Fantasy: The Heavenly Dao revolves around me

It seemed like it just happened overnight.
The news that the Son of Chongxiao was going to pay tribute to the three great dynasties and six great families, quietly spread throughout the entire Zhongruo Continent.
Everyone was paying attention to this for a while.
As the only cultivation holy land on the Zhongruo Continent, every move of the Chongxiao Holy Land attracts the attention of countless people.
Among them, the contemporary Chongxiao Saint Son is the most eye-catching existence.
Although he was young, when he first appeared on the scene, he directly killed Liu Jia Tianjiao, who was at the peak of Condensation Realm, with his cultivation in the early stage of Condensation Realm. It continued to rise until the Mysterious Plastic Realm opened half a year ago, and it even entered the level of the Profound Profound Realm.
This talent is so terrifying that it makes people feel absurd.
Because cultivation is an accumulation process.
Even if the Chongxiao Holy Land had the most treasures of heaven and earth on the Zhongruo Continent and possessed the most powerful alchemist, it would never have been possible to push the ten-year-old Chongxiao Holy Son to such a terrifying level with resources.
15 Therefore, it is certain that the contemporary holy son of the Chongxiao Holy Land, even in the ancient times, must be as bright as a shining sun.
And not only that, it is rumored that the appearance of Holy Son Chongxiao has reached a level above his talent, and even just a glance can make people feel extravagant…
Such a perfect existence is like a fantasy.
Some people yearn for it; some people disdain it;
Some people are looking forward to it, and some people are secretly jealous…
Anyway, the Holy Son’s parade in Chongxiao Holy Land has attracted the attention of all parties before it started.
“I’ll go too.”
Under the Holy Land
The entrance to the Holy Land was always quiet, but it seemed a bit lively at the moment.
There is a noble carriage on the ground.
The little saint and his aunt Gu Shiyun were sitting in the chariot. The second elder of the Holy Land, Yu Qingyue Yurong, sat on the side quietly. Outside the chariot, Mu Changqing naturally sat in the driver’s seat.
The sound that suddenly sounded seemed to fall from the sky.
Ripples appeared in the sky, and under the astonished gazes of Yu Qingyue and Mu Changqing, a figure of a puppet appeared in the field of vision of several people.
Holy Land Great Elder, Cang…
He looked like a puppet made of ordinary wood, with no face and no gender.
“Senior Cang?”
Yu Qingyue looked at the puppet with a reserved and elegant gaze, and there was a little hesitation on her face.
She called Elder Cang the same senior as Mu Changqing, because she and Jiang Jiuge were not of the same generation.
“[Boundless Palace] I’ll let the main body watch, it won’t get in the way.”
“…”
“It’s been boring. I want to go out and have a look.”
“…”
“Your strength has not recovered, and Mu Changqing is only in the Nirvana Realm. To be honest, it is not enough.”
When the doll moves, it makes a clicking sound.
Yu Qingyue seemed a little silent, and she didn’t know if she was speechless… To be honest, because Elder Cang always onlyThe reason for staying in Wuya Hall was that she didn’t know much about the other party.
But there is one thing that the other party is right.
She who took away Liu Anran’s body, now has ten strengths. Although it is far better than Nirvana, it is indeed too dangerous if she encounters a god-shaping powerhouse.
Although the god-shaping ancestors of those forces are quite good at protecting themselves, but after all, a gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall, and the Holy Son’s parade is quite special, so it is better to be careful.
But there is a problem,
“What about Senior Qinglong?”
Yu Qingyue asked.
Qinglong refers to the real dragon in the Holy Land, which is also in the God-Shaping Realm, and this chariot was originally intended to be pulled by the other party—Qinglong didn’t care about it.
“It’s too high-profile, it’s not right.”
Cang said so, the doll’s body has come to the driving position, and he even waved Mu Changqing down.
Thinking of the pot of tea Cang had prepared for him when he was waiting outside the Wuya Hall that day, Mu Changqing could only smile bitterly.
And Yu Qingyue had nothing to say.
Cang immediately drove the chariot.
Slowly, the chariot started to move, and gradually walked out of the Holy Land and came to the outside area.
At this time, the weather was clear and the sky was blue, but the air in summer was a little sultry.
“It should rain a little today.”
Cang said in a low voice.
The left arm of the puppet he raised turned into a rattle at this time, and when the arm was gently shaken, the pendulum of the rattle landed on the drum surface and made a small noise.
Rain clouds quickly gathered in the sky, and thunder was released.
Although Cang’s every move showed no sign of using his spiritual power, after he shook the rattle, it did start to rain in the sky.
The rain was not heavy, but it was accompanied by thunder.
When the chariot gradually increased its speed and directly left the Holy Land behind through the rain curtain, maybe it felt that there should be some wind, so Cang’s puppet arm turned into a windmill again. .
After the chariot speeded up, there was no bump in the whole journey, and it was not affected by the rain.
But looking at the rain outside, Little Saint Child seemed to be in a very good mood.
“Will Jing’er be nervous?” Gu Shiyun asked softly.
“No.”
He replied with a chuckle.
Seeing his happy appearance, the beautiful woman seemed relieved, so she smiled softly.
hiss… hiss
Suddenly, his arm felt a little cold. Fang Mingjing looked up and saw a black snake inside his sleeve, hissing snake letters.
This is the evil god. .