Everyone in Chunyang Palace can often see two Elder Bai appearing at the same time...

When it comes to boring tasks, let the avatar stand alone. Occasionally, he will appear in person. For a while, everyone can't tell the real white dragon from the fake one. But every morning, you can see the real white dragon standing on the edge of the cliff, puffing out mist.

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On the edge of the cliff, the cool white mist mountain breeze blows on your face.

Beautiful eyes look at the sea of ​​clouds in the distance as the red sun rises, rising and falling, blooming with thousands of golden lights.

Bang~

Snap your fingers, and two translucent clones appear next to you.

It's not the kind of realistic scale clones, they are just two energy bodies. It is very convenient to apply spells rationally in life. For example, at this moment, let the two clones help tidy up the thick long hair on the top of the head, stand behind you and use a peach wood comb to comb your hair, and take out a slender white cloth strip.

Tie it up behind your head, tie it with a bow flexibly, and then take care of your clothes.

After finishing the work, the two translucent avatars turned into a sky full of stars, and they had to do the rest by themselves. At dawn, Bai Yujun, who was good at looking for energy, found that the momentum on both sides was rising, and it was clear that he was going to take action today.

"Alas...the trees want to be quiet but the wind doesn't stop."

The toes gently flew up, revealing a black anklet on the white ankle...

The cool spring breeze never blows away and fills the sky with chills.

The long-awaited conflict between the two religions is finally coming to an end. Shenhua Mountain is towering, and more than ten thousand monks from both sides are confronting each other in the air in front of the mountain. The sky is dark and black clouds are rolling in, and the wind is blowing their clothes.

A bolt of lightning cuts through the darkness!

Rumble~!

The spring thunder rises from all over the country, and the stormy clouds reach the sky.

Shenhua Mountain is shrouded in a huge Tai Chi Star Fighting Array. The movement of the array is earth-shattering, spreading murderous intent. In the dark cloudy sky, only the cloud cave above the Chunyang Palace of Shenhua Mountain reaches directly to the sky. The golden sunlight shines down and covers the pavilions and pavilions like a fairy mountain. Those who witness it

Everyone is surprised by the foundation of Chunyang Palace.

The everlasting breeze helps the universe shake, and the auspicious clouds reflect the splendor of the fairy palace. This is a true fairy home.

The ordinary disciples who could not participate in the battle stood in the sect on the top of the mountain and watched nervously.

Watching the excitement were not only monks, but also all the powerful families in the world, martial arts heroes, and even poets and travelers, who all wanted to see the strongest battle in the world!

The number of sects in the West is larger, but due to the sect's habits, except for individual disciples, their fighting power is not strong.

Although the number of Chunyang is small, it is more refined. There are many elders in the transformation stage who are not seen on ordinary days, and there are also many ordinary-looking real people who have never been seen wearing a coarse sermon robe. They look ordinary and unimpressive.

, in fact, people who return to their original nature are the real masters.

The sky is full of monks, and the golden scene of the Western Cult is the best and most beautiful. Many ordinary poor people nearby who don’t know the truth have begun to kowtow to the Western Cult. From every point of view, they are more like gods than the calm and peaceful pure Yang.

You Qi didn't know what to think, but he actually got a large golden cloud under his feet. It would be difficult for anyone who is more confused not to kowtow.

Chunyang pays attention to Taoism and nature, and will not do such eye-catching operations. In some aspects, he is behind the curve.

Bai Yujun and Yang Mu Xu Ling stood next to Yu Rong. Seeing that the other party was too arrogant, they blinked and smiled evilly...

Then, the golden clouds under the monks' feet suddenly turned into billowing black clouds, like a big demon appearing.

"..."

Countless people in the sky and on earth wanted to laugh but were afraid of offending Westerners. However, the scene changed too quickly. Before, the golden light was shining, and then dark clouds rolled in. The old demon came into the world, and it was so embarrassing. You didn’t need to guess, but you knew it must be Chunyang Palace.

The white dragon that is good at calling wind and rain does what the Western religion does, but it just wants to stir up clouds and mist in front of that white dragon.

Bai Yujun whistled and looked around, pretending that it had nothing to do with him.

Yu Rong smiled, reached out and touched a certain white head, and straightened the jade crown that was a little crooked.

Peak Master Qi Yun's indifferent face showed a rare smile. Gan Wu nodded to Bai Yujun, Chu Zhe smiled, and Lian Tianxing beside him turned to look to the other side.

There was a commotion on the opposite side and the clouds and mist cleared away. An old monk with brilliant golden light flew towards this side on a golden-winged roc.

I have to say that the golden-winged roc is very eye-catching. The golden color fills the sky and even Bai Yujun almost believes that it is a god. Although he stares at me fiercely, I don't care. I can make more money by tearing the wings of the little bird.

Now it is not a demon king, but a Western-style mount, and is not worthy of the title of demon king.

The old monk stood on the back of the golden-winged roc and came between the two parties. The golden-winged roc was very big. This was the first time Bai Yujun saw the true form of the golden-winged roc. Its wingspan was estimated to be more than thirty meters, as if it was a demonstration.

Every time it flaps its wings, a strong wind will blow in the direction of the pure sun, but with the presence of a real person, it can't stir up any waves.

The onlookers all marveled at the foundation of Western religion. Who wouldn’t be envious of being able to ride on such a domineering beast?

"Chirp~!"

An eagle screamed in the sky, and the old monk opened his mouth after building up his momentum.

"Fellow Taoist, can you tell me something?"

Pretending to talk about faith and etiquette before the war is unnecessary.

Lingxu Jiangli was not good at this kind of thing, and Zixu Qiyun didn't even bother to talk nonsense with him. After all, only Qingxu Yurong was able to come forward and be polite.

Bai Yujun shrugged, took off his jade crown, and pulled away the white cloth from his hair, with more scales appearing on his face...

Transformed into a huge white dragon, it did not stir up gusts of wind like a golden-winged roc. Instead, it felt like a fish in the water. It circled around Yu Rong several times with its four claws as if swimming in the water, raising its head and possessing thick cuticle armor.

The head of the dragon with bone spurs is ferocious and terrifying, with dense scales like white jade, fine bone spurs spreading from the back to the tail, and a long fluffy and soft spine tail.

Open your mouth and roar towards the other side with fangs exposed!

"Ho~!"

The amazing thing is that there is a faint dragon's roar in it, which is more shocking than the previous roar. It scares the birds and beasts to tremble, and the golden-winged roc's eagle eyes are solemn.

Only Bai Yujun remembered the dragon soul who taught him the dragon chant...

Lowering his head makes it easier for Yu Rong to stand on top of his head. When his master was attacked and injured by the Western Cult and the remnants of the Demon Sect in order to save him, Bai Yujun still remembers this kindness. It doesn't matter if he stands on top of his head. There is definitely a master in this world who has this qualification.

, the opponent uses the golden-winged roc to boost his momentum, so he cannot let the master lose face.

Yu Rong smiled softly, stepped onto the top of the dragon's head and stood firmly.

The white dragon moved. It jumped forward with a slight kick, and then moved left and right with its four claws. The tail of the dragon moved across the place where the head of the dragon swam. The posture was graceful and agile.

There are dragons flying in the blue sky, and only the sound of wind blowing across the sky can be heard.

Those who were watching the excitement were even more shocked. Although the white dragon appeared in the Central Plains, not many people had seen it with their own eyes. Now when they saw the white dragon for the first time, they were immediately shocked as a dragon. It has to be said that the position of the dragon in the hearts of the people in the Central Plains is too important. Any

It is difficult for people to ignore the shock in their hearts when they see the dragon flying in the sky with their own eyes. Ordinary people who do not know what is going on kneel down before the dragon again...

Swimming to the opposite side of the old monk and the golden-winged roc, the white dragon arched its body and raised its head in a defensive posture.
Chapter completed!