Chapter 1395 The Hope of the Immortal Gate

In the East Sea of ​​Yanhuang Kingdom, there is an area that is shrouded in mist all the year round and never dissipates. No matter how large or small a ship accidentally breaks into it, it will be swallowed up. No ship can ever come out after entering it.

Therefore, this place is also called the devil's area by fishermen who often fish in the East China Sea. Even a little experienced fisherman will not get close to the devil's area within a hundred miles.

If there are immortal cultivators who understand formations here, they will see that this so-called mist is actually a formation set up by a master of cultivation.

What the fishermen didn't expect was that there was a huge island in the middle of the mist. The scenery on the island was beautiful, the air was extremely fresh, and even the plants on the island were extraordinarily lush.

There is a huge valley in the southeast of the island, the valley is like spring all year round, and the climate is very warm.

At the entrance of the valley, there is a stone tablet with a height of seven or eight meters, and on the stone tablet are written three ancient seal characters - Shangqing Valley.

Yes, this island is the lair of the group of immortal cultivators who call themselves Xianmen.

Shangqinggu is one of the nine sects of the immortal sect.

In the previous martial arts contest with Yanhuang Kingdom, the Qing Xuzi who was slaughtered by Song Yan in the early stage of foundation establishment was the previous head of this sect. Therefore, the entire Shangqing Valley's disciples were extremely resentful towards Song Yan.

After Qingxuzi's death, his younger brother Qingyan took over as the head, and his Taoist name was changed to Qingyanzi.

"Zi" is a respectful title for the head, and only the head is eligible to add a "Zi" after the dao name.

There are many antique buildings in the valley.

The largest one is Qing Yanzi's residence.

Originally, the vitality of heaven and earth on this island was three to five times stronger than that of other places. After ten days, the vitality of heaven and earth in other places had increased by more than five times, and the vitality of heaven and earth on this island had become even stronger. reached ten times.

This made the immortal cultivators of the nine sects very happy, and they even thought that the era of their immortal cultivators was coming.

Yesterday, the heads of the nine major sects had already gathered for discussion.

The richness of the vitality of the world will also greatly improve their cultivation progress. Therefore, after discussion, each of their sects will focus on training three disciples, so that they can break through to the foundation building stage as soon as possible.

In this way, Xianmen will add 27 new foundations, which can completely sweep Yanhuang Kingdom.

"Brother, in a short time, I can avenge you and kill that little thief Song Yan!"

A venomous light flashed in Qing Yanzi's eyes.

At this moment, Qing Yanzi seemed to sense something, his face changed suddenly, he stood up and looked in a certain direction: "That is... that is the place where Master retreats, could it be...!"

Fifty years ago, Master Ming Xiang, who had reached the peak of the late stage of Foundation Establishment, chose to retreat and break through the Golden Core.

In the beginning, everyone had high expectations for Master Ming Xiang. After all, he was the only cultivator who had reached the late stage of Foundation Establishment within a hundred years.

But ten, twenty years have passed.

Daoist Ming Xiang is still in retreat, except for him and senior brother Qing Xuzi who are still paying attention to this matter, others have almost forgotten him.

Thirty years have passed in the blink of an eye.

They who had hoped for Master were also disappointed, and even wanted to knock on the retreat to see what happened to Master?

But Master Ming Xiang had told them before retreating that no one was allowed to disturb him unless he left the retreat by himself.

Forty years later, their brothers and sisters have completely given up hope.

When Mingxiang Daoist retreated for fifty years and hadn't come out yet, Qing Xuzi and Qing Yanzi even asserted that the master might have sat down in the retreat, which made them very sad, but they didn't rush to open the retreat, but That place became the forbidden area of ​​Shangqing Valley, and no disciples were allowed to approach it.

But today, Qing Yanzi sensed a powerful aura coming from the retreat.

Although fifty years had passed, he could vaguely tell that that aura belonged to their master Ming Xiangren.

Thinking of this, he flew towards the retreat with great joy.

Just as he was approaching the retreat, an acre of thick dark clouds suddenly appeared on the originally clear sky, with thunder and lightning flashing on it.

"This... this is Jieyun!"

He has read the ancient scrolls, and after condensing the golden core from the foundation builder, there will be nine thunder disasters.

Only by crossing over can you become a real Jindan cultivator.

If you can't get through, you will be out of your wits.

For a moment, he couldn't help but squeezed his fist, and secretly said: "Master, you must survive the thunder disaster!"

really.

In the next half an hour, the robbery cloud in the sky became thicker and darker, as if it was about to drip water.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a black thunderbolt with thick fists fell from the sky and bombarded the real person Ming Xiang's retreat.

The terrifying power forced Qing Yanzi to retreat several tens of meters before he could manage to stabilize his figure.

At the same time, the disciples of Shangqing Valley also came in this direction.

"Back! Get out of here!"

In order to prevent his disciples from being affected, Qing Yanzi hastily shouted.

"Master, what's going on? Why?"

A young man asked, he is Qing Yanzi's apprentice, and he is also one of the disciples that Shang Qinggu plans to focus on training this time.

"Don't ask, it's not time for you to know!"

"yes!"

There was a strong curiosity in the other party's eyes, but he still didn't ask any more questions.

"Boom!"

At this moment, there was a loud noise, but it was the place where Ming Xiang Zhenren retreated and collapsed.

"Not good, Master!" Qing Yanzi couldn't help shouting worriedly.

But at this moment, a figure with layers of blue light shot up into the sky, standing in the air.

The other party was wearing a green robe, with a handsome face, and looked to be only in his early twenties, exuding an extremely powerful aura from his whole body, which made all Shangqinggu disciples including Qing Yanzi daunting.

"Master!"

The next moment, Qing Yanzi prostrated himself on the ground with excitement written all over his face.

The other party glanced at it, and then showed a smile: "Stay away, wait for the teacher to survive the thunder disaster!"

The other party's tone was very calm, but there was an inexplicable sense of tranquility in people's ears. Qing Yanzi, who was originally worried that the real Ming Xiang would not be able to survive the thunder disaster, couldn't help but feel more confident.

at this time.

"Boom!"

But the second thunder came down from the sky mixed with Huo Huo Tianwei, and hit the real person Ming Xiang heavily. Judging from the power, the second thunder was much stronger than the first.

However, the thunder light dissipated quickly, and Ming Xiang was still floating in the air, with a handsome figure, his robes fluttering around, but there was no damage at all, and the expression on his face was also very relaxed.

For a moment, Qing Yanzi's confidence in him doubled again.

"Boom! Boom!"

The third and fourth thunders fell one after another. This time, Master Ming Xiang was not so calm, and even his black hair was slightly blown up.

"Boom!"

The fifth thunder fell, and a multicolored folding fan was placed on top of the real person Ming Xiang. The fan opened, releasing a multicolored light shield, covering the real person Ming Xiang.

Therefore, the next few thunderstorms did not hurt him.

It was only when the eighth thunderbolt fell that the brilliance of the colorful folding fan was slightly dimmed.

"There is only one last one left!"

Qing Yanzi counted silently, staring at the figure in midair without blinking.