It is a great honor to be remembered by the dignified king, but it is definitely not a glory to be remembered by him in this situation. At this time, Lin Yuantang did not have any calmness and magnanimity as the king of the palace, so scared
His face turned pale and sweaty, and he stuttered when he spoke.
"That's good." Fortunately, the Spirit Holy King didn't say much, nor did he scold him. He just glanced at them and quickly withdrew his gaze.
"Tomorrow is the beginning of the battle of demons. You will rest here for a night tonight." The Spirit Holy Heavenly King said to everyone again.
"Yes, Lord Tian Wang." Everyone responded in unison.
The Spirit Holy King waved his hand gently, and in an instant, spiritual clouds gathered on the top of his head, sprinkling fine raindrops. On the square made of the best jade, countless strange flowers and grasses grew.
.The flowers bloom and fade, emitting a stronger spiritual energy. Moreover, this spiritual energy is so ethereal and pure, and the Taoist rhyme contained in it is so clear.
Without refining, the spiritual energy will be transformed into holy energy by itself. Without exploring it, the rhythm will be understood in the heart by itself.
"Breakthrough, I've broken through!" A middle-aged man cheered in surprise in the crowd.
Three rainbows appeared quickly between the eyebrows, and then the fourth rainbow appeared quickly.
Just a few breaths, his cultivation level was promoted from the third level of the Saint of Transformation to the fourth level of the Saint of Transformation!
"I also broke through, I also broke through..." Soon, another series of surprise cheers sounded one after another.
In the crowd, rainbows emerged one after another, and a strange light was shining.
The Spirit Holy King smiled slightly and turned around and left.
The sunset hangs in the sky, casting a golden light on his quiet back, looking so mysterious and so transcendent.
Gu Fenghua looked up at the back, excited and fascinated.
Just as he raised his hand, the spiritual energy turned into rain and the spiritual flowers bloomed, helping the strong men go further. What kind of cultivation and magical power is this.
In fact, not only others, but even the holy energy in her body was flowing endlessly, and there were signs of breakthrough and promotion.
After a long time, the spiritual rain stopped and the spiritual clouds dispersed. The beautiful spiritual flowers and herbs also withered and disappeared. The excited crowd gradually calmed down.
"Why did you come at this time?" A middle-aged man in gorgeous clothes and majestic face came to the front of several people and questioned unhappily.
"Report to Lord Xingjun, I have been in seclusion a few days ago and I have to check the order after I left the seclusion." Lin Yuantang replied apologetically.
This middle-aged man is Shen Yuting, the Lord of Tianwei. They have not arrived for a long time, and even the Spirit Holy Heavenly King has begun to ask about it. I believe that Tianwei Xingjun has been implicated by them during this period and life is not easy, so Lin Yuantang is naturally ashamed.
"So that's the case, you can't blame me." After hearing Lin Yuantang's explanation, Shen Yuting's expression looked much better.
The Qingyuan Dao Mansion is gradually declining. Lin Yuantang and others are in seclusion from time to time to practice hard in order to break through the sage. Zhuang Mengdie and Chen Siyuan are thinking about it day and night, and they are all in a devil's way. He knows all these things and can understand them.
Their efforts are not good enough to blame them for this.
"Haha, you are still in seclusion and practicing hard. How many years have you been practicing hard, and you haven't given up yet?" At this time, an old man next to him said sarcastically.
"Chu Yuange, what do you mean?" Chen Siyuan raised his eyebrows when he heard this.
"I just advise you a few words. If you don't have the qualifications, you should give up as soon as possible. Besides, the Qingyuan Dao Mansion has only a little bit of money, and you can't help but trouble." The old man named Chu Yuange laughed and the sarcasm on his face was
More meaning.
"My husband is also for your own good. Just the little wealth of the Qingyuan Dao Mansion is not enough for you to make trouble. Stop up early, and you can leave something for future generations and a coffin book for yourself. If you keep going like this,
I'm afraid there's not even the coffin left." Another old man also sarcastically said.
"Qiu Yiming, are you trying to find trouble?" Seeing them sarcastically one by one, Zhuang Mengdie was furious and habitually rolled up her sleeves.