The book is very light, and it feels a little warm in your hand. The cover is worn out, and the four big words "Purple Qi comes from the East" on it exudes supreme majesty. Chen Hao nodded and put the book in his arms, and did not read it immediately. He took it apart and took it apart from the gifts given by others in person. This is a very rude thing. He would not have made such a mistake.

He paused and asked, "Elder, the gravity on this purple star is too great, and I don't have enough cultivation. I guess even the magic weapon cannot fly. I don't know how to leave and where to go. Please give me some advice."[]

The old Taoist nodded, reached out and touched the purple jade ring on his thumb. A wide beautiful scroll appeared in his hand out of thin air, with a lot of landscape brush and ink sprinkled on it. The mist was heavy and lifelike. A large purple star hung above the peak, with a undulating terrain on it, with nine dragon-shaped mountains.

Is this the entire Supreme Gate? Chen Hao couldn't help but murmured to himself, Tianyun Peak, Qianxing Pavilion, Wanling Temple, Chongxiantai, Jiujie Valley, Sihai Tower, Xuanzang Tower, and Shenbing Garden. There are small notes next to each mountain on it, which shocked him. Although he admired the superb painting skills on it, he was also puzzled by the intention of the old Taoist to take out this painting. Relatively speaking, the storage ring that opened up space was relatively ordinary.

After all, although these storage accessories are rare, the identity of the other party’s Yuanshen Ancestor is just ordinary. Chen Hao himself has a vast Buddhist land space. Even if he puts the entire fairy mountain inside, it is not crowded at all. Of course, the premise is that he must be prepared to face the pursuit of the first sect in Zhongtu.

The ancestor seemed to have seen through Chen Hao's doubts. He shouted lightly. The six dragons with tattoos on his purple robe's chest suddenly turned around in his surprise. The snake's heads roared together, and each of them spit out a heat flow, impacting the brocade scroll. In an instant, the mountain and the water suddenly felt a sense of agility. The feathers of a crane flying in the air drawn on the scroll trembled slightly, as if they were about to fly out of the ink and wash at any time.

There are thirty-six peaks in the entire fairy mountain. At this time, it was emitting a faint green light on the map. On that day, the main peak of Yun was the most dangerous and towering into the clouds. It was located in the middle of the peaks. It looked at the small mountains. The other peaks also had their own characteristics. Some were like unsheathed swords, some were like gods holding swords, some were hollow inside, like a huge furnace, and some were rugged and strange rocks, like an upside-down bronze bell.

As soon as the old Taoist whispered his sleeves, most of the mountain pavilions disappeared, leaving only two peaks, one formed by a huge rock, which was as flat as a drum, and one was lush and green, with a waterfall falling down.

Chen Hao glanced at these two peaks and saw that the flat ones as drums were marked as Tibetan soldiers. I don’t know if it was taken from the meaning of weapons hiding in the drums, while the lush ones were called Qingyuan Peak. The waterfall was like a scattered water mist, revealing the high oblique angles of the palace.

"I'll choose one?" He asked tentatively, and when he saw the old Taoist nodding, he frowned and thought. Looking from this scroll alone, the fairy mist of Qingyuan Peak was floating and the scenery was pleasant. It was a good place to go, but the Tibetan Bing Peak was more than one point. The surface was bare, and only a few weeds grew tenaciously in the cracks of the rocks. There was no special place.

"Which senior guards these two peaks are in charge of the sect? How is the situation of his disciple Chang Rong's decline?" The old Taoist asked him to put his palm on the mountain he was about to go to, but he hovered his arm over the scroll and asked such a question.

The old Taoist was stunned, as if he had not expected this. He pondered for a while, and finally spoke slowly: "Originally, the new disciples did not have the right to choose a mountain, but since you came to the Zixiao Palace and saw me, it was naturally different from others. The person who was stationed in Qingyuan Peak was my nephew, and his cultivation was at the peak of the realm of divine transformation. He could break the shackles of the laws of heaven and earth with just one kick and achieve the realm of the souls that can travel to the nine heavens and ten earths. Although this kind of breakthrough is not easy, there are many people who die in the breakthrough."

"What about the Tibetan Bing Peak?" Chen Hao frowned and asked. Although the cultivation of this peak master is important, what is more important is his character. Even if the peak master is like the two old masters in front of him, he has the cultivation level of the Yuanshen realm, but if he refuses to teach or does not know how to teach his disciples, then everything is nothing.

"The Lord of the Tibetan Bingfeng Peak has been out of power for a hundred years." The old Taoist sighed when he heard this and slowly gave a surprising answer.

"Where did he travel?" Chen Hao speculated.

The old Taoist shook his head, suddenly his face turned solemn, and he said in a deep voice: "The reason cannot be told to you. As long as you know that the Lord of the Tibetan Soldier Peak is currently in a strange state, you cannot control this peak. However, my Supreme Sect has rules. Unless the previous peak lord voluntarily abdicates or has already transformed, the next peak lord cannot take office. At present, this peak is controlled by a disciple of the Infant Transformation, so there are few disciples, and the scene is far less depressed than that of Qingyuan Peak."

Chen Hao fell into deep thought when he heard this. He squinted his eyes, trying to see something from the faces of the two old Taoists in front of him, but found that the other party was like a deep ancient well, and there was no slight turbulence.

After a while, he had no choice but to let out a breath of turbid air, and chuckled and gave a shocking answer: "Then I will choose this Tibetan Bing Peak!"

"Why?" the old Taoist asked in confusion, "You must know that once you choose, you cannot change it. This Zangbing Peak looks plain and simple. You have heard the disadvantages just now. I'm curious about what exactly prompted you to choose it?"

Chen Hao smiled softly, with a burning light flashing in his eyes, and with a faint confidence, he cleared his throat and talked.

"Can the elders taste swords? Some swords are full of cold light, and the light can illuminate, but they are fragile inside and break at a touch, while others are dull and dull. There are no precious gems inlaid on them, nor are there any patterns carved by the master. They look like an iron embryo, but they can cut off the armor and help others kill the enemy. From my perspective, although this Tibetan Bing Peak looks plain, since it has the word "hidden" in its name, there must be a huge world inside."

"Are you so sure?" The old Taoist's eyes were a little strange, "You must know that although the entire Supreme Sect is bound by formations, the energy of heaven and earth is stronger than that of the outside, but it is different when divided into each peak. For example, the main peak of Tianyun can reach six times that of the outside world. Although the Black Prison Cliff is so resentful, it can reach five times that of the outside world. Otherwise, how could so many disciples in this sect come here to open a cave and try to break through the realm? Naturally, the vitality of the two peaks I gave you is also different. Among them, the top of Qingyuan Peak can reach three times that of the outside world, and the Tibetan Soldier Peak is the lowest among the peaks, less than twice. With the same talent, if there are no strange adventures, the cultivation level of the disciples in the Tibetan Soldier Peak will naturally grow the slowest, which is why he has few disciples now."

The old Taoist turned his palm and held a thick list on it. Although it was mottled and old, it gave people a feeling of tenacity and indestructibility. His thin arms flipped the pages, and golden names flashed by on it. Chen Hao looked at it attentively and felt that in his sense, each name was transformed by a wisp of spirit of a disciple.

Suddenly, the old Taoist's arm paused, and the book stayed about one-third from the last page. There were three big characters written on the top of the page - Zangbing Peak. Below is a sparse name. The last square was annotated, "A total of 18,000 disciples have been passed down in the past dynasties, and now there are 112 people who are in the family."

There were only 112 people on a mountain? Chen Hao was surprised. He just saw that there were as many as seven or eight hundred disciples under the other peaks, and even thousands of them. The list was recorded in densely packed, like fireflies in crystal bottles, almost overflowing.

"You have also seen the miserable appearance of this peak. Do you still have to choose it now?" The old Taoist raised his head and asked, with shadows of golden names reflected in his eyes, which looked a little strange.

Chen Hao was speechless, and his persistence became a little shaken because of this. When his eyes were drooping and about to make a new decision, he suddenly glanced at the corner of his Taoist's mouth with a faint joking smile. His figure couldn't help but suddenly trembled, and he woke up from his daze.

His eyes were as clear as water, and he replied unwaveringly: "I still insist on choosing this Tibetan Bing Peak, even if I sang a bleak song in the end."

"Are you going to stand your own opinion?" The old man said aloud, and a clear stream appeared on the beautiful scroll of the beautiful picture. The lush Qingyuan Peak disappeared. When he rubbed his fingers, there was a large pen with a brush. The ink on the tip of the pen was full and full. He said in a deep voice: "Boy, report your name, don't make it up in a false way. What I want is the real name recognized by the laws of heaven and earth. If it weren't for the more energy you were spending, your name wouldn't appear on this list."

"Chen Hao..." He sighed. He was not afraid that the name would feel strange and abrupt in others' ears. He was afraid that he, who came from another world, would not be assimilated by this world, and would be integrated into this dense network of laws of the world, so that he could be seen.

Fortunately, although his heart was pounding, the big pen fell without causing any other abnormality. A golden name was added under the pages of the Tibetan Bingfeng Peak. He felt that there was a mysterious force in the dark that it was lightning-thunderous to cover him, trying to pull out a trace of his soul and seal it into it.

Chen Hao was shocked and anxious. While his true energy was overturned on his body, he suppressed the erosion of this force while his thoughts were turning and he thought about a solution to his countermeasures. He glanced at the list, and his own name became looming due to this resistance and could disappear at any time.
Chapter completed!