Refining Taoism and ascending to immortality

At this time, the entire Xuanling Zhenyang Flying Palace fell down, blasting the edge of the thundercloud, and the remaining force shook the clouds, causing the surrounding Qi to surge and expand in all directions, like a broken giant wheel, hanging high and dazzling.

In the main hall of the flying palace, Zhou Qing stood with his hands behind his back, and through the jade window, he saw that the rolling thundercloud outside was getting farther and farther away. The sky became brighter and brighter, and it was crystal clear, spotless, and magnificent.

The two were clearly separated, and a line of light and dark intertwined in the middle was swaying constantly, which looked thrilling and magnificent.

Retracting his gaze, he thought about the boundary pass he had just passed, that thousand-mile thundercloud, from time to time there were thunderbolts and lightning strikes, thousands of them, containing a strong breath of destruction, that is, the restrictions on the Xuanling Zhenyang Flying Palace were strong enough, so he could sit inside steadily and watch the wind and clouds.

However, after passing the boundary, they have already reached Luzhou where the small world of Biyou Palace is located. Next, they just need to rush all the way.

"I want to see who is coming."

Zhou Qing's eyes were cold. Since that small world became important, all the forces named in the contract have intentionally blocked the content that has the opportunity to participate in the development of the small world, and will never let outsiders know.

What's more, Zhenyi Sect is very far away from this small world, and it is difficult for others to find out about the internal situation of Luochuan Zhou Clan. Similarly, Luochuan Zhou Clan does not know the situation of other major forces close to the small world.

However, he has confidence in his heart. Even though he is unfamiliar, he still feels a sense of novelty!

Guangze Lake, at a glance, the water is rippling, and the birds in the sky flutter their wings and fly over, their wings are white like wheels, as if falling into a mirror. One day, a flat boat appeared on the lake, and He Sizong stood on it. He looked quite young, with a broad face and forehead, and a tall figure. He carried a flying sword on his back, and the long apricot-yellow sword tassel was half hanging down. When the wind blew, it had a sharp aura that was stimulated and swung back and forth.

He Sizong stood at the bow of the boat, and the power of Dansha surged under his feet, urging the flat boat forward, as fast as an arrow from a bow. He still stood firmly and had enough energy to watch the surrounding scene.

From time to time, the mountains were reflected in the lake, and the boat entered it, dyeing people's eyebrows green. He Sizong was enjoying the scenery while thinking about the small world that was about to open. He had a blank expression on his face, but his mood was very excited.

He was not outstanding in the clan, but because of the small world, he was valued by the family. With the family's tilted resources to cultivate him, he took one step at a time, and walked faster and more steadily, leaving behind many of his fellow clansmen who were more outstanding than him in the past.

Up to now, he is only one step away from the Nascent Soul stage. As long as he finds an opportunity in the small world this time, he can condense the Nascent Soul, soar into the sky, and completely establish his supreme position among his peers.

He Sizong, full of confidence, sat in a small boat, blowing the wind, moving forward all the way, and successfully arrived in front of the marked small world.

This is an extremely narrow and long canyon, with high mountains and steep ridges on both sides, blocking each other, and the shadows slanted down and fell on the ground, making the tall stone tablet mottled. Faintly, the pattern of the giant turtle carrying the island on the body of the stone tablet of about 20 feet seems to have experienced the immersion of time and become more profound.

The whole valley is filled with an inexplicable power, coming from the thunder sound in the dark, seemingly there and not there, a deep and simple, rushing to the face, strong to the extreme.

Sensing the mysterious aura emanating from the special stone tablet in the canyon, He Sizong subconsciously activated his own Xuan Gong. A dark star color surged out from the top of his head, like a hollow lotus, reflecting the coldness of the magic sword behind him.

"It's here."

He Sizong took a deep breath. While he was activating the Xuan Gong, he looked around and waited for someone to come.

There were more than a dozen people who discovered this small world back then, from six or seven forces. After the small world was rumored to be related to the inheritance of the former super Xuanzong Biyou Palace, anyone who was qualified to participate would definitely not miss it.

What is unknown is how many people will come? Who will come?

Just as He Sizong was thinking about it, suddenly there was a graceful fairy music, like a cluster of snow bamboo, water pouring down, it seemed to be coming with a kind of gracefulness.

The next moment, a colorful color was seen spinning down, and the fine and fragmented precious colors were flowing and swaying constantly. There were fine flying jades around, constantly colliding, and the sound was pleasant. Then, the crisp sound of the rings and pendants colliding became louder. As soon as I heard it, there was a soft jade and warm fragrance. A slender woman came with her skirt. She was wearing a palace skirt, her eyebrows and eyes were picturesque, and the Dansha aura on her head was rising, which seemed real and illusory. There were pieces of Danxia and a misty fragrance.

At first glance, it was just like a lady from a noble family going out for an outing, but He Sizong looked at the texture on the woman's palace skirt, which was surrounded by an ancient Taoist temple behind the nine clouds. The door of the Taoist temple was tightly closed, and only on the rusty copper rings, there were constantly fine and dense scriptures, which were magnificent but silent.

"People from Laojun Temple."

When He Sizong saw this, his eyes shrank, and the tassel of the long sword behind him swayed, fluttering in the wind.

Although Laojun Temple is not a Shangxuan Gate, but only a Zhongxuan Gate, it has a profound foundation and a mysterious and long-standing inheritance. It is said that the founding of the sect in the gate can directly point to the way of longevity, which is different from the ordinary Zhongxuan Gate.

Moreover, the current Laojun Temple is gaining more and more momentum and strength, and it is already the first in Zhongxuanmen. No one dares to ignore such a Laojun Temple.

The woman who came also saw He Sizong at this time. She raised her eyebrows and spoke, saying: "I am Gongye Huaifang, and I meet this senior brother."

Her voice is soft and pleasant, like a ball of cotton candy, but the tone is cold and has a sense of alienation, making it difficult for people to approach, and it is impressive at first sight.

Seeing the other party being gentle and polite, He Sizong returned the greeting and said, "I dare not, I am He Sizong of the Lanling He family."

"The Lanling He family."

Gongye Huaifang heard this and his eyes moved.

The Lanling He family is a well-known immortal cultivation family. Although it is not the top family, there are many children in this family and the population is prosperous. Moreover, the children of the family often devote themselves to the major Xuanmen. Although most of them are in the middle and lower Xuanmen, there are also in the upper Xuanmen. In addition, there are various marriages, which can definitely be called entangled.

This family is most famous for being good at business and well-informed. However, the one in front of him with a long sword on his back looks cold, which is not like the Lanling He family who are always kind and friendly.

However, the nine sons of the dragon are different. It is normal for the Lanling He family to have some different ones with so many people.

Gongye Huaifang looked quiet and aloof, but she was very good at interacting with people. She spoke slowly to He Sizong, exchanging information and trying to find out what might be helpful to her.