In the southern region of the Eastern Wasteland, in the eastern part of the Wei Kingdom, the land with a radius of hundreds of miles was in ruins, and the earthquake was felt within thousands of miles. If this battle had not occurred in an uninhabited place, I am afraid it would have caused serious consequences.
"Do you want to continue?"
The Peacock King flew high in the sky, with five-color divine light lingering around his body, demonic patterns flickering between his eyebrows, and strange five-color feathers appearing all over his body. If he continues to fight, he will inevitably transform into his true body and fight to the death.
He has sensed the auras of more powerful human beings in the distance, most of them the cultivators of the Shaking Light Holy Land that he hates the most.
"It's a pity that we couldn't enjoy the battle today because of the nuisance of rats."
Yan Kuan did not continue to take action, and his words made Li Daoqing's face on the other end as ugly as black coal. After Yan Kuan finished speaking, he waved his hand, and the Demon Emperor's Holy Heart sealed in the special seal flew towards the Peacock King, "
This belongs to the descendants of the Demon Emperor, take it!"
"Thank you."
The Peacock King looked deeply at Yan Kuan and didn't say much. He just cupped his hands and thanked him before quickly disappearing into a five-color red light.
"You don't have to look at me, I don't care at all about the revenge of your Light Shaking Holy Land. You hide your head and show your tail, and behave like a villain."
Yan Kuan glanced at Li Daoqing on the broken mountain peak, waved his sleeves and swept his people away, then turned into a fire rainbow and disappeared into the sky.
"puff……"
After the Peacock King and Yan Kuan left one after another, Li Daoqing could no longer suppress his blood flow and spat out a cloud of blood mist.
"Master!"
"Holy Lord!"
"Brother!"
A series of voices came here from a distance, it was the powerful men who came to support from the Holy Land of Shaking Light. One of them was covered in a halo, almost no different from Li Daoqing, who had never been broken by the Holy Light Technique.
"That's too much to bully. Where did this guy come from?"
After Li Daoqing spurted out a mouthful of reverse blood, the holy light around him gathered again, and he returned to his god-like posture, but he had already remembered Yan Kuan who had hurt him before.
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Taixuanmen, a famous sect in Wei, even competed with the Holy Land in its glory days. The 108 main peaks are the most magnificent. Standing in front of the mountain gate, more than a dozen main peaks are in sight, with flying cranes, misty spiritual halls, and mist.
Winding and very peaceful.
“It’s the mountain season of the year again!”
Ye Fan and Li Xiaoman led Yan Kuan and others outside the gate of Taixuanmen. After the two solved their misunderstanding in the past, their relationship became even more awkward. But there was also Ji Ziyue who got involved along the way.
Yan Kuan was really happy to see the two girls in his arms.
Of course, the little girl was not so happy when she saw her brother Ye Fan being surrounded and fought over by two big sisters.
There is a sea of people outside the gate of Taixuanmen. As Ye Fan said, this is the time when Taixuanmen opens its doors to accept disciples. Countless people from dozens of surrounding countries and with dreams of cultivating immortals have come here to try to become disciples.
Ye Fan and Li Xiaoman were also among these people at first, but their choices after getting started were different. Li Xiaoman was originally controlled by Crocodile Ancestor and went to the strongest Star Peak, and later hooked up with Hua Yunfei.
relationship, and Ye Fan went to Zhuofeng two years ago.
One hundred and eight main peaks represent one hundred and eight kinds of inheritance, which is the foundation of Taixuanmen's everlasting prosperity. Even though some inheritances are declining, other inheritances are rising, so they have gone through the changes of dynasties and the passage of time.
, Taixuanmen has always stood firm.
"Let's go to Zhuofeng to have a look!"
Yan Kuan spoke, and Ye Fan nodded after a slight hesitation. He had practiced at Zhuofeng for two years, so he knew a lot about it, and he roughly guessed why Yan Kuan came here.
Deep in Taixuanmen, there are countless beautiful peaks, among which the 108 main peaks are the most magnificent.
Some main peaks have bursts of fairy music, misty clouds and shimmering rays of light. Some main peaks are full of vitality, with waterfalls as long as a thousand feet, falling down like the Milky Way falling for nine days. Some main peaks have flying cranes and suspended heavenly palaces, which are extremely peaceful, such as
The pure land outside the world.
"One hundred and eight peaks are one hundred and eight kinds of inheritance. The ancient laws are engraved on the mountains. As long as the mountains are not destroyed, the inheritance will never be destroyed. Even if it is temporarily weak, there will always be a day of revival."
Yan Kuan looked at the mountains in the distance and suddenly said something like this. Everyone was thinking about it, but Ye Fan seemed to have thought of something, but shook his head again.
They walked towards a very desolate main peak. This main peak was not very majestic, but only three thousand meters tall. There were dozens of "sub-peaks" attached to it, many of which were higher than the main peak.
Clumsy Peak, the main peak in decline, is very quiet here, with almost no human beings to be seen. The main peak can be described as an ancient wolf forest, entwined with old vines, and is very desolate, as if no one has been around for a long time.
Ji Ziyue rubbed her face, and two rays of divine light shot out from her big eyes, almost turning into a tangible substance. She began to scan the main peak in front of her, "In the past, this main peak was extremely prosperous. Unfortunately, five hundred years ago, the peak of
The Lord and the supreme elders of the Yaoguang Holy Land fought against each other, and they both died, and the inheritance was almost cut off."
Ye Fan looked at this scene and said quite speechlessly: "Hey! I told you to pay attention, I, a disciple of Zhuofeng, is still around!"
Ji Ziyue looked at him with disdain, "You... I'm not looking down on you, little po boy. What kind of inheritance have you obtained from Zhuofeng?"
Zhuo Peak is very desolate and quiet. The mountain gate under the main peak is overgrown with weeds. It doesn't look like a fairy mountain at all. On an ancient tree not far away, a few crows croaked loudly and flapped their wings to fly.
The road on the mountain is barely walkable, with thorns and vegetation on both sides. This is the result of someone specially clearing the road.
There are many palaces on the main peak of 3,000 meters high, but many of them have collapsed. A stooped, trembling old man walked out of a dilapidated palace on the mountain and walked down.
"Ye Fan, you're back!"
When the old man saw Ye Fan, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. He looked at the others and nodded slowly, "Are you bringing a friend?"
Ye Fan walked up and helped the old man, "Well, Mr. Li, some of my friends want to come to Zhuofeng to stay and practice for a while. You see..."
"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, it's just a small matter."
Mr. Li, the current leader of Zhuofeng, Li Ruoyu, nodded with a smile. His dim and turbid eyes seemed to have accidentally slipped over Yan Kuan, who was holding his little girl. There was a glint of light before he returned to calmness.
"You walk slower."
Ye Fan carefully helped the old man to the deserted palace on the top of the mountain. Xiao Nannan and Xiao Tingting spontaneously went up to help, as did Ji Ziyue and Li Xiaoman. Only Yan Kuan did not take action, just walking on Zhuofeng.
It seems that he is looking for something among the mountains.
Not long after, Ye Fan appeared next to Yan Kuan again. He opened his mouth but hesitated, as if he didn't know what to say.
"Great achievements are like shortcomings, great gains are like rushes, great skill is like clumsiness. Great wisdom is like foolishness, and clumsiness is like Li Ruoyu. The future is unlimited!"
Yan Kuan sighed and called Ye Fan back to reality, "But it's a pity that the natural path of Zhuofeng is different from the immortal golden body you were born to fight on.
When the realm is advanced, you can practice both, but it is not suitable at the moment. Therefore, he did not teach you the natural way."
"Zhuofeng, the natural way. Mr. Li, has a very high level of cultivation?"
Ye Fan was a little surprised and said that he had stayed in Zhuofeng for two years. At first, he thought Li Ruoyu was a hidden master, but after two years of getting along, he gradually gave up this idea.
"His realm is very high. Naturally, the Dao is accumulated gradually, but even the cultivators themselves cannot estimate how long it takes to accumulate, let alone be impatient. Not everyone can have the opportunity to achieve true enlightenment."
Yan Kuan continued, looking at somewhere in Zhuofeng, "He still lacks an opportunity, and that opportunity is about to appear. However, I can help him again to make it appear earlier. Ye Fan, you
Went there to get something."
A purple light flew out of Yan Kuan's sleeve. After listening to his words, Ye Fan chased him without hesitation, and was eventually led to the mountainside and entered the lair of a badger beast.
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Li Ruoyu looked at the few things that Ye Fan had brought with his eyes particularly long. An ancient bow was dark, as if it had been burned by fire. There were even several wormholes on it, which looked a bit rotten, as if it would rot at any time.
It fell. Along with it, there were nine arrow feathers.
"Is this... what your brother meant? That's all, that's all, just pull it away! Besides, you've been in Zhuofeng for two years and I haven't been able to teach you anything. You can keep this!"
Li Ruoyu handed a yellowed book to Ye Fan, then took him to the nine-step ladder, took the bow from Ye Fan, touched it gently, and finally placed the ancient bow on the ancient jade stone steps.
.
The jade stones of nine colors flowed with water waves, submerging the clumsy bow, and then flames jumped, and the dark ancient bow burned.
"If I sit here, just leave."
The flames jumped, and the clumsy bow merged into the nine-step ladder and disappeared completely. Finally, everything calmed down, and Ye Fan felt a subtle change. After saying this, the old man Li Ruoyu sat cross-legged in front of the nine-step ladder,
It was as motionless as a dead tree.
"The mountains are the way, and they are all traces of the gods. Let me help you!"
In a remote corner of Zhuo Peak, Yan Kuan held the Purple Gold Pagoda with Divine Marks in his hand. Thousands of Divine Marks and Dao Patterns hidden in the mountains emerged, and then rushed towards the direction of Li Ruoyu under his control.
At the top of the Clumsy Peak, a void suddenly appeared, which was extremely peaceful. The vegetation inside flourished and then withered. Sometimes the green leaves were dripping, and sometimes they withered and became silent.
The nine-step ladder was hazy, and as it kept zooming in, a jade tower appeared on it, lying across the sky. Li Ruoyu was like a fossil, sitting there cross-legged, opposite to the nine-step ladder.
The nine-step ladder continued to enlarge, turning into nine platforms, with beautiful buildings and jade buildings above, and clouds lingering in the hazy sky. Li Ruoyu rose slowly, and was pulled by a force into the ethereal palace.
On the top of the mountain, there is extreme emptiness and deep silence, as if a world is evolving, and Tao and principles are intertwined. Everything is fully displayed, full of vitality, going round and round, and moving in cycles. At first, the flowers are blooming, and the green leaves are dripping. In the end, they wither.
Wither and return to their roots.
Yan Kuan holds the Purple Gold Pagoda with Divine Marks in his hand, the flames of God lingering around his body, and the brilliance in his eyes changes from brilliant to dull, from bright to empty, as if he has also experienced an evolution from prosperity to withering.
There seem to be inexplicable trajectories emerging between heaven and earth, forming complex and profound rules and orders, and deriving mysterious lines and patterns.
Clumsy Peak, returning to its original nature, is evolving Tao and principles. The entire mountain peak is a scripture, and it requires a corresponding state of mind to capture the mysterious trajectory that passes by.
However, Yan Kuan couldn't help but cheat. Emperor Yan combined with the Divine Mark Purple Gold Pagoda. The Divine Mark Purple Gold can capture the traces of scriptures between heaven and earth and condense the divine marks to channel spirits. In a place like Taixuan Gate, it can play an extremely magical role. He
Emperor Yan further traced the past of time and space and saw the beginning of the humble peak in the past.