After the plane landed, Feng Dapao drove the Jinbei to pick us up and took us back to the office.

We have been walking for half a month.

The chef Lao Ding prepared a table of delicious dishes. I haven't eaten good food for so long, and I have greed in my stomach.

Huang Bawang had no strength, but he was still brave when eating. Most of the food on a large table was put into his stomach.

Even when chatting at the dinner table, Fatty Zheng and I didn't tell the real situation in Locking Dragon Well.

Snake men, strange trees and carpets, as well as bone mountains, abyss, and suppressed divine dragons were enough to surprise them.

Even those present were stunned for a while after storms.

At this moment, Lao Ding slapped the table and said, "So, that dragon is dead?"

I nodded, and just as I was about to speak, Lao Ding slapped the table again: "Then you didn't think about taking some dragon blood, getting some dragon meat or something?"

I think about it. This kind of divine beast is full of treasures, so who doesn’t look jealous of it?

But he died because he still had a soul, how can he get it?

Huang Bawang also sighed at the desk. As a veteran foodie, he agreed with Lao Ding's question and kept saying that if he hadn't fainted, he would have moved the faucet back and stewed it in a big pot.

Lao Ding is not a nonsense person. After Fatty Zheng explained the situation at that time, he stopped talking, but his expression was a little dim.

As a chef who practices cooking skills and improves his cooking skills, Lao Ding really regrets not going with us.

Otherwise, even if the dragon flesh and blood are out of reach, the dragon-like fruits that bear on the strange tree and the carpets that swallow flesh and blood on the ground are all good ingredients.

Not to mention Lao Ding's sigh, after dinner, it was getting late. I helped Huang Bawang back to the house, and then I entered the cultivation myself.

I have to say that in Lock Dragon Bell Gorge, each of us was under great pressure. Whether it was Ao Lie, the Arhat behind Huang Bawang, or the Bird-faced Thousand-Handed Demon, any of these three bigwigs could destroy us with one finger.

If the bird-faced demon hadn't felt that there was a threat among us, he wouldn't have slowly subsided us in that way.

Pressure can be converted into motivation. Although my cultivation level looks good and I can still occupy a place among those hidden sects, it still seems not enough to stand in front of these immortals, gods and demons.

Above the Yang God is the golden elixir. When you reach the Golden elixir realm, you can be called a land god. Going further and you can cultivate the true Dharma image and become an immortal.

With a simple and crude division of state, it is difficult to climb up step by step along the state.

Since I broke through my cultivation a while ago, I have relaxed my requirements for myself. My experience in Locking Dragon Well naturally taught me a good lesson.

As I visualized, a sacred tree that stood tall and stood in my mind. Golden flames like flowing clouds were flying on the sacred tree, and fire crows transformed from flames leap among the branches and leaves.

As the fire crows flew, I gradually realized the trajectory of their actions, which was a set of sword techniques.

Just as I realized this sword technique, everything around me gradually faded, and the light on the divine tree disappeared little by little.

I haven't understood this situation very well, and this situation has never happened in the visualization method.

Fumu gradually disappeared, and eventually everything returned to darkness.

I felt something was wrong. Just as I was about to get out of the visualization, there was another change in the darkness.

A big white-haired dog slowly walked out of the darkness.

This white dog is not old white, and looks very different. His hair is shining with a white light. Looking at the white light can make people calm down.

I have seen this big white-haired dog. It is a divine beast, and its status is no less than that of the old dragon Ao Lie.

Listen carefully, the divine beast that Ksitigarbha sat down can hear the voices of all living beings in the three realms and six realms.

I once entered the underworld and met Di Ting, who ran away from Di Ksitigarbha's hands.

Di Ting finally ran away and was thrown into the six realms of reincarnation by Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva. There was also a monk named Three Life who was walking with him.

This monk has something to do with a Jindan demon, the third sister Mei, and was also in the samsara of reincarnation by Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.

I can't guess the abilities of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva and I have no right to comment on other people's actions, but I thought that the matter was over, but I didn't expect that Diting found me again now.

Di Ting is so cute. If I don’t recognize Di Ting’s identity, I will definitely think that the devil’s methods are still in my body.

This is my territory, and Di Ting has no other moves, just keeps going around in circles.

His eyes seemed to be looking at me, and I couldn't figure out what he meant in the end.

But there must be a reason why he came to me, and he wouldn't be so terrible.

Finally, Di Ting slowly walked into the darkness and barked at me a few times before leaving, but Di Ting still had no intention of communicating with me, and it might be that he could not do it.

No matter how bad Di Ting was, he was also a divine beast standing above the Dharma image. Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva threw it into the samsara for a while. It was probably because he had not recovered his magic power, so he couldn't say anything to me.

Diting disappeared without a trace, a divine tree appeared again, the branches and leaves shaking, and the elves born in countless flames danced.

Everything just now seems to have never happened, but I believe in myself, everything just now is true.

The support tree is still unclear, so I can only visualize the general shape, the charm and details are all gone, the leaves are much worse, and there are no traces on the trunks.

The superficial kung fu is not done well, so it is natural that nothing can be discussed in analyzing the inside of the Dharma and restoring the wood.

All in all, the difference is very far.

The Fumu in my heart is dead. Only when Fumu is reborn from death will the Dharma image be completely born.

I was sure that Diting was not malicious, so I did not withdraw from the state of cultivation, but continued to practice.

The magic power roams along the meridians in my body, and in the eyes of some people, it formed a light golden-red vortex. A small amount of spiritual energy in the world was constantly being sucked into my body, while at the same time, the spiritual energy that could not be restrained gradually dissipated.

As time goes by, the magic power in my body increased slightly.

The cycle continues. As time goes by, I keep moving the Zhoutian, and finally feel an indescribable warmth appear.

The sun was rising, and the sky was filled with red clouds. A trace of sunlight was collected by me into the magic seeds. Through the sunlight, it slowly evolved into the essence of Fumu.

I have experienced this process countless times, so I have achieved mediocrity.
Chapter completed!