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"Are you okay! Aotian!"

Crying heart-piercing.

A golden blade was condensed in Song Qingming's hand, and he was about to smash it towards Long Aotian, only to see a strange fragrance floating in the air faintly.

Suddenly she felt that her aura had begun to dissipate, and the golden blade in her hand was also suddenly darkening.

At this time, petals flew down inexplicably from the sky, and along with these petals, a veiled girl fell down.

She hugged Long Aotian and got on the spirit ship parked outside the temple, Xibi and Yue'er also hurriedly climbed up.

"Song Qingming, 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 left this sentence again.

The woman gradually left, and Song Qingming felt that her aura had recovered again, and the stagnation that had just disappeared.

That woman called Master Long Aotian, which means that while Long Aotian disappeared, she had gone to worship the master, and there was also a cheap junior sister.

According to the urinary nature of the mentally disabled man majoring in immortal essays, this junior sister must also like him.

Having said that, this Long Aotian despised her very much. He had the first three thousand faces, but he did not delay filling his harem, and he was really an arrogant stallion.

Although the plot was already intricate because he took the ring, he still stayed in it. The current Long Aotian was definitely going to the real spirit world.

If he goes, he must go too.

Song Qingming stepped into the space and wanted to ask the black dragon how he could go to the real spirit world.

But as soon as I entered, there was already a mess in the space that was originally like a paradise.

The dark cloud above his head was rolling, and a black dragon could be seen vaguely on it, rolling, shouting, and angry.

As soon as he saw Song Qingming coming in, the black dragon stopped screaming in anger.

It looked up and roared again, "It's the breath just now, that person, must kill him."

"That breath, that person?"

Song Qingming felt a moment of doubt, and then thought of Long Aotian and the sword with a golden dragon in his hand.

That golden dragon-patterned sword is a deterrent to the black dragon?

"Yes, that person!"

The black dragon gritted his teeth, as if mixed with boundless hatred.

"Ok!"

Song Qingming replied, but in his heart he felt that the world is impermanent, with a hint of ridiculousness.

In the plot, Heilong recognizes Long Aotian as his master and respects everything.

Now because he had obtained it, Long Aotian had obtained something even higher, or something to restrain this black dragon.

If you say that you know the plot, it belongs to your own golden finger, then Long Aotian himself is an adaptable golden finger, which makes people have to sigh. ,

Looking back at the black dragon, now he hates the dragon proudly.

There was another clear dragon chant, Song Qingming's eyebrows were cold, only to see that there was a scarlet line between himself and the black dragon.

Because of the excitement of Long Aotian's golden dragon sword, the black dragon actually recognized the master.

The black dragon, who had been rebellious and didn't regard himself as his master, recognized his master.

Song Qingming didn't know whether it was happiness or worry.

"Now we can sense, you and I have become one, you can have my powerful strength."

After the black dragon finished speaking, it turned into a long and thin strip, which was finally wrapped around Song Qingming's wrist.