Feixian continent, spanning more than two thousand light years, is the center of the entire cave world.
This boundless continent is the most rich and prosperous in the center.
Whether it is the Danzi Tibetan Pavilion, or the entrance to the Dragon Lake, or the entrance of the Daoguan Cemetery, etc., it is in this domain, which is convenient for flying fairy children.
After a while, Yan Xing was shrouded in the light of Shenguang, and it fell on a huge platform with the old man.
This platform is more than nine feet high, and the whole body is made of black stones. It is like a circular altar on one side. The surface is covered with miscellaneous lines, and the inscription is shining.
"Yan Xing, Daoyuan Cemetery is one of the most important secrets of my flying fairy cave. It cannot be lost at all. Therefore, it is placed in the absolute mustard dimension of one side."
The old man stroked the white beard and looked at Yan Xing's eyes full of goodwill, like an elder who cared for the younger generation, and said with a tone, continued:
"The position of this mustard dimension is not fixed. It is attached to the context of the central large formation. It is always in a random movement.
Yan Xing heard his expression and realized the importance of the reward again. He asked: "Senior, in this case, how can we enter the Taoyuan cemetery?"
"The seniors of the predecessors, the old man Sikong, the elder of the Ministry of the Internal Affairs Division."
Si Kong laughed and waved his hand, saying humble words in his mouth, but as the elder of a Si, he was already a big man in the high level.
"Thank you elder Sikong to wake up his juniors before!"
Yan Xing was grateful. Without Sikong, he missed the opportunity to enter the Daoyuan Cemetery. Moreover, the matter of going to the Tibetan Pavilion had to be troublesome, and he was naturally polite.
"No hindrance, let's talk about the business first."
"Entering Daoguan Cemetery, not us, but you alone, that token is to lock the key to opening the cemetery. After using it once, you will be invalidated, and you can only bring one person into it."
As soon as Yan Xing moved, he reached out to get the token, and listened to Sikong. Isn't this equivalent to the key? And still one -time.
"Yan Xing, remember."
Sikong's expression became solemn, and his tone was much more serious.
"The Daoyuan Cemetery is the dense place established by Feixian Dongtian since ancient times. For hundreds of billions of years, many people of Fei Xian have been stored in the Dao source."
"The source of the Dao in it is the rare level, and the effort of countless sages has been devoted. You enter it and be grateful, and you are grateful and awesome.
"If the heroic spirit of the sages, it is the old man, and you can't keep it, remember, remember!"
Si Kong's center of gravity was long, and repeatedly emphasized that Yan Xing couldn't help remembering it.
"Elderly, rest assured, disciples understand!"
Yan Xing nodded, and his heart gradually became hot. The last time he was rare. This cemetery, no wonder it is so important.
He didn't forget that the nine young masters of the Holy Palace were for a rare level of fire, and he sacrificed thousands of urban slaves, and he did not know if the sissy was finally successful.
If you let the disciples of the body hunt the source of the road in the fog, it is definitely a life of nine deaths, and it is difficult to obtain a high -quality Tao source. Even if luck is explosive, it must not kill non -life body income. There is no one at all.
Power.
The source of Tao exists in the world and has two forms. One is a dead object, just like the flame flowers picked by the Ninth Master of the Holy Palace. This kind of Tao source will not actively attack living beings, but only relies on the power of laws carried in its essence.
The second form is a variety of powerful and strange non-living bodies. After these monsters die, there is a certain chance that they will drop the source.
The predecessors planted trees for future generations to enjoy the shade. Yan Xing can be sure that things like "Daoyuan Cemetery" are common in every major force.
The strong hunt for the source of truth and use it to train the younger generations. Only by repeating this process can a force continue to develop for a long time.
Sikong said a lot more, and after making sure that Yan Xing understood everything, he nodded with satisfaction, then made a magic spell with his hand and shot a rune beam into the altar at his feet.
"Yan Xing, go in, I wish you will get what you wish for and harvest a source of truth that suits you!"
"Thank you, Great Elder, for your kind words!"
Click! Rumble——
The gray-white token in Yan Xing's hand buzzed and trembled, and a bright stream of light suddenly escaped, pouring down, intertwined with the inscriptions on the altar.
The altar seemed to have gained a source of power and an ever-changing coordinate. It spun and clicked, bursting into a colorful brilliance that enveloped the executioner group.
When the light dissipated, Yan Xing's figure had disappeared.
"I wonder what level of Taoist source this little guy can harvest. Will it be peerless?"
As for Wushuang, Sikong didn't dare to think about it. According to records, there are only three Wushuang Principles in the entire cemetery. Hundreds of billions of years have passed, and no Feixian disciple has been recognized by them.
"I remember that this brat from Qiu Ming was in charge of this session's collection, right?"
Sikong pondered for a moment, then flicked his finger to drive a rune into the void. After waiting for a long time and frowning slightly, there was finally movement around him.
Susu!
Not far from the altar, a vigorous ancient tree suddenly began to sway its branches and leaves, and the thick trunk and bark like dragon scales began to twist and change, turning into a human face.
"Master, what are your instructions to your disciples?"
"Xian Qiu Ming, your wings are stiff, right? You actually made me wait for so long!"
Sikong had a cold face and harsh words, but his eyes remained gentle.
"Ouch! You have always wronged this disciple. I have been out for business and have just returned to the cave. As soon as I received your summons from Master, I rushed here without any hesitation. There is absolutely no sign of neglect."
Xian Qiuming stretched out two wooden arms from the tree trunk, and repeatedly raised his hands to beg for mercy, fearing that his master would be angry.
"Okay, okay, don't give me that playful smile. It's not a big deal to ask you to come. Do you know Yan Xing? Tell me about his origins."
"Uh! This..."
Xian Qiuming's expression was stagnant. He didn't know what happened during his absence, and why even his master paid attention to Yan Xing.
"What? I'm making things difficult for you!?"
Sikong frowned, realizing that what was going on here was not simple. After speaking, he pretended to be silent, waiting for Xian Qiuming's explanation.
"Ahem! I don't dare. This matter is indeed something special, but if it is you, Master, the disciples still dare not hide it!"
"It's Master Kong Lingzi!"
"Yan Xing is a genius that his old man found and made an exception to recruit him into the cave."
"What!?"
Sikong's pupils shrank slightly. It turned out that this matter concerned this lord. No wonder Xian Qiuming was so cautious. If he hadn't also belonged to Kong Lingzi's faction, he really wouldn't have the qualifications to intervene.
"Master, my disciple went out this time to investigate the origin of Yan Xing."
"If I'm not wrong, this little guy, Yan Xing, has entered the Daoyuan Cemetery, right? Haha, such a peerless evildoer should be extra cautious to avoid repeating the tragedy of the ancient times."
Xian Qiuming looked solemn. He had been traveling for more than ten days and worked hard. It seems that he has done the right thing now.
"Huh? Did you find anything?"
Hearing this, Xian Qiuming nodded, then shook his head, causing Sikong to frown for a while.
"Master, don't be impatient. Please listen to my disciple carefully."
"During this period, the disciples started investigating from the place where Yan Xing first appeared, which is the outer sect assessment area."
"Along the way, I read the memories of hundreds of thousands of wild beasts, snakes, insects, rats, and ants, as well as the scents left on many plants and trees."
"Well, Master, you also know how difficult it is to read the memories of these ignorant beasts, but fortunately, hard work pays off. Guess what?"
"Stop talking nonsense!"
"Okay, okay, after several days of searching, I located the place where Yan Xing once stayed tens of thousands of miles away from the assessment area. It turned out to be the Black Hills Mountains!"
"What? How could it be where!?"
Sikong's expression changed drastically, he took a step forward, and instantly appeared in front of Xian Qiuming, staring into his eyes.
"Are you sure?"
"Disciple is sure!"
Xian Qiuming looked serious and did not dare to fight again. He continued: "Moreover, it is also very consistent in time. It is a pity that the memories of the creatures in that area were wiped out by a force. Regarding what happened on the Black Hill Mountains,
It’s a blank slate.”
"But I investigated the surrounding area and found no trace of Yan Xing. This is certain..."
"Yan Xing suddenly appeared in the Black Hill Mountains, and then walked all the way to the assessment area from there."
Having said that, Xian Qiuming kept silent. He knew that this information was enough, and Sikong would make his own judgment on the next matter.
"Not long ago, the terrifying aura across the sky was inferred by many ancestors to be caused by the supreme gods and demons, and the center of the spread of the fluctuations was the Black Hills Mountains."
Sikong's expression changed, and after a long time, he returned to calm.
"Tell me, what is the relationship between this punishment and the supreme gods and demons?"
"Haha, maybe this Yan Xing is the son of a god and demon? With the evil qualities he has shown now, it is not impossible!"
Xian Qiuming returned to his lazy look, with a tone that was partly serious and partly teasing.
"Gods and demons..."
Sikong was silent for a moment, shook his head, and said, "Well, let's leave this kind of matter to Master Kong Lingzi. Let's just pretend we don't know anything."
"As for the punishment of hell, just do whatever you want. Just pretend that nothing happened. If a supreme god and demon wants to harm Feixian Cave, there is no need for ghosts and tricks!"
"Master Mingjian, this disciple thinks so too!"
"Hey, Master, do you think that if we use the power of the cave to please Yan Xing, can we get the friendship of a supreme god and demon?"
Xian Qiuming's face was filled with smiles. Seventy percent of his words were serious.
"roll!"
Sikong's eyes widened, his eyebrows and beard danced wildly, showing great majesty.
"Hey, don't be angry, Dele, I'll get out right now..."
Before he finished speaking, the ancient tree trembled, and Xian Qiuming's face suddenly disappeared.
'Hmph! You bastard, do you really think that there are no gods and demons guarding Feixian Cave? If all the sleeping ancestors hear it, I won't open the coffin and beat you to death, you unworthy descendant!'
There was a little fear in Si Kong's expression, and he was nonsense and scolded in his heart.