The picture came here directly and suddenly disappeared. Yang Cong felt a little confused and couldn't help looking at Xiao Chen next to him.

Xiao Chen smiled bitterly and said, "I'm already miserable in my eighty-first life. If you really have to finish reading it all, but you don't have so much time. Let's forget it here. Brother, you still have something to do, and I also have something to do."

Yang Cong curled his lips, said nothing, and turned around and left.

Then, we arrived at the highest hall of the Imperial Prefecture.

Here, Yang Cong directly activates the power of the way of heaven.

He transformed into three thousand bodies and directly transformed into thousands of incarnations.

The subsequent tasks will be handed over to these incarnations

"In the future, the maintenance tasks of the Star World will be handed over to you."

"Yes, I'm"

.........Zhu Xian.........

The Qingyun Mountains are towering and towering, like a tiger lying in the Central Plains. There is a big river "Hongchuan" in Shanyin. Shanyang is an important town. There is a "Heyang City" here, which ties the throat of the world. It is very important for the geographical location.

Qingyun Mountain has hundreds of miles of mountains, with undulating peaks and seven peaks, towering into the clouds. Usually, you can only see white clouds surrounding the mountainside, but you can never see the true appearance of the top of the mountain.

In Qingyun Mountain, there are dense forests, waterfalls, strange rocks, rare birds and beasts, and everything. The scenery is stunning and steep, which can be said to be famous all over the world.

But what is more famous is that there is a sect of cultivation on this mountain - Qingyun Sect.

Longshou Peak, one of the seven first peaks of Qingyunmen, suddenly heard a pig-like scream in a room behind Longshou Peak, and the birds around were frightened.

"Are you wrong?! Is this a situation? My brother actually wears it, my brother actually wears it." Yang Cong looked at the scene in front of him for a long time and his expression on his face was very strange.

As this book, Pig Horn will definitely not be confused about the issue that cannot be explained by traveling through this century, so Yang Cong quickly calmed down and began to search for memories about this body.

This body is also called Yang Cong. He is an orphan picked up by Taoist Cangsong. However, he has a special status on Longshou Peak. Taoist Cangsong did not accept him as his disciple, but passed the Taoist Dharma to him. In Yang Cong's heart, he treats Taoist Cangsong like a cute and amiable old father.

But speaking of this, although he had not accepted disciples, Yang Cong was very talented and had already practiced the Tai Chi Xuan Qing Dao to the peak of the Yuqing Realm. However, no one knew that because he lived in the back mountain and could not go anywhere at all, he could only stay honestly.

"But, to be honest, I'm much better than Zhang Xiaofan." Yang Cong was very satisfied with his strength.

It was midnight at this time, but Yang Cong was so excited that he couldn't sleep, so he simply got up and walked out of the room. He saw a bright moon hanging high in the air outside, and the moonlight like water sprinkled down, quiet and quiet, with a bit of a fairy style.

"Anyway, it's boring, so why not try this so-called immortal magic." Yang Cong was so itchy that he closed his eyes and recalled. He suddenly raised his hand and sucked the green steel sword in the room. The sword suddenly flew out as if it was sensed and landed in Yang Cong's hands.

"Damn, I'm so handsome!" Yang Cong smiled proudly, then threw the sword into the air, pinched one hand and carried the other hand. If the gust of wind blows up at this time, it would be perfect. It would be great if a few girls with illegitimate flowers came next to him, but there was nothing left and it was very quiet.

Yang Cong thought with some regret in his heart, but his hands were not vague, and he pinched the magic tricks and the long sword was flying flexibly and elegantly in the air.

After Yang Cong played the game-driven technique for a while, Yang Cong wanted to try whether he could fly on the sword. After all, the most awesome Taoxuan Zhenren in Qingyun Sect was the Qing Realm. It should not be difficult for him to fly on the sword at the peak of Yuqing.

Yang Cong controlled the Qinggang Sword to cross the air, jumped gently, and stood on the sword, but it was just here, but it ended up not standing firmly, and it was a plop and flop.

Yang Cong got up from the ground in a daze and looked around. Fortunately, there was no one, otherwise, his face would be too disgraceful.

"I'll just let it go, I really don't believe it!" Yang Cong felt embarrassed. After all, it was Pig Horn. He strongly protested the author's behavior of letting Pig Horns appear overseas, so he wanted to show off.

So Yang Cong became sensible this time. He no longer wanted to look good, but jumped onto the long sword steadily, spread his hands to control the balance, and carefully controlled the long sword to fly slowly. The long sword quickly moved forward at a speed that was as high as a snail, shaking left and right like a drunk driving.

"Oh, my god! Hurry up, stop, huh! I'm a sage!"

Yang Cong failed again, and this time he hit the tree and was so embarrassed that he was so embarrassed.

"Missage, mistake, come again, I really don't believe in this evil, I must succeed."

Yang Cong was angry this time, and jumped onto the long sword again, controlling it carefully. This time he did not fly again, but turned to the spot because he didn't want to hit the tree again, and there were more trees in the back mountain.

The bright moon gradually fell, and the breeze helped it away the gust of wind. An exaggerated laughter destroyed the wonderful atmosphere.

"Hahaha, mom is the one who sells me, I can finally fly with my sword!" Yang Cong stood there silly, with his shoulders thrust, and the flying sword under his feet shaking, which instantly scared him in cold sweat. He quickly calmed down his messy thoughts. The green steel sword stopped steadily in the air. Yang Cong stood coquettishly, with his hands on his back, and a breeze swept across the corner of his clothes.

"It's so cool, it's so cool! Come on, let's go!" Yang Cong shouted softly, and thoughts moved. The green steel sword turned into a white light and flew forward. Yang Cong looked at the flying scenery under his feet excitedly and shouted loudly: "It's so cool!"

"Is this the Hongqiao?" Yang Cong murmured to himself as he looked at the scene in front of him.

I saw a stone bridge rising across the sky and entering the sea of ​​clouds, like a dragon soaring into the sky, with a majestic spirit. Yang Cong fell to the ground with his sword and stepped on the rainbow bridge. The breeze blew, and the clothes surging.

Yang Cong, the Chinese people, were as stable as the King of Ming, and then slowly walked across the Hongqiao, right in front of him, with the three words "Yuqing Hall" written on it. It was majestic and seemed to be the Taoist song of Taoism, which was a fairyland.

Next to the hall is a green pool, flat and like a mirror. The bright moon in the sky reflects the bright moonlight. This is the doghouse of the Shui Qilin Spirit Lord.

Looking at this water Qilin, Yang Cong joked

"Hey, Lingzun, your old dog mom is calling you to go home to do your homework!" Yang Cong shouted to the pool.

Hey...no response.

"Lingzun, something is wrong. It's thunder and rain. Go home and collect your clothes!"

Why didn't you react...

"Your sister! Get out of here!"
Chapter completed!