Xuanhuan: Storytelling In Shrouding The Heavens, The Saint Is Moved

Looking at the Zi Mansion in front of him, Han Lian's various thoughts flashed, and he couldn't explain it in a single word.

Yes, because of the various reasons that Zifu can be transformed into a star after cultivating to the extreme, Han Lian fabricated his Zifu to look like a blue star on a whim.

The only difference is that there is too much vitality in it, and there is no desert, wilderness, etc., which is somewhat different from the appearance of Blue Star when he crossed.

Everywhere he went, he was filled with that vitality.

But it is also true that Blue Star’s blue sky is rare, and all his childhood impressions are almost vague. If it is exactly the same as Blue Star, I am afraid that he has suffered multiple traumas.

But these are not in his consideration.

If one day, one's own purple mansion can also be transformed into stars and embellished on the sky. In that case, there will be fellows from Blue Star who have passed through in later generations.

But if you think about it, it should be more than just 'to the north', right?

He thought about it with some wickedness, and he was in a good mood for a while.

As soon as his mind moved, his own aura fell little by little from that state of nirvana, and in the blink of an eye, it was like ordinary life.

His spiritual thoughts circulated and swept around, and found that no barbarian monk came to congratulate him, and there was a strange look in his expression.

This should not be the case. There are customs among the three clans, although they are not similar, but after being promoted to Nirvana, they all have a feast.

Now he is among the barbarians, and he does not have the breath to cover himself.

He succeeded in transcending the calamity and became a Nirvana Great Venerable. Should the barbarians come to congratulate him?

A hint of doubt flashed in Han Lian's heart, but he didn't think about it.

At this time, the black-backed golden-winged Dapeng saw that Han Lian successfully crossed the calamity, and with a cheerful cry, he fluttered his wings, and he was already in front of Han Lian.

It turned into a half-foot shape, as small as a falcon, looked at Han Lian with a well-behaved expression, and said dryly.

"Congratulations to the master's promotion to the realm, thousands of generations, no worries about food and clothing, wives and concubines like clouds..."

"It's done, it's a mess of words that I learned from and used indiscriminately."

Han Lian smiled and waved his hand, looking at his innocent expression, he was in a good mood.

Suddenly, he remembered the demon pill he had obtained from the ancestor of the sword-eating ancestor, took it out from the system warehouse, flicked his fingers, and fell towards him.

"This is something I got recently. I'll reward you."

The black-backed golden-winged Dapeng saw the demon pill, and his eyes could not help but be sharp.

Even if it's a bit too much to eat now, it's hurriedly swallowed whole.

Maybe it's eating too much, or maybe this demon pill is too high.

After he swallowed the demon pill, his upper and lower eyelids began to fight, and he fell asleep when he tilted his head.

Seeing this, Han Lian couldn't help but smile bitterly.

He raised his hand and held his pair of wings, and the power of the void circulated around his body, rushing towards the direction of his old nest, Dongling Mansion.

Originally, he brought this black-backed golden-winged Dapeng with him, firstly to protect the Dao, and secondly to save himself traveling when he went back.

This is good, the other party slept so soundly, he couldn't bear to wake up.

But the family knows their own affairs.

Seeing his state, Han Lian vaguely knew the reason.

This black-backed golden-winged Dapeng is afraid that it is an opportunity for promotion. When he wants to come again, the realm of one suit should have the five realms of Taoism, right?

Such thoughts flashed through Han Lian's mind, and then he stopped thinking about it and hurried on his way.

When he approached the boundary of Dongling Mansion, Han Lian's figure gradually slowed down.

He fled in the air, and suddenly, he vaguely noticed a little qi.

When he came back to his senses, he heard a little cracking sound.

Following the voice, he looked up, but saw a figure rushing towards him from dozens of miles away, which could be described as murderous.

Seeing this, Han Lian couldn't help but narrow his eyes.

Because on that person, he sensed the aura of Nirvana, but he did not demonstrate it at all, apparently it was aimed at him.

Although he doesn't know the other party's reason, Han Lian has never been a person who is afraid of things.

If you encounter a problem, whether it is to solve the problem or solve the person, it is a good way.

However, for the Nirvana of the human race, he would not do it easily unless he had to.

In his heart, he thought to see what the other party was talking about, and then he turned his hands and put the black-backed golden-winged Dapeng into his sleeves, stood with his hands behind his back, and quietly waited for the figure to approach.

When he reached Han Lian's hundred feet, he also stopped, but he was a middle-aged man in a black robe with a wild look on his face.

Seeing that it was really Han Lian's figure, his eyes were bright, and there was a little bit of hatred in it, then he chuckled, and then he laughed.

"Han Lian, it's really you, if you don't leave the Dongling Mansion, that's all, but you should never leave the Dongling Mansion!"

Hearing these words, Han Lian was a little puzzled and asked, "I don't know who your Excellency is. What kind of hatred does Han have with you?"

Listening to Han Lian's words, the middle-aged man's facial features were almost distorted.

He looked at Han Lian, and his murderous intent was so intense, he roared, "Listen to the storyteller, the Great Master of Kuangsha is Mohe!

Back then, you humiliated my disciple in public, and even more words, put me in the ranks of the cultivator of the phantom demon!

Everything in this seat is ruined by your words..."

"..."

Who am I supposed to be, it turns out to be this guy, thinking about it carefully, I should have formed a grudge with him, and if I want to seek revenge on myself, there is naturally no problem.

Hearing the other party's chatter, Han Lian still cursed and 'accused' him, and sneered.

"Let's talk about it, is there any arrangement in what Han said?

As for turning you into a monster cultivator... What you do is itself the behavior of a phantom cultivator! "

"you...!"

After hearing Han Lian's words, Grand Master Kuangsha was stunned. He held it back for a long time, but he didn't say anything.

He looked at Han Lian, the killing intent in his eyes almost overflowed, and he shouted loudly.

"It's no use talking!

As a storyteller, everyone in the world knows that your own strength is not enough, and it is all due to your great formation that you are able to achieve your current reputation.

Today, you can let me catch it, but you dare not use that great formation to fight my life and death! "

Although the news of Yanbei Dao has begun to spread, because this person has been being chased by Tianchawei, he does not dare to inquire too much about the news.

Coupled with various reasons, the news in his hand was half a beat slower than before, and it still stayed at the stage when Han Lian was promoted to the purple house and gave the name to the sky.

In his opinion, the reason why this Tongtian was given to the other party was only because of his own signature Tongtian Pavilion.

Even if the other party is not bad in the Zifu realm... He is a dignified Nirvana who has been famous for a long time, will he be afraid of his mere Zifu?