Beyond Deep Space

It completely suppressed its aura, and became more and more ordinary. Hiding in the bracelet made of battleships, it was somewhat afraid, fearing that some old bastard would set up a trap.

Now, it speaks directly in Wang Xuan's heart.

Such a large ashram is relatively clean.

In Wang Xuan's perception, the True Sage Daoist Hall hangs high above the world, with countless disciples, clouds of masters, and forests of strong ones, so it must be extremely prosperous, but this place is a little deserted.

But if you look carefully, there are actually not very few transcendents in the mountains, but they lack the grand scene that should be, and they don't have such a strong aura.

According to a few legends in the present world, this kind of place is often a phenomenon that pierces the heavens and the earth, such as chaos surrounded by thunder, shadowing the dojo, regular birds flying across the sky, patrolling the mountain gate, etc.

"There are actually not too few people, but there is a sense of bleakness, giving people the illusion that it has been deserted for a long time."

In this kind of place, it is naturally impossible for Wang Xuan to speak, but to communicate with the strange thing on the phone in his heart.

"You want to say that this place is a bit run down, not grand enough, it doesn't look like the highest place in the sky, right?"

"Yes, that's what it means." Wang Xuan nodded.

In the mountain gate, someone had discovered him long ago.

Although the distance is still far away, and he uses the spiritual eye to observe carefully, but this kind of place is unfathomable, as long as there are outsiders prying and approaching, they can be noticed.

Someone came out and stood outside the mountain gate, staring at him from a distance.

"This is...!" Finally, the mobile phone sensed something strange, quite surprised, and knew why there was such a sense of familiarity, and it recognized where it was.

"Who is here?" Someone asked in front of the mountain gate, walking out slowly, driving the chaotic mist in the dojo, which was really different from the outside.

Wang Xuan shrunk his ground into an inch, approached a little, cupped his fists and said: "A place outside the world, Sun Wukong, the descendant of Huaguo Mountain, is on his way to the precious land, and he is here to pay homage to the mountain."

The young man frowned, because he was very unfamiliar with Huaguo Mountain, and after thinking about it, he couldn't remember which ashram it was.

Wang Xuan had to explain by himself: "Huaguoshan, a new saint was born in this era, and the dojo that hides from the world may not have been heard of."

It can only be said that Huaguo Mountain is not famous enough, at least the people in this dojo seem to have never heard of it.

"Jiu Yang!" The young man nodded his conscience.

Soon, he told him very calmly that the Chongxiao Palace was resting and recuperating, avoiding disasters, staying out of the world, staying in a semi-hidden state, and not receiving visitors.

"Hiss!" Even though the mobile phone strange thing is usually as stable as an old dog, it restrains itself now, but it still secretly sucks a mouthful of extraordinary factors.

"It really is this place, it's still there!" It sighed, as if caught in a long memory, with some emotional turmoil.

"Riddler, tell me quickly, what's the situation?" Wang Xuan urged in his heart, knowing where it is is the only way to better respond and communicate.

Even he, an outsider, felt that something was wrong with this place, it didn't look like a normal True Saint Ashram, it should have a tortuous past and stories.

"Chongxiao Temple was destroyed a long time ago," said the strange thing on the phone.

Just this sentence made Wang Xuan startled. This is a ruin, not the place where the true saint lives?

"No wonder it's so quiet and desolate. The name Chongxiaodian seems a bit aloof and cold." Wang Xuan said in his heart.

The strange thing on the mobile phone said: "You have never seen the grand occasion in the past. The era when the Chongxiao Palace reigned in the Transcendent Universe. Thousands of races came to court. The momentum is too grand. It is obviously outside the world, but the popularity still breaks through the sky."

"How long ago was this?" Wang Xuan asked.

"This is a relatively ancient orthodoxy. It has been extinguished for the sixth century. It is not easy to expect it to reappear in this life. Could it be that there is a new sage, or is it that someone has resurrected the soul and wants to recover?"

After Wang Xuan heard about it, he was quite shocked. It was the sixth period again. He was more sensitive to this number, but this time it was after the extinguishment.

It is natural for them to talk in their hearts in an instant.

Outside, a young man stood on the high ground in front of the mountain gate, looked over and said, "Please go back!"

He was unsmiling, with a serious expression on his face.

Wang Xuan said: "Senior brother, I have traveled around the world and found this place by accident. I never thought that it is the Chongxiao Palace, which is astonishing in the past. I have admired it for many years, and I really want to worship the mountain."

He was low-key, sincere, and humble, and it was impossible to leave like this.

"The decline of the mountain gate is just in recovery, and it was not when my teacher was born. Please go back." The young man said coldly.

But in the depths of his eyes, there is a kind of self-confidence, and there is a flame beating. Obviously, the disciples of this sect are also looking forward to the day when Taoism will reappear in the world.

"Hey, could it be possible that the Chongxiao Temple can really return, and want to raise it high again, who is the true saint in this life?" The strange thing on the phone was surprised.

It stared at the dojo carefully, and said: "Although it occupies a large area, this place is only a part of the Chongxiao Temple back then, and some Taoist mountains were intercepted."

"You seem to attach great importance to Chongxiao Palace?" Wang Xuan asked in his heart.

The mobile phone wonder said: "It's not just me, other true saints, super prohibited items, if they know about them, they will definitely be moved. The main reason is that the Lord of the Chongxiao Temple was too powerful back then."

Six centuries have passed since this dojo was even destroyed, and its active age is naturally longer. It has shaken one great era after another, and entered one piece after another of new extraordinary central universes.

The strange thing on the phone said: "Didn't you ask, and no one would tear up the must-kill list? In fact, the Lord of Chongxiao Palace had this idea back then, and he did the same."

Wang Xuan was surprised, did such a person really exist?

The master of the Chongxiao Temple back then, this true saint was on the must-kill list.

Then this fierce man fought and killed all the way, tearing apart the extraordinary universe with his sword energy, and grabbed the must-kill list. He not only crossed out his name, but also swung the sword in his hand with all his strength, smashing the list with difficulty !

"However, it's a pity that the list was restored in the end. He survived that era safely, but in the next era, he was on the list again. This time he searched everywhere, but couldn't find the must-kill list. In the end, his blood splashed across the stars. Dead, the dojo is torn apart."

Wang Xuan marveled secretly. Although it was only a few simple words, one can imagine how magnificent and exciting the great era in the past was.The true sage roars, fighting all enemies with the sword in his hand. In the world of great battles, there will be the most passionate confrontation. Perhaps even super-transformed prohibited items will be shot. It is naturally not easy for those who can make a name in such a big environment. Absolutely Belongs to fierce people.

"This Chongxiao Temple is stronger than I imagined." Wang Xuan said in his heart.

The strange thing on the phone said: "Naturally, the owner of this dojo is known as the Old Sage, the first sword in the universe of the Transcendence Center. Even if the Old Sage is resurrected with a sword, you have to fight to know which one is weaker and which one is stronger."

"The revival of this place is no small matter. It used to be a place where thousands of people pay tribute, so it should be taken seriously." The mobile phone strange thing reminded, it is also very strange, how can a fire be ignited in a place of ashes, and it looks like A new saint appeared.

After Wang Xuan figured out what this place was, he finished communicating with the strange thing on his phone and looked towards the mountain gate on the high ground ahead.

Here, he couldn't be belligerent, not because he was afraid, but because he suspected that Fairy Sword was here, so his posture was not high, he was quite humble, and he didn't leave.

The young man said: "We are sword cultivators. If you insist on worshiping the mountain gate, you must entertain us with our etiquette and make friends with the sword!"

At this moment, three more men and women walked out of the mountain gate, with the same serious faces and no smiles, like the divine sword that has been sacrificed all year round, with a restrained edge.

Wang Xuan frowned, he deliberately put away the "unruly" that Sun Wukong should have, more like a banishing fairy, but it turned out to be better than a sword?He doesn't want to do that.

At this moment, a Taoist boy hurried over and handed over a note to the four young men and women at the mountain gate. It contained the background of Monkey King and the condition of Huaguo Mountain.

Although this dojo is half-hidden, it is not completely isolated from the world. There are people who walk in the world and understand the dynamics of the world. This is the news for the four people from the door, which is of course very brief.

"The grandson of Huaguoshan?" A woman said, quite surprised, the grandson of the real saint?This kind of person should be very powerful.

Wang Xuan had no expression on his face. If things go on like this, he really will not be able to claim the name of his grandson. This is not the identity and status he wants.

"Please call me Sun Wukong directly." He said calmly, paying attention to the expressions of several people.

However, from the beginning to the end, several people were very serious and indifferent, and there was no change in their faces. Is this the primordial memory of people who have never searched the mother universe?So, don't care about the name.

"I have respect and admiration for Chongxiao Palace. It's really not for the sword competition. In fact, I followed the guidance of a true saint and traveled all the way. I came here by accident." Wang Xuan said.

He didn't know if Jiang Qingyao, the sword fairy, was living here, but he must not offend them now. If Chongxiao Temple became the new teacher of Sword Fairy, it would be a family, so he was always polite.

He continued: "That supreme existence looked into the deep space and saw a corner of the trajectory of fate, thinking that I should come here, maybe I will meet fellow travelers on the extraordinary road in this life, and there are very important people here. "

No matter how you understand Wang Xuan's words, it's okay to talk about old people, or say these people in front of you, they are all showing favor to Chongxiao Palace.

"How many times have you broken the limit?" On the opposite side, the female sword cultivator said, she was dressed in green, although she was quite beautiful, she was too cold, like a magic sword frozen in a snowstorm.

"Three times." Wang Xuan said truthfully.Although his real combat power is definitely much stronger than three times, but for him, he is indeed still a step away from breaking the limit four times.

"Let's go." The four young men and women spoke almost at the same time.

Wang Xuan was stunned, what's going on?This is to see off the guests directly, and several people are expressionless.

"Senior brothers and sisters, I really don't have any other thoughts about the Holy Land of the First Sword Dao. After discovering it by accident, I worship the mountain with a sincere heart..." Wang Xuan said nicely.

He felt that these sword cultivators were isolated from the world, a little too inhumane and unhuman.

"You come from Huaguo Mountain. You are a holy grandson. You are one of the most recent bloodlines of the true saints, but you have only broken the limit three times. Walking in the world like this is really... I advise you to return to the mountain gate and practice hard. Otherwise, Your family’s true saint’s face will also be tarnished.”

Jianxiu was so straightforward, telling him the reason in a blunt manner.

Wang Xuan is speechless, does this mean that he is ignorant and a third generation ancestor?As the grandson of the supreme being, he only broke the limit three times?Some look down on him.

This was the first time that someone underestimated him so much that even his breaking the limit three times was considered insufficient, and it was for his consideration that he was advised to go back to practice hard and not to embarrass his elders.

Of course, the four of them were not belittling all the three-time limit breakers, but simply felt that his status and his status were too unbearable.

"To be honest, everyone, my family's true sage saw part of the trajectory of fate, and pointed me to come here to find someone. Do you have a disciple named Jiang Qingyao here?"

Wang Xuan didn't hide it anymore, and asked directly.

However, this did not have the desired effect, and it disgusted several people.

"How about you? Open your mouth and shut up, you are the true saint of your family. Walking in the world in his name, this is not good!"

"I advise you, forget about your identity immediately after you go back, and work hard to improve yourself. Your behavior really lowers the style of the true saint's descendants. Let's go!" The glamorous woman in Tsing Yi waved her away people.

"I...!" Wang Xuan couldn't get angry even if he wanted to, and couldn't exert his strength. He was really speechless to be educated as the third generation ancestor.

"Okay, everyone, wait a moment, let me break the limit, right here!" He stepped aside, if a person is not self-reliant, he will be despised, so he just broke the limit four times on the spot.

Chapter 886: A New Chapter

It was the first time Wang Xuan had this kind of encounter, and he couldn't refute it. He could only do it by taking action.

The most important thing is that the woman in green, the man in black and others are very indifferent, with a serious look, but they are really good for him, so that he should not be the third generation ancestor.

Wang Xuan didn't block the road outside the mountain gate, walked to a pool, stood on a big bluestone, took a deep breath, and began to meditate.

"The descendants of the true sage must have a good appearance. You can't act in a high-profile manner under the name of your ancestors and blatantly go around. What you represent is not entirely yourself, it is also related to the dojo behind you. If you have no style, every move, Let the supreme beings of your family lose their face, you are ashamed like this."

Those four young men and women were stern, and Jianxiu's coldness, determination, and straightforwardness all showed some, and directly educated him.

"Have you ever asked me how many years I have practiced in total?" Wang Xuan sighed.

However, the four of them glanced at him, and stopped talking. They ignored him as if they had said nothing more than they said.

Even, two people turned around and wanted to go back to the mountain gate.

This is completely indifferent, like talking but not talking, never asking, no matter how confident you are, and not giving a chance to show it, a few people are so cold and stable.

"Hiss!" Wang Xuan sucked in a mouthful of the extraordinary factors, stopped talking, and quickly calmed down, ready to break the limit!

He could see it, don't talk so much with the sword repairer, just put it into action, break the limit, compete with swords, be stronger than them, stronger than anything else.

These people's minds are not bad, but they are isolated from the world of mortals and seem a little unhuman.

Wang Xuan has been cultivating hard in Yihai for 15 years, and his practice has been steadily improved, and he is very close to breaking the limit. Earlier, he was just pursuing a natural success.

His accumulation of heritage is deep enough, facing the ancient dojo in front of him, he has an indescribable feeling, as if he is facing a broken giant sword, a super forbidden item!

It has a unparalleled sharpness, as well as a grand and heavy dao rhyme, which stimulates Wang Xuan's dao and potential.

Therefore, he has a feeling and wants to take advantage of the trend to break the limit here.

For a moment, the pores of Wang Xuan's whole body were dilated, and the primordial spirit was shining, and the whole body was full of vitality. The texture of the imperial path started from the parietal bone, spread and intertwined outward.

After his eyes were infused with the Daoization runes, the moment he opened them, it was like two immortal swords flying out, making the sound of clanging swords.

Looking at the dojo again, he felt that the whole world had changed. In the mountains, there was a big sword. Although it was broken, the cold light pierced the sky. It was stained with blood and stuck in the mountain.

Wang Xuan was moved, this ancient dojo is really not simple, most of its dao rhyme comes from such a big sword.

At this time, although he was outside the dojo, he still felt the sharpness, invincible, to cut through the boundless years, to split the sea of ​​extraordinary light, with the strongest aura that cuts off the past, present and future, what he sees, that is the rule , is the texture, is the true charm of kendo.

With a bang, a wave of sword energy rose from Wang Xuan's body, tearing through the sky, and went straight up. His body and soul resonated, and his form and spirit were like a divine sword.

As an outsider, it is naturally impossible for him to directly obtain the scriptures from this supreme dojo, but the grand sword intent and dao rhyme infected him and triggered the sword intent in his heart, making his flesh and spirit , There is an all-conquering swordsmanship that is surging and released.

He is really not weak in the field of swordsmanship. When he was in the mother universe, he practiced the Zhandao sword on the golden bamboo slips, and cultivated it into a world-shaking sword wheel, invincible.

After entering the extraordinary universe, when he and Wu Tian went to copy the backyard of Zhensheng, they accidentally found a scarecrow, and even got 4 pages of sword scriptures from there, which is mysterious and unpredictable.

Now, Wang Xuanbao looks solemn, every inch of flesh and blood has a sword light shining, and then gushes out from the pores, every move is full of sword intent, tearing Xiaohan apart.

His primordial spirit is even more resplendent, as if it has turned into a holy sword embryo, with a sense of immortality, eternity, eternity, and sharpness that shatters everything.

The woman in green and the man in black were stunned. Huo turned around and looked down from the high ground. They were all sword cultivators, and they were most sensitive to this kind of sword intent, so they were all extremely surprised.

Even the two people who turned around and walked towards the mountain gate stopped abruptly, turned around quickly, and looked at the slender figure standing by the pool.

"Standing in the realm of true immortals, such an invincible sword intent is really rare!" one person sighed.

"He's also a swordsman? This kind of true swordsmanship, let alone a true immortal, is impressive even among heaven-level extraordinary people." Another person said.

Around Wang Xuan, a storm of extraordinary factors formed, and he began to swallow the super matter in all directions, and then resonated with his sword intent.