I Have a Mythical Tree

Three magnificent Mingyun boats are flying slowly in the low sky.

The 10,000 Raging Flame Army soldiers marched in an orderly manner. They seemed calm, but they were extremely fast.

After all, in today's Raging Flame Army, every soldier is a monk who has touched the barrier of heaven.

They carry many pills to supplement spirit energy and blood energy, and there are spirit springs in their water bottles to drink.

Naturally, the marching speed will not slow down much.

And the Mingyun boat in the void was also flying slowly. Apart from Zhang Jiao and Bai Qi, there was Xianshen on Ji Xia's Mingyun boat.

Since Xian Shen was conferred the title of Zheng Guang Chang Sheng De Ming Wen Sheng, Ji Xia turned his big sun eyes and looked at Xian Shen, and he could always see the power of twelve articles of luck wrapped around his body.

These dragons of cultural luck roughly symbolize the cultural luck of Tai Cang.

In the past seven or eight years, Taicang has continued to promote education and civilization.

In the early days, the royal court was in the four cities of Taicang, and it is unknown how many schools were built.

There are eight million people in Taicang, and I don't know how many people have been educated.

As a result, Taicang's literary fortune continued to grow.

The dragon of literary fortune around Xianshen is constantly becoming clearer, thicker, and majestic.

The result also made Ji Xia very happy.

However, in just a few years, Xianshen has already built eight spiritual mansions, achieving the realm of the jade capital of the spiritual mansions.

It is only one step away from the peak of Yudu.

This means that Tai Cang once again has another strong man who is at the peak of Xunkong.

Xian Shen sat in front of the lower table, with gentle eyes and the same expression.

Just occasionally look at Zhang Jiao on the side.

Zhang Jiao's temperament is completely different from Xian Shen's.

He closed his eyes tightly, as if he was resting.

But his gloomy face matched his flickering shadow under the light.

Gives a sense of eerie.

"Master Xianshen, I have long heard that the ninety-nine ancestors of Tai Cang have extraordinary views on the fortune of Tai Cang, and their cultivation bases have also grown extremely fast."

Ji Xia sat on the throne at the top of the outer hall of Mingyun Ship, casually looking at Xianshen who was sitting upright.

Xianshen stood up, saluted Ji Xia first, and said:

"My lord, among the pioneers, there are already many people who have used the way of literary luck to achieve spirit control."

The way of Wenyun practice lies in accumulating thick and thin.

The focus of the ancestors of Tai Cang from the beginning to the end is not on the cultivation of spiritual essence, but on their own morality, etiquette, and erudition...

But when a pioneer is familiar with the classics and has a clear understanding, the way of literary fortune will promote their spiritual energy to grow rapidly.

In Xian Shen's conjecture, there may be an old man with only a tiny amount of spiritual energy in his body, who has studied classics all his life, and then once enlightened, he will be blessed by a country's cultural fortune, and his cultivation will continue to break through.

"Although the literati are weak, once there is a catastrophe in the sky, these ninety-nine pioneers can still raise the Qingfeng sword and cut the enemy before the gate of the country."

Xianshen's face is always solemn, but from his words, Ji Xia can see the determination of the saints.

In the early days, Wang Wang drove the Mingyun boat and flew over the Cangqing Mountain, and then flew over the ruins of the Chongchi Kingdom.

Ji Xia stood at the bow of the boat, looking at this familiar place.

Behind him are Bai Qi and Zhang Jiao.

I still remember that he had just returned from traveling in Dafu and passed by this area.

He once saw a giant monster in the realm of Lingfu, which devoured tens of thousands of soldiers of the insect-tooth tribe.

For the bug-tooth tribe, this disaster is a catastrophe.

But to that monster in shape, it was just a few mouthfuls of snacks with a special flavor.

This is the difference between a strong existence and a weak existence.

The gap between the two can only be described as "natural moat".

Entering the Gobi, under Ji Xia's signal, Mingyun Boat did not take the shortest route.

Because Ji Xia still clearly remembers that there is a mysterious floating island in this Gobi.

On this floating island, there seems to be a ferocious flying insect with unpredictable cultivation, which once killed the big monster in a flash.

Later, Ji Xia also used this point,

After the hunting battle, he laid down his hands and killed two monks from the Lingfu who came to investigate from the Qiling Department.

These scenes, although many years have passed.

But when Ji Xia thinks about it now, he still remembers it vividly.

"That floating island is very terrifying. Even a domineering country like Qiling, who has swallowed two monks from the Lingfu, dare not go to investigate it."

Ji Xia spoke softly.

Behind him are Bai Qi and Zhang Jiao.

They all looked at Ji Xia's direction with their naked eyes.

The two of them dare not use their spiritual powers, for fear of arousing the detection of ferocious flying insects on the floating island.

Zhang Jiao thought for a while, raised his hand and tapped the void, and an ancient book appeared in the void.

"Taiping Secret Mist." Zhang Jiao whispered.

Ancient books flip and freeze.

A thin wisp of black smoke appeared in it, and it drifted away with the wind.

Immediately in front of him, an area formed by a jet-black smoke appeared.

Although the whole body is pitch black, the details are exposed, and the mysterious floating islands floating on the ground can be vaguely seen.

"Nine years ago, I traveled to Dafu and witnessed the appearance of this floating island. The appearance of the floating island also triggered a wave of beasts."

Thinking of this incident, Ji Xia still has lingering fears.

"The monsters in that beast tide were strangely powerful. For example, I once jumped onto a colorful giant cat to avoid the beast tide, but was overwhelmed by the majesty of the giant cat."

"Thinking about it now, the power of that colorful giant cat is simply terrifying and inexplicable."

Looking at the island scene outlined by Zhang Jiao with the secret method of peace, Ji Xia opened his mouth slowly.

The floating island is still so quiet, and there are even a few weak Dafu monks stationed on it.

They practiced quietly on the floating island, but nothing strange happened.

But Ji Xia knew that there must be some kind of deep secret in the area where the monks of the Lingfu could be easily killed without revealing any clues.

Right at this moment, Zhang Jiao frowned suddenly.

The black smoke that restored the island scene in front of the three of them suddenly trembled slightly.

Immediately afterwards, in the scene outlined by the black smoke, the black smoke belonging to the floating island suddenly trembled slightly, and a shadow was faintly visible in it.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Jiao still frowned.

Ji Xia looked curiously at the trembling shadow, and then shifted her gaze to Zhang Jiao.

"My secret mist of peace is very sensitive to life and soul... Now, the huge shadow on this island seems to be a mysterious and majestic life form!"

Bai Qi and Ji Xia looked at each other.

Ji Xia asked: "The great virtuous teacher said that there is a huge life buried deep in this island? Maybe it was the big flying insect I saw that day. I remember that big flying insect had many pupils. They are all arranged together, and the eyes can burst out with scorching hundred lights."