Meng Jingzhe calculated carefully and found that there were three days left, and the new moon was still the next.

When the moon is in the morning, the yin energy is heavy, so it is very convenient to do these weird things.

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no hurry," said Long Yinjian. She was very unfamiliar with such comforting things.

Meng Jingzhe nodded gently.

Seeing him gradually calm down, the little girl in the sword body also breathed a sigh of relief.

A sword opened the way forward, and after walking about five kilometers, he heard the sound of running water.

Meng Jingzhe looked at him and thought he would see the familiar Duanliu, but he didn't expect that this was a high-hanging waterfall falling from the sky.

Before he got closer, he felt the moist watery feeling on his face.

Meng Jingzhe stood under the waterfall and looked at the Dragon Roaring Sword beside him, his expression still was a little unclear.

"You, you look at where you look." Long Yin Jian said.

Meng Jingzhe looked at the place she pointed at, it was a huge rock in the water.

The huge rocks were placed in the center of the pool under the waterfall, and were constantly washed away by the flowing water in the sky.

Meng Jingzhe took out the boat and rowed directly into the center of the pool.

The closer you get, the more you can hear some different sounds.

He seemed to hear a faint whistling sound, which was intertwined with the sound of water, as if sobbing and roaring.

"Hear?" Long Yin Jian asked softly.

Meng Jingzhe nodded and asked, "What's the sound?"

"This is... the real dragon roar." Long Yin Jian said.

Meng Jingzhe turned to look at it, and was not surprised at the first time, but asked: "Have you recovered your memory?"

"No..." Long Yin Jian's memory was still intermittent, but she had a strong premonition that she must bring Meng Jingzhe to this place.

When she arrived at this place, Long Yin Jian felt that everything was natural. She only needed to take a look and knew what she was facing.

Meng Jingzhe sighed and said, "Why does this stone make a dragon roar? Is there a dragon imprisoned inside?"

“No, no, no, no…”

Meng Jingzhe frowned and said, "That's right. Since the ancient battlefield, although there are divine beasts in the world, there are no real dragons."

The dragon is still a symbol of auspiciousness in this world, but the dragons in this world seem to have a special spirit of sacrifice. On the ancient battlefield, the dragon tribe sacrificed itself and saved the people of the world, and then there was a stable life for tens of thousands of years of cultivation in the world.

The only group of gods in the world of immortal cultivation appeared.

There are very few records about God, only the words and phrases in ancient books, or even the ones conveyed, have no specific deeds of them, only a few names.

"This is this, this is a sound stone..." Long Yin Jian explained.

Meng Jingzhe immediately understood that the sound of the dragon roar inside was just a record of the sound of a certain dragon in ancient times.

"I, I, I, I, was born because of it." Long Yin Jian suddenly said.

Meng Jingzhe paused slightly after hearing this.

After saying this, Long Yin Jian hid aside, as if avoiding Meng Jingzhe.

"What are you hiding?" Meng Jingzhe asked with a frown.

Long Yin Jian felt a little sour and said, "When I saw the real dragon roar, I should be able to help you..."

Although she said that, Meng Jingzhe felt as blessed as his heart. He suddenly understood the other party's concerns and said, "It is the real sound of the dragon roar, not my sword."

After hearing this, Long Yin Jian's voice became clearer in an instant and he said, "Do you really think so?"

Meng Jingzhe nodded.

But soon, Long Yin Jian said again: "It can help you..."

Seeing that she was so persistent, Meng Jingzhe got closer.

"The dragon is auspicious auspicious place in heaven and earth, and it is full of rare treasures. Even a sound can trigger infinite enlightenment." This is the record that Meng Jingzhe once saw in a book.

At that time, he still felt that the author was writing by fantasy, and now he really faced the roar of the dragon. He felt that the author might have been here before he could write such a passage.

The tighter Meng Jingzhe got together, the more feelings he felt. He put the problem he had put on hold after thinking about it halfway, but his thinking became clearer at this time.

This sound was like an inspiration editor, and all the ideas that made Meng Jingzhe stuck were suddenly enlightened.

"Why don't you practice?" Long Yinjian couldn't help but urge him when he saw Meng Jingzhe was just dazed.

Meng Jingzhe glanced at her, and Long Yin Jian said with confidence: "Hurry and realize the truth quickly."

"My cultivation speed is already very fast." Meng Jingzhe said.

He is now in his twenties and is in the early stage of transforming the gods. With such cultivation speed, he has already thrown away the former Jing and Jian Zun far away.

Even looking at the entire world of immortal cultivation, there has never been anyone like him, who has experienced various adventures along the way and can advance at will.

"If there is no late stage of the God Transformation, you will be looking for death when you reach the top of the mountain!" Long Yin Jian said.

"What's in the top of the mountain? Do you really can't remember it?" Meng Jingzhe asked.

The sword body of the Long Yin Sword shook violently, as if she had thought of something very painful, her voice gradually became painful.

Meng Jingzhe hurriedly stopped her and prevented her from continuing to recall.

"Cultivate quickly!" Long Yin Jian shouted.

"It's too late now..." Meng Jingzhe said, only three days before the new moon and day, and he had to reserve one day to go up the mountain, so he actually had only two days.

"When you come here, anyone can increase their cultivation level after seeing it..." Long Yin Jian said.

Seeing that she was working hard to recall her hard, Meng Jingzhe said, "I'll just practice, don't force yourself too much."

The sword tip of the Dragon Yin Sword was nodded, as if nodding in agreement.

Meng Jingzhe climbed directly from the boat onto a huge rock.

At this time, he was on the huge rock and felt the sound of the "Dragon Roar" more and more obvious.

A voice, he had never thought that it would bring him such a big impact.

It seemed that there were turbulent waves hidden in it, the boundless seabed, and the endless sky hidden. The greatness that Meng Jingzhe could feel could be heard in this voice.

Meng Jingzhe felt quietly, and there was no trace of spiritual light overflowing from his body, as if he was just listening to a concert.

Although the memory of the Dragon Roar Sword next to her was still chaotic, she felt that Meng Jingzhe was in a wrong state.

In the broken pictures in her memory, every person who realized the truth here was not as relaxed as Meng Jingzhe. They all practiced with a hideous face and advanced after experiencing the heavenly tribulation on the spot.

Meng Jingzhe was in such a relaxed state at this time, and he couldn't see any difficulty in practicing, as if he was on vacation.

But along the way, Long Yin Jian rarely saw Meng Jingzhe so relaxed. She wanted to awaken Meng Jingzhe, but when she thought that Meng Jingzhe had encountered so many difficulties and obstacles at such a young age, she could not bear it for a moment, so she missed the opportunity to remind her.

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Meng Jingzhe felt as if he was listening to a concert. He devoted himself to it and felt the sound of the dragon roar in a deep state.

The more he felt, the more relaxed he felt.

Although Meng Jingzhe was still worried about the master's inner demon, his sister's soul, and his friends who were missing, he would not be as anxious and anxious as before.

The clearer he was in his mind, the calmer he became.

The infinity and majesty conveyed in the roar of the dragon allowed Meng Jingzhe to see another way of thinking. This way of thinking planted a seed in his heart, waiting for an opportunity to sprout.

I don’t know how long it took, but Meng Jingzhe finally opened his eyes.

"How long has it been?" Meng Jingzhe asked.

"Two days." The Long Yin Jian's voice was muffled. She waited for a long time, but she did not wait until the heavenly disaster arrived.

Meng Jingzhe was still in the early stage of transformation, and his cultivation level did not fluctuate at all.

"Why don't you practice?" Long Yin Jian couldn't help but ask.

Meng Jingzhe shook his head and said, "You can practice at any time, but it is difficult to encounter such an understanding."

The Dragon Yin Sword was still depressed, feeling that Meng Jingzhe had not practiced, and it made her feel uncomfortable as if she had lost millions of spirit stones.

"There are not often opportunities like this. After a few years, you will regret not cherishing it well now." Long Yin Jian said unhappily.

"Although my cultivation has not changed, I feel closer to you." Meng Jingzhe said, without any regret on his face.

Long Yin Jian was stunned at first, but soon realized what Meng Jingzhe said and ran directly into the sky.

Even though he was very happy inside, Long Yin Jian still said deliberately:

"Whis, what's close, you, you are so smearing!"

Meng Jingzhe frowned, not understanding why she blamed herself again, so he said, "You said you were born because of it? Who realized the truth here, so he created you?"

When Long Yinjian heard this, he immediately felt a headache again. Nuonuo said, "I, I, I can't remember..."

When Meng Jingzhe heard this, he said warmly: "If you can't remember, don't think about it."

The Dragon Roar Sword immediately stopped thinking about it.
To be continued...