Space-time plane crossing

Chapter 1582
The picture came directly to here, but suddenly disappeared, Yang Cong felt a little confused, and couldn't help looking at Xiao Chen who was on the side.

Xiao Chen smiled wryly, and said: "My 81st life is miserable enough, if you really want to read them all, you don't have so much time, so forget it here, brother, you have something to do, and I have something to do too. .”

Yang Cong pouted, turned and left without saying anything.

Afterwards, they came to the highest hall of the Emperor State.

Here, Yang Cong directly activated the power of heaven.

Three thousand incarnations are directly transformed into thousands of incarnations.

The subsequent tasks will be handed over to these avatars
"In the future, the maintenance tasks of the star world will be handed over to you."

"Yes, the deity"

Zhu Xian
The Qingyun Mountains are majestic and towering, like a tiger in the Central Plains. In the shade of the mountains there is a big river "Hongchuan", and Shanyang is an important town. Here is the "Heyang City", which is the throat of the world. The geographical location is very important.

Qingyun Mountain has a mountain range stretching for hundreds of miles, with undulating peaks and peaks, with seven peaks at the highest, soaring into the clouds. Usually, white clouds surround the mountainside, but the real face of the top of the mountain is never seen.

Qingyun Mountain is densely covered with mountains and forests, waterfalls and rocks, rare birds and animals, everything is there, and the scenery is dangerous and steep. It can be said that it is famous all over the world.

But the more famous one is on this mountain, and there is a sect of self-cultivation on this mountain - Qingyunmen.

Longshou Peak, one of the seven peaks of Qingyun Gate, suddenly heard a scream like a slaughtered pig from a room in the back of Longshou Peak, and the surrounding birds flew up in fright.

"Is there any mistake?! Is this a strange situation? Brother actually wore it, brother actually wore it." Yang Cong was speechless for a long time looking at the scene in front of him, with a very strange expression on his face.

As the pig's horn of this book, he will definitely not be entangled in the unexplainable problem of traveling through a hundred years, so Yang Cong calmed down quickly and began to search for the memory of this body.

This body is also called Yang Cong, an orphan picked up by Cangsong Taoist, but he has a special status on Longshou Peak. In my heart, I treat Taoist Cangsong like a lovely old father.

But speaking of it, although he taught the Dharma without accepting disciples, Yang Cong has a good talent. He has cultivated the Taiji Xuanqingdao to the peak of the Yuqing Realm, but no one knows about it, because he lives in the back mountain and usually does not know it. I can't go anywhere at all, I can only stay obediently.

"However, to be honest, he is much better than that Zhang Xiaofan." Yang Cong was very satisfied with his strength.

It was midnight at this time, but Yang Cong was too excited to sleep, so he simply got up and walked out of the room. He saw a bright moon hanging high in the sky like a wheel outside, with water-like moonlight pouring down. It was quiet and quiet, quite a bit. Fairy style.

"Anyway, it's boring, why don't you try this so-called fairy magic." Yang Cong felt itchy, closed his eyes and recalled, suddenly raised his hand and sucked the green steel sword in the room, and the long sword flew straight away as if it had been sensed. It came out and fell into Yang Cong's hands.

"Damn, I'm so handsome!" Yang Cong smiled triumphantly, and then threw the long sword into the air, making a tactic with one hand, and carrying it with the other. It would be great to have a few girls with nympho, but there is nothing, and it is very quiet.

Yang Cong thought with some regret in his heart, but his hands were unambiguous, and he pinched the magic formula repeatedly, and the long sword fluttered in the air flexibly and gracefully.

After Yang Cong played the Exorcism Jue for a while, Yang Cong wanted to see if he could fly with the sword. After all, Daoxuan Daoxuan, the best in the Qingyun Sect, also went to the Qing Dynasty. His strength at the peak of Yuqing should fly with the sword. not difficult.

Yang Cong controlled the green steel sword in the air, leaped lightly, and stood on the sword, but, at this but, he couldn't stand still, thumped, and fell to the street.

Yang Cong got up from the ground disheveledly, looked left and right, but fortunately no one was there, otherwise, he would have lost his face.

"Damn it, I really don't believe it!" Yang Cong felt ashamed, he was a pig's horn anyway, and strongly protested the author's behavior of making the pig's horn look like a foreign country, so he wanted to pretend.

So Yang Cong has a new mind this time, no longer for the sake of looking good, but steadfastly jumped on the long sword, spread his hands to control the balance, carefully controlled the long sword to fly slowly, and the long sword flew at a speed comparable to that of a snail. Speed ​​forward at a higher speed, shaking from side to side like a drunk driver.

"Oh, damn it! Hurry up, stop, hoo! I'm stupid!"

Yang Cong threw himself into the street again, this time directly hitting a tree, and died of embarrassment.

"Mistake, mistake, come again, I really don't believe in this evil, I must succeed."

Yang Cong got angry this time, leaped forward and mounted the long sword again, and controlled it very carefully. This time he didn't fly again, but turned around on the spot, because he didn't want to hit the tree again, and there were too many trees in the back mountain.

The bright moon was gradually sinking, the breeze carried away the gusts of wind, and a burst of exaggerated laughter destroyed the wonderful atmosphere.

"Hahaha, I'm such an idiot, I can finally fly with a sword!" Yang Cong stood there with a smirk, his shoulders shrugged, and the flying sword under his feet shook for a while, which instantly scared him into a cold sweat, and quickly curbed his mess. In his mind, the green steel sword stopped steadily in the air, and Yang Cong stood coquettishly on it, with his hands on his back, and a gust of wind blew up his clothes.

"Shuang, it's so handsome! Come on, let's go!" Yang Cong shouted softly, and with a thought, the green steel sword turned into a white light and flew forward. Yang Cong looked excitedly at the flying scenery under his feet and shouted loudly Said: "Cool!"

"Is this Hongqiao?" Yang Cong muttered to himself looking at the scene in front of him.

I saw a stone bridge rising across the sky, straight into the sea of ​​clouds, like a dragon soaring into the sky, majestic, Yang Cong's Yujian fell to the ground, and stepped on the Hongqiao, gusts of wind blew, making the clothes billowing.

Yang Cong Chinese people seem to have taken root on the ground, and the king of Ming is as immovable as a mountain, and then slowly walks across the Hongqiao, and there is a large hall directly in front of him, with the words "Yuqing Palace" written on it, the momentum is majestic, and it seems to be passed down from the Taoist verses. Come out, what a fairyland.

Next to the hall, there is a green pool, which is as flat as a mirror, and the bright moon above the sky reflects the bright and clear moonlight. This is the kennel of the water unicorn.

Looking at the water unicorn, Yang Cong made a big joke
"Hey, Lingzun, your old dog mother is calling you to go home and do your homework!" Yang Cong shouted towards the water pool.

Huh. No response.

"Lingzun, something is wrong, it's thundering and raining, go home and collect your clothes!"

Why is there still no response. . .

"Your sister! Get out of here!"

Mom sells batches, and this time there is finally a reaction.

(End of this chapter)