Hong Huang: Sign In From The Willow

"Never mind, let go!"

Liu Ming waved helplessly.

"Don't let go! Unless the master is willing to accept me."

Mo Qilin looks like a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water.

"I promise you so."

Liu Ming almost squeezed these words from his teeth.

It is said that the Qilin family are arrogant by nature, but why didn't he see the slightest?

"I don't believe it?" Mo Qilin was overjoyed, then shook his head.

The prehistoric cultivator has deep routines, like the previous Bodhi Daoist, and it doesn’t have to be much to cheat the evergreen of Bodhi Daoist!

After a lesson, Mo Qilin has learned a lot.

Liu Ming said proudly: "The deity never bothers to lie!"

"Then why didn't you show your true colors before?" Mo Qilin looked suspicious.

Liu Ming's old face was dark. If he were not grateful for the Xiantian Lingbao given to him by this fat Qilin, he would really want to find a pot to stew it and eat meat.

Seeing Liu Ming's uncomfortable complexion, Mo Qilin hurriedly got up, emitting a crystal light on his forehead.

This was his fate and soul, and it was now in Liu Ming's hands.

As long as the primordial beings, once the life and soul are in the hands of others, life and death are between their thoughts.

Taking the initiative to hand over his own life and soul, Mo Qilin made up his mind to be a mount for Liu Ming.

Liu Ming reluctantly took over the hazy light ball.

A word of comfort in my heart.

The mounts don’t have to be too smart.

He sighed secretly: "My life is so free, your Cultivation Base is too low at the moment, and I don't need you to stay with me all the time.

But since you mount for me, I only have two requirements. "

Listen! Listen!

You can have a holiday when you are a mount!

Can you get worse with such a person?

Mo Qilin's eyes lighted up, and he hurriedly said, "Master, please tell me!"

Liu Ming said sternly: "First, I changed my real name to Liu Ming. You can't say anything about the Dao name in Wanqing.

Second, when you go out in the future, keep your mind bright, don't be stewed by others without knowing it.

The previous Bodhi Daoist was the benevolent corpse of the Western Zhunti Daoist. He also had a senior brother called Jiuying, who was always known for his shamelessness.

What their brothers like most is a creature like you. "

After hearing the second point, Mo Qilin's expression suddenly became very resentful.

Liu Ming's eyes didn't make any waves. Today, he must give this fat Qilin a wake-up call.

Otherwise, with his IQ, if he is introduced to the future, he will have a lot of fun!

On the way, Liu Ming learned that this Mo Qilin was named Mo Lin, and he was the young master of the Qilin clan, and he was also the most talented existence in this generation.

Only after the Dragon and Han catastrophe, the Xiantian tribes gradually declined.

Among them, the Qilin clan was the most miserable. Not only did it surrender the mountain, but because of its auspicious aura, it became the first choice for cultivator mounts.

It was precisely because of this that Mo Lin didn't have much dislike for being Liu Ming's mount, instead he thought he was hugging a thigh and was very happy.

After walking for a while, Liu Ming stopped and said to Mo Lin:

"Mo Lin, I have something important to go to the East China Sea, you don't have to go with me!"

"what!?"

Mo Lin was taken aback. Obviously, he didn't expect Liu Ming's destination to be the Dragon Clan.

As a member of the Qilin clan, he naturally has no liking for the dragon clan.

During the Longhan Period, the three clans fought dimly in order to compete for the position of the protagonist of the heaven and the earth.

The dragon clan is the most overbearing among the three clans, and they are also the race that provoked wars on their own initiative.

Liu Ming's two fingers flashed, and it touched Mo Qilin's eyebrows.

"This is the place where our Taoist place is. Go back and take good care of it until you return to this seat."

Mo Qilin solemnly responded, and then his gaze towards Liu Ming stopped talking.

Liu Ming was taken aback, and asked, "What else is there? You will be under the jurisdiction of the Dragon Race soon, you don't need to go with me."

Mo Qilin hesitated for a moment and then said: "Master, those Dragon Clan guys are sinister and cunning, I am worried that you will suffer.

Unlike my Qilin clan, there may be a lot of back players in the dragon clan. "

Liu Ming waved his hand indifferently: "What did I think it was? Don't worry, if I want to leave, few people in this world can keep me?"

After returning to Kunlun Mountain from Zixiao Palace, he took advantage of Hongjun's preaching opportunity to break through the Cultivation Base to the middle stage of Daluo Jinxian.

Coupled with a body comparable to an ancestral witch, even the deity of Zhunti could not be pleased.

Looking at his gentleman's face, Mo Qilin's admiration is even greater.

In terms of strength alone, among the three ancient tribes, the strength of the dragon is ranked first.

It stopped speaking at the moment, and drove a black light, rushing in the direction indicated in its mind.

Liu Ming looked at his back and gave a chuckle.

The coordinates he gave were not the Kunlun mountain, but the nameless mountain when he was transformed into a wilderness.

Primitive didn't like Yaozu, he didn't want to touch the brow of the second uncle.

At least the relationship between Sanqing is pretty good now.

But the East China Sea is so big, where should I look for it?

Another problem lingered in Liu Ming's mind.

If it releases divine consciousness, it is likely to be detected by the old monsters in the dragon clan, and it will cause unnecessary trouble at that time.

Although Liu Ming is not afraid, it is better to do less than to do more.

Over the years, a strange feeling suddenly rose in his heart.

He pondered for a moment, and the clouds and mist moved towards the distant mountains.

Immediately he pulled the head of the cloud away and saw the scene there.

There was a roar from the mountains, and ripples of energy spread out.

The fierce beast roared, shaking the space, Wanmu swayed, chaotic leaves rustling.

I saw a black and gold true dragon with a length of about several thousand feet and a water tank, facing three powerful figures.

The black dragon roared, and boundless flames emerged from the huge dragon eyes, and he roared:

"Is the people of the Ten Thousand Immortal Alliance so shameless? My father and the emperor have promised to give you a reply in three days. Why should I intercept this prince here?"

The white-clothed fluttering among the three, the young-looking old man smiled and said:

"Prince Ao Kun is serious. This time, Lao Dao just wants you to go to Zifu Island with you to taste the ancient tea that enlightened Dao."

But in his heart he was sneering to himself.

The Donghai Dragon King is very cunning. If you don't keep an eye on it, I'm afraid that their group will be eaten to the point that there are no bones left.

Ao Kun's face was ugly, he flicked his tail, and the dragon's tail swept towards the three figures with Wan Jun's great strength.

Along the way, several large mountains collapsed, billowing thick smoke covering the sky, obstructing the view of the three people on the opposite side.

After doing all this, he swept straight towards the East China Sea at a limit speed.

He is only the middle stage of Taiyi Golden Immortal, and the Cultivation Base of any of the three opposite people is not weaker than him, and the white robe is even the Daluo Golden Immortal.

If he doesn't run away, he will definitely be caught by the opposite side and become a bargaining chip for the Ten Thousand Immortals League to threaten the dragon clan.

"The prince doesn't seem to want to give this face to Poor Dao anymore."

The white-robed old man sneered to himself, and pointed out.

A blue light burst out, tore through the thick smoke, and hit the black dragon's body.

The black dragon screamed, the scales shattered, and blood flew across.

The huge body also fell from high altitude and hit the ground heavily.

At the same time, a fierce light flashed in the eyes of the other two figures of the Wanxian League, and with a wave of their sleeves, the two chains shot out towards Ao Kun.

Looking at the approaching chains, a trace of unwillingness and despair flashed in the eyes of the black dragon.

This predicament, after all, is not the era when his dragon race dominates!

Liu Ming has weird eyes, is this fat dragon my chance?

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