Chapter 1 Sloppy Old Man

On the back of the wings, Mesomea smiled and cut, and her beautiful eyes flowed. Looking at the 'Yu Linglong' flying around her, the love in her heart was unparalleled.

Kowloon gently hugged Mesomea's shoulder and looked at his beloved happy and laughed together. Jiulong's life was free to make achievements or dominate the world. I hope that the two will be happy and spend time together. This life is enough.

However, God is unfair to himself. His body is shrouded in thousands of puzzles. A universe of mystery has long been waiting for him. Weakness, escape and avoidance of return will make him fall into hell. He can't live and die by himself. Only by having strong strength and enjoying a huge power can he stand on heaven and earth. How sad life is!

The speed of the wings is extremely fast. In a blink of an eye, they crossed countless mountain peaks and looked down at the sky. Nalan Ji Yantai led the Flying Eagle Team to dive and sometimes travel. All kinds of air battle arrays continued to evolve one after another. When they dive down, the earth trembled, and a group of war beasts were hunted. As soon as they flew to the sky, the wind rose. Surging, the formation changes in an instant, and a murderous atmosphere is invisibly permeated.

In the mountains, 500 Molin cavalry moved forward quickly, and the speed did not fly under the eagle team at all. Every time they met a lone warcraft, they only needed a brother to come forward. The majesty of the ninth-level magic fighter, coupled with the charge trampling of the eighth-level Molin horse, only one round, they died immediately. It's really a man!

If you encounter a group of warcraft, whether it is a seven-level warcraft or an eight-level warcraft, a charge, it will be slaughtered. If there is a lucky escape, it will shake like a lost dog, shake its head and abandon its tail, and flee crazily.

Kowloon slowly closed his eyes. Now he is a nine-level strongman. The mainland is full of heroes competing in the world. The powerful force is the backing, and the powerful strength is a sharp gun. Both are indispensable. The ten-level strong man was originally a rare old man in a hundred years, but at this time they are ready to move and appear one after another to appear in this turmoil. In this era, there was a storm, galloping with the world and seizing countless resources.

Achieving a ten-level strong man is the urgent priority of Kowloon. But cultivation is not a day, and he still understands that he can't achieve it quickly. Fortunately, due to his own adventures, "Dilong Road" is even more unfathomable. In the stage of 'practicing qi into gods', he only needs to devour his spiritual power and strengthen the spiritual original fetus to reach the top. Feng, how to break through the stage of practicing the gasification god, is puzzled by Jiulong.

In the Dragon Road, there are six layers, which are divided into six layers, including refining qi, qi transformation, refining gods and void, refining virtual Taoism, Taoism and nature, and the unity of heaven and man. Now Jiulong is only at the peak of the second stage of 'practicing gasification god'.

Thinking of the realm in "Dilong Road", a feeling of being close to the world arises spontaneously. It is easy to practice qi and turn into gods, but how to refine gods! In a trance, the Kowloon spiritual platform was empty and enlightened. Once there was an epiphany, it was better than ten years of hard practice. I couldn't help laughing loudly and sweating profusely.

"So, after transforming into a god, it is refining the god. In the final analysis, it is to cultivate the spiritual original fetus and bring it back to life and have independent thoughts. No wonder the spiritual original fetus is lifeless, but it is lifeless, and the eyes can never be opened!"

All the way through the clouds and fog, when Jiulong figured out how to practice, the wings had crossed the Ars Mountains and crossed a large area of mountains. The earth was flat, flat, lush vegetation, and sometimes idyllic, farmers were self-reliant, harmonious and beautiful.

After a while, they came to a hilly area. At this moment, it was getting late, the sunset slowly fell into the sky, and the night came quietly. Jiulong and others immediately landed, and the Flying Eagle Team and the Molin cavalry also closed together. They set up a simple tent. The bonfire slowly rose, and wisps of green smoke curled up.

I have used some Warcraft barbecue and self-made delicious wine, and the Flying Eagle Corps and Molin cavalry also went to rest separately! Kowloon and Mesomea have a separate small tent, and Euro Tatison and Salina have a small tent. Pablo stands guarded. With the cultivation of his late ten-level warriors, even a small ant can't get close to Kowloon and others.

In the dead of night, Mesomea has fallen asleep, and there is a sound of even breathing. Kowloon has not fallen asleep. He has reached his level and has no need to rest. He only needs to meditate for a moment, and he will be energetic all day long, not to mention that he has slept for a long.

Kowloon slowly opened his eyes and looked at Mesomea's beautiful face. He kissed her lovingly and covered the sheets for her. Jiulong slowly got up and turned around. Suddenly, there was a sound. Jiulong was shocked and quickly gazed at the place where the sound was made.

What shocked Jiulong was that he saw an old man withered and blue clothes. His face was wrinkled, old, and his white hair was abnormally messy, like a bird's nest, wearing a tattered robe, revealing a large area of dirty and dry skin.

At this moment, he held a beast leg meat in his hands, eating directly, and his mouth was full of oil. He turned a blind eye to Kowloon and Mesomea. Kowloon looked at the old man in horror and was very surprised. He quickly asked Pablo, but Pablo stood at the door, but he was unaware of it.

Kowloon concluded that the old man's cultivation was unfathomable and was not a realm that he could understand at all, otherwise it would not have been possible for him to take advantage of it, and even Pablo did not find it.

The old man didn't look up, but still ate and said vaguely, "Kid, don't panic. I'm hungry today. I'll borrow your food to add to my stomach. I'll leave when I'm full!"

"Uh...!" Jiulong was stunned and hurried forward and said with a difficult face, "Old man, the boy is polite. Why is the old man here so late at night? Isn't this to scare me and my beloved wife to death?"

"Hmm?" The old man took away the leg meat in his hand, turned his head slightly, chewed it, rolled his eyes, and said casually, "Kid, you sleep. When did I disturb you when I eat my own food? You were shocked. What's wrong with me?"

"Uh!" Jiulong concluded again. He slowly turned his head, looked at his still sleeping wife, and touched his head awkwardly, but thought about how the two of them rested and were sitting next to him eating for no reason, but when he thought about it, he could bypass Pablo and his own spirit and sat here unconsciously. This man was serious. He was a strange man and did not dare to get angry. He said, "Old man, if you always want to eat, I will personally light a bonfire for you and bake some fresh meat!" Why don't I wake up my wife and let her barbecue for you? Her craftsmanship is very good, and I guarantee you will have a good meal!"

"Is this true?" When the sloppy old man heard this, he was immediately excited. He quickly left his legs and looked at Jiulong expectantly, and then looked at Mesomea. He stood up and jumped excitedly, "Okay! OK! Old man, I have taken it!"

Kowloon suddenly saw the sloppy old man stand up, and his speed was like a phantom, Kowloon. I didn't see how he stood up here at all, but looking at the old man's lively appearance, he really felt a sense of rejuvenation. The old man's cultivation must be extremely high, but his temperament is stubborn and no different from that of a child.

At this time, Mesomea woke up with a warning. It was Jiulong who chatted with the old man and woke up. Originally, Methomea's spirit was also very strong. Although she was physically tired, she was in good spirits. She was sleepy and stretched out her jade arms, but did not touch Jiulong beside her. She immediately opened her eyes and saw a small tent. The old man jumped like a monkey and couldn't make a sound. Jiulong opened his eyes and looked at it at a loss.

Mesomea shouted, thinking it was a ghost. She staggered out of bed, hugged Jiulong's back, and her voice trembled a little, "Brother Jiulong..., what is he? Why... is he like a ghost!"

"Hmm?" The old man suddenly turned his head and looked at Mesomea with an angry face, "Who is like a ghost? I'm a living person. How can you talk upside down and scold me like a ghost!"

Kowloon quickly held Mesomea in his arms and gently comforted him. Then he smiled and looked at the old man and said kindly, "Old man, my wife is timid. Please forgive me. Since we are all awake, we will prepare food for you. What do you think?"

"Ha! Ha! OK! OK! OK!" As soon as the old man heard the word 'eat', his face was full of smiles. The anger just now had already flown out of the sky. Suddenly, he brushed and his body shuttled out of thin air. Before Jiulong found out what happened, Methomea had been captured by him, and Jiulong suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

But seeing that the old man did not hurt Mesomea, he just looked at it carefully, his face was full of joy, and he jumped and said, "Little girl, is your cooking delicious? Well, if I am satisfied, it will be fun for the old man to take you to a place!"

Sur Survively, Mesomia was not afraid, and she looked comfortable and behaved steadily. Looking at Jiulong was inexplicably, Mesomea smiled gently and asked slowly, "Old man, will you take me there to play?"

"Hm!" The old man pretended to think for a moment and said, "It's a mountaintop, not too far from here. Every night, it will shine golden light. It's so beautiful!"