Qiu Xingyu was in a trance, and Yuan Chen had used an unknown technique to condense a dragon gate in the sky.
The illusory dragon gate is grand and majestic, with a golden dragon wandering above it, which is mysterious and inexplicable.
"Help me quickly." Yuan Chen stretched out a hand in front of Qiu Xingyu. Qiu Xingyu held it subconsciously, and a suction force came from him. Qiu Xingyu felt that Yuan Chen's hand was like a bottomless pit, absorbing his spiritual power crazily.
In front of Yuan Chen, the dragon gate gradually solidified, and the colorful carp rushed into the dragon gate with a leap as if it was stimulated by something.
Inside the dragon gate, a small colorful dragon rushed out, landed on the ice lotus again, curled up its body and then became silent.
"Is it dead?" Qiu Xingyu couldn't believe it. He had sensed the power of the colorful little dragon just now. How could he just die?
"Let's go, there are some things I can't explain clearly." Yuan Chen put away the two dishes he cooked, then tidied up the canteen as before, and then left the canteen.
As soon as they left the cafeteria, Yuan Chen and Qiu Xingyu were surrounded by the undead butterflies. The densely packed undead butterflies surrounded Yuan Chen and Qiu Xingyu.
Qiu Xingyu's expression changed drastically, and he waved his standard sword directly to attack. At the same time, in his mouth, a small sword was pointed at one of the undead butterfly kings with gold body and silver pattern.
"Wait a minute, they are not going to attack us." Yuan Chen blocked Qiu Xingyu and asked him to withdraw his attack.
Yuan Chen bit his finger, and a strange fragrance came out. The Necromantic Butterfly King landed directly on the palm of Yuan Chen's hand, gently sucking the drop of blood that flowed out.
As soon as he finished sucking it, another silver pattern appeared on the body of the Dead Butterfly King.
"Leave, I'm fine now." Yuan Chen said calmly as he released the Necromantic Butterfly King.
He did not ask where the old man was, because he wanted to see the truth in the abyss and rift valley through his own eyes.
The Necromancer Butterfly King reluctantly left with a large group of Necromancer butterflies. Qiu Xingyu was dumbfounded at this moment. He swallowed the small sword in his mouth and asked with some disbelief: "You can actually control the source beast. I'm really surprised.
It’s hard to accept.”
"Let's go, those little guys can't wait any longer." Yuan Chen smiled slightly. Being able to see the Dead Butterfly King means that Old Man Ming Ling and many creatures in Dongyang are still alive.
Zuo Yun, whose surname is Zuo Yingzhang, was hungry and his chest was pressed against his back. He should have fainted from hunger, but an inexplicable belief kept him going until now.
"I'm back." Yuan Chen strode into the tent and placed two dishes on a table, "Get up and eat, I made them myself."
Zuo Yun was about to stand up happily, but after hearing Yuan Chen's words, he suddenly stopped in mid-air and stopped moving.
Yuan Chen seemed to realize something and raised his head to look at Zuo Yun.
The other children surnamed Zuo had already eagerly stood up, rushed to the table, and opened the two wrapped top-notch dishes.
Two strong aromas intertwined and filled the entire camp. A small colorful dragon crossed its body and lay on the ice lotus, exuding colorful treasure light and azure blue glow. When Yuan Chen slashed his sword, golden liquid flowed out, overflowing.
The entire ice lotus emits a refreshing fragrance at the same time.
On the other side, Kun was very fat, but when Yuan Chen cut his abdomen with a knife, a white light shot up into the sky, as if it was going straight to the ninth heaven. However, with the defensive formation of the tent, the white light was only limited to the tent.
, at the same time, a kind of aroma hit his face, and various delicious dishes flowed out of Kun's belly.
Seeing this scene, Qiu Xingyu couldn't help but swallow his saliva, and rushed towards the two dishes with both hands as if he was not obeying his orders.
The children named Zuo were shocked when they saw this scene, and they all swallowed their saliva.
Seeing this scene, Zuo Yun's face turned even paler.
"Don't just watch, eat." Yuan Chen said with a smile. Seeing that the child named Zuo didn't move, Yuan Chen was a little unhappy. He came to Zuo Yun and pulled Zuo Yun to the two dishes.
forward.
"If you don't eat them, they won't eat them. If you don't do it for yourself, don't you care about their life and death?" Yuan Chen spoke calmly, but Zuo Yun couldn't refute it.
"Eat it, I don't need poison to deal with you." Yuan Chen lay down on his floor again. Qiu Xingyu couldn't understand it from beginning to end, but when he saw Yuan Chen lying down, he also lay down.
Yuan Chen is very good at dealing with such people.
Zuo Yun glanced at Yuan Chen, then touched his belly, and finally focused on the seven children. There was struggle on his face.
Two different aromas aroused Zuo Yun, and finally he couldn't bear it anymore. He gritted his teeth and took a sip of the golden dragon soup first.
At the entrance of the dragon soup, the fresh aroma of fish, including the taste of the sea, filled Zuo Yun's taste buds. Before Zuo Yun could taste it, there was a taste of freedom that soared through the nine heavens and shuttled through the sea of clouds. Then the dragon soup entered his throat, and he felt like a well-behaved fish.
The golden dragon rushed into Zuo Yun's intestines, washing away the filth and making up for the lack of physical and spiritual energy.
Zuo Yun was shocked, and the spiritual energy around him surged into his body. Within a moment, he had entered the spirit gathering realm.
Zuo Yun was inexplicably surprised. When he looked at Yuan Chen again, he could only feel reverence.
A seed of faith took root in his heart.
"Drink it quickly, this soup is delicious." Zuo Yun didn't want to be reluctant in every way just now, and now he started to encourage his seven little brothers to start drinking the soup too.
As for him, he started to try the "Swinging Nine Thousand Miles" method.
Zuo Yun used chopsticks to pick up a small piece of the vegetable that came out of Kun's stomach and put it in his mouth. Even though he had been prepared this time, he was still shocked.
The food melted in his mouth, and a taste more intense than the dragon soup filled his taste buds. The explosive feeling made him feel like he was in the sea.
He stood in the sky and looked down at the boundless sea. At that moment, he realized how weak he was.
Suddenly, the sea rolled, and a huge fish rushed out from the bottom of the sea. It was tens of thousands of miles long. At that moment, Zuo Yun was stunned.
In comparison, he is like ants and dust.
This fish is Kun. Kun spins and rushes high into the sky, rushing into the blue sky with indomitable momentum, chasing the immortal dream.
Kun is soaring upward ninety thousand miles, how can Kun's ambition be like the blue sky?
In Zuo Yun's eyes, after Kun reached the peak of his momentum, he spread out a pair of wings. Those wings were tens of thousands of miles away, but they seemed to be carrying the blue sky on their backs. Then Kunpeng flapped his wings and flew directly towards the universe. The vast blue sky instantly turned into
In the starry sky, the endless and deep starry sky, although Kunpeng was like dust, it never gave up and kept swimming towards the depths of the universe, its wings beating from time to time. Zuo Yuan soon lost sight of it.
After waking up, Zuo Yun felt that he seemed to have consolidated the spirit-gathering realm, and there was a sea of spirits surging in his Dantian, which was the spirit sea of the spirit-gathering realm.
But when Yuan Chen came to the Spirit Gathering Realm, he was completely alien.
He directly faced the emperor-level calamity, and all the spiritual seas exploded. In the end, the spiritual power frenzy was directly integrated into Yuan Chen's bloodline bones.
After eating it, the other children with the surname Zuo all broke through to the spirit-gathering realm, and even stabilized their cultivation.