Volume 2: Yun Ji Cang Hai Chapter 767: Shan Chi Ding Ming

Deep pools of clear water, deep vegetation, and ancient pavilions add to the interest, creating a scene like a paradise in a cave.

The word "Chi Ming" on the horizontal plaque of the pavilion probably means to meet the occasion. Just like the Chiming Hall, Yaoming Hall and Xuanming Hall in Daxia Xuantian Wonderland, they are just names. And the two sentences on the pavilion pillars, "The flowing water disappears and the breeze travels everywhere" seem to mean something else. What is the explanation?

The water splashed lightly, and a koi suddenly flashed and sank into the pool.

Lin Yi slowly approached the edge of the pool, his phantom eyes flashing. There are no ponds or koi in front of you, everything is restricted. The withered vines and ancient pavilion are real, but they are also covered with layers of runes.

This magical power can be fake and real! Lin Yi secretly praised and turned to the stone pavilion hidden by the green cover again.

Create a new world in this back-earth pagoda. The immortals back then were so elegant! However, if the flowing water disappears, where is the breeze...? In this virtual landscape, although there is a virtual tranquility and comfort, there is still a lack of sway and randomness...

After a moment of silence, Lin Yi walked forward from the edge of the pool without intending to stay long. The situation behind him remains the same as before, but he has gradually moved away. He is like a lone traveler in the deep mountains, not knowing where he came from or where he is, just looking for his own leisure in this silent world.

Restrictions are everywhere, but the areas with sparse vegetation are no big deal. Lin Yi followed the direction shown on the fairyland map and found a wild path. After passing through this mountain forest, the scenery changed, and a desert blocked his way.

The low skylight is still there, but the desolation in front of you is as far as the eye can see.

Lin Yi turned around and looked behind him, but there was no trace of Wen Baizi and others. But he didn't dare to be careless, and waited for a while before using the wind control technique...

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Half an hour later, a group of monks appeared on the edge of the desert. This group of less than two hundred people were not the nine masters, but disciples from various major immortal sects.

"Hey...where did Master and others go?" A young and beautiful woman in pink clothes stepped out of the crowd, with a sly look on her face that showed a bit of surprise. The two old men on the side looked at the distance, and the slightly taller one muttered: "A family can feed all kinds of people, and the same goes for strangers traveling together..."

"Hee hee! Although Senior Brother Kong Xuan's words have profound implications, they make Chenzi feel confused!" The woman teased, and then said: "Are you saying that because of the change in the restriction, the situation is completely different...? "

The two old men looked at each other and smiled awkwardly. Na Kongxuan said helplessly: "Junior sister is very smart..." Before he could finish his words, someone came closer and cupped his hands and said: "Shenzhoumen Ningyuan, I have seen Hua Chenzi and two fellow Taoists. …”

Hearing the sound, Hua Chenzi and the two senior brothers turned around and looked. Dozens of disciples from the Shenzhou Sect came closer, and the leader was Ning Yuan, Wen Xuanzi's disciple.

The three brothers and sisters were convinced, and they brought twenty or thirty people from the Tiandao Sect to greet the visitors. Ning Yuan turned around and left, and greeted the other disciples of the Immortal Sect respectively. After making a circle, he turned back again. Then, the crowd faintly divided into three groups. The disciples of Shenzhou Sect, Tiandao Sect, Liushen Sect, Mo Sect and Tianxing Sect came together, as if they had a tacit understanding. Seeing the opportunity, the disciples of Daoqi Sect, Zhenwu Sect and Gongliang Sect gathered together in a hurry. Only the more than 20 disciples of Bai'an Sect seemed to be clean and self-sufficient, independent from the major immortal sects.

Some people formed cliques, and the disciples of Bian'anmen were still a little uneasy. One of the middle-aged men paid attention to the situation around him, and said with his beard: "There is no trace of the seniors, and the disciples of each family have no restraint..." At this point, he looked to the side with an inquiring look. The three women said again: "There are a hundred or so people from the Shenzhou sect and the other five families, while the three Daoqi sects only have fifty or sixty disciples. With the huge disparity among the people, it is inevitable that another dispute will arise. If we don't take the opportunity to avoid it, , I’m afraid it will bring disaster to myself..."

One of the three women looked calm and said softly: "What Senior Brother Mingxin said is true. We will leave on our own."

The brothers and sisters talking to each other were Mingxin and Zhiniang, and the other two women were Juanzi and Luer.

Ming Xin seemed to have put aside a worry, nodded heavily, and then told the fellow disciples around him: "Junior sister and I have decided to set off..." After saying this, he took the lead and rushed towards the desert, and the rest of the people rushed to the desert. leave.

Zhi Niang frowned slightly but didn't say much. However, his junior sister Juanzi complained in a low voice: "Humph! Senior brother didn't dare to advocate, so he pulled senior sister..." This was a woman wearing plain clothes and a long skirt, with a face like a full moon and a charming look.

Lu'er on the side was wearing a light-colored long skirt, with a small figure and narrow eyebrows. She smiled softly and said: "Senior sister, you might as well tell me about Fellow Daoist Lin on the way..."

Zhi Niang looked startled, then shook her head slightly. The other two women looked at each other and smiled, then followed the same disciple away...

The actions of the Bai'an Clan disciples did not arouse the concern of the Shenzhou Clan and others. But the three families, Daoqi Clan, Zhenwu Clan and Gongliang Clan a hundred feet away, lost their patience. Following the instructions from the ancient works, fifty or sixty monks rushed towards the desert one after another.

In the blink of an eye, there were still a hundred or ten people left in the same place.

Seeing the three families walking away, Ning Yuan raised his voice and said: "You must not have the intention of harming others, and you must have the intention of guarding against others. We are working together, but we just don't want others to take advantage of us..." The rest of the people knew it well. They stopped lingering and rushed forward one by one using their body skills.

Hua Chenzi walked side by side with his two senior brothers. After Ning Yuan exchanged a few words with his classmates, he approached the three of them and said with a casual smile: "It is said that Junior Sister Hua and Daoyou Lin have a close friendship..."

The senior brothers are all worried about the overt and covert fights in the Xianmen, while Hua Chenzi only thinks about his own family. A Nascent Soul cultivator dares to compete with a senior who has transformed into a god. This is really a sight to behold! I still remember Weiyang Hai back then. You were forced by me to have no way to escape. Unexpectedly, time has passed and an ordinary boy has suddenly become unpredictable.

I thought you were just taking advantage of me, so you gained the magical cultivation in the modron. And not only are your giant axes amazingly powerful, your golden sword is even more powerful! Brat, how many things are you hiding from me? No! I can't let you go...

Hearing someone speaking, Hua Chenzi replied smoothly without looking back: "Ning Yuan, don't take advantage of me!"

Ning Yuan greeted Kong Xuan and Kong Yuan, and said with a disapproving smile: "You are the disciple of Senior Song Yun, and you are only at the middle stage of Yuan Ying. I call you junior sister. There is nothing rude about it... …”

Hua Chenzi suddenly looked back and asked, "Ning Yuan, can you beat Lin Yi?"

Ning Yuan looked embarrassed and said with a wry smile: "The previous battle was witnessed by all. Under the transformation of God, no one can beat Fellow Daoist Lin..." He thought to himself, that Fellow Daoist Lin became famous in one battle! However, the uncle may be the real master behind it!

Hua Chenzi smiled slyly and said, "I have had a life-and-death relationship with that boy for hundreds of years! It doesn't matter if you call me junior sister, but it will put him somewhere..."

Ning Yuan's expression changed, and he shook his head with a smile. How can fellow Taoists of the same generation call each other so respectfully? The other party looked proud. He pretended not to see him and asked: "I still don't know what kind of life-long friendship you have with fellow Taoist Lin. Why don't you tell me and let me see it later..."

Some people on the side became curious, and Kong Xuan among them asked: "That Fellow Daoist Lin claims to be a cultivator of magic, Taoism, and body. He is really an extraordinary person! When did my junior sister have such a close friend..."

"Since Junior Sister has a close relationship with Daoist Lin, do you know the origin of his skills and the origin of his grievances with Dao Qimen..." Kong Yuan, a good-hearted person, also asked a question.

Ning Yuan smiled warmly, and the two senior fellow apprentices joined in the fun. The nearby disciples pricked up their ears, but Hua Chenzi flashed his bright eyes and pretended to be indifferent and said: "Fellow Daoist Lin and I are friends of gentlemen, so it's okay not to mention it... "

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A mountain blocked the only way.

The mountain is no more than a thousand feet high, but it is integrated with the low skylight. There is no grass growing on it, and its whole body is red, just like red flames blazing in the sky, which is very strange. But before it got close, there was a scorching power approaching, which made people stop in surprise.

Stopping at the foot of the mountain, Lin Yicuo was stunned. There is such a place at the end of the desert, just like the end of the sky or the corner of the earth, which makes people panic and find themselves in a dilemma.

There are eighty-one levels of nine realms in the Houtu Tower, so how could it reach the end so easily! And now we have only been away for three days. If we let this delay continue and we are chased and pestered by Wen Baizi and others...

After thinking for a moment, Lin Yi walked forward slowly. The hillside is steep, and crude stone steps lead up to it. After walking no more than two steps, the scorching power was gone like a turbid wave, and there was nothing unusual everywhere. But under the phantom eyes, the restrictions in the place are stable, and there is no serious problem in passing.

Without hesitation, Lin Yi followed the stone steps and walked up step by step. After climbing over a hundred-foot-high hill, he stopped again helplessly and frowned slightly.

What was in front of him was a flat mountain with a radius of several hundred feet, and a huge purple pill furnace stood in the middle. It is more than ten feet in size, with two ears and three legs. It has a simple shape and a powerful momentum. In addition, the alchemy furnace has strange runes engraved on it. The moment he saw it, it seemed as if there was an inexplicable flame approaching, making people feel uneasy and uneasy.

The alchemy furnace is indeed magical, but everything in the fairyland is difficult to distinguish between true and false. There is no need to waste time on this. Crossing this mountain as soon as possible is the right way. Lin Yi calmed down for a moment, but then he got into trouble.

The alchemy furnace was surrounded by densely packed restrictions. Although the mountain flat is spacious, there is no way out.

Reluctantly, Lin Yi checked again, but the situation everywhere was still the same, and it was still difficult to find a restricted gap to pass through. In desperation, he took out the map slip

According to the map of Wonderland, the path we are taking is correct. But there is only one sentence, four words, about the mountain, "mountain is red, tripod is bright..."