"Mr. Meng, please be patient and don't be impatient."
Although He Feiyang was a little unhappy, he was the lord of a city after all, so he still replied in a pleasant manner.
“Who are you waiting for? Who is qualified to make me wait?” Meng Lun Samsara said.
“I am the saint of Zixia Holy Land,” He Feiyang said calmly.
"Zixia Holy Land, a third-rate force, dares to call it a Holy Land?" Meng Lun Samsara said in a cold voice without mercy.
“Mr. Meng, Zixia Holy Land owns Qinglong Terrace after all, so you should be more careful what you say,” He Feiyang warned.
“What? Threaten me,” Meng Lun Samsara said with a smile.
“Do you believe that this young master gave an order that this Qinglong Terrace, including the entire Tianfeng City, will belong to our land of ancient reincarnation?”
Hearing the other party’s arrogant words, He Feiyang stopped talking and closed his eyes.
It is useless to talk to this kind of people, and the conflicts will become deeper and deeper.
After appearing from the dream cycle in the pavilion, other people's voices became much quieter.
After a long time, He Feiyang's closed eyes suddenly opened and he murmured to himself, "Here we come."
The next moment, a sonic boom sounded from not far away.
By the time everyone reacted, a figure was already standing in the pavilion.
This figure is seven feet tall, with eyes like torches, eyebrows like knives, and black hair that moves without wind.
Although she is a woman, she has the aura of a woman in her body.
Hairy face with a few strands of hair falling down.
The long hair on the back of her head was all tied up, and she was wearing a blue tight-fitting gown.
When she arrived, He Feiyang quickly stood up to greet her.
Step forward and say hello: "I've seen the saint."
“Hey, you are the saint of the Zixia Holy Land, but you keep us waiting,” Meng Lun Samsara next to her complained impatiently.
The woman turned her head and glanced at him. She didn't seem to be very interested and just chose to ignore him.
“Open the Qinglong Terrace,” the woman ordered calmly.
He Feiyang nodded quickly and saw that he came to the huge dragon head.
Without any hesitation, he took out a black box from his arms.
He opened the box carefully, and there was a "squeaking" sound.
A green light suddenly shone in the world, floating up to the entire sky, covering everything in the sky.
Within the green light, the faint roar of a dragon could be heard.
The huge dragon head from before seemed to be lit up with light at the position of its eyes.
“The void and time are beginning to move,” Xu Zimo said in a low voice when he saw this scene.
“What did the Lord say?” Shizu asked.
“The time and space of Qinglong Terrace was restricted before,” Xu Zimo said.
"How is this possible? The water in this waterfall has been flowing just now, how can it be imprisoned?" Shi Zu was puzzled.
“Because this is not ordinary water,” Xu Zimo shook his head.
"If I guessed correctly, this water is drowning, and the flow is just its shape, not the real flow."
“This brother has good eyesight.” As if he heard Xu Zimo’s words, the saint from Zixia Holy Land slowly walked over.
He smiled and said: "This is drowning, but in this demonic realm, no more than five people can drown.
I’m not praising Haikou, Brother Dao’s knowledge is admirable.”
Xu Zimo shook his head and laughed.
As for how he knew, it was actually when he accepted the inheritance from the previous generation of demon lords in the Demon Realm.
In addition to power, that inheritance also has many memories.
These memories are about the experiences of the previous generation of demon lords, some of which have been erased.
Thinking about it, I am also worried that Xu Zimo will be affected. After all, everyone has their own secrets.
But that part of the memory is being passed down.
Xu Zimo also plans to find some time to take a good look at these memories.
There is naturally something about drowning in my memory.
“Where did the young master come from?” the woman asked again.
“A casual cultivator,” Xu Zimo said.
“Young master, you can’t deceive me. I can feel the demonic blood in your body,” the woman smiled, suddenly approached Xu Zimo, and whispered.
Xu Zimo didn’t react, but Ser Zu’s face changed slightly.
You must know that when they reach this state, they can return to their original nature and know how to hide themselves.
Unless there is a stronger one, you cannot see through them.
“Don’t be nervous, I don’t mean any harm,” the woman said with a smile.
“My name is Ziyan.”
“I’m not nervous,” Xu Zimo shook his head and said with a smile.
“But something surprised me. The legendary talent turned out to be a woman.”
Hearing Xu Zimo's words, Zi Yan's expression changed instantly.
Then he recovered as before and replied: "I don't understand what you are talking about."
“It’s okay, if you don’t understand, just pretend I didn’t say anything,” Xu Zimo shook his head and smiled.
Ziyan also looked at Xu Zimo deeply and left immediately.
And outside the pavilion, Qinglong's change has gradually ended.
The sound of water flowing from the waterfall began to be heard.
This time it’s a real waterfall, not a flowing form.
There was mist coming out from the bottom of the water.
The dragon head is held up like a fairyland.
And out of the mouth of the dragon head, a long avenue appeared.
The main road is like a round ball, riddled with holes and with countless openings.
Some people who have been to Qinglongtai know it well.
But some people who don’t know are full of surprise.
“Let me try it first,” Meng Lun Samsara stood up and shouted.
He Feiyang originally wanted to stop him, but Zi Yan shook his head.
The dream reincarnation walked up to Yuanzi and asked, "How should I get this treasure?"
“Mr. Meng can choose a cave entrance at will. No matter what method he uses, as long as he is approved, he can obtain the treasure.”
Although He Feiyang was not happy, he still explained.
“This can only depend on fate and cannot be forced.”
“This young master is powerful in the nine regions, what’s so difficult about being recognized by a small Qinglong Terrace,” Meng Lun Samsara coldly snorted.
He stretched out his right hand and placed his palm on one of the holes.
Suddenly, blue spiritual energy emanated from the hand and went straight into the mysterious circle.
“It’s the energy of reincarnation from the ancient land of reincarnation,” said a genius next to him.
“Chaos is the beginning of reincarnation, and everything begins with a peck and a drink.”
“Yes, their spirit of reincarnation is very special. It is said that they have practiced it to the extreme, and even the heaven and earth can reincarnate.”
Everyone around looked at Meng Lian Samsara and was a little envious.
Although Meng Samsara’s talent is average, he was born into a noble family. Even a pig can grow into a strong person if placed in such a force.
The energy of reincarnation filled the air, and the entire Qinglong Platform seemed to be shaking.
The vibrations were getting bigger and bigger, and just when the dream was coming to an end, suddenly all the vibrations calmed down.
The entire Qinglong Terrace's reincarnation energy disappeared, as if it had been swallowed up by something.
“Is this the end?” Meng Lian Samsara was dumbfounded.
“Where is my treasure?”
“It seems that Mr. Meng has no chance to meet Qinglong Terrace,” He Feiyang said with a smile.