Chapter 1554 [Prehistoric Realm]

1554

But since he agreed, Meng Daozhang still didn't procrastinate, and left as soon as he said it.

Yang Chen secretly sent a message to Banruo, asking her to continue to control the secular Meng family, and to tell Lin Ruoxi and the others about her going to Honghuangmen. Banruo was a little worried, but she could only obediently continue to perform the task.

In the blink of an eye, Ten Thousand Mountains came to the Tianshan Mountains, which are covered with snow all the year round.

With Yang Chen around, Meng Daozhang and his party were a little timid, and they didn't make a sound along the way.

After arriving at a seemingly ordinary sky above the mountain range, Meng Daozhang took out a black token engraved with golden runes, activated his true essence, and reflected a huge pale gold rune in midair.

Then, a space door opened.

In the sky, through this gate, one can strangely see a dim yellow desolate Gobi Desert inside.

"Please come in, Mr. Yang", Meng Daozhang felt a little more at ease at this time, probably because he entered his own territory and had a backbone.

Yang Chen stepped into the prehistoric territory, and after the others entered one after another, the door behind him was also closed.

Yang Chen frowned. Although the density of aura in this prehistoric land is slightly thicker than that of the outside world, it is completely incomparable with the illusion. Moreover, as far as the eye can see, most of the places are Gobi desert, with sparse plants and flying sand and stones. Conditions bad.

Compared with the place where Hongmeng and the Yinshi family lived, with blue sky, clear water, singing birds and fragrant flowers, it seems that this place is really a place where prisoners are exiled.

Under the leadership of Meng Daozhang, Yang Chen flew to the northern part of the desert with a group of people.

"This is the vast desert on the outskirts, with scarce water and resources. Most of us, the Demon Sect and the Demon Sect, live in the Great Wild Lake Generation in the central area.

There is the largest water source, and three main rivers extend out. Only the areas along the rivers have forests suitable for cultivation and living. " Meng Daozhang introduced.

Yang Chen asked curiously: "Are any of you, have you ever been to an illusion?"

Meng Daozhang and the others were taken aback for a moment, then shook their heads.

"Master Yang, Honghuangmen and Hongmeng have never had anything to do with each other. If we send people to the illusion, it will easily lead to disaster," Chen Yijin said.

Yang Chen sighed in his heart, if this group of guys had been to the illusion, and then came to see the place where he lived, they would have been extremely unbalanced.

After half a cup of tea, the scenery ahead has gradually turned into woodland and some hills, and rivers and small lakes have also appeared one after another.

Gradually, the number of monks and monster races also increased, but most of them did not dare to get close to Meng Daozhang and others, just because the black robe with golden patterns was the outfit of the Meng Patriarch Association, and ordinary people in the wilderness would not dare to offend.

Along the way, the most encountered are some monsters with obvious cultivation. These monsters have not yet transformed into human form, but they have already opened their spiritual intelligence. This is a bit like the scene in the Ten Thousand Monsters Realm.

Although it feels a little pitiful for these guys to be locked up here, it is hard for Yang Chen to imagine what it will be like if these monsters are not restrained and enter the current human society. I am afraid that the world will be in chaos. It is really vulnerable, only to be eaten.

The ancestors of human beings, those ancient immortals, probably also realized that it is impossible to have the best of both worlds, so they subdued those beasts one by one, and created the Myriad Monster Realm and the Great Desolation Realm to separate races in different spaces.

When he reached the central area of ​​the Great Desolation Realm, Yang Chen was a little surprised by the scene that appeared.

Here, it is actually a city similar to ancient China!

Combining the architectural features of many dynasties, there are two huge palaces on the east and west sides. The palace on the east is gorgeous in style, while the palace on the west is dark in color.

The same goes for the extension, the east half of the city looks quite beautiful, with a variety of pavilions and pavilions, while the west is stable and old-fashioned, without much color.

Because of the relationship with the outside world, the roads and buildings in the city are neatly and reasonably divided row upon row. Many monster races and demon cultivators live in the city, but they live quite leisurely.

"Although the secular Meng family is a branch of our Meng family, it is also the bridgehead shared by the Yaomen and the Demon Sect in the outside world. Therefore, any matter involving the secular Meng family must be considered by the Yaomen.

In fact, the governance of the entire prehistoric land was decided jointly by both parties. Before that, we, Demon Sect, planned to modernize the prehistoric land by introducing wind power and hydroelectric power generation technologies from the secular world, building business districts and financial districts, and finding ways to connect them. External network signals, etc.

But later, Yaomen objected, thinking that it would not have much practical effect on most demon cultivators, and would easily cause some young people to rebel, so they did not reach a consensus..."

Yang Chen listened to Meng Daozhang's simple narration, and he also had a general idea of ​​the demon cultivators and demon cultivators in this world. It seems that there is indeed a certain gap between them and Hongmeng. Even after tens of thousands of years, they have not recovered their vitality.

It is not difficult for Hongmeng to contact the outside world, but in the prehistoric realm, the only way to get in touch is through the secular family of the Meng family. It can be seen how cautious the two factions of the prehistoric sect are.

After arriving at the west palace, Meng Daozhang led the way, and the group landed on a high platform in the palace.

Meng Daozhang asked the others to retreat, and then said to Yang Chen: "Young Master Yang, I will take you in to meet our patriarch and fellow elders. Before that, can you return my family's spiritual treasure to the old man? The old and the old have a business."

"What's the rush, isn't it the same if you give things sooner or later? You can't lose them here. I've already run to your base camp. Still don't trust me? Are you afraid that I won't be able to escape?" Yang Chen said perfunctorily.

Are you kidding, even if you don't know how to use it, it's still a treasure, Yang Chen didn't intend to return it easily, the purpose of coming here hasn't been achieved, so you want him to hand it over? That's not the style of Mr. Yang.

Meng Daozhang knew that this kid was acting like a rascal because of his high cultivation, but he couldn't do anything about it, so he turned around and walked into the palace resentfully, thinking to himself if this is not a robber, what is it?

The architectural style of this palace is somewhat similar to the Potala Palace in the Tibetan area, but it is relatively more magnificent, after all, it was built by monks.

Walking into the palace, there are monks above the transformation stage guarding them all the way. When they see Meng Daozhang, they can pack their luggage one by one, but they are a little suspicious of the strange Yang Chen.

When Meng Daozhang returned to the door, someone had already reported that in a huge conference hall on the highest floor in the middle of the palace, the head of the Meng family, the main patriarchs of the other several lines of demon sects, and the members of the Presbyterian Church had all been waiting one by one. With the arrival of him and Yang Chen.

Walking into the huge conference hall, Yang Chen immediately found that hundreds of pairs of eyes were on him.

This is a huge circular venue, covering a total of seven to eight hundred square meters, and in all directions, there are layers of high platforms, giving dignified and solemn coercion to the people standing below.

On the high platform, a large number of men, women and children in black robes, as well as many monks in robes of other colors, sat around there.

On an eye-catching high platform directly opposite, there are more than a dozen masters whose cultivation bases are above the early stage of weak water.

And a man in the middle, with short black hair, handsome face, burly figure, wearing a dazzling purple robe, the pattern on it is white gold, the most special.

Yang Chen frowned. Before he came in just now, he had already noticed that there were a lot of masters inside. There were at least fifteen of them above the Weak Water Stage, and this purple-robed man was at least at the mid-stage of Taiqing Divine Thunder Tribulation.

Fortunately, Yang Chen didn't find that other people had a cultivation level higher than Taiqing Shenleijie, otherwise he might be really in danger coming here.

"Report to the patriarch, this person is Yang Chen, and our clan spirit treasure is in his hands. He claimed to have important information to see the sect master, so... I will bring it," Meng Daozhang reported respectfully.

The purple-robed man nodded and smiled politely, "Elder Daozhang has worked hard, go back to your seat."

Meng Daozhang saw that he had no intention of blaming him, so he quickly flew back to his seat.

"My name is Meng Zike, and I am the current head of the Meng family, and also the head of the Demon Sect in Honghuangmen." Meng Zike introduced himself to Yang Chen with a smile.

Yang Chen was a little surprised, but the patriarch of the Meng family had a good temper, and said calmly: "Master Zike, who I am, I think you already know it very well, so I won't introduce much. I'm here today, mainly..."

Before Yang Chen could continue, a violent voice interrupted his words.

"Evil thief! The patriarch's name is also something you can call directly!? Hurry up and hand over my clan spirit treasure!!"

A middle-aged burly monk with a mustache and high forehead suddenly stood up from the long row, pointed at Yang Chen and yelled.