Chapter 886: A New Chapter: The Land of Thousands of Races

This otherworldly place is not ethereal, real and vivid, and the mountains are not majestic and tall, much like a quiet mountain seen in this world.

Wang Xuan changed the appearance of the demon king Kong Xuan, and the temperament of the primordial spirit is naturally different, but the wildness is not diminished. Sun Wukong is also an unruly generation, but he is much quieter in this place.

He didn't come here to fight, on the contrary, he wanted to be as peaceful as possible. All he wanted now was the identity of Monkey King.

At this time, his black hair was naturally loose, and he was full of heroism, with sword-shaped eyebrows and shining eyes.

He was dressed in white, and he was quite quiet, exuding a dash of unearthly charm, restraining the sharpness that Monkey King should have, and his figure was tall and straight.

He didn't carry a black iron rod on his back. After a little adjustment, his brows became a little more peaceful, less aggressive and aggressive, and more charmed by exiles.

The mountain road is not wide, accompanied by thorns, a little barren, the wild flowers are fragrant, and the hazelnuts are not yet ripe, but they have attracted birds to peck and chirp.

Wang Xuan didn't see the sacred tree, the fairy bud, and the grass and trees are very common. There are wild sour jujube trees beside the road, and there are even a lot of wormwood.

If it is in the wild in the real world, this is normal, but here is outside the world, suspected of being a true holy dojo, returning to the basics too much.

He was a little suspicious of the mobile phone's judgment.

In order to show respect, he didn't fly, but walked along the mountain road, and finally came to the deeper part of the mountain range, and saw some different weather from a distance.

It was a slightly chaotic and misty mountain, still not high, and some parts were even shorter, but it was obviously different, flowing Daoyun.

This is indeed a dojo, very large, covering an extremely wide area, located deep in the mountains, the height of the mountain is similar to the surrounding, but the atmosphere is completely different.

It can even be said that in the depths of the mountains, this place seems out of place and has not been integrated into the general environment.

"A dojo, the mountain is not high, similar to the surroundings, but very mysterious, as if it was transported from elsewhere and hidden here." This is Wang Xuan's judgment.

He asked the strange thing on the phone, can you just walk over like this? This orthodoxy seems to be deliberately avoiding the world.

"It's not completely hidden. Since it can be discovered and seen, it can be regarded as half-hidden at best." Said the strange thing on the phone.

It completely suppressed its aura, and became more and more ordinary. Hiding in the bracelet made of battleships, it was somewhat afraid, fearing that some old bastard would set up a trap.

Now, it speaks directly in Wang Xuan's heart.

Such a large ashram is relatively clean.

In Wang Xuan's perception, the True Sage Daoist Hall hangs high above the world, with countless disciples, clouds of masters, and forests of strong ones, so it must be extremely prosperous, but this place is a little deserted.

But if you look carefully, there are actually not very few transcendents in the mountains, but they lack the grand scene that should be, and they don't have such a strong aura.

According to a few legends in the present world, this kind of place is often a phenomenon that pierces the heavens and the earth, such as the chaos surrounded by thunder, the shadow of the dojo, the orderly birds flying across the sky, and the inspection of the mountain gate.

"There are actually not too few people, but there is a sense of bleakness, giving people the illusion that it has been deserted for a long time."

In this kind of place, it is naturally impossible for Wang Xuan to speak, but to communicate with the strange thing on the phone in his heart.

"You want to say that this place is a bit run down, not grand enough, it doesn't look like the highest place in the sky, right?"

"Yes, that's what it means." Wang Xuan nodded.

In the mountain gate, someone had discovered him long ago.

Although the distance is still far away, and he uses the spiritual eye to observe carefully, but this kind of place is unfathomable, as long as there are outsiders prying and approaching, they can be noticed.

Someone came out and stood outside the mountain gate, staring at him from a distance.

"This is...!" Finally, the mobile phone sensed something strange, quite surprised, and knew why there was such a sense of familiarity, and it recognized where it was.

"Who is here?" Someone asked in front of the mountain gate, walking out slowly, driving the chaotic mist in the dojo, which was really different from the outside.

Wang Xuan shrunk his ground into an inch, approached a little, cupped his fists and said: "A place outside the world, Sun Wukong, the descendant of Huaguo Mountain, is on his way to the precious land, and he is here to pay homage to the mountain."

The young man frowned, because he was very unfamiliar with Huaguo Mountain, and after thinking about it, he couldn't remember which ashram it was.

Wang Xuan had to explain himself: "Huaguo Mountain, a new saint was born in this era, and the dojo that escapes the world may not have been heard of."

It can only be said that Huaguo Mountain is not famous enough, at least the people in this dojo seem to have never heard of it.

"Jiu Yang!" The young man nodded his conscience.

Soon, he told him very calmly that the Chongxiao Palace was resting and recuperating, avoiding disasters, staying out of the world, staying in a semi-hidden state, and not receiving visitors.

"Hiss!" Even though the mobile phone strange thing is usually as stable as an old dog, it restrains itself now, but it still secretly sucks a mouthful of extraordinary factors.

"It really is this place, it's still there!" It sighed, as if caught in a long memory, with some emotional turmoil.

"Riddler, tell me quickly, what's the situation?" Wang Xuan urged in his heart, knowing where it is is the only way to better respond and communicate.

Even he, an outsider, felt that something was wrong with this place, it didn't look like a normal True Saint Ashram, it should have a tortuous past and stories.

"Chongxiao Temple was destroyed a long time ago," said the strange thing on the phone.

Just this sentence made Wang Xuan startled. This is a ruin, not the place where the true saint lives?

"No wonder it's so quiet and desolate. The name Chongxiaodian seems a bit aloof and cold." Wang Xuan said in his heart.

The strange thing on the mobile phone said: "You have never seen the grand occasion in the past. The era when the Chongxiao Palace reigned in the Transcendent Universe. Thousands of races came to court. The momentum is too grand. It is obviously outside the world, but the popularity still breaks through the sky."

"How long ago was this?" Wang Xuan asked.

"This is a relatively ancient orthodoxy. It has been extinguished for the sixth century. It is not easy to expect it to reappear in this life. Could it be that there is a new sage, or is it that someone has resurrected the soul and wants to recover?"

After Wang Xuan heard about it, he was quite shocked. It was the sixth period again. He was more sensitive to this number, but this time it was after the extinguishment.

It is natural for them to talk in their hearts in an instant.

Outside, a young man stood on the high ground in front of the mountain gate, looked over and said, "Please go back!"

He was unsmiling, with a serious expression on his face.

Wang Xuan said: "Senior brother, I have traveled around the world and found this place by accident. I never thought that it is the Chongxiao Palace, which is astonishing in the past. I have admired it for many years, and I really want to worship the mountain."

He was low-key, sincere, and humble, and it was impossible to leave like this.

"The decline of the mountain gate is just in recovery, and it was not when my teacher was born. Please go back." The young man said coldly.

But in the depths of his eyes, there is a kind of self-confidence, and there is a flame beating. Obviously, the disciples of this sect are also looking forward to the day when Taoism will reappear in the world.

"Hey, could it be possible that the Chongxiao Palace can really return, and want to raise it high again, who is the true saint in this life?" The strange thing on the phone was surprised.

It stared at the dojo carefully, and said: "Although it occupies a large area, this place is only a part of the Chongxiao Temple back then, and some Taoist mountains were intercepted."

"You seem to attach great importance to Chongxiao Palace?" Wang Xuan asked in his heart.

The mobile phone wonder said: "It's not just me, other true saints, super prohibited items, if they know about them, they will definitely be moved. The main reason is that the Lord of the Chongxiao Temple was too powerful back then."

Six centuries have passed since this dojo was even destroyed, and its active age is naturally longer. It has shaken one great era after another, and entered one piece after another of new extraordinary central universes.

The strange thing on the phone said: "Didn't you ask, and no one would tear up the must-kill list? In fact, the Lord of Chongxiao Palace had this idea back then, and he did the same."

Wang Xuan was surprised, did such a person really exist?

The master of the Chongxiao Temple back then, this true saint was on the must-kill list.

Then this fierce man fought and killed all the way, tearing apart the extraordinary universe with his sword energy, and grabbed the must-kill list. He not only crossed out his name, but also swung the sword in his hand with all his strength, smashing the list with difficulty !

"However, it's a pity that the list was restored in the end. He survived that era safely, but in the next era, he was on the list again. This time he searched everywhere, but couldn't find the must-kill list. In the end, his blood splashed across the stars. Dead, the dojo is torn apart."

Wang Xuan marveled secretly. Although it was only a few simple words, one can imagine how magnificent and exciting the great era in the past was. The true sage roars, fighting all enemies with the sword in his hand. In the world of great battles, there will be the most passionate confrontation. Perhaps even super-transformed prohibited items will be shot. It is naturally not easy for those who can make a name in such a big environment. Absolutely Belongs to fierce people.

"This Chongxiao Temple is stronger than I imagined." Wang Xuan said in his heart.

The strange thing on the phone said: "Naturally, the owner of this dojo is known as the Old Sage, the first sword in the universe of the Transcendence Center. Even if the Old Sage is resurrected with a sword, you have to fight to know which one is weaker and which one is stronger."

"The revival of this place is no small matter. It used to be a place where thousands of people pay tribute, so it should be taken seriously." The mobile phone strange thing reminded, it is also very strange, how can a fire be ignited in a place of ashes, and it looks like A new saint appeared.

After Wang Xuan figured out what this place was, he finished communicating with the strange thing on his phone and looked towards the mountain gate on the high ground ahead.

Here, he couldn't be belligerent, not because he was afraid, but because he suspected that Fairy Sword was here, so his posture was not high, he was quite humble, and he didn't leave.

The young man said: "We are sword cultivators. If you insist on worshiping the mountain gate, you must entertain us with our etiquette and make friends with the sword!"

At this moment, three more men and women walked out of the mountain gate, with the same serious faces and no smiles, like the divine sword that has been sacrificed all year round, with a restrained edge.

Wang Xuan frowned, he deliberately put away the "unruly" that Sun Wukong should have, more like a banishing fairy, but it turned out to be better than a sword? He doesn't want to do that.

At this moment, a Taoist boy hurried over and handed over a note to the four young men and women at the mountain gate. It contained the background of Monkey King and the condition of Huaguo Mountain.

Although this dojo is half-hidden, it is not completely isolated from the world. There are people who walk in the world and understand the dynamics of the world. This is the news for the four people from the door, which is of course very brief.

"The grandson of Huaguoshan?" A woman said, quite surprised, the grandson of the real saint? This kind of person should be very powerful.

Wang Xuan had no expression on his face. If things go on like this, he really will not be able to claim the name of his grandson. This is not the identity and status he wants.

"Please call me Sun Wukong directly." He said calmly, paying attention to the expressions of several people.

However, from the beginning to the end, several people were very serious and indifferent, and there was no change in their faces. Is this the primordial memory of people who have never searched the mother universe? So, don't care about the name.

"I have respect and admiration for Chongxiao Palace. It's really not for the sword competition. In fact, I followed the guidance of a true saint and traveled all the way. I came here by accident." Wang Xuan said.

He didn't know if Jiang Qingyao, the sword fairy, was living here, but he must not offend them now. If Chongxiao Temple became the new teacher of Sword Fairy, it would be a family, so he was always polite.

He continued: "That supreme being looked into the deep space and saw a corner of the trajectory of fate, thinking that I should come here, maybe I will meet fellow travelers on the extraordinary road in this life, and there are very important people here. "

No matter how you understand Wang Xuan's words, it's okay to talk about old people, or say these people in front of you, they are all showing favor to Chongxiao Palace.

"How many times have you broken the limit?" On the opposite side, the female sword cultivator said, she was dressed in green, although she was quite beautiful, she was too cold, like a magic sword frozen in a snowstorm.

"Three times." Wang Xuan said truthfully. Although his real combat power is definitely much stronger than three times, but for him, he is indeed still a step away from breaking the limit four times.

"Let's go." The four young men and women spoke almost at the same time.

Wang Xuan was stunned, what's going on? This is to see off the guests directly, and several people are expressionless.

"Senior brothers and sisters, I really don't have any other thoughts about the Holy Land of the First Sword Dao. After discovering it by accident, I worship the mountain with a sincere heart..." Wang Xuan said nicely.

He felt that these sword cultivators were isolated from the world, a little too inhumane and unhuman.

"You come from Huaguo Mountain. You are a holy grandson. You are one of the most recent bloodlines of the true saints, but you have only broken the limit three times. Walking in the world like this is really... I advise you to return to the mountain gate and practice hard. Otherwise, Your family’s true saint’s face will also be tarnished.”

Jianxiu was so straightforward, telling him the reason in a blunt manner.

Wang Xuan was speechless. Does this mean that he is ignorant and a third-generation ancestor? As the grandson of the supreme being, he only broke the limit three times? Some look down on him.

This was the first time that someone underestimated him so much that even his breaking the limit three times was considered insufficient, and it was for his consideration that he was advised to go back to practice hard and not to embarrass his elders.

Of course, the four of them were not belittling all the three-time limit breakers, but simply felt that his status and his status were too unbearable.

"To be honest, everyone, my family's true sage saw part of the trajectory of fate, and pointed me to come here to find someone. Do you have a disciple named Jiang Qingyao here?"

Wang Xuan didn't hide it anymore, and asked directly.

However, this did not have the desired effect, and it disgusted several people.

"How about you? Open your mouth and shut up, you are the true saint of your family. Walking in the world in his name, this is not good!"

"I advise you, forget about your identity immediately after you go back, and work hard to improve yourself. Your behavior really lowers the style of the true saint's descendants. Let's go!" The glamorous woman in Tsing Yi waved her away people.

"I...!" Wang Xuan couldn't get angry even if he wanted to, and couldn't exert his strength. He was really speechless to be educated as the third generation ancestor.

"Okay, everyone, wait a moment, let me break the limit, right here!" He stepped aside, if a person is not self-reliant, he will be despised, so he just broke the limit four times on the spot.

Put a picture of love, big and small sword fairy (I don't know how long it will be released after the review).

At the same time, Qixi Festival, I hope you will be in pairs, fly alone and get out of singles as soon as possible. I wish you all happiness.