Old Gui smiled when he heard this, but he didn't say anything. He just muttered to himself: "It's the territory of the gods. Will the gods be afraid of your dragon clan? When you encounter such a pure blood dragon, you must have cramps and skinned, or you may have taken away your mount."

"The third prince is unparalleled in qualifications and is chasing the ancestor dragon. The gods may not be moved after seeing it. Killing the third prince, the gods may not have the courage to do so, but it is still very likely to raise the third prince!" The old turtle said slowly.

Hearing this, the eldest prince's eyes showed a look of shock and doubt, and then said, "I'll go and ask for Zulong!"

Lingtai Fangcunshan

Crawling river crabs have been there.

"Hahaha! Hahaha! You little monkey, it turns out that you miss the mother monkey! Hahaha! Hahaha! I'm so laughing to death. I'm your master, not the mother monkey! A few years ago, my senior brothers were thinking about pulling you, but I blocked you. Now it seems that it's mine!" Daoyuan laughed, with no emotion in his eyes, only teasing and joking.

"Ba~"

Daoyuan retreated, and flicked his fingers lightly before seeing Daoyuan swimming in the water: "It seems that I will find a female monkey for you tomorrow."

When Yang Sanyang saw Daoyuan's expression, he felt relieved. There was no need to explain it, but Daoyuan's gaze made his heart feel cold.

That's not the gaze of a normal person who looks at the same kind of people. He thinks how he looks at Teddy in his previous life, and it's somewhat similar to Daoyuan's gaze of him at this time?

Will your own pet owner mind Teddy's rudeness?

The gaze made Yang Sanyang feel cold and his whole body became weak in an instant.

Daoyuan teased and took a shower, walked ashore without any concealment, facing Yang Sanyang, dressed without any concealment: "I'll go find the fourth senior brother, you little monkey, wash it slowly by yourself."

Daoyuan smiled and left, leaving Yang Sanyang with a depressed look, then lowered his head and smiled bitterly: "I really don't treat me as a kind of person!"

What else can he say?

East China Sea Dragon Palace

The eldest prince came straight to Zulong's retreat and bowed respectfully: "Father, the mistress has not come back yet."

I had no words in the palace for a long time. After a while, I saw a wave spread in the void. A qi surged into the sky and shot into the endless void.

Half a quarter of an hour later, an old voice sounded: "I'm afraid it's not good. The mistress's aura was completely covered. You can send someone to the Great Wilderness for a walk in person, be sure to find clues."

"yes!"

The eldest prince was shocked, looked anxious, and then turned around and left.

Yang Sanyang slowly climbed to the shore, looking at the sun in the sky with his eyes, lying on the bluestone, slowly basking in the sun, drying the water stains on his body.

The path to practice, whether it is entering into meditation or observing images, is just a basic step. Only by entering the eternal state can one master a touch of magic power and enter the wonderful state of practice.

After a while of sunlight, the water vapor on his body gradually evaporated. Yang Sanyang slowly stood up and returned to Taolin, then continued to sit cross-legged and meditated, and fell into a state of concentration.

In the state of concentration, chaos seemed to be alive, rolling constantly, with infinite mysteries appearing and looming.

"Even the gods cannot fully visualize such a big chaos, how can I do it? What is the black shadow in the chaos?" Yang Sanyang was confused and began to mobilize the energy and spirit of the whole body to nurture chaos.

With the birth of the spirit and spirit, the next moment, the sky was spinning, and the endless qi came from nowhere. The chaos of one's own rapidly evolved and took shape quickly in the countless qi.

"What's wrong. My spirit is not nurturing chaos at all, but releasing some kind of power in the dark. It is this power that makes chaos evolve at an incredible speed!" Yang Sanyang's eyes showed a hint of horror, incredible.

What kind of power is that? A force that I have never noticed before!

"It seems something is wrong! My body is not right!" Yang Sanyang stood up with a pale face, picked up the peach and ate it hard: "I don't believe it!"

"The square mountain of Lingtai is the supreme wonderland, and there is no shortage of spiritual objects. I want to see how much you can swallow! I want to see how many unpredictable aura you can release!" Yang Sanyang frowned, chewed a bite of the peach hard, and a touch of solemnity appeared in his eyes.

"I can only walk one way to the dark. It just so happens that the Lingtai Fangcun Mountain is the least lacking in spiritual medicine, otherwise I will be in trouble!" A divine light flowed from Yang Sanyang's eyes, and he was determined: "I have learned all the divine words. Are you still afraid that you will be so difficult?"

Yang Sanyang's eyes were filled with divine light, he picked up the peach and ate it, and then continued to meditate in seclusion.

The process of retreat and meditation is actually a process of restoring energy and spirit. In the state of concentration, people recover dozens of times faster than sleeping.

Day 2

A ray of light was just shining in the hazy sky. Yang Sanyang woke up from meditation with a tired expression. He could only hear noises from far to near, and then seven or eight figures in the void could not see through his true body.

"Bang!"

Before Yang Sanyang could react, he felt the darkness in front of him and fainted.

"Senior Brother Seven, you're so dark, don't smash this little monkey!" Someone said dissatisfied.

"Don't worry, Senior Brother, I've been perfected for a long time, and I will never hurt it! Don't talk too much, tie it up quickly, and don't let him listen to the sermon, otherwise our senior brother is still alive. It's rare that the ancestors will preach, don't let this little monkey get mixed up!" Senior Brother Seven said impatiently.

As they spoke, everyone was in a hurry and tied up Yang Sanyang in big ties, and then a group of people quickly left the place.

When Yang Sanyang woke up, it was already noon. His eyes were opened in a daze. He felt the constraints on his body. Yang Sanyang cursed: "Who is it! That turtle scheming me! It's not light or heavy to start, my head hurts so much!"

The thought arose in his mind, the fire of the silence flashed, and the ropes all around his body turned into ashes. Yang Sanyang stood up in a panic and looked for the person who was trying to use his bad hands, but unfortunately there was no hair.

"Hmph, I really think I can't do anything? But I underestimated me!" Yang Sanyang smiled coldly, spread his hands to deduce the innate gossip. After a while, he showed a smile, not laughing, not crying, not crying: "It's so too much. In order not to let me listen to the sermon, I actually hit me out of the way!"

Yang Sanyang was indignant, but he didn't say much. He knew that he was weak now and had no good results in conflict with his disciples.

But he still felt that this blow was a bit of a loss. The ancestor didn't let him listen to the sermon, and he didn't even want to go there. As a result, he was hit by a blow and had no place to make sense.

Yang Sanyang frowned, looked at the place where the ancestors preached in the distance, and couldn't help but grind his teeth: "When I can cultivate magic power in the future, I have to ask you to wait for it to look good."

Without saying anything, Yang Sanyang continued to sit cross-legged under the peach tree and meditate, continuing to retreat and nurture chaos.

In the blink of an eye, seven days passed, and the ancestor finished his preaching. Yang Sanyang sat cross-legged under the peach tree, and his blue and white face showed a touch of solemnity: "It's not right! I can't understand this chaos at all, and I can't see the scene inside at all."

This is not scientific at all. In theory, chaos was visualized by me. He should know every grain of sand and dust inside, but now he can't even sense any changes in the chaos. Once he feels the chaos, he only notices the endless void. Unpredictable changes have occurred in the chaos. The chaos he can feel is just a snatch of the sea.

Yang Sanyang frowned, and a touch of solemnity appeared in his eyes. He felt that his own chaos had changed a little, and he even had an illusion that his own chaos was real chaos, and there were already signs of real chaos.

"Not right! It's big wrong!" Yang Sanyang picked up the peach with a pale face and chewed it a few times. In recent days, he has lost weight all over the place. Not to mention his skin and bones, but he is not much worse.

On the other hand, after the ancestor finished his preaching, the senior brothers smiled and said, "The monkey doesn't know what's going on. I'll go and see and teach the fundamental Dharma. If we brothers have faith in the words, it will not delay the little monkey's practice."
Chapter completed!