New White Snake Asking Immortals

? The Chunyang Palace has great power again and is about to ascend through the tribulation.

Calling the disciples back to the mountain is to let all the people of Chunyang Palace witness the ascension and cross the catastrophe with their own eyes, and strengthen their belief in practice. This is the foundation of the great sect, and it can be regarded as one of the few places in the world where they can witness miracles.

Gu Cangyu, the acting master of Jinxu Peak, is about to cross the Tribulation of Feisheng, a brawny man who is not very well-known in the practice world, who once carefully taught a certain dragon to forge iron, uses heavy weapons, and is one of the five sons of Chunyang.

Bai Yujun and Xu Ling Yang Mu Tieqiu mingled among many fellow disciples, watching from afar.

The five sons of Chunyang ascended to the fairy world one by one. The young people of the year began to provoke the leaders. Yang Mu, Chu Zhe, Gan Wu, and brothers and sisters of Lingxu and Jinxu also took on important responsibilities. It feels like Shenhua Mountain is like a large college. , the one with a very low graduation rate, those who graduate can live forever, and the rest can only disappear in the long river of time.

First, Gu Cangyu encouraged the disciples of the sect, and then arranged various matters for the Jinxu lineage, then the master of Lingxu Peak, Jiang Li, the master of Zixu Peak, Qi Yun, and his master, Yu Rong, came forward to say goodbye, and after sighing, they all flew away from the mountain At the top, Gu Cangyu began to prepare for the tribulation.

The thunderclouds gathered, overwhelming the Chunyang disciples with horror!

"Hahaha~! Have fun!"

On the top of the mountain, Gu Cangyu laughed loudly to dispel the fear in the hearts of all the disciples.

If you are afraid of catastrophe, why should you cultivate this immortal? Now that you have embarked on this road, why should you be afraid? Many disciples have become more determined in their beliefs!

Among so many people, those who are as immobile as a mountain are all excellent disciples, and there is only one who stands out the most and is fearless.

Yu Rong Qingxu looked at Bai Yujun with a smile on his face, and only this monster disciple remained unmoved in the face of the vast thunder cloud. Although the monster cultivator has many disasters, the benefits are obvious. The big monster is not ordinary.

Boom~!

There is thunder and lightning in the dark, and the sky is mighty!

Bai Yujun's eyes flickered as if there was thunder and lightning. After seeing the thunder disaster of Feisheng Jie, she suddenly felt it. She wanted to use the thunder disaster to improve her own level of lightning control, just like she felt the artistic conception in the ruins deep in the Shiwan Dashan.

I found an ancient pine and flew up, meditating on a thick branch.

Take a deep breath, calm your mind and clear your mind like water, unite your mind and spirit without doing anything or yourself...

Bai Yujun, who was meditating, showed seven palm-sized clouds around her body, which looked like she was surrounded by a few large pieces of marshmallows, and the small clouds fluttered so magically.

suddenly,

A small electric light appeared under the small cloud, as if it was thundering and raining, and the crackling was very interesting.

The miraculous vision has attracted the attention of many people. Such a weird and mysterious way of cultivation has never been heard of. Many learned Chunyang disciples have never read any book that records this kind of vision. It is impossible to use the word rare to describe it, because the meaning of rare is still Can see, this kind of vision is simply unheard of!

Therefore, many disciples simply stopped watching Du Jie and focused on studying Xiao Yunduo.

The little electric snake under the clouds is evolving, becoming more and more realistic and expressive. It has been simulating real lightning, but now it is more like real lightning than before, with a little momentum.

Shenhua Mountain Divine Thunder bursts!

Many great powers in the world were envious and shocked, and with a little sense, they knew that it was a certain great power in Shenhua Mountain who had overcome the catastrophe. According to the records over the years, the probability of the Pure Yang Palace being promoted was extremely high, and he would become an immortal...

On the top of the mountain, the bold and unrestrained man laughed and endured the divine thunder, and Jin Xu's body is famously solid.

Forging metal is also forging itself, treating oneself as a piece of metal, beating and refining, walking the road of external skills, very similar to most monsters.

A certain dragon has been through three days of thunder and tribulation, and he is used to it.

Time passed slowly...

The human race is worthy of being the darling of heaven and earth. After several times of thunder and lightning, auspicious clouds descended from the sky, revealing a gorgeous golden color, and bursts of fairy music flower petals scattered, casting golden light on Gu Cangyu.

"Hahaha~ Fellow Daoists, I'm going~!"

The golden light dissipated, and the heavy weapon that Gu Cangyu used to cross the catastrophe flew down the mountaintop. Ascension to the Immortal Realm may not require such ordinary weapons and simply stay in Shenhua Mountain.

Bai Yujun opened her eyes to look at Xiao Yunduo, and then looked greedily at the heavy weapon that Yu Rong put away.

At present, no one in Jinxu can control this spiritual weapon, so it has to be temporarily stored in the most reassuring Qingxu Peak for safekeeping. A certain Jiao thinks that Huashan is the most suitable for him to use that ridiculously heavy weapon.

Forget it, being a monster requires self-awareness.

"Unfortunately, the time is too short to realize much, I'm really envious..."

Two of the five sons of Chunyang ascended, and the remaining three left at an unknown time. Bai Yujun felt that the master was waiting for Yang Mu to grow strong enough before ascending at ease. People don't know, even Demon Sect, Xiexiu and Monster Beast know his name, so that Qi Yun has many smiling faces.

Master Yu Rong had some insights and went back to retreat, and many people with advanced cultivation quickly flew back to their respective caves to meditate and practice.

A certain Jiao felt that even if he didn't understand anything, he had to go back and pretend, so as not to be seen by others because he was out of his mind and didn't understand anything.

Pack up and return to Qingxu Palace.

I went to the main hall to exchange incense for candles and put melons and fruits. When I entered the door, water dripped from the eaves and fell on the incense shoulders. When I looked up, I saw the ice skates hanging on the eaves were melting.

"Spring is coming..."

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Ching Ming.

The rain is wet and the incense burns in the Qingming Festival, and the swallows and mud outside the Bixi Bridge are cold.

When the spring returns to the land, Bai Yujun set off again to fly to the East China Sea to drive the clouds and rain, and the drizzle fell on the heart. A little bit of coolness makes people feel bleak. Looking up at the sky, you can see dragons shuttle.

The spring rain cultivates, the world is full of peaches and plums, the cold misty rain is full of coir raincoats, and the spring flowers are dew.

The Dragon King Temple, big or small, luxurious or simple, is full of incense. The amount of tribute varies from place to place. At least steamed buns and river fish should be placed to honor the White Dragon King.

Bai Yujun works hard to drive away the clouds and improve the climate little by little.

As long as the place where the rain was laborious before is no longer drought, there will be natural rain occasionally, maybe the white dragon's vertical rain dispelled the curse of drought caused by the blood sacrifice of the Demon Gate before, and one thing falls one thing, and heaven and earth have their own means to balance.

Life is boring, constantly going back and forth between the East China Sea and the dry land...

Bai Yujun didn't expect that it would last seven years.

It has been busy for seven years, so that the people along the way often see dragons shuttling in the clouds, and no one disturbs them. Maybe they were warned by Chunyang Palace or they knew that disturbing the rain would damage their luck. No one is willing to compromise their luck. If you are bad at your own morality, if you don't understand luck, if you want to make trouble, it's just to add food to Bai Jiao.

Hibernate in winter, Jingzhe turns over and raises his head on February 2, Qingming begins to rain until it freezes in the snow.

The arid north that had been desolate for a hundred years returned to green, and a lot of merits and virtues came to her. Bai Yujun felt that as long as she didn't kill the city, she would not be in danger.

The last dry land ushered in heavy rainfall, and the rain drenched the dry soil and converged into creeks and rivers to fill the riverbed.

The rain that lasted for many years finally came to an end, the climate in the Northland recovered, and the humid air flow could automatically form rainfall, but the common people are still accustomed to attribute all the rain to Bailong.

On the top of the mountain, a certain Jiao who was gazing at the flood in the river bed was in a good mood.

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