Chapter 2153 Opportunity

Puji personally sent Liang Yan out of the Taoist temple.

Liang Yan said goodbye, activated the escape light, and gradually moved away from the entrance of the Dao League. It didn't take long before he landed on the mainland of Dongyun Lingzhou.

"We finally entered Dongyun Lingzhou!"

Liang Yan sighed in his heart.

He had been wandering on the boundless sea for twenty years with a few disciples. There was another episode just now. Fortunately, there was no accident in the end and he still set foot on the land of Dongyun Lingzhou.

The seven disciples were all a little excited.

Li Xiran concentrated on sensing for a moment, then said in deep thought: "The spiritual energy here seems to be richer than that of Antarctic Fairy Continent, but it's almost the same."

"I wonder what sects there are in Dongyun Lingzhou, and what are the sword cultivators here like?" Leng Kuangsheng was gearing up, looking eager to try.

"You stop causing trouble and let Master worry less." Li Mobai glared at him.

Although Xiong Yuer, Gu Xingyun and others did not speak, they looked around with curious eyes.

"Where should we go first..."

Liang Yan was also a little undecided at this time.

He came to Dongyun Lingzhou to pursue a higher realm of swordsmanship, but he did not expect that the two major sword sects here had joined the Dao League and the Confucian League respectively.

As a result, no matter which sect he goes to, he will easily get involved in the dispute between Taoism and Confucianism.

Liang Yan, who had just escaped from the catastrophe of heaven and earth, didn't want to be involved in the whirlpool again so soon. Besides, the place was unfamiliar to him, so even if he had to make a choice, it wouldn't be now.

Thinking of this, Liang Yan took out the map presented by Pu Ji.

"Hmm... the nearest cultivation city is Liuli City, which belongs to the forces of the Confucian League. There are large-scale markets and exchange meetings in the city. Why not go here to find out the news and then make the next step?"

Just when Liang Yan was thinking secretly, an old voice suddenly sounded in his heart:

"Go to Yunmeng Mountain."

Hearing this voice, Liang Yan's heart moved, and his eyes showed surprise.

Because the person speaking was actually the old tree spirit who had been silent in Taixuhu for many years!

After many years, this person spoke again, but Liang Yan was a little unsure of his thoughts.

"Senior Tree Spirit, why do you say this?"

Although Liang Yan's cultivation level was no longer the same as before, he still habitually called the old man "senior".

"There is a great opportunity there..." The voice of the old tree spirit was ethereal, as if he was talking to him in a dream.

Liang Yan's heart moved: "Senior, can you explain it in more detail?"

"There is a hidden spiritual vein in the Yunmeng Mountains. There is a treasure with wood attributes in the spiritual vein. Only I can sense its aura..."

"Do wood-type treasures have any effect?" Liang Yan asked.

"I can help you upgrade the Taixu Gourd so that this magic weapon can exert its due combat power." The old tree spirit said leisurely.

"Upgrade Taixu Gourd!"

Liang Yan's eyes showed excitement.

The magic weapon of Taixu Gourd is the fusion of "Xiaojiu" and the sacred tree. It is an extraordinary thing.

But all this time, it only existed as a sword pouch, helping Liang Yan raise five sword pills.

After Liang Yan entered the Jianxin realm, he could rely on the Jianxin universe in his body to warm the Jianwan. He no longer needed the Taixu gourd, which turned into an ordinary space magic weapon.

Therefore, when he heard the old tree spirit saying that this treasure could be upgraded, he was inevitably a little excited.

"Senior, what do you mean...as long as you get the opportunity in the Yunmeng Mountains, you can upgrade the Taixu Gourd so that it can also be used in battle?"

"Not bad." The old tree spirit's answer was very affirmative.

"The treasure is so deeply hidden that only my innate magical power can detect it. Go quickly, keep a low profile as much as possible, and don't cause too much trouble."

The old tree spirit's voice became softer and softer, and finally he cut off contact with Liang Yan again.

This is not surprising.

The relationship between him and Liang Yan is somewhat special. The two parties only cooperate and have no subordinates.

Liang Yan didn't care about it either.

He looked at the map and quickly found the location of Yunmeng Mountain on it.

This is actually a gray neutral area that belongs to neither the Taoist League nor the Confucian League.

Liang Yan looked at the map carefully and found that the distance was still quite far. Even if he flew at full strength, it would take more than two years. If he could use Liulicheng's teleportation circle, this time could be shortened to three months.

Thinking of this, he put away the map and said to the seven disciples: "I have decided to become a teacher. You all come with me."

Of course Li Xiran and others had no objections and nodded in agreement.

The group of people soon arrived at Liuli City.

This city is a remote town with a small population, but there are more than 200,000 people. The city owner is a monk who has overcome disasters.

In the center of the city, in front of a glazed pagoda.

"What? You want to use the teleportation circle? No, no! The teleportation circle is opened once a month, and it's not the time yet."

The two Jindan realm guards rejected Liang Yan's request to use the teleportation circle.

At this moment, a ray of light came flying through the air.

"You can't be rude!"

Before he finished speaking, a middle-aged Confucian scholar had fallen from the sky and landed in the center of the square.

This man has a fair face and no beard, is tall and thin, and has bright eyes.

As soon as he saw Liang Yan, he cupped his hands and said with a smile: "I am Chen Xiu, the lord of Liuli City. I have no control over you and I bumped into fellow Taoist. Please don't be the same as them."

While speaking, his eyes looked back and forth on Liang Yan and others.

Liang Yan smiled slightly: "No problem, it's just that I want to use your city's teleportation circle. Can the city lord please be accommodating?"

Chen Xiu looked embarrassed and said slowly: "This matter is not easy to handle. Opening the teleportation circle requires a lot of resources, so it is stipulated that it should only be opened on the fifth day of every month, and at least a hundred people must be teleported each time, otherwise it will be a loss. "

Liang Yan smiled and said: "I will definitely not make it difficult for the City Lord. I have some resources here. Are you satisfied with it?"

With that said, he took out a storage ring from his sleeve and threw it towards Chen Xiu.

Chen Xiu stretched out his hand to take it, swept his consciousness inward, and his expression suddenly changed slightly.

"this……"

"What? Aren't these resources enough to activate the teleportation circle?" Liang Yan said with a smile.

"Enough, enough!"

Chen Xiu chuckled and put the storage ring into his sleeve.

"Since fellow Taoist is willing to bear all the costs of teleporting the magic circle, I will make an exception to open it for you. However, Chen is a little curious and wonders which sect your friend comes from? What is his name?"

Liang Yan said calmly: "My Taoist name is 'Tianxie Demon Lord'. He is neither Confucianism nor Taoism. He is a casual cultivator."

"It turns out to be fellow Taoist Tianxie. I'm glad to meet you."

After Chen Xiu finished speaking, he waved his hand and said to the two monks next to him: "Go and open the teleportation circle and send fellow Taoist Tianxie away."

"yes!"

The two people took the order, came to Liang Yan, and made a "please" gesture.

Liang Yan smiled slightly and followed the two of them into the Linglong Pagoda.

I saw a huge teleportation circle inside, surrounded by spiritual stones of various attributes, and the top of the tower was filled with rich space power.

Liang Yan remained calm and carefully checked for a moment with his spiritual consciousness, confirming that there was nothing wrong with the teleportation circle.

"Senior Tianxie, please stand on the magic circle."

Chen Xiu's men were quickly prepared.

Liang Yan nodded and stood on the magic circle with Li Xiran, Xiong Yuer and others.

The two people fired several spells toward the end of the formation, and then placed another token.

In an instant, the power of space swept out, and dazzling white light surrounded Liang Yan and the seven disciples. The entire pagoda began to shake, making a loud "rumbling" sound.

brush!

With a flash of white light, Liang Yan and the seven disciples disappeared.

Outside the Glazed Tower.

Chen Xiu clasped his hands behind his back and watched the white light in the tower gradually disappear, with a look of contemplation on his face.

The previous guard at the Golden Core Realm was a little confused and asked: "City Lord, you are a cultivator at the Transformation Tribulation Realm, why are you so respectful to this person?"

"Humph, what do you know!"

Chen Xiu glanced at the two of them and said in a deep voice: "This man is by no means simple. Among the seven people following him, two of them are in the late stage of Tongxuan!"

"Late stage of Tongxuan?"

The two guards looked at each other and said hesitantly: "That is far different from the city lord..."

"Idiot! With your naked eyes, how can you see how powerful this person is? Don't make decisions on your own in the future, otherwise I won't let you off lightly!"

Chen Xiu gave a sharp shout, which frightened both of them so much that they turned pale and said, "Don't dare."

"snort!"

Chen Xiu turned and left.

In his sleeve, there is a green snake, which is trembling...

…………

Three months later.

On the boundless grassland, several rays of light came through the sky.

The first person, wearing a long gray gown, was Liang Yan.

"Ahead is the Yunmeng Mountain Range."

He put away the map and looked into the distance.

I saw a undulating mountain range hidden in the clouds and mist. The clouds and mist curled up, sometimes like dancing veils, sometimes like rolling waves, which were unpredictable.

But it is said that Yunmeng Mountain is shrouded in clouds all year round, and the scenery in the mountain is dreamlike, as if entering a fantasyland, hence the name.

"Senior, is the treasure in this mountain range?" Liang Yan asked via voice message.

"Can't be wrong."

The voice of the old tree spirit rang out in his sea of ​​consciousness: "Fly six thousand miles to the southeast and you will see a green peak surrounded by nine peaks. That's where it is."

"good."

Liang Yan responded in his heart, without hesitation, and flew towards the southeast with his seven disciples.

Soon, they entered the Yunmeng Mountain Range, surrounded by clouds and mist, which was like a dream and had a hazy beauty.

If a monk below the Golden Core realm enters this mountain range, without the guidance of treasures, he is likely to get lost here.

But to Liang Yan, these unpredictable clouds are just some scenery.

Not long after, Liang Yan saw a towering mountain peak reaching into the clouds. As the old tree spirit said, it was surrounded by nine peaks.

"This is the energy stored in the Nine Peaks. Only this kind of terrain can give birth to the treasure, and only this kind of terrain can hide it..." The voice of the old tree spirit sounded again.

Liang Yan nodded silently.

But he soon frowned because there was actually the sound of fighting coming from the front.

Liang Yan used his spiritual consciousness to scan and found that there were two factions of monks fighting among the nine peaks. The realms of the two factions of monks were not high. Most of them were in the Golden Core realm, and only a few were in the Tongxuan realm.

The fighting was very fierce, and various spells were used in endlessly. In just a moment, two Jindan realm monks died, and their bodies fell into the woods below.

Liang Yan had no interest in this level of fighting.

He only took a few glances and found that the spells practiced by these monks were very complex. It seemed that there were not just two sects, but monks from multiple sects divided into two camps.

"It seems that Pu Ji is right. There is no order in the gray area. The sects attack each other and wars become common. There is no reason to argue in a place like this. Strength is the strongest principle."

Thinking of this, Liang Yan said calmly: "Qingruo, the master wants to be quiet, you go and get rid of these people."

"Yes!"

Bai Qingruo bowed and accepted the order, pinched a magic formula, and turned into a light from the sky.

In the battlefield below, the cultivators of both factions were killing red-eyed, and all kinds of magical powers were dazzling. Some people even used all the means at the bottom of the box.

Among them, there were four cultivators in the early stage of Tongxuan, namely a woman in a red skirt, a white-haired old man, a middle-aged scholar, and a one-armed man.

These four people fought chaotically, seemingly divided into two factions, but in fact they were wary of each other, and no one dared to trust anyone.

"Haha, fellow Daoist Lingxuan, why struggle anymore? The discussion of the three sects is a foregone conclusion. You have no future. It is better to abandon the dark and join the light. For the sake of our past friendship, I can still say a few good words for you!"

The white-haired old man smiled, and while fighting, he looked at the woman in the red skirt with ill eyes.

The woman in red dress was very angry with him, and said in a hateful voice: "The open and secret struggles between the upper sects are beyond the control of our Menghua Sect, but if you want our disciples to bow down and serve you like a cow or a horse, forget it!"

"If you don't surrender, you will die!"

The one-armed man had a sinister look on his face and swung his palm fiercely.

The black wind roared and turned into a pitch-black ghost hand, grabbing the woman in red dress.

The female cultivator had to use her magic power to condense three enchanting red flowers on her head, and held the ghost hand of the one-armed man tightly.

The collision of the two magic powers burst out a vortex of red and black, crushing the nearby rocks into powder.

Seeing that the stalemate was unresolved, the white-haired old man suddenly laughed grimly, took out a yellow bamboo flute from his back, put it to his mouth and blew it gently.

The air hole of the bamboo flute immediately brushed out seven rays of light, dancing like an eel in the air, and soon came behind the red-clothed female cultivator and drilled through her protective aura.

"Be careful!"

The middle-aged scholar saw this and hurriedly waved his sleeves, shooting out a lightning as thick as a water jar from his sleeves, trying to stop the white-haired old man's magic.

The two people's magic power collided, stirring up layers of smoke in the air.

Both sides have been fighting until now, and they have used all their strength. It is time to decide life and death!

But at this moment, a white sword light fell from the sky.

The first to bear the brunt were the red-clothed female cultivator and the one-armed man. The demon flowers and ghost claws condensed by their magic power were instantly chopped off. The two retreated at the same time and spit out blood at the same time.

At the same time, the white sword light rolled up in place, and the sword energy danced like a spirit snake, and soon broke the magic of the middle-aged scholar and the white-haired old man.

The four Tongxuan Zhenjun were forcibly separated and had to stop.

"Who?"

The four were all startled and looked up almost at the same time.

I saw a gentle female cultivator in white clothes falling from the sky and landing in the middle of the battlefield...