As the Golden Scale Demon Lord flew forward first, the remaining seven Nascent Soul Cultivators followed, but the parties were very tacitly separated by several miles and were not too close.

Xiaofeng and Mingling gathered together, their eyes full of vigilance, fearing that when other fellow Taoists in the team would suddenly start attacking, and they also rolled them in.

Although the Barbarian Realm is praised by all monks, it is not a barren land.

On the vast earth, you can see towering mountains, with towering ancient trees in the mountains, and rivers flowing through fertile fields among the mountains. There are also groups of various beasts.

At first glance, it is far more vivid than the three realms.

However, a group of Nascent Soul monks did not intend to enjoy the scenery along the way, but looked cautious.

After five or six days like this, they only walked more than ten thousand miles towards the Barbarian Realm.

Although Nascent Soul monks can travel 30,000 to 40,000 miles a day, they dare not be so swaying in the Barbarian Realm where space cracks often occur at any time and place, so they can only use all their spiritual consciousness and condense their magic power into tentacles that are difficult to see with the naked eye. The two think that they are in harmony and spread within ten miles of the body, paying attention to any movement around them.

For the sake of his own safety, the eight Nascent Soul monks escaped even at an unusual Golden Pill monk.

Just as they were exploring the barbarian domain, more than 20 shocking rainbows suddenly soared into the sky almost at the same time, quietly gathering on the Nanming Island, and then heading towards Cangguyang.

On the other side, a few days ago, there was a Buddhist temple in the belly of the western desert, with lush ancient trees.

Under the shadow of colorful trees, several monks stepped barefoot on the bluestone and walked slowly. They stopped until they arrived in front of a quaint pagoda.

"Phytuo, can Master Jueming be in the pagoda?" One of the monks with compassionate faces folded their hands together, performed a Buddhist ritual, and said softly.

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard rustling sounds from the ancient forest. A giant python with black backed circles circled down a towering ancient tree and wandered to everyone. His upper body stood up five or six feet high.

The guardian dragon named Phituo said hissing: "Uncle Master is in seclusion and comprehending the scriptures. It is at a critical moment. What do you have to report to me?"

"The golden scales have passed away, and they have gone to the realm of Yunfu." The monk Miaofa said slowly.

"It was for this matter. Uncle Master had already told me before he went into seclusion that everything would be followed by the circumstances and there was no need to do anything else." said Phituo.

"Disciple understands." The monk Miaofa responded.

At this time, a giant lion from the sky came from the clouds and turned into a bearded man when it landed on the ground. It said in a deep voice to Phituo: "Don't you take this teaching in Nanzhou? Isn't it a pity to miss this opportunity?"

"Li Shi, are you questioning the Master's decision?" The huge snake body of the serpent was rolling around, and a pair of cold eyes that looked like lanterns staring at the big man.

"I dare not, I just feel sorry." The bearded man shook his head and said.

"Let's go, don't disturb the purity of this place." After leaving this sentence, Phituo turned around the ancient tree and disappeared into the canopy.

Everyone couldn't help but sigh, and had to give up, turn around and turn into a curling blue smoke that dissipated with the wind.

In the pagoda, an old man with green face turned his hand and stood a row of rituals on his back, walked slowly to a stone chamber. He looked at an old monk with a thin figure and a miserable face and couldn't help but laugh.

Jueming opened his eyes when he heard the sound, but his eyes were as clear as a baby. He stood up and folded his hands together, bowed and said, "I have seen the Venerable, but I don't know that this trip is for the matter between the human race and the spiritual race in Nanzhou? If the Venerable does not want to, I will come forward to take this matter."

"No, as you said, everything is a law of fate." Venerable Dapeng shook his head and said.

"What is the matter with this Venerable's conduct?" Jueming said.

"In order to borrow the Nine Bird Order, the token of the Nine-Headed Bird should be in the temple." Venerable Dapeng said slowly.

After hearing what Master Dapeng said, Jueyue did not deny it, but simply nodded, then turned his hand and took out a bronze token and presented it to the front.

The token token has the ancient tadpole in the middle of the front and the word "ghost car" written on it. The back is engraved with a red-colored bird that looks like a duck and is full of nine heads.

Seeing this, Venerable Dapeng nodded with satisfaction and said with a smile: "As far as I know, the golden crow and the two orders of the Immortal Bird are in Xuanyuan Sect, and Wanlin Valley has Bifang Orders. As for the Beiming Xuan Palace, there are Kunpeng, Zhuque, and Chongming Three Orders. Now the Qingluan and Shang Fu do not know where to go. The treasure has a spirit, and I don't know when it will appear?"

"When the time comes, the treasure will appear. If you force it too much, you will accidentally fall into the devil's way." Jueming said.

"You have such a temperament, no wonder those four old guys banned you in this pagoda hundreds of years ago. They missed a great opportunity for more than a hundred years. Don't you feel sorry? Do you have any resentment in your heart?" Venerable Dapeng smiled.

"The little monk has never heard several uncles mention that you are in this world, but the Venerable knows the affairs of my White Horse Temple so much, which really makes the little monk puzzled." Jueming did not answer, but asked about other things.

But there was no turmoil in his eyes, and he was still like a mirror, so he knew that he had no intention of caring.

"I will naturally know what I want to know." Venerable Dapeng said with a smile.

After saying that, the Venerable Dapeng waved his hand and a crack about 5 or 6 feet wide appeared out of thin air in front of him. It stepped into it in one step and disappeared from the spot without a trace.

Only the old monk Jueming sighed, then turned around and sat cross-legged in front of the wall, and fell into silence like a dead tree.

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Time passed little by little, and it was another moonlight in a blink of an eye.

In the Barbarian Realm, under the guidance of Yun Xin, the Golden Scale Demon King led several other fellow Taoists to fly over an inconspicuous hill, and suddenly paused.

Then, a blue light column as thick as a bowl was shot out from the compass of the cloud heart, and it suddenly entered the sky.

The clouds in the upper layer of the sky were rippling, and with the light column as the center, it dissipated in all directions. Then, in the void, a huge shadow of mountains and rivers appeared.

The Golden Scale Demon King glanced at it, and his somewhat tired face suddenly felt a little happy.

It held the treasure in one hand and pinched the tricks in the other hand, and recited the obscure and difficult spells in its mouth. Then, it opened its five fingers and shot out a golden light from the palm of its hand, hitting the green cloud heart of the disc.

Then the cloud heart flew out of it and headed towards the phantom of the mountains and rivers. Once the two contacted, the latter became simple and solidified.
Chapter completed!