The method of killing Dao realm...can this really work?

In the bedroom.

Zhou Zheng looked at the handwritten paper in his hand with some doubts in his eyes.

Li Zhiyong can't just give him a technique. He has to use his own body to experiment; at least he has to conduct some research, think twice, and prove it three times.

However, this method of condensing the foundation of the Dao looks pretty good, at least it is quite easy to get started.

Zhou Zheng put down the paper, closed his eyes and concentrated.

Not long after, several lotus flowers overflowed around him. Zhou Zheng observed carefully with his spiritual sense, feeling faintly disappointed.

Eleven-petaled lotus? And the eleventh-petaled lotus is still very weak.

There is still a long way to go from the perfect foundation of Taoism mentioned above, the perfect twelve-petal lotus.

He always thought that he had forged the foundation of the road consciously, and now the foundation was very solid. He didn't expect that there were still so many flaws and 'bubbles'.

Simply, Zhou Zheng mobilized his essence, energy and spirit with the mentality of giving it a try.

The essence of essence solidifies the pure yang, and the sea of ​​qi condenses the true meaning.

The sword is forged with gods, and the Taoist foundation is forged with the spiritual platform.

Soon, a bright long sword appeared above Zhou Zheng's head. Zhou Zheng looked up and felt a little guilty for no reason, but decided to trust Zhiyong for once.

cut!

The sword shadow struck down vertically and exploded on Zhou Zheng's forehead.

"I go!"

Zhou Zheng let out a soft cry and lay sprawled on the soft mattress. For a moment, he felt as if he had fallen into the deep sea and could not breathe for a long time.

After a while, Zhou Zheng finally got up, looked down at his palm, then closed his eyes and looked inside to sense himself.

The Dao realm has fallen from the peak of the Guixu realm, but only a little.

But the foundation is indeed a little stronger.

"Well, it's really useful."

At this moment, Zhou Zheng looked at the blank sheets of paper he had just obtained again, and carefully considered how credible Li Zhiyong's words were.

Go ask Laojun?

Forget it, it might be taboo to ask Laojun about this invisible matter.

Since Laojun has paved the road for them, it is enough to run along this road.

Zhou Zheng reflected on this first calamity again. The more he went through it, the more he felt that there were many dangers hidden here and he was indeed lucky this time.

'If you have a chance, go to Sister Sanzang and say thank you.'

The Buddhist Heart Sutra is well-deserved.

…

Feng Qing has not been happy recently.

Of course, the main reason was that the recent twenty-six consecutive games made him doubt his understanding of the game.

The secondary reasons are much more complicated.

First, because Blue Star has become a new whirlpool in the Three Realms, his people have the vision to leave this star and live in other stars.

This is actually very reasonable.

Emperor Ziwei has publicly announced that he will move the Futian League headquarters to Blue Star within ten years;

Blue Star will transform from a little-known little star in a remote country to the center of the Futian Alliance.

At that time, let alone the masters of the demon race, even the newly transformed spiritual creatures would either go to the immortals' pet shops or the immortals' slaughterhouses.

The future of Blue Star does not have a way out for their saint race.

Second, Feng Qing and other demon kings from Blue Star have just received orders from their ancestors, telling them to consume the strength of Futian Alliance on Blue Star at all costs.

It seems that a war has broken out in the outer star field, but the aftermath of the battle has not yet touched Blue Star.

Feng Qing gained a high reputation among the Blue Star Monster Clan because he rescued a large number of masters during the [Siege of Qingshan City]. He also received special attention from the ancestors, who intended to train him to become a member of the Blue Star Monster Clan.

Words matter to people.

If it were an ambitious person like King Qingyuan (mourning, remembering, and dying), this kind of thing would naturally be done through the pole.

But Feng Qing now wants to ask those ancestors:

'And after that?'

Will the ancestors of each family come to Blue Star in person?

Or will the ancient saint clan giants be invited to come and fight Emperor Donghua?

A bunch of old guys are going to do nothing and just let them die, just to disgust the Futian Alliance?

His mother is very happy.

Of course, Feng Qing did not express his dissatisfaction, but stayed at home in the name of recuperating and left everything to the other sixteen demon kings.

If he really had to leave Blue Star, although Feng Qing would be reluctant to leave, he would still be able to accept it.

He is not sure that Blue Star will continue to protect his people in the coming waves.

But Feng Qing always had some regrets in his heart.

His failed relationships...

"well."

Feng Qing raised his hand to cover his heart.

It hurts here.

So I picked up my phone, scrolled the screen out of boredom, glanced at the dozen or so messages sent by the Peacock King, replied with an emoticon of just waking up, and then opened Moments and swiped through them.

Oh? Zhou Zheng, the Langweixian, was reincarnated and posted on WeChat Moments?

This is quite rare.

[Ordinary daily practice. (PS: Refers to just finishing writing a 5,000-word paper on disasters, and then came to the construction site to help move bricks)]

The two accompanying pictures are quite interesting.

One of the accompanying pictures is... Is this the dragon girl from before? Why did she suddenly become so beautiful?

Even Feng Qing, who usually lives among fox beauties, couldn't help but slightly raise his eyebrows.

This dragon girl was sitting at the dining table. She was dressed casually in a pleated skirt and short sleeves, which did not hide her beautiful and mature figure. Her long black hair was scattered casually, giving her a unique youthful atmosphere.

Especially the movements of raising his hands to comb his hair, and the slightly embarrassed expression of pursed lips and eyes, really make people's eyes bright.

Ah, this is so cheap!

Is there no handsome man in the sea tribe?!

Feng Qing glanced at the second photo and found that it was a selfie of Zhou Zheng carrying several "I"-shaped steel poles.

Good guy, he did the work of the crane himself, and he is still so blatant, isn't Futian Alliance trying to hide things about immortals and demons from mortals?

This is obviously suspected of being staged.

Feng Qing grabbed a lemon nearby, liked this circle of friends, and continued to scroll.

Ding ding!

[Yan Ruochu (Little Peacock): Can the account keep losing points even if Feng Wang sleeps? 】

Feng Qing couldn't help but frown, was this guy provoking him?

After thinking for a while, Feng Qing replied [not in good spirits, and the injury has not healed].

Ding ding!

[Yan Ruochu (Little Peacock): I just made some nourishing soup made from thousand-year-old spiritual materials and sent it to my confidant. Drink it while it’s hot.]

Feng Qing suddenly felt that the lemon in his hand was no longer sour.

Is it possible that this peacock...is mentally ill?

Her territory is more than 3,000 kilometers away from mine! The soup has already become cold here! Drink it while it’s still hot!

[Why bother with this, don’t I have a maid? I’m online and I’ll take you flying!]

[Yan Ruochu (Little Peacock): Include the upper jungle or the lower lane? 】

Feng Qing shook his head, put down his phone, put on his headphones, and flexed his knuckles.

He still doesn't believe it, he can't win a game today.

So, half a day later.

In a coffee shop in Qingshan City Commercial Street, Zhou Zheng, who was staring at the scenery outside the window, was suddenly brought back to his senses by the ringing of his mobile phone.

He glanced at Ao Ying and Yue Wushuang, who were gesturing at short skirts in the window next door. He said hello to Xiao Sheng, who was about to fall asleep next to him. He went to the corner and set up a soundproof barrier before connecting. Pan said:

"Hello? Why did you call me suddenly? Aren't you afraid of being exposed?"

"Bao! Ah, I forgot about this when I was angry. Can you go online now? Take us two."

"No, you have so many subordinates," Zhou Zheng frowned, "but few of them can practice some gaming skills? I'm shopping with my girlfriend."

"What's girlfriend number?"

"No. 1! Just No. 1!"
To be continued...