Crying heartbreakingly.
Song Qingqing had a golden blade condensed in his hand and was about to smash it towards Long Aotian. He saw a faint fragrance floating in the air.
She suddenly felt that her spiritual energy was starting to fade away, and the golden blade in her hand was flickering.
At this time, petals flew down from the sky inexplicably, and along with these petals, a girl covered with a veil fell.
She hugged Long Aotian and boarded the spirit boat parked outside the palace. Xi Bi and Yue'er also climbed aboard hurriedly.
"Song Qingying, the next time we meet, it will be the time to take your life."
The veiled woman looked at Long Aotian distressedly.
As the spirit ship flew high, she said these words again.
The woman gradually left, and Song Qingqing felt that his spiritual energy had recovered again, and the stagnation just now disappeared.
That woman's name is Master Long Aotian, which means that during the period when Long Aotian disappeared, she went to become a sworn master, and she also gained a cheap junior sister.
According to the urinary temperament of this brainless male majoring in immortal literature, this junior sister must also like him.
Having said that, this Long Aotian despised her. He had a reputation of three thousand, but he did not waste any time filling his harem. He was really an arrogant stallion.
Although the plot has become complicated because he took away the ring, it is still inseparable. Now Long Aotian must go to the true spirit world.
If he goes, he will definitely go too.
Song Qingying ducked into the space and wanted to ask Black Dragon how to go to the true spirit world.
But as soon as he entered, the originally paradise-like space was already in a mess.
Dark clouds were rolling overhead, and a black dragon could be vaguely seen above, rolling, shouting, and angry.
As soon as he saw Song Qingqing coming in, the black dragon stopped shouting angrily.
It raised its head and roared again, "That breath just now, that person, must be killed."
"That aura, that person?"
Song Qingying felt a moment of doubt, and then thought of Long Aotian and the sword with a golden dragon in his hand.
Is that golden dragon-patterned sword a deterrent to black dragons
"Yes, that man!"
The black dragon gritted its teeth, as if mixed with boundless hatred.
"Um!"
Song Qingying responded, but in his heart he felt that things were unpredictable and a little ridiculous.
In the plot, Black Dragon recognizes Long Aotian as his master and respects him in everything.
Now because he got it, Long Aotian got something higher, something that could restrain the black dragon.
If you say that knowing the plot is your own golden finger, then Long Aotian himself is a golden finger who adapts to changing situations, which makes people sigh. ,
Looking back at Black Dragon, he now hates Long Aotian to the core.
There was another clear dragon roar, and Song Qingyao's eyebrows froze. He saw that there was a faint crimson line between himself and the black dragon.
Because of the excitement of Long Aotian's golden dragon sword, Black Dragon actually recognized his master.
The black dragon, which had always been unruly and unruly and did not regard itself as its master, recognized itself as its master.
Song Qingying didn't know whether he was happy or worried.
"Now that we can sense each other, you and I have become one, and you can have my powerful power."
After the black dragon finished speaking, it transformed into a long and thin one, and finally wrapped around Song Qingying's wrist.