"Huh?"

Zihuan, who was meditating in retreat in the secret territory of the Lehe Sect, suddenly let out a light snort.

She raised her jade neck and looked out of the mountain, and layers of ripples quickly swept in her cold eyes.

"Someone is trying to ...... Complete? ”

"I didn't expect that a little swaggering star, not even a few cultivators of the Transformation God Realm, could also give birth to a character of the Ten Dao Foundations?"

"It's a pity, without the fourth-step protector, no one can withstand the test of the Yan Heavenly Tribulation!"

The first step of the monk is to condense the qi, build the foundation, and open the light.

The second step is to tie the Dan, Yuan Baby, and turn into a god.

As for the triple artistic conception of the third-step monk, few people in the entire swaggering stars know, Zihuan actually asserted that if you want to complete the ten-path foundation, you must have a fourth-step powerhouse to protect the Dharma!

Otherwise, no matter who vainly tries to get the approval of the Heavenly Dao, they will not be able to escape the end of being wiped out!

"I shouldn't care about these things."

Lowering his eyelashes, the purple ring quickly faded the curiosity in his eyes.

"The deity felt it...... Those people are still looking for my whereabouts! Although their deities could not come to this realm in person, after so many years of infiltration, I can't imagine what means they have deployed in this realm to lure me to appear? ”

"Perhaps, the aura of the ten foundations just now is a bureau!"

"In this life, I want to be more low-key, and I must not be distracted by anyone or anything! When Ben respects back to the top, they must pay enough price for everything they have done in the past! ”

The pain of losing a Taoist companion, the physical body falling apart, and having to re-enter reincarnation is vivid.

With hatred in his heart, Zihuan didn't know that the nails of his hands and ten fingers were deeply embedded in the flesh, and blood flowed all over his skirt.

"Huh?"

Outside the swaggering star, in a sea of stars in the far distance, there is a golden building floating.

Among them, there are fairies holding baskets through them, there are mythical beasts galloping on the clouds, flowers blooming in the sea of fog, and clear springs flowing under the rainbow bridge.

If Dong Ling had written legends for Sheming, then their fairyland would only be able to sketch the most barren corner of this magnificent world.

There are hundreds of stars outside the palace, revolving around the palace.

On every Guardian Star, how many living beings are more than a billion?

And the light and heat, aura and exercises that maintain the world all come from this vast immortal world.

Everyone knows that it is six points away from the Yan Star Earth, and the main family of this star region is surnamed Shen.

Because of the homophony of the surname, he was also honored by all the Xiuzhen Star Supremes under his command - Star Lord, Divine Family!

At this time, in the very center of the Shen family's layered immortal palace, which was wrapped in ice edge snowflakes and was extremely quiet, there was a surprised snort.

A man in an ink robe, stepping on the frost all over the ground, quickly walked to the window and looked out.

"Ten Paths to Build a Foundation......" slowly spit out these four words from the man's thin lips.

He raised his handsome long brow, and a trace of hesitation rose in his eyes.

"Do you want to ask the elders to protect the Dharma?"

In the Shen family's star soil, where there was no special care, there was actually a reckless junior who built a foundation of ten paths.

The foundation building monk, although it is weak and not worth mentioning, but the ten ways to build the foundation are difficult to find, although eight or nine times out of ten can not bear the baptism of the hot sky and thunder, but once they grow, the future is very worthy of the Shen family's expectations!

"Wow! His Royal Highness Yan Yuan is back! ”

Suddenly looked up and saw a figure standing by the window of the Jade Pavilion, and the fairies in the courtyard all stopped and peeked shyly.

"Be quiet! His Royal Highness Yan Yuan has a bad temper! Every time he returned to the palace, he only visited the son of God and left in a hurry, never talking to the head of the house. ”

The little maids squatted together and whispered about the topic of the attack on the son of God half a year ago, and he escaped home after nine deaths, but he lost his soul and never woke up.