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Chapter 213 212. Peaceful Endurance, Black Dragon Shadow Play (7.3K words - long chapter, please subscribe)
Tingsongya Soul Threshold entrance.

Song Yan's eyes turned cold.

"If you say it's over, then it's over?"

Boom!
He took a step forward, pierced through the entrance to the Soul Threshold with a loud bang, and chased after it.

The Wuxiang Ancestor fled like crazy, and a thick blood mist rose from his flesh and blood body. This was the self-ignition of his blood essence, just to escape the pursuit of the people behind him. And one precious treasure after another was thrown behind him without paying.

The overwhelming energy hit him in various ways, but Song Yan did not slow down. He flicked his hands to the left and right, and moved the many treasures away, smashing them into the tumor secret realm next to him, causing a huge uproar.

These "waves" were mixed with causal attacks and turbulent profound energy. If a young Purple Mansion disciple were here, he would be like an ant caught in a tsunami.

But whenever these forces touched Song Yan's body, the small heavenly characters that automatically emerged from the surface of his body would dispel these attacks.

One man and one dragon, one chasing and one fleeing.

Escape madly and chase fiercely.

In this pursuit, Song Yan's thoughts drifted away for a moment. That was when he first entered the soul threshold of the King of Hell. Every step was difficult and on thin ice, and he had to risk his life at every step. Now he has reached this level step by step. Looking back, he has countless emotions in his heart.

But the heights that we once looked up to are no longer a carefree paradise. A person walking in the dark with a lantern is traveling far in search of light, but traveling far will not allow him to find light. All he can find is more and more darkness.

Because of this, he would not miss any opportunity to become stronger, but he also needed to be vigilant at all times.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh~~
Whoosh whoosh whoosh~~
Two beams of light pierced through the soul threshold extremely quickly.

When the Wuxiang Ancestor saw the fierce person chasing him, his mind started to race.

He could roughly guess what kind of powerful person Song Yanding was the reincarnation of, probably a powerful person above the 4th level of Xiuxuan realm.

But in his impression, Song Yan was a lone fighter, otherwise he wouldn't have needed to rely on the Wuxiang Ancient Clan. As for the Shanhai Monster Clan and the Kuhai Buddhist Sect, he didn't seem to rely on them. Vilanpo was hunting him down everywhere, and the Nine-Child Demon Mother was messing with him like crazy.
The Wuxiang Ancestor thought in his heart: "If it is really a fight of thoughts, I may not be weaker than him, but he has a strong physique comparable to that of a corpse goblin. If a real fight breaks out, my body will be blown up by him before my thoughts can even enter his soul.

But Song Yan is a lone wolf. No matter how strong a lone wolf is, he can be suppressed by force! I am not alone. I have the Bitter Sea Dragon Clan behind me. I will use the Dragon Clan to crush him to death.'

Thinking of this, the devil's unique thoughts were instantly transmitted to the depths of the sea of ​​suffering.

"Help me!"

In the corrupt thought layer of the bitter sea, huge black shadows suddenly opened their eyes, and then followed their thoughts to go somewhere.

After the Wuxiang Ancestor made the arrangements, he had a plan in mind, but at this moment he suddenly felt that the monster chasing him behind him had sped up again. He scanned it with his spiritual sense and almost jumped up in fright.

How do you think that is?

It was now burning its blood and essence, and fleeing at all costs, and only then had it managed to pull off a draw.

But the monster behind it also began to burn its blood and essence, which instantly shortened the distance between the two.

The formless ancestor felt a chill all over his body, and his lantern-like dragon pupils swept towards the entrance to the next tumor realm that was right in front of him. Suddenly, a fierce look flashed across his eyes, and his dragon claws moved slightly. He looked at the dense blood flag in his hand reluctantly, and suddenly his claws and fingers moved together, triggering all the forbidden powers on the blood flag in an instant.

The next moment, the dragon bone blood flag had already fallen to the ground, and a world composed of evil spirits suddenly expanded, but the formless ancestor "whoosh" rushed into the next secret realm before it expanded completely.

The blood flag contained his savings over the years. Originally, these savings were intended for future sacrifices to summon more Bitter Sea Dragons to devour the end of the world together. But now, he was forced to use them in advance and had to self-destruct all of these savings in order to stop the monster.

He had made a lot of calculations and never looked down on anyone, but Song Yan was like an extremely terrifying variable, silent and without any sign, but once he jumped out, he would completely overturn his plan.

"As long as the green mountains remain, there will be no shortage of firewood. It's just a dragon bone blood flag. If it's gone, it's gone." The heart of the Wuxiang Ancestor was bleeding, but the speed did not stop.

He passed through the tumor realm where heavy rain was falling, and all the karma on his body was directly exploded by his powerful spiritual power and turned into misty smoke.

Just when he was about to leave this rain-like tumor realm, he suddenly felt ripples at the entrance of this rain-like tumor realm.

The Wuxiang Ancestor swept his spiritual consciousness and saw a young man with loose black hair, dancing like water plants and raging black fire, and the dragon bone blood flag that belonged to him was already in the young man's hand.

It was obvious that his dragon bone blood flag had been refined by the other party.

The Wuxiang Ancestor roared: "Why force us to this point?!"

Song Yan replied: "Is there any point in saying this now?"

The Wuxiang Ancestor said angrily: "Do you really want to be the enemy of my Bitter Sea Dragon Clan?"

Song Yan said, "Don't talk about the dragon clan. I just want to ask you, do you really think that if I don't come in, the cause and effect will be resolved? You are going to use something that you use to trick three-year-olds to trick me?"

The anger on Wuxiang Ancestor's face disappeared, and then a strange look appeared on his face. He laughed twice and said, "If we are not friends, we are enemies. I am really restless because you are thinking about me. This cause and effect cannot be concluded. I think you are the same. I just think you have some feelings, so I test you. What if you really believe it?"

After saying that, it showed a fierce look in its eyes and snorted coldly: "If you have the guts, keep chasing me, I will make you regret it!"

After saying this cruel word, the Wuxiang Ancestor rushed into the next secret realm without looking back.

Song Yan was stunned for a moment and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Make it real and make it virtual, make it virtual and make it real.
Where is the word "honesty" in the devil's dictionary?
A man and a dragon, after chasing and fleeing, have arrived at the end of the tumor realm.

It was snowing heavily, and ahead was the birthplace of the "Shabao" area that connected to the Sea of ​​Bitterness.

The Wuxiang Ancestor went in without looking back.

Once inside, I saw a black heart hanging in the air. The wild beating sounds of it indicated that the underworld creatures inside were still struggling, and the heaven and earth were trying their best to digest it.

In the hole that connects the black heart to the sea of ​​suffering, one can vaguely see the waves of the sea of ​​suffering, the ups and downs of the gray water, and various faces in each drop of water. Behind the expression of each face may be the most unforgettable memory of someone's life.

But under this drop of infinite obsession, there are three magic dragons lurking quietly. They cannot escape from the sea of ​​suffering due to lack of sacrifice. However, at the end of this tumor realm, as long as the target is close enough to the connection point of the sea of ​​suffering, they can still take action.

The three dragons looked at the fleeing Wuxiang Ancestor, and the giant crimson dragon in the lead showed a look of surprise, saying, "Fourth brother, you are already in such a mess, why don't you hurry up and offer a sacrifice so that we can be born?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the giant dragon next to him, which was filled with dark green aura, laughed charmingly like a silver bell and taunted him, "You are the youngest and the weakest, so you are the easiest to merge with Tang Changsheng. Your brothers and sisters love you, so they let you take action. But after so many years, what have you done?"

Another dark dragon said in a muffled voice: "Not only has it not been completed, but now we are being chased to the edge of the sea of ​​suffering."

The Wuxiang Ancestor smiled bitterly and sighed, "Everything had been arranged properly, but this variable suddenly appeared.

My dragon bone blood flag and my savings of many years were taken away by that person.

But that man's physique, mind, and soul are all strong. I suspect that he is the reincarnation of a powerful being from a higher world!

Brother, if you can take his body, this world will completely become a dining table for our dragon clan!
And you, big brother, can occupy his body for a long time and enter the next world together, without having to go through the sea of ​​suffering and experience the long and uncertain migration of deep-sea currents, nor do you have to endure the torment of not being able to receive sacrifices and be unable to leave the world after arriving in the next world."

The red dragon floated up and down in the waves. Hearing this, he said faintly, "Then I am looking forward to the body you bring with you, little brother."

Suddenly, its eyes rolled around, and its dragon claws impatiently touched the waves of the bitter sea, saying, "Quiet, he's coming."

All of a sudden, all three dragons hid under the waves of the Sea of ​​Bitterness, while the Wuxiang Ancestor pretended to be frightened and stepped back, pretending that he was ready to escape to the Sea of ​​Bitterness at any time.

At the entrance at the end of the Soul Threshold, ten huge fingers suddenly appeared. The fingers suddenly tore to both sides, tearing a gap in the entrance, and then a black shadow swept in from outside.

The Wuxiang Ancestor said: "Are you done yet?"

As soon as he finished speaking and said the word "finished", he saw a crow shadow puppet with its wings flapping.

He looked at the crow carefully.

It seems to be a small demon beast at the level of Crimson Palace?

The air was extremely quiet for a moment.

The Wuxiang Ancestor looked at the little crow in astonishment, his mind going blank.

this.
The little crow shadow puppet suddenly spoke up and said with a smile: "Oh, the ambush is good."

The black dragon in the sea of ​​suffering was shocked and asked, "How did he know?"

The red dragon was too lazy to answer, so the green dragon replied, "He doesn't know. He's deceiving dragons like you."

The crow puppet fell to the ground, and its tiny claws moved step by step. It raised its head and looked at the Yin Yang Dragon in the distance and said, "Actually, you are not a Yin Yang Dragon, but a half-black and half-white mixed-hair dragon, right?"

The Wuxiang Ancestor asked, "You came here just to tell me this?"

The crow puppet lifted its wings and shook them, saying, "Of course not. You already said 'we are the Bitter Sea Dragon Clan', how dare I rush in so easily? After thinking about it, you might just be a mixed-hair demon dragon, and your status in the Bitter Sea Dragon Clan is not high. So, I want to come in and see if it's true."

The formless ancestor clenched his five fingers.

The power of the void crushed over, and the crow shadow puppet exploded instantly.

Outside the door of the last secret realm, Song Yan stood quietly in the snow.

He had been ambushed by the Nine-Child Demon Mother at the end of the Tumor Realm, and now he had realized that the Bitter Sea Dragon Clan was difficult to deal with. Coupled with the book "Law of Dragon Burial", he became even more alert.

There are no coincidences in this world!
If so, don't take any chances!
Whenever there is a coincidence, there must be some ulterior motive behind it, which is hard to predict and explain.

"The Law of Dragon Burial" was definitely not given to him by Tianzun Shanshi in his last moment of consciousness, but was given to him by the Master of Heaven and Earth after he regained control of Tianzun Shanshi.

"The Law of Dragon Burial", this martial arts method that suddenly came into his hands, now seems to have various hidden meanings.

First, this was an open conspiracy and a token of surrender, asking him to kill the black and white dragon. He had made enemies with the dragon clan, so if he killed the dragon clan, he would be his own.

Secondly, this is a lure. Since you can use the "Law of Dragon Burial" to reach the Ancient God Infant realm so easily, then why would you not want to kill the dragon and go one step further?
Thirdly, this is a threat. The Lord of Heaven and Earth not only shows him the power of "The Law of Dragon Burial", but also tells him "If I can help you pass the Ancient God Infant realm with such a simple method, it will allow more people to pass the Ancient God Infant realm."

But is this "Law of Dragon Burial" really that easy to practice?

What will happen in the end?

Song Yan didn't need to look at anything else. Just by looking at the fact that the Ancient Heavenly Venerable figured out the "Corpse Beheading Method" himself, and then chopped himself off with three quick sword strikes, he would know that the ending was not a good one.

If you want to make people lose everything and become penniless, you have to give them something sweet first. I have to say that the method of "Ancient God Infant Breakthrough" given to him by "The Law of Dragon Burial" is really sweet.

Song Yan stood in the snow for a while, then suddenly raised his hand. A shadow puppet crow flew out again and landed on his shoulder.

He took a step forward, tore open the entrance to the secret realm with his ten fingers, and sent the shadow puppet crow in.

The crow flapped its wings, looked at the Wuxiang Ancestor standing in the huge "black heart", opened its mouth and said: "I thought about it carefully, this matter really has nothing to do with me. I am not interested in you either. At the beginning, you designed it only based on my weakness, and I actually got a lot of benefits. Now everyone is in a dilemma, so let's just settle the cause and effect."

After saying this, the crow shook its wings and made a farewell gesture. Then, without waiting for the Wuxiang Ancestor to respond, the crow exploded on its own and turned into pieces of skin that slowly floated to the ground.

The Wuxiang Ancestor looked into the distance sinisterly, and he treated it as a crow farting.

Song Yan turned and left, heading outside the Soul Threshold. As for Qiu Baiwei, who was hiding somewhere unknown, he had no intention of looking for him.

He wants to kill the ancestor of Wuxiang.

But he is not worthy of the knife of the Master of Heaven and Earth.

After leaving Soul Threshold, he looked into the distance. From Wang Susu and others, he had already known that the ancestral lineage of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan was nearby.

In this case, the monk can run away but the temple cannot. If the Wuxiang Ancestor wants to take away his secret realm, he will have to come and take it.

Song Yan relaxed his spiritual awareness a little, and saw a dying young man from the ancient Wuxiang tribe in a dense forest. He looked at the young man, and when he died, his appearance changed. He did not use "transformation", but simply used the method of Wuxiang to transform into the appearance of the young man.

brush!
The ghost mask was revealed, and the face inside it was changing rapidly, and the body shape changed accordingly, until it completely transformed into the appearance of a calm middle-aged man.

Tang Changsheng took the dead monk's robes and treasures, searched his memory with ease, and then comprehended his skills. Then he transformed himself into the monk he had just killed.

This cultivator is Xin Wudang, a cultivator from the Chiyan Sword Pavilion, one of the thirteen sects of the Biluo Mountain Sword Alliance.

His realm is the middle stage of Divine Infant, and his identity is the elder of the nearby Chiyan Sword House branch.

During this period, he had a heavy workload, mainly providing rear-end support for the monks heading to Tingsong Cliff Soul Threshold, and at the same time providing a transit place for the Sword Alliance spies wandering outside.

Today, he had just been practicing hard in a blessed place when he encountered a mysterious powerful man and was quickly defeated.

Tang Changsheng soon changed into his appearance and identity. Tang Changsheng knew that the truth would come out soon, and the news of Songya Hunyu Shenying's late death would soon spread, and the monks waiting outside would soon flee to him.

The monk who was receiving the mission was being watched by countless eyes, so it would not be appropriate to replace his identity.

Therefore, he chose the monk Xin Wudang who was in charge of the surrounding towns.

His mission was not to "eradicate the roots", but to infiltrate the Sword Alliance and stir up trouble as much as possible. After all, the Sword Alliance was a large sect with many late Divine Infant cultivators inside. He wanted to sacrifice all of these late Divine Infant cultivators by any means possible.

As for Tang Ningxin, she will use the "method of formlessness" to transform into another female cultivator in the middle stage of the Divine Infant Realm, and cooperate with him to push this chaotic world into the abyss of sacrifice.

Now, he and Yin Yang Xuan Long are one, one is the soul and the other is the thought.

If both sides become stronger together, he will be able to escape this impending doomsday, and Yin Yang Xuanlong will no longer have to enter the next world from the Sea of ​​Bitterness.

The two sides are one, connected to each other by the "formless immortal position". When he takes one more step forward, that "formless immortal position" is likely to leap up. As he leaps up, one day, he, Tang Changsheng, may be able to become the master of heaven and earth.

What kind of prince will Xiangning?

Who is born the master of heaven and earth?
At that time, Tang Changsheng will feed the common people to feed the evil dragon.

Just because he and Yin Yang Xuan Long are a win-win situation.

As for cruelty?

It's the price of becoming stronger.

To sacrifice all living beings but not oneself is the fate of the strong.

Tang Changsheng quickly dealt with the monk's body, then sat cross-legged under a waterfall in this blessed land, quietly adapting to his current identity and how to make use of this "Tingsong Cliff Soul Threshold" incident.

Just as I was thinking about it, Tang Ningxin's voice came from the other side of my mind.

"Ancestor, I have already dealt with everything here."

"You're doing well, but it's better to stay still than to move. Don't rush to jump out."

"Don't worry, Ancestor. I remember everything you taught me. If you want to sow discord, you must first unite everyone and prevent the people in the sect from being fooled by the enemy. Then you can take your time."

Tang Changsheng smiled faintly, and he suddenly thought of the boy named Song Yan.

That kid gave him a surprise and was considered a remarkable figure among the younger generation.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh softly, thinking: "It's a pity that I can't use it."

At this moment, a thought suddenly popped into his mind.

That was the Yin Yang Xuanlong who had not been contacted for a long time.

"Lord Dragon, everything is going well on my side. As for the next sacrifice location, I think it is not necessary to set it in advance. After all, after this, my Wuxiang Ancient Clan will definitely be suspected by the Sword Alliance and the Seven Bandits.

But it just so happens that the Sword Alliance has just had friction with the Five Blessed Lands. Lord Long can lead our tribe to contact the Five Blessed Lands, and then wait for the right opportunity. There will always be a great opportunity waiting for us."

Tang Changsheng already had a big plan in his mind, and he hurriedly told his other half about the plan.

But to his surprise, Yin Yang Xuanlong did not respond to him immediately, but instead remained abnormally silent.

Just when Tang Changsheng wanted to ask, the thoughts of Yin Yang Xuanlong came over.

"Changsheng, I'm stuck at the end of the Soul Threshold of Tingsong Cliff."

This short sentence made Tang Changsheng's brain buzz, as if it had crashed.

The ancestor of the Wuxiang clan suspected that he had heard it wrong, so he rarely lost his composure and couldn't help but ask a question.

"what?"

Yin Yang Xuan Long said calmly and quickly: "It is extremely difficult to transmit thoughts in the soul threshold. I finally opened it. Let me make it short.

After you left, Song Yan appeared. His strength is very terrifying. I am at least sure that his mind and body have reached the realm of spiritual transformation.

He stole my dragon bone blood flag and is now guarding me somewhere. Please help me find out, otherwise I will not be able to leave Tingsong Cliff Soul Threshold. "

Tang Changsheng fell into a long silence.

He really couldn't know what kind of mood he was in.

He hasn't felt this way in a long time.

Suddenly, he said, "Lord Long, can you tell me what happened at that time?"

Yin Yang Xuanlong began to slowly describe what happened at that time.

After hearing this, Tang Changsheng pondered and said, "Raise your hand and Juxuan, it should be the word Yin. This word is the natal small heavenly word of the master of this world. Could it be that he is a celestial being who has descended?"

Yin Yang Xuan Long said: “It is not so easy for the celestial being to descend.

We need to make sacrifices to swim out of the sea of ​​suffering, but the celestial beings will only come to us if there is someone in the world who matches their state of mind, artistic conception, and even their method.

But in this world today, the light of the true spirit has been extinguished. There are tens of millions of sword practitioners, but who can step on the footprints left on the banks of the long river of swordsmanship?
It's not that I look down on them, they just don't deserve it. We are cunning, but the gods are pure. Where in this world are there pure strong people?"

Tang Changsheng said nothing.

Yin Yang Xuanlong said: "Forget it, Changsheng, no matter whether Song Yan is a celestial being or a great man who has been reborn, now I am stuck in the soul threshold and cannot get out.

I strongly suspected that the treacherous boy was either waiting for me at the door or in the Wuxiang Ancient Clan.

Anyway, I have made up my mind. Unless he makes any move, I will not move even if I stay in this soul threshold for ten or twenty years.

At worst, I can go to the next world through the deep ocean current of the Sea of ​​Bitterness, but you will have no future."

Tang Changsheng said: "I asked Ning Xin to go to the Wuxiang Ancient Clan to have a look. Ning Xin has dealt with that guy before, and they can even be considered to be old friends. If they meet, maybe they can restore their relationship."

Yin Yang Xuan Long urged, "Let her go quickly! If that boy is not a celestial being, tell him not to go against us!"

Tang Changsheng laughed and said, "I thought Lord Long was going to talk about the humiliation of blocking the door and seizing the banner."

Yin Yang Xuan Long said: "I've been with you for a long time, and I've seen through it.

There is no such thing as humiliation or not in the world. The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. There is no eternal winner, but there are careless winners, and there is a long way to go.

When more powerful men from my dragon clan arrive, I will make that kid regret coming into the world!"

The green-robed goddess had just put on the clothes of the female cultivators of the Sword Alliance and hid her ghost mask when she received the message from Tang Changsheng.

She said respectfully, "Ancestor, what do you want me to do?"

A thought came from the other side.

Tang Ningxin was completely still. After a long while, she asked, "Ancestor, you are not kidding, are you?"

Tang Changsheng said: "Ning Xin, things in the world are always changing. What we need to do is to accept the reality and then change it."

"I"

Tang Ningxin began to tremble from her toes to the tips of her hair.

After a long while, she exhaled and said, "I understand. I will return now."

Tang Changsheng added, "Since the Dragon King can't come out this time, I can't go there. The Ancestral Secret Realm cannot be moved. I heard that Songya will soon be hunted by the Sword Alliance and the Seven Bandits. You don't have much time. Confirm whether Song Yan is here. If he is, you must do your best to make friends with him and ease the relationship. Just hold off until we can bring more Bitter Sea Demon Dragons to the world, and that'll be all."

"Yes"

Tang Ningxin responded with shame, then said with a firm look, "For the ancestor, for our clan, Ningxin can do anything! This time, Ningxin will never fail!"

at this time
The ancient Wuxiang clan and the secret realm of their ancestral veins.

"Tang Zhang, where have you been these days?"

"When all the shadow puppets disappeared, I suspected something had happened, so I chased after them to find out what was going on. I ended up meeting someone from the Sword Alliance halfway, and after a fight, I nearly died." Song Yan covered his shoulder, his steps unsteady, obviously injured.

And his identity is exactly the disciple of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan named Tang Zhang.

According to the information Hua Qian obtained, Tang Zhang was a key disciple of Yingzhai, and his mission was to assist Wang Susu in monitoring the surrounding area with shadow puppets. A few days ago, he saw that the surveillance shadow puppets had moved, and he felt something was wrong, so he chased after them.

It can be said that Song Yan was not lying at this time, but Tang Zhang had actually died under the sword of the Sword Alliance's sword cultivator a long time ago, and now he escaped back to the ancestral secret realm.

The person who spoke murmured and sighed, "You may not know yet, Wang Susu has defected."

"what?!"

Song Yan was so shocked that he couldn't even close his mouth. "How could Master Wang defect? ​​She...she, how...how is this possible?"

The man patted him on the shoulder and said, "Elder Xiongjia is furious at this moment. You should go back to your room to recuperate for the time being. Don't go to the Shadow Studio. Let the clan leader make all the arrangements."

Song Yan murmured in despair: "Master Wang, how is this possible? Master Wang, this is impossible."

As he spoke, he walked towards his house.

He never thought that one day he would return to the garden-style residence of the Wuxiang ancient clan's ancestral lineage.

Looking sideways from the small courtyard where he lived, he could even see the courtyard where he had lived for hundreds of years.

There is no doubt that the courtyard is located in an excellent location, and now it has become Tang Xiongjia's residence.

creak~
Song Yan pushed open the wooden door and entered the house.

The door is closed to prevent outsiders from investigating.

This is the secret respect that the Wuxiang Ancient Clan has for their fellow tribesmen.

Song Yan added another means of isolation and detection, and then stood quietly in front of the window.

The banana trees outside the window sway in the wind, and looking out from here is quite a unique experience.

Roses block the eyes, bees are buzzing, peonies block the steps, black butterflies dance, lilacs cast shadows, and vines entwine around the walls. It is a beautiful summer scene.

Following Tang Zhang's memory, Song Yan rummaged around in the house and found several jars of fine wine made from freshly picked green plums in spring.

He opened a jar, took two sips, and praised the ghost Tang Zhang: "Little guy, the brew is good."

Then he said kindly: "After the matter here is settled, I will let you reincarnate naturally. Don't worry."

Immediately, he sat down in front of the window, took out his writing brush, ink, paper and inkstone, stared for a while, dipped the brush in ink and with just one stroke, the divine image of the Yin-Yang Mysterious Dragon appeared on the paper.

Song Yan finished the painting carefully, carved a shadow on the skin, and then stuffed in the fragments of cause and effect. If there were not enough fragments, he would refine the evil thoughts from outside the domain that he had obtained before to make up for it.

After a busy day, the next day, a Yin-Yang Black Dragon shadow puppet and a Qiu Baiwei shadow puppet appeared in front of him.

He stood in front of the window, the golden light from the sky slanting down, casting his dark shadow on the ground.

As soon as Song Yan raised his hand, the Yin-Yang Black Dragon shadow puppet and the Qiu Baiwei shadow puppet slipped into his shadow. He waved his hand again and the shadow puppets came out of his shadow. These two shadow puppets had six or seven points of the strength of Yin-Yang Black Dragon and Qiu Baiwei respectively.

Song Yan was very happy and tried it several times. He couldn't help but grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth.

PS: The word count may not reach 8, but Taohuasu will try its best to ensure the quality of the text within its capabilities. Sorry, sorry.

(End of this chapter)