Chapter 321: Prologue 1 (Thanks to the leader of the fairy brother 946666 for the reward)

Moral fairyland.
The white fairy clouds fluttered around.
In the blue sea and blue sky, a ray of fairy like a living creature flexed out of the sea and flew towards the sky.
On the blue sea, a tall fairy surrounded by countless fairy lights, wearing a white robe, holding a dust. Floating in midair.
"The war is coming, Longxi, this pioneer, depends on you."
"Leave it to me." A deep, thick voice sounded.
Bang! ! !
The thunderclouds in the sky rolled, and the light sparkled.
In an instant, thousands of miles turned into thunderstorms without clouds.
The sea slammed open and burst out of a blue dragon head the size of an island.
After the dragon head, the dragon body, dragon claws, and dragon tail are next.
A huge sea dragon tens of thousands of meters rises into the sky, rolling up countless seawater into raindrops.
"Where is the Hai Clan !!"
Hailong growled.
Under the shock of some strange energy, the sound suddenly passed to infinity.
Buzz!
A stream of blue water formed a large array of transmissions.
The large disk-shaped transmission continues to shine.
At the same time, smaller sea dragons rose from the halo.
The sound of dragons sounded like thunder.
At the same time, there are countless sea monsters and sea monsters.
At a glance, the azure sea has just returned, and it has now turned into a sea of ​​sea monsters.
The fairy nodded slightly and waved his hand.
Suddenly, the teleportation circle shone under him, and instantly a flower in front of him.
He has appeared in another place.
The vast mountains float in the sky.
On top of each mountain, light blue formation runes flashed.
"Where is the sword gate!"
The fairy raised his hand and the word moral appeared on his palm.
Whoosh! !
A white sword light like a waterfall rises from the top of a mountain. From far and near, innumerable afterimages were brought to the fairy.
In the middle of Jianguang, the word moral also appeared.
"The main peak of Jianmen, Li is not to blame."
"This is going to the outer realm, it must be my moral world."
The fairy turned around and watched Jian Guang passing by, rushing into a huge black circular vortex behind him.
After Jianguang, countless mountain peaks emerged one after another.
Hundreds of millions of sword lights flew up and turned into torrents, and there was a long chant in every sword light.
Innumerable sword light sources are constantly flowing into the vortex, as if they are endless and endless.
The fairy floated under the flood of Jianguang, his face was plain, and there was no sadness or joy.
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Hunting bow.
Wang Yiyang wears casual clothes like ordinary passers-by walking on the street.
The original stunning face was also treated by Yirong at this time, making it less noticeable.
Originally he should be on the way to his family to Shen Yixing.
But at the most critical moment, he still came here.
A true source communication from his mother Qingweizi forced him to come in advance.
He must first say hello to Moral Immortal Sect, otherwise, if his own planet is arbitrarily spread, it would be too wrong.
Qing Weizi stood on Wang Yiyang's side, wearing an ambassador costume on the stars side with a majestic smile.
The Hunting Bow is holding a festive celebration.
Celebrate the annual art festival.
There are parade floats on the street, and there are beautiful men and women models dressed in cool clothes, scratching their heads and sprinkling petals.
The sky has colorful drone, sprayed with cheap perfume.
The crowd resembled ants on both sides of the street, huddled together, and looked up at the convoy passing through the middle street.
Carnival, noise, excitement, surging.
Unlike other crowds, Wang Yiyang and Qingweizi are in the same corner as if they were isolated from the world without interference.
It's as if they and other people are in two worlds.
"This is the prosperity of the prosperous age, and the fire is cooking oil. It's a good world."
Qing Weizi smiled and admired.
Wang Yiyang knew, however, that the teleportation circle over Xianzong had already laid countless traces here.
He no longer needs his own mark to locate.
In these years, the moral immortal has long secretly used a variety of means to lay down a lot of secret hands.
"Don't you think it will fail? After all, Xianzong is studying Xianzong while studying here."
Wang Yiyang asked seriously.
"Of course I have thought about it, but there are a lot of things that you can't understand at a certain level." Qing Weizi smiled.
"Or, do you think that at this level, our senior executives have not dealt with the senior executives here?"
Wang Yiyang heard his words and his heart sank.
What he worried about happened after all.
Judging from the tone of the mother, it is obvious that the individual strength on the side of Moral Immortal Sect is obviously stronger than the stars.
Qing Weizi seems to see his son's unhappiness.
"So, if you still have something to close, you can hurry and go. The true mark I left on you can prevent you from being attacked by the army.
But if you have any friends or classmates here, if the notification is not timely, there is no way. "
Wang Yiyang was silent. Then he bowed his head toward Qing Weizi.
"Thank you mother for your consideration."
"Don't be so dignified, these grass people are actually embellishments and toys on Changsheng Road for you. If you value them too much, you will not be able to bear it sooner or later."
"I understand my mother." Wang Yiyang nodded. "In addition, I bought a planet here, which is desolate and desolate. Only some relatives and friends of my son are here. I also ask my mother to record it. Don't accidentally hurt."
"No problem. In fact, as the first person to locate this foreign domain, you should have great merit. This requirement will not be ignored." Qing Weizi nodded.
"So, my son is gone."
Wang Yiyang does have a lot of things that need to be done.
He no longer hesitated, and after giving the planet coordinates to his mother, he quickly left.
The army may appear at any time. Time is pressing.
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Kelin Sharon is watching the ball at home with his wife.
He likes this kind of sport called space ball.
Compared with football basketball, space ball rules are more complicated, but the degree of freedom is also higher.
Space ball games on TV, wave after wave, continued to arouse cheers from the audience.
Klin also cried loudly with his wife in his arms.
"Haha, I entered again, it is worthy of my star Klin betting! Make a big profit !!! Hahahaha!"
"All right, don't scream, be careful about the child." His wife gave him a slap on the spot.
"Hey, this time we have earned several times the principal, cool! It's so cool !!!" Klin laughed.
Didi ...
Suddenly his hunting bow bracelet rang abruptly.
Generally speaking, at home, except for a few people of special importance, the communication of the rest of the people, Klin is silent.
If the sound of a bracelet sounds at home, it means that this communication is either a very important thing or someone who values ​​it.
The smile on Klin's face suddenly calmed down.
He kissed his wife.
"I'll pick up a newsletter."
"Well, go back quickly."
Kerin stood up, walked to the balcony, and connected his bracelet.
The place where he lives is the relatively prosperous city center area of ​​the hunting bow.
There is also an all-round warning system installed at home. Soundproofing is good.
So he dared to answer on the balcony so casually.
"Yoko? I haven't heard your voice for a long time."
The communicator kept talking.
Klin smiled at first, and as the sound continued, the smile on his face slowly disappeared.
"Are you sure?" He asked in a low voice.
A positive answer came from the communicator.
Klin thanked him seriously, and then slowly closed the communication, the good mood just now disappeared.
"Wife !!" He suddenly hurried back to the living room.
"Let's go travel!"
Regardless of whether it is true or false, avoid it first.
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There are also a large number of indifferent people on the hunting bow. Wang Yiyang's emergency order made them start to leave in batches in various names a few days ago.
There are only a few high-level executives staying here, and at this time he quickly leaves with his orders.
Wang Yiyang revisited the old city and spent his time studying here, playing back in his mind from time to time.
In the old town.
The old aircraft, full of traces of use, kept rising and falling.
The passers-by in the past are mostly elderly and students.
Compared with other urban areas, there are more twilight and humanities here.
Wang Yiyang did not go to his mentor Professor Hopsman.
The relationship between the other party is not worth the risk of notifying him.
He simply walked and rested in the city.
He has not returned for many years since he left last time.
This is more broken and older than before.
He remembered Shiraz, who was afraid of his extortion.
That classmate who saved his life that year and turned over.
Also remembered the Miss Catherine of the Hengji sect he met here.
Initially he was able to join the Hengji sect, which was brought by Miss Catherine.
Unconsciously, he came to Catherine's modern art museum again.
Standing outside the door, Wang Yiyang saw many tourists visiting the group, walking back and forth in the museum.
From time to time, voices from tour guides are heard.
There is also a temporary electronic sign listed on the edge of the museum.
Above is the story of the origin of a batch of newly-arrived works of art.
Wang Yiyang glanced up.
"How come you come here to see me today?" Catherine's voice drifted from the far right.
"Just come back to miss the old, just stop by." Wang Yiyang laughed.
He turned around and saw Catherine in a cheongsam-like white long dress with long hair and high hair, and the models came, with the graceful charm of a mature woman.
"In a blink of an eye, you are all in the tenth grade. Time is passing, time is pressing, this is really true." Catherine walked to Wang Yiyang and sighed slightly.
"Aren't you going further?" Wang Yiyang smiled.
He could feel from Catherine that the opponent's perception was stronger than before.
"Well, it's just a fluke, barely breaking through the twelfth level, which was already last year." Catherine replied.
"It's already amazing, close to the comet layer, every step is the limit." Wang Yiyang nodded.
"It's still better than you juniors. The eighteenth level will be out of sight ..." Catherine sighed.
The eighteenth level represents Huiyue.
Only when it reaches Huiyue is the real high-rise of stars.
This is a qualitative change. It is also the height of countless comets, former and subsequent, still difficult to reach.
Countless people have struggled for a lifetime, and they are still stuck in front of an immense amount of perception, unable to enter.
"Let's go together?" Catherine invited.
"It's my pleasure." Wang Yiyang notified all of the notices, and nothing else.
The two did not enter the museum, but walked in a circle along the pavilion area and walked to the large green area behind the garden.
The two walked slowly along the leisure path between the gardens.
"I heard you joined the war school? How do you feel?" Catherine asked casually.
"Fortunately, even though the fighting frequency is higher, it's actually not as scary as everyone thinks. The people inside are very good to others and loyal."
"I also wanted to join in that year, but unfortunately I later backed down, and finally no school was added." Catherine smiled.
"Then your way is smooth, so easy to break through the comet?" Wang Yiyang curiously said.
"How is it possible. From the eleventh to the twelfth level, a baptism of perception is required. Purifying the will and refining higher-intensity perception can only hope to break through."
Catherine knew that Wang Yiyang was inquiring about the mystery.
But she is also not secretive. Everyone breaks through the comet layer and needs different things.
This is determined by individual differentiation.
"Is the perception strength improved?" Wang Yiyang thought deeply.
"Yes, perception comes from our consciousness. Only when the intensity of consciousness increases will the perception change accordingly.
So the core root lies in our consciousness and our will. "
Catherine's words clearly gave Wang Yiyang a system.
This is the promotion process of Mecha Division.