yun, Yu Rong and many other real people have to cross the tribulation to go to the upper realm. The ascension of the master is a major event, and a certain white must go back. Fortunately, flying is similar to breathing for Jiaolong, and the distance is not very long. tired.

The momentum erupted in the southeast direction.

It should be an old guy from the West who taught him to ascend to Lingshan.

Bai Yujun is very envious, and hopes to experience another world's style after waiting for seven hundred years. Now let's wait slowly. The years of cultivation as a dragon are fixed and can't be changed.

Similar to the idea of ​​ginseng, the longer the medicinal effect, the better.

The wind and dust swaggered across the hinterland of the Central Plains.

After traveling day and night, I finally arrived at Shenhua Mountain. After thinking about it, I went to the town at the foot of the mountain to buy a pile of local specialties, put on a Taoist robe and went straight to the mountain gate, and went to Qingxu Palace lightly.

The gatekeepers thought that Senior Jiaolong wanted to open a shop, and it was rumored that Chunyang Legend likes to be a merchant.

Having met Yu Rong, several people were puzzled by the pile of things they bought.

"Yujun, this is...?"

"Oh, these are local specialties. Isn't Master going to ascend to the upper realm? Those who are not familiar with the place of life always need to get closer to the immortal officials. Gifts are the most suitable. If you don't like local specialties, you can also send gold. Needed."

A certain Jiao climbed up from the bottom and knew how to live a better life.

"..."

Yu Rong didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

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