Meng Lianen came alone. When he saw Wu Luo, Fang Zheng smiled, but then sighed. He did not hide it from Wu Luo, and told him everything that happened in Wuzhuang Temple, and then said, "I am now benefiting from Master Wu, otherwise I might be so miserable in the door."

Wu Luo has seen such things too much, but he didn't expect Wu Rong to do so explicitly. He waved his hand and said, "You are also implicated by me."

Meng Lianen was also laughing and crying. After hesitating for a moment, he still said straight: "That... Bian Xiliang found our Wuzhuang Temple, and he wanted to see you."

Wu Luo sneered: "I've tried my best!"

Meng Lianen dared not bring people directly, so he came in first, and Bian Xiliang had been waiting in Yanshan outside.

Wu Luo looked at Meng Lianen: "What benefits did he promise Wuzhuangguan?"

Meng Lianen honestly said: "He didn't tell me, but just told my master in front of me that he would definitely help with the matter of the nine heavenly gates of Wuzhuang Temple."

Wu Luo was interested in Meng Lianen's steadiness and honesty. After hearing his words, he thought about it, and couldn't help but feel the shadow of the ancient jade ice soul.

He took a big advantage in Changbai Mountain and was looking forward to it even if he didn't face Luofu Mountain.

Wu Luo knew very well that the six major sects and nine sects jointly opposed him, which was just a power struggle. In the eyes of outsiders, he was the most important chess piece in Zhu Qingjiang's hands. But how could they know how Zhu Qingjiang could use him to move him?

Since it is a power struggle and no personal emotional factors are mixed, it means that everything can be negotiated, as long as Luofu Mountain has enough "sincerity".

"Okay, please let him in."

Meng Lianen breathed a sigh of relief and nodded with gratitude: "I'll call him now."

...

This is the first time Bian Xiliang has met Wu Luo.

Taoist Wuliu had no mistake in the impression of Luofu disciples. The disciples all had a sense of arrogance in the beautiful Luofu Mountains. However, Bian Xiliang did not dare to show it in front of Wu Luo at this time.

He was handsome and handsome, with extraordinary appearance. He should have been neither humble nor arrogant, but he was very humble when facing Wu Luo. Although he was a senior, he still bowed his hand when he saw Wu Luo: "Master Wu!"

Wu Luo nodded and gave a gift casually: "Elder Bian."

Bian Xiliang and Mu Quanyang are different. Wu Luo has no friendship with him, so you are welcome.

Bian Xiliang is far inferior to Mu Quanyang to understand Wu Luo. He chatted with Wu Luo in a circle, talking about leisure and trivial matters. Before he could finish a cup of tea, Wu Luo became impatient.

"If Elder Bian has nothing to do, please come back. If I still have some matters in prison, I will not be with you. Qiao Hu, take me to see off the guests!"

Wu Luo stood up and bowed, not giving Bian Xiliang a chance to speak, turned around and left.

"Hey..." Bian Xiliang was about to chase him out, but Qiao Hu stood in front of him and made a gesture: "Elder Bian, please!"

Qiao Hu also knew about the Six Heavenly Gate and had no good expression on Bian Xiliang. Bian Xiliang had no choice but to look at Meng Lianen for help. Meng Lianen knew Wu Luo's temper and smiled bitterly, "Go back first."

Bian Xiliang followed Meng Lianen in extreme depression and was escorted by Qiao Hu. When did the dignified elder of Luofu Mountain have suffered such idleness? But he still dared not have a chance. Wu Luo's achievements are brilliant, and no one dares to doubt his combat power anymore.

It was natural and very relaxed, and it was already nine great circles.

In the Mingtang Palace, a long roar of the spiritual dragon in the blood-colored tower flew out. The inch of the sky and the earth was already full of the energy of divine blood stones. The dark gold witch power of the Black River was suppressed so that even the river water was still, like a long black lake.

"Boom boom boom..."

With nine thunders in a row, the energy of the world condensed into nine fists-sized light balls in the air. The spiritual dragon jumped up and flew past the sky, swallowing all the nine light balls into the belly. Then another loud dragon roar penetrated into the blood-colored tower and formed a ball on the first floor, like Wu Luo meditating and sinking into meditation.

Wu Luo went deep into the first floor of the Blood-colored giant tower, and saw nine lights in the spiritual dragon's body kept turning, like nine restless little mice. And its dragon pill was hanging brightly above its head.

This time, Wu Luo found that at some point, there was another pattern on the wall of the Blood-colored Tower. This pattern was hanging on the wall of the Blood-colored Tower, as if it was covered with a layer of light film.

Above the light film is a huge dragon. There are meridians on the dragon's body, represented by different colors, and there is a light of inspiration flowing in it.

Wu Luo could see after a moment of attention that the technique marked on this dragon vein diagram is exactly the set of techniques that the spiritual dragon is now running!

He immediately realized that this set of exercises was not originally found in the Blood-colored giant tower, but was included in the "Nine Dragons Swallowing the Sun" itself, and was projected into the Blood-colored giant tower for spiritual dragons to practice.

At this time, the nine balls of light in the spiritual dragon's body had melted into the dragon's mouth, making it look brighter but more concise.

The spiritual dragon opened its mouth and the light rushed into the dragon pill. The energy of the dragon pill increased greatly, and it quickly expanded to the size of a washbasin as if it was about to explode.

The energy in the divine blood stone rushed out wildly, rushed into Wu Luo's body, and quickly merged into Mingtang Palace, turning into a stream of light, drilled into the various tower gates of the Blood-colored Tower, and directly merged into the dragon pill.

The dragon pill expanded uncontrollably to the size of a water tank, with strong light like the sun, which made people dare not look directly at it.

The strong light lasted for a quarter of an hour. The spiritual dragon suddenly moved in the light, twisting strangely, and practicing the patterns on the first floor of the Blood-colored Tower one after another. Its body seemed to have reached a limit. With a sudden struggle, all the silver dragon scales outside the body fell off and turned into silver light spots flying all over the sky. The new dragon scales grew rapidly, with a more beautiful luster and a harder look...

"boom--"

The blood-colored giant tower shook, and a ray of light rushed out of the dragon pill, reaching the light wheel on the top of the first layer of the blood-colored giant tower. The light wheel was shot through, and there was nowhere to go.

The dragon pill rotated rapidly, getting smaller and smaller, and finally returned to its previous size, and the light disappeared. However, there was an additional dragon-shaped phantom hidden in it, seemingly particularly weak and floating gently.

This is the newly formed dragon soul, who is still very weak now, like a newborn baby, who needs careful care and care.
Chapter completed!