Every day, flying boats continue to arrive, but the number is no longer likely to have any impact on the existing stock. They are sparsely carrying monks who have hope.
The Chongling flying boat is one of those flying boats that have traveled thousands of billions of miles to get here, but its departure point is far away, and the journey has been bumpy, so it arrived relatively late.
Those who come here through the flying boat are basically Nascent Soul Lord, because the half-immortals have a better way, but their way is not suitable for carrying people with different levels of power from them. Only immortals have such abilities, but immortals
There are no relatives or friends left.
The True Lords flew here in flying boats pulling groups of Nascent Souls. Everyone knew that this might be a voyage that would never go back, but there were still countless Nascent Souls who followed their elders and came here, or,
Go bankrupt just to catch the last train.
There are hundreds of monks in the Chong Ling Hao. They may have arrived relatively late, but the later they come, the luckier they are. They can live to see the change of the era and the changes of the avenue. They are also very likely to get some benefits from such changes in the world. There are rumors.
It is said that when the era changes, those who can stay in the Yellow Dragon Land and experience the changes of the great road will receive a share of the benefits of heaven. I don’t know who spread the news, but now all the monks in the universe know this news.
Many of the first batch of Nascent Souls who came to the Yellow Dragon Land had died. They were a little too anxious. Their life span of a thousand years was not enough to support them until the era changed. Except for a few lucky ones, the True Lord gained life again.
Except for the battery life, everyone else died here; even so, it cannot stop the continuous flow of Nascent Souls.
The later you arrive, the more accurate the time will be, but it is a technical job to keep the time within one or two hundred years during long-distance interstellar travel! Not only must you fly steadily, but you must also accurately judge the time of epoch change.
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For many people, this is a one-way ticket, even the lucky ones on the Chong Ling train.
But among these hundreds of people, there is a very special being, a Jindan girl.
It is unreasonable for mortals to use a girl to describe a person who is hundreds of years old. A person who is hundreds of years old should be called an old witch; but on this airship, in the land of the Yellow Dragon they will reach, at her age she is a witch.
A true child, a baby.
Due to some uncontrollable reasons, her journey will come to an abrupt end in front of the Nascent Soul. This can be seen from her blood. She is obviously a living person, but she has a face that is paler than a zombie. There is a kind of suspicion.
She suffers from blood-yin-soul disease, and not even the True Lord and the Half-Immortal can save her, so she can only rely on her magic power to support her until the end of the golden elixir's lifespan, which is about two hundred years.
But she has a good father! A True Lord of the Yangshen! So all this seems to be saved? They say that there will be great opportunities in the land of the Yellow Dragon when the era changes, which may also include the rebirth of people in Nirvana? Not sure, but at any rate it is
A hope.
Feizhou is worthy of this person, and my good father is the leader of this industry. I don’t want to say goodbye to my beloved daughter forever, so I might as well keep him with me, not only for the chance of gambling, but also for the two hundred years of getting along with her.
Monks cannot leave the universe without reaching the Nascent Soul, but if there is someone behind them, mortals can also go to the Immortal Court.
The girl lightly passed through the cabin and walked through flowers among the monks. Here were all her elders, the elders from the sect who had watched her grow up, so she seemed very casual; when she reached the realm of Yangshen, there was basically no trace of her.
There is a possibility of giving birth to an heir again, but this world of cultivation has everything except absolutes.
As a child whose father is the Yang God and the leader of the sect, you can imagine what kind of life she leads; but these favorable conditions do not turn her into a playboy. This is the foundation that Daxiu must have. Quality education, she is the fairy of the sect, a pistachio, a girl that everyone likes, but fate is fair, after giving her all the conditions that others dream of, it also gave her a dead end.
Floating lightly into the bow of the boat, there is the key to controlling the boat. Inversely proportional to her pale complexion, is her always happy character.
"Father, are we almost at Huanglong? I feel that the flying boat is slowing down!"
The leader, the True Lord, has a kind face. He has led the sect for thousands of years and has always been extremely majestic. He will only let go of his hard shell in front of his daughter. This has become a heartache for him and he cannot let go; if He chose to cut off one thought in order to reach the semi-immortal realm. He would rather remain the true king until his death.
"Yu Jian, come to Zhoutou quickly. We will be at Huanglong soon! Don't run around then. I heard that there are millions of monks here. If someone gets lost, there is no way to find him!"
Yujian came to the bow of the boat. There was a transparent porthole in front of her, and the vast universe looked out from here as if it were rushing towards her. Although she was still a golden elixir, she had seen such a scene countless times. Who could give her a good experience? As for dad, the majesty of the universe that no one else can see in a lifetime is just a stroll in his father's spare time.
Yujian looked forward, but unfortunately he saw nothing, "It doesn't look good. Not to mention stars these days, there aren't even meteorites. It's too boring. Nothing but void is void!"
You Zhenjun laughed and said, "It's almost lively! It's more lively than you think! There are even more monks than the mortals in some small realms! I met a fellow monk before and said it was the land of the Yellow Dragon. The monks are already heading towards the tens of millions level, it’s really hard to imagine!”
Yu Jian's eyes widened and she tried to look forward, hearing the conversation between her father Linfeng and other Zhenjun.
"Once again, let me spread the word. After coming to Huanglong, it is absolutely forbidden to fight with people, let alone provoke people with weapons without authorization. We can control the wind and rain in our own realm, but here we are not even ants. If there is a dispute, But no one stands up for you!"
A true gentleman responded, "I understand, senior brother! We have told you countless times along the way that we only want to observe and learn, and we will never cause trouble!
Hey, the senior semi-immortals from Inner Jingtian and Outer Jingtian are all here, plus those who are hidden in the world, there are probably tens of thousands in total. Hidden dragons and crouching tigers, there are many powerful people. It is better for us to put on our hats and be human! "
While he was talking, there was a faint light flashing in front of the boat's head. The speed of the flying boat had now dropped to a very low level, fearing that this big guy's speed would cause trouble for some big shot.
Here, Yang Shen is nothing!
"What is that? Does it look like the tail of a comet?" Yujian opened her eyes wide. After all, her realm was too low and her knowledge was limited. How could she tell what the light in front of her represented?
Just before he was about to leave, he sighed, with a look of envy in his eyes, "Silly girl, what's the tail of a comet? It's just a crown of Tao Qi!"
