On the skyline, a ray of light rises vertically into the sky.

People from thousands of miles around saw that star passing through layers of white clouds and disappearing into the sky. When it returned, it was rolling in flames, but when it left, it was still as domineering as before. Other gods were elegant and dustless, but a certain white star was like a rocket launching.

Mu was in a low mood and quietly watched Bai Yujun leave.

"Xiaobai, take care..."

The wind is slightly cool.

The rush is still there, and the scent of pear blossoms spreads.

Through the body snatchers in his hometown, Bai Yujun understood one thing.

They not only want to seize the body and shake the foundation of the ancient world, but also want to use the genius of hunting down the human race to infiltrate our white dragon, a vicious strategy that kills two birds with one stone. But they forgot one thing, we have more shortcomings and thicker skin.

Do you want to make human races everywhere hate us to the core?

This is not difficult.

The rebel organization is trying every possible means to infiltrate into the small world and needs the help of reincarnation to seize the body.

Bai Yujun himself can easily enter and leave the small world, as if he is going home to visit or visit his aunt and uncle, and has Tianzhi to act according to orders. In this way, Bai Yujun is completely invincible in all small worlds, arrogant and rampant, blatantly bullies the weak and fears the strong, and everyone

No choice.

The powerful existence cannot come, and it is difficult to trace its traces.

If you want to smear the image of the Dragon Clan, you need to see who did it, so assassination in secret can perfectly solve the problem.

Losing face?

Who can see us doing this?

It can not only save the small world but also kill the souls of strong men. Tsk tsk, don't take it too easy.

A hungry dragon who is good at being Voldemort.

Hidden.

Lurking, sneak attack.

Shameless assassination of weak mortals...

Heaven.

Yaochi Female Guard Camp Station.

The general opened the document and read it carefully, his expression gradually changed.

He scratched his forehead and tangled his hair, and finally couldn't help but pick up the seal and stamp it with the word "secret", completely seal the document and stuff it into the corner, and cover it with other files.

More and more small worlds are returning to normal, and only a few powerful people know who did it.

Being able to repair the way of heaven is too bizarre. Back then, high-end dragons might have been able to do it, but no one believed that a wild dragon from the lower realms with impure blood could do it.

In fact, Bai Yujun traveled all over the world, feeling depressed and sad and seldom smiled.

Can I really bring peace to the heavens?

Everywhere there is war and endless destruction.

Turmoil and war.

There are even more demons wreaking havoc and killing.

Use super strength to wipe out the demons in the small world, and create peace under the knife.

Occasionally, some dragon clan ruins, old dragon palace sites, and dragon clan relics are found, all of which are mostly small dragon clan with low magic power. In comparison, the dragon clan ruins in Longmian World are of a more special type, powerful and numerous, especially in the extreme northern ice plains.

The Black Dragon Tomb below is the strongest.

In addition, I found some mythical and vicious beasts scattered in the small world.

Mainly weak cubs.

Walking and stopping, my footprints are all over the heavens.

Later, perhaps the rebel organization realized that it had suffered heavy losses and had no achievements, so it simply took back the souls that had landed in various places. At least they were still capable of fighting while they were still alive. Sending them to the small world was simply a stupid move to die. It was a bad move.

Bai Yujun found that the souls of the people who seized the body were gone, but he still continued.

Even if the stowaways are gone, the loopholes and gaps still exist.

A certain Bai concentrates on sewing and mending.

During this period, Qing Ling came to the fairy world and lived in Zhuquan Temple. The monkeys also lived here. Occasionally, they would go down the mountain to plant rice in spring and harvest in autumn, challenge the surrounding immortals and monsters, or follow the iron ball to rob tombs, and happily beat up ancient zombies.

and the Ghost King.

Old Huixian was diligent in growing vegetables.

The snake boy patrols the ruined temple to catch rats.

Little Stone and Monkey Iron Ball have become brothers, sharing a piece of bacon together.

Influenced by a certain white.

Living another fairyland life.

…

Three hundred years later.

Time flies in an instant, and time is hard to get credit for...

The remote town outside Zhuquan Mountain, maybe because the old Huixian lived on the mountain, the town is peaceful and peaceful, and there are no natural or man-made disasters. Although it is remote, it is self-sufficient. People in the village say that there are gods living in Feilaixian Mountain. Gradually, Feilaifeng

became a legend.

"Passers come in to have a cup of tea, quench their thirst and rest~"

"The piglets born that year can eat and grow fast~"

“Steamed buns~ Grandma Sun’s steamed buns are big and delicious. I’ll be hungry and energetic on the road~”

The blacksmith rolled up his sleeves and hit the hoe.

A herb collector leads his apprentices into the mountains with a basket of herbs on his back.

Stone Daddy makes a doorstep smoking pole, Ah Hua Niang holds down Ah Hua and spanks her butt with a feather duster, she is too old and her eyesight is dim to do housework, a civet cat climbs a tree, a yellow dog barks around a tree, a water buffalo jumps into the mud of a rice field to have fun, a martial arts ranger

The smile is like a spring breeze.

The old bridge in the town is built of bluestone.

Passing under the Qingshui Bridge, the blue sky is reflected, the bridge locks in the white clouds, and fish swim up and down the sky.

There is a fruit tree next to the bridge.

The fruit is reddish and green, and you can just pick the fruit while standing on the bluestone arch bridge.

At this time, a slender girl wearing a bamboo hat walked onto the bluestone arch bridge. She wore a long coarse cloth skirt with a bamboo flute tied around her waist. Her weapon was wrapped in coarse cloth. She lifted the bamboo hat with her jade fingers and saw the green fruits on the tree.

Reaching out to pick it off...

Three girls ran across the bridge laughing and joking.

The colorful windmill spins very fast.

"Sister~ You can't eat the raw fruit~ It will cause your teeth to fall out if it is sour~"

Bai Nenyu paused with her fingers, but still stubbornly picked out a fruit that looked pleasing to the eye, and wiped it with her clothes. It was very moist, looked good, and was particularly fragrant.

Click~

"Bah! It's really raw."

Bai Yujun threw the sour fruit into the water under the bridge.

The reflection rippled, attracting a group of small fish to gather around. The length of the little finger is too long to eat. Small fish are like this, and they will gather around to watch anything thrown at them.

There are homes where there is water, and water for drinking, cooking, washing, and irrigation is indispensable for everything.

More than three hundred years.

Finally got a chance to slow down and take a breather.

"Blooming flowers and running water under the bridge, time has forgotten me, but I can't forget time. Alas, take the time to go to Daomen Fairy Mountain to understand the nature of Taoism."

Take a leisurely stroll through the small mountain town.

It's nice, there are no snake catchers and no snakeskin instruments.

Enter a simple teahouse.

"Staff, a bowl of tea, lighter, in a big porcelain bowl."

"Okay~ Girl, wait a minute~"

They quickly brought crude tea and boiled water to scald their mouths. They held the bowls with both hands and blew air while listening to the gossips of the townspeople in the teahouse. The music played and sang in front of them was too unpleasant. One of the three strings was broken. The blind man shook his head towards the pillars and played the piano randomly. The tea guests

They were all listening to the ranger, a muscular man with hair all over his body, describing the scenery outside.

"So tired..."
To be continued...