Having just become a fairy god, my descendants may come out

Jiang Changsheng brought The Golden Dragon Of The Spirit Realm inside, he looked towards Bai Qi, and Bai Qi trembled slightly.

He hurriedly approached, begging to say: “Taoist, the slave is too tired, tomorrow will sweep away.”

It swept more or less snow, then lowered more or less snow, and the celestial pirate was at the opposite of it.

Jiang Changsheng nodded slightly, Bai Qi seemed to be relieved of his burden, and hurriedly went to the top medicine next to him to lie down, the bottom peak was burning charcoal, full of warmth.

Jiang Changsheng turned his head to look towards the Imperial City.

This snow, big break, compared to the past few years, is a bit wrong.

There’s always the feeling of wanting to come out.

Qian Yu thirty-nine years, new spring later, heavy snow is still continuing, heard that forty-nine continents have crossed thirty continents in the lower snow.

In the library.

Jiang Ziyu on one side warmed up, and said: “What happened, why is the snow so big, now that The Great Qi is flourishing, it shouldn’t be like that.”

Han Tianji sat on the opposite side, his hands were in the same form, and he frowned and said: “God observe, The Great Scene is still in the flying stage, the problem is not in the Great Scene, the ability is all over the world.”

“Oh? What does this mean?”

“Maybe it’s not just the Great Scene that’s snowing.”

Hearing this, Jiang Ziyu frowned.

At this time, a White Guard entered the room, presenting a secret seal.

Jiang Ziyu took over, opened it to consider, immediately raised his eyebrows, and called out loudly.

Han Tianji asked curiously: “What is it that your majesty is so excited about?”

Jiang Ziyu handed the news to Han Tianji, then looked towards Bai Yi, and said: “Go to The Treasure Palace, take a jade chest and bring it to Long Tianyi, and give it to Dao Tong.”

The White Guard left.

Han Tianji’s right hand trembled, and he said: “It’s the Golden Dao again, eight thousand miles away, you can destroy The Golden Body, Dao Ancestor is really unimaginable, this battle basically puts the Great Wilderness defeated, then taking over the Great Wilderness is just a matter of time.”

Jiang Ziyu smiled and said, “Hopefully this snow will pass soon.”

In the room the two of them laughed.

However, this battle was snowy, but there was no way Jiang Ziyu was satisfied, in the capital, more and more people were sick, and Crown Prince Jiang Tu also fell ill.

This one day early morning.

Jiang Changsheng walked into Jiang Xiu in the palace, because he healed, Jiang Ziyu and the empress stood at the side, urgently watching.

“It’s just cold, good treatment.”

Jiang Changsheng opened his mouth to speak, giving Jiang Ziyu and the empress a sigh.

Jiang Ziyu gave the empress a look, the empress immediately took the palace maidens with her, waited for the big door to close, Jiang Ziyu took a step forward, and said in a low voice: “Father, you may or may not perform the divine point, because the Great Scene dispels the snow.”

Jiang Changsheng turned his head to look at him, showing a slightly surprised expression.

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Jiang Ziyu was stared at by him in his heart, carefully asking every inch: “Maybe it’s too much?”

Jiang Changsheng said angrily: “Don’t you feel too much?”

Jiang Ziyu laughed embarrassedly, faked a voice, and said: “Hey, I don’t know how long I want to last, I hope the people can bear it.”

Jiang Changsheng retracted his hand and said, “If it is a heavenly number, then it is natural.”

After saying that, he directly vanished in the same place, the window and door of the room were not opened, and he saw Jiang Ziyu looking at him and lamenting.

It’s really good.

My father is so powerful, I’m so incompetent.

Jiang Ziyu in his heart was sour, thinking of Jiang Xiu, his heart changed well, at least the other little prince inherited Jiang Changsheng.

Another party.

Jiang Changsheng appeared under the tree, he sat down in his seat, and asked in his heart:

“I want to know why you came up this time?”

【 need to consume 90000 valuable fire incense, whether or not to continue 】

Zero!

How expensive?

Was this the price that the First Continent martial artist brought?

Jiang Changsheng frowned, just in front of him, it was full of heavy snow, it was not aimed at The Great Scene, he heard the pilgrims talking, he heard that on the other hand, the dynasty also had snow.

. . .

Once in May, the last heavy snow is quiet, the sun sprinkles on the forty-nine continents above, the snow spring begins to disintegrate, summer is about to welcome.

This battle lasted more than half a year because the Great Jing brought losses that were difficult to estimate, the continents died countless times, the crops were also destroyed by more than half, even a lot of officials were prevented, it was said that Dong Lin was the same, Jiang Ziyu couldn’t help but order the front line to return to the capital.

He was afraid that the great army alone went deep into the Great Wilderness, the army logistics could not keep up, easily surrounded, but Peace himself was mortally wounded, needing time to heal.

Ping An was already back on the road, Jiang Ziyu and Yang Yao emperor came to the front line.

Not only the Great Landscape, the dynasties were also mortally wounded, all thinking of a way to restore it.

Long Khoi the pilgrims are also more and more, having experienced this, the people think that the blue sky is angry, so they come to burn incense, pray for mercy, on the other hand, Long Khoi quan has a fairy, perhaps can be blessed by him. Jiangshan is not Jiang Changsheng, so he is worried, Long Xiang has no problems, in the pavilion, the day is still the same.

This one day.

Jiang Changsheng’s eyes widened, his expression becoming deeply meaningful.

At the same time, the Western Gate.

The sea of people was dim, lined up into the city, in which a man carrying a pack of mail followed at a fake behind him, he was white, street-like, one side moving forward, the other looking around.

“Master, hey Jingcheng is not the same a, too temperamental, it’s just that this city wall, weizhou where the districts do not have a comparable city.”

In front of him, he was dressed in a blue robe, his white hair tied at the back of his head, and his right hand carrying a sword.

The fake blue robe replied, “The Great Jingcheng is not trivial.”

His gaze looked to the far side of Long Kaishan, Martial Feng, his gaze was cold.

It took half an hour for the two monks to successfully enter the city.

The student was extremely excited, and asked: “Master, are we going to find the locality first, is it still directly to go to Long Khoi?”

The old man said: “It’s early, let’s buy some instant food on Long Kai.”

“Good and good, I don’t know if I can see Dao Patriarch’s demeanor.”

The two monks finished speaking and walked into a dumpling shop, bought two dumpling cages, ate on one side, and walked towards Long Kai.

The student’s jaw bulged, curiously asked: “Master, you didn’t even tell me, why do you want to go to Long Kai?”

The two of them only knew for three months, it was a big snow covering the sky and mountains inside, the student was a little bit freezing, his aura was always very good, he met the fake old green robe, avoided the most life, later he accidentally discovered that the green robe of the old martial artist was very strong, then wrapped around the master, disturbed the demand, and finally succeeded.

“You won’t need to provoke a daoist? It is said that only gods have the status of a daoist.”

The student didn’t stop talking, basically not allowing the old man to continue.

The old man’s blue robe had become a habit he was sick with, nor was he angry.

The two of them entered the northern city gate, exited the city directly to Martial Feng, now that the northern city gate has become the martial arts expert, traders and others are not allowed to follow the northern city gate into the city, unless they follow Long Khoi down.

Stepping into Martial Feng stairs, the mountain is still snowy, not completely disintegrated, on the mountain road full of people, the student raised his head to look back, basically did not see the end.

“No tiger is the Great Holy Land, great qi!”

The student said, while talking, eating a dumpling.

The two monks followed the Changlong pilgrim up the mountain, time depending on the passing.

After two hours, the last two went up the mountain.

The student gasped and said, “Master, do you want to stay at Long Kai tonight, you have enough money.”

His family was rich, and though he was robbed once on the way, he hid a check on the soles of his shoes.

The old man’s blue robe ignored the birth letter, pulled out a secret copy from his chest, threw it to the student, then did not notice his surprised expression, took two steps forward, stood in front of Shanmen, and shouted in a high voice: “In Xia Sword Sect Qingxue, not a few thousand miles away, After dying vows to the hero’s grave!”

The student heard it, and was immediately dumbfounded.

He thought of the old man’s green robe capable of provoking the Dao Ancestor, but he felt unrealistic, not that any kind of person was qualified to provoke the Dao Ancestor.

The old man’s blue robe shouted loudly, echoing between the two mountains, shocking everyone looking at him, this aura was clearly not a mediocre martial artist.

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The number of disciples who followed Long Kai inside poured out, and many disciples even followed on the awning soaring forward, clearly displaying the Martial Dao Holy Land.

Ling Xiao followed in the line of disciples who walked over, evaluated Qing Tungzi, and asked: “At the foot can be the Divine Person, like no God Of Chi Jing, then leave.”

Qing Tungzi said calmly: “It is in Xia Chen, it will not smear the grave of the prestigious hero.”

As soon as the words were spoken, the pilgrims argued loudly, the letters agitated.

What a God!

The student’s smile suddenly stopped, he had just returned to the taste, this master wanted to die!

Currently, even daring to go to the battle of the martial arts master, the body is a great tribulation, thinking that before death, the hero’s grave is the best outcome, more or less the great master buried his body at the hero’s grave, more than ten years passed, The grave hero of the name spread far from the world, becoming many martial artists towards the gathering place.

The student hurriedly moved forward, admonishing: “Master, where do you think?”

Qing Tungzi’s face did not change: “I came here, it is because of this, the master has not had many years of life, you go back, as long as you are injured.”

Right at the Mausoleum of Xiao hesitated whether or not to go to Jiang Changsheng at the moment, the people shouted in horror, only to see Long Khoi heading towards one person, who was behind the price of wu, to Jiang Changsheng.

Good a set of manners!

Many of the first times they saw the Dao of Pilgrims were the same.

Jiang Changsheng stopped in the air and said, “Go up to a battle, to avoid hurting outsiders.”

Qing Tungzi did not stomp his feet, but showed the Divine Demeanor, step by step into the sky.

Jiang Changsheng glared at the student, matching the student’s confrontational gaze.

His heart was beating faster, what did he see?

Tao Tong smiled at him?

Are hallucinations?

The student unconsciously looked behind him, turned his head again, Jiang Changsheng and Qing Tungzi flew into the air, under the eyes of everyone facing him.

Qing Tungzi drew his sword, the sword light glittered between the two mountains, he stared at Jiang Changsheng, and said: “Dao Ancestor is really good, but today’s battle, in Xia will appear Sword Sect, look a little bit at Dao Ancestor under the hands of persevering moves.”

Jiang Changsheng smiled slightly and said: “The old man is looking, I will not kill Liu Chen, show that you are the strongest.”

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The spirit was depleted. The old era collapsed, leading to the demise of the prophet. Humans must adapt to a world without spirits.

From there the age of magic was born. The old era is hidden by the heads.

Then one day, the spirit spirit restored, the old era ruins with tens of thousands of years buried underground began to appear.

Is the Magician or The New Prophet the master of the new age?

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