Above the five realms, somewhere outside the sky.

Ten flying chariots are suspended on the rolling river. The chariots are like dragons, with dragon heads and claws, but with crane wings on their backs, with wings hundreds of feet wide. They carry several hills. There are thatched huts built among the hills. There are qi-refiners in the houses, either reading them with scrolls, or looking up at the sky to eat qi, or looking down at the surging river connecting the sky, chanting poems from their hometown.

There are countless sects in the world, with many monks in the past, some inheritances withered, and some inheritances are temporarily protected, and the Qi Refining Line is a bit special. They have preserved most of the inheritance and escaped from the ancient catastrophe. In theory, they should be satisfied. However, Qi Refining Masters regard the things passed down by their ancestors as treasures, and even a broken shirt or a scroll, they will not easily abandon them. From the perspective of mortals, most Qi Refining Masters are sentimental poets who like to recite poems and essays, and are more careful to remember. They believe that the reason why Qi Refining Line can be preserved to this day is entirely because of the protection of the heroic spirits of the ancestors. Any object passed down by the ancestors is full of the hard work of the ancestors, and it is a serious crime to lose it.[]

It took more than a hundred years to fly from my hometown to the Five Realms, but I could no longer notice the existence of that person.

An Bochen was sleeping at the bottom of the abyss for more than a hundred years. After waking up, he never used Qi refining techniques to swallow the Taiyin and Sun, nor used the Yin and Yang winds. Qi refiners who were trapped outside the sky naturally could not notice it.

In a thatched hut of the ritual carriage, two people were sitting opposite each other on the desk, talking about something.

Their sitting posture is meticulous, they all kneel, long gowns and crowns, with graceful appearance and literary temperament.

"Mr. Sun, that King Dongyue has just arrived again."

The black-clothed Qi Refiner said.

"How many benefits did you give this time?" The old man called Mr. Sun was a white beard with a big belly and a blushing face.

"Magic weapons, pills, star land... He promises everything he can think of." The black-clad Qi Refiner replied.

"Does any children be moved?" Mr. Sun asked.

The black-clothed Qi Refiner hesitated and said with a wry smile: "Not yet, even if there is, I dare not show it. After leaving my hometown for a long time, I will be fine if I see the flower world outside, ten years are fine, but a hundred years have passed, and I will inevitably be moved."

With a long sigh, Mr. Sun looked through the window frame and looked at the rolling river, and his eyes flashed from time to time.

"The King of Dongyue and the Five Realms of Dynasty have both promised benefits. If you want to win over us, you will also involve us in the war. The older generation is fine, but it is hard to say that the younger children are. The King of Dongyue and the Five Realms of Dynasty have great strength. Compared with this, we are like waves in the river. As long as you are involved, you will be obliterated in a blink of an eye."

"I know. Before leaving, I have said that you can find the secret book in this trip to the five realms and do not get involved in the war. It seems that everyone has already anticipated the chaos in the central world."

"The interests are at the forefront, and people's hearts are dispersed." Mr. Sun said quietly.

The black-clothed Qi Refiner frowned and thought, and hesitated: "Or, let's avoid it for the time being?"

"This..." Mr. Sun stroked his beard for a moment: "Tong, everyone is still in seclusion, and wait until he comes out of seclusion..."

Before he finished speaking, Mr. Sun's arm trembled, turned his head suddenly, and looked somewhere in the world.

At the same moment, ten flying magic weapons and more than a hundred Qi Refiners threw down what they were doing at the same time, looking at somewhere in the world, looking excited.

......

It was already the ninth morning when Amberchen came to the temple.

The Three Snakes followed closely, looking up at the three Snakes' stone statues that were motionless and as high as the sky, they chirped and talked endlessly.

"Senior, I'm here."

He bowed to the temple, and Amberchen shouted.

A dazzling white light shook through my eyes, and then two doors appeared on the empty temple wall.

"It's really good to cultivate three snake people so quickly." Seal characters appeared on the temple gate.

An Bochen looked slightly red, and bowed his hand, feeling a little embarrassed and a little collapsed.

What is embarrassing is that the sarcasm in the tone of that "thought" is nervous that the other party obviously knows that these three snake people are not the other three snake people.

Clearing his throat, An Bochen said in a deep voice: "Senior said that as long as I become a three-way snake man, I will open the door and let me leave. This level can be considered as passing. Now the three-way snake man is here, please fulfill your promise."

After waiting for a long time, I didn't see seal characters appearing on the temple gate again, and An Bochen's heart hangs.

With a low cough, An Bochen pointed at the three snake people and said, "I know that these three paths are not the other three paths, but the younger snake people also have three paths, so it is not considered breaking their promise..."

Before An Bochen finished speaking, seal characters appeared on the temple.

"Speak less nonsense."

An Bochen thought in his heart that something was wrong, and this "thought" did not seem to be as easy to fool as the samsara custody.

However, the next moment, Amberchen turned around in surprise and saw the thick fog surrounding the island gradually clearing away, and the powerful force that isolated him from the world also disappeared.

"Crack..."

An Bochen's heart thumped, and he turned around and saw that the temple gate was open to both sides, revealing a dark and deep corridor.

"Please." The seal script emerged.

An Bochen was stunned. He never expected that things would go so smoothly. He still had a big basket of words, and the "thought" agreed to let go without saying anything.

"Why, are you reluctant to leave, or do you want to play in Guixu for a few more days?"

"Senior laughed."

An Bochen dared not hesitate anymore, for fear that the other party would regret it, so he hurried into the temple with three snake men.

When An Bochen's figure disappeared into the long corridor, the temple gate also closed.

The surging waves in the sky stopped flowing, and the three snake stone statue standing on the island slowly opened its eyes.

"Bold, why let him go!"

The vicious snake man among them looked at the temple gate coldly and shouted sternly.

Every time it spits out a word, the island shakes, and the sea water around the island also turns overturns terrifying waves.

"In my opinion, it should be the Lord of Taoism." The snake man with a dignified expression in the middle smiled faintly.

"That's right. This is what the deity means." said the thought.

Hearing this, the two snake people remained silent at the same time. After a long time, the snake people who had not spoken had a playful smile and said, "The Taoist Lord's thoughts are really intriguing."

"Is it possible that the Taoist master is bored and wants to train an opponent to play? "The True Sutra of Nanhua" and "The Taoist Jing"... The authors of these two skills are both existences that even the Taoist master praised at that time." The vicious snake man glared at him.

"How could it be? The Lord of Tao is not as boring as you think." The snake man in the middle said, "Don't worry about so much, the Lord of Taoism will understand one day. Are you going to turn around that idea?"

"Of course. I just suffered three Taoist brothers and continued to guard Guixu."
Chapter completed!