Zhang Fan's enlightenment and the envy of millions of immortals were never there in Long Lingyu's heart, who was so excited that he was incoherent.

Before he could wake up, he had already walked under the magical fruit tree. From a distance, he looked green and immature. Although each had its own mystery, it was obviously not yet mature.

"Oh no one has ever chosen it, and I don't know what to do. Is there anything to pay attention to?"

"If you are not careful, will you miss this rare opportunity?"

"Why should I be the first one?"

In the mind, countless special spiritual fruits were suddenly flashed through Long Lingyu's mind, including tools that require fine gold, water that has no roots, and jade that has determined to be pure... There are countless examples of taking the fruit that cannot be obtained and the fruit that has entered the ground and escaped, and actually scattered after it has escaped and scattered, which made him shudder.

The mentality of worrying about gains and losses continued until Long Lingyu approached and there was a subtle change on the magical fruit tree.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up, all the chaotic thoughts passed by the wind, and wherever he saw, a magical fruit on the magical fruit tree gradually dyed with layers of bright red, and then moved towards the wind, as if he was waving, asking him to arrive quickly.

If Long Lingyu didn't understand that this was the magical channel fruit arranged by Zhang Fan for him, then he would not be the noble among the dragons, but the stupid mountain pig. He immediately took two steps at once and rushed over.

Just as he stood under the magical power fruit tree, just below the rapidly ripe fruit, he felt as if he had a tacit understanding, accompanied by a breeze, the magical channel fruit fell off the branches.

Long Lingyu immediately stared at the boss and carefully took it into his hand. Seeing that there was nothing unusual, he let out a long sigh, with a look of satisfaction.

A mere process of harvesting fruits, his heart was constantly changing, ups and downs, surpassing all the nervousness in his life.

"The magical channel fruit has finally been obtained. This risk is not unfair."

Long Lingyu had completely forgotten that he had just been on the verge of life and death, and scolded his ancestors in his heart. Now that he thought about those old guys, he was a little pleasing to them.

The magic channel fruit that fell in his palm at this time looked completely different from when he was on a tree. He was cute and jealous, transparent and crystal clear, and there was a faint mist surrounding it, like a thin cloud dragon, leisurely wandering.

"Good buy photos"

Long Lingyu had decided to put his bags in peace and made up his mind to eat the magic channel fruit in front of the Taoist Lord Donghua. If he went back, he might fall into someone's stomach.

The magical powers given by the Taoist Lord of Donghua are definitely jealous of those old guys.

However, before eating, he wanted to taste it. After observing the color, he raised his hands together to hold the magic channel fruit in front of his nose and sniffed it deeply~

“Ah~~”

An unexpected scene happened. Long Lingyu subconsciously screamed, then stared blankly at the empty hands and the magic channel fruit that had penetrated straight into his mouth and nose.

Long Lingyu was stunned for a moment, and in an instant, the fog dissipated, and the magic channel fruit had merged into his body without any trace.

"This...then...I didn't taste what it tastes ~~"

Long Lingyu was depressed for a moment, but he never noticed that at least one of the million immortals could pinch his neck and ask what it tasted.

The depression came and went quickly. He knew that the opportunity should not be lost and he would not come again. He did not care about the public's eyes and sat cross-legged, immersed himself in his body, and perceived the changes.

But in a moment, he opened his eyes again, and an indescribable ecstasy could not be restrained, and he was exposed.

What could not be curbed was also the changes in Long Lingyu's body.

"Ao~"

A dragon roar reaches the nine heavens, not from the original heart, but the dragon blood in the body boils and burns like burning.

"Supernatural Powers: The Dragon Transformation"

The sound of the dragon roar was obviously an unconscious roar, but it fell into the ears of millions of immortal cultivators in the field, but it seemed as if someone was whispering in his ears all the time, and he could easily distinguish the meaning of it.

"It turns out that the magical powers Long Lingyu obtained are called the Tianlong Transformation. It really fits, and he is indeed a destined person."

The one who is most envied by the overseas dragon clan who came with Long Lingyu. The magical power of the Tianlong Transformation, just by hearing the name, you will know its function. It is the magical power that all dragon clans dream of**.

When everyone suddenly realized it, Long Lingyu could no longer suppress it. He suddenly rose up and moved up to the wind. As for the air, his true form had already appeared.

But seeing it, its back has two wings and its body is blue. It is obvious that the sea and the sky are all over the world.

"It turns out to be a descendant of Yinglong, but it turns out to be behind the roots."

Zhang Fan, who had been watching coldly, nodded secretly when he saw this, thinking that he could not have wondered if the overseas dragon clan ruled him would make him on missions. It seems that his bloodline is noble, not ordinary.

Speaking of the Tianlong Transformation, it is Zhang Fan’s own magical power**.

He has carried the Nine Fire Dragon Ball for many years, and has also helped the Ku Taoist reshape the body of the Heavenly Dragon, proficient in the demonic text of the "dragon" of the demon clan, and has part of the inheritance of the ancient Heavenly Dragon clan. He created this method with ease, so it was not difficult.

Before he knew it, Zhang Fan had already gone from seeking one magical power but was unavailable to the point where he could use his magical powers to achieve his own ability. His various experiences were so sad.

"Bang~"

Long Lingyu showed his true body in just a blink of an eye, and he didn't even have time to whistle, and his body changed again.

First, there was a sound of air explosion, and the ice-blue mist dissipated, and an indescribable sense of coldness tilted down, as if it suddenly entered the frost and twelfth month from the hot summer, and breathing was enough to turn into ice.

Then, the frost and frost in the sky condensed and turned into a huge dragon about a hundred miles long.

The crystal clear water blue was gone, replaced by layers of thick black ice, as if the dragon was carved from black ice. The roar of the dragon can make the world frost and all things cold.

With two wings and one blow, the cold wind can sweep a thousand miles of land, blowing everything on the road into frost powder.

"Ancient Frost Sky Dragon~"

Those with extensive knowledge recognize this terrifying Frost Heavenly Dragon at first sight. It is the Frost Heavenly Dragon that holds its cow's ears among the ancient water dragons, which corresponds to the ancient flame dragon of the Ku Taoist.

"Ao~~Aoao~~"

Long Lingyu was obviously extremely excited, and with a roar, snow was falling all over the sky.

Just as everyone was worried that he had become erotic and wanted to freeze the Lianyun Mountains, the ancient frost sky dragon in the sky rolled up and turned into Long Lingyu's transformation body again.

At the same time, he landed on the ground, and he staggered without caring about his huge loss of footsteps, and threw himself at Zhang Fan's feet, saying tremblingly: "Little Dragon thanks Donghua for his great kindness."

Zhang Fan nodded slightly, his lips closed tightly, and he just waved his hand to signal him to retreat.

At this time, he seemed to be immersed in a mysterious state, and for a moment he didn't even want to speak.

This feeling is like the great monks and masters who practiced the method of keeping silent in their previous lives. They are not unable to speak, but when they speak, they are in the world and cannot be careless.

For those words, I can endure the silence for a lifetime.

Zhang Fan seemed to be at this time, and there was a vague feeling that when he spoke again, it was when he realized everything and clearly saw the Dharma.

Whether it was Long Lingyu lying in front of him or the millions of immortals under him, Zhang Fan seemed to feel something when he calmed down, he was invisible oppression and was silent and did not dare to disturb him.

When it reaches the point where the Taoist Lord Donghua is enough to be a master of the world, he can understand his mind and see his nature once and realize his sudden enlightenment. What an opportunity is there? Who dares to disturb him, who is willing to disturb him, and who can withstand his thunder and anger?

Even those cultivators who were originally preparing to offer treasures like overseas dragons to see if they could win the chance to give the magic channel fruit, forced themselves to suppress them and never act rashly.

Zhu Jiuxiao, Feng Jiuling and other monks of the Dharma Xiang Sect, who had made friends with all the powerful people, also stood up solemnly, surrounded Zhang Fan and protected him.

Time passes by quickly.

Before we knew it, the sun was rising and setting, and the moon rose and fell again. In a flash, it was already seven days.

Seven days, this originally short-lived day, is so anticipated and so difficult in the eyes of millions of immortals.

Will the Tao of the Soul God continue to be taught?

The ancestor of the Northern Xinjiang, dare to come to the door?

What did you realize? Do you have the chance to see it?

All the cultivators present were like cats scratching their claws, wishing that time would come to an end and uncover all the answers.

When people are expecting, time passes very slowly. In just a few days, it is even harder than a century of retreat. When people calm down and no longer pay attention, time passes quickly, like a naughty child who ran from one end of the alley to the other end in the blink of an eye.

Seven days, it's here.

The first thing that woke up and immersed in the strange silence of millions of immortals was not the movements of Zhang Fan, but a huge sound from the sky.

"Shake~"

The sound of cracking silk, from far to near, seemed to tear apart, piercing through it, and whistling.

What caught my eye was the stretching and graceful body of the Golden Feather Demon King. In the near future, the Donghuang Palace, which was invisible and invisible, seemed to recognize him, and suddenly opened a hole and took it down.

"Bang"

As soon as he relaxed, the Golden Feather Demon King even had no time to transform into a body, and fell heavily to the ground, suddenly a deep pit was noticeable.

The real body of the Golden Feather Demon King was lying on it, with fog swaying and bright red. It was because the speed was triggered to the limit, and the qi and blood burned, turning into sweat-sweat mist.

"Come...come...come~"

He was breathing heavily, and the Golden-Ping Demon King almost couldn't even speak properly. As he spoke, he seemed to be shocked and fearful.

When everyone saw it, they felt awe-inspiring.

Everyone knows how powerful the Golden-Ping Demon King is to escape and how fast he is. Even if he is not specializing in speed, he will definitely not be able to catch up with him.

However, in fact, the Golden Peel Demon King did fall into such a embarrassed look. Seeing his frightened look, he was obviously scared to death. If he hadn't been the messenger of Donghua Daojun, he might not have even come back.

"Who is the visitor? Is the ancestor of the Northern Xinjiang? What kind of person is that?"

"How come you haven't heard of such a strong man?

...

One by one, a question came to everyone's heart, and soon it was replaced by a shocking noise.

"Boom~"

"Boom~~"
To be continued...