Sovereign to Immortality

Whether it is because the people are easy to expose the traces, or the news that someone has gone to the Qiongtianxing community has been leaked, it is not so easy for a group of 12 people to want to act at the same time. Just because I was worried about being blamed by the Immortal Palace in the future, I was not willing to speak for a while.

After Qian Xuantao clarified this matter, the people finally decided to part ways and act accordingly.

The five people in the Zijing Pavilion naturally still act together. Although the goal of the five-person action is still not small, they belong to the same sect. The trust and tacit understanding between them is naturally not comparable to others.

After the people of Zijing Pavilion left, Yang Bai and Shi Dan also left in different directions.

Then Qian Xuandao and the Tongshen Taoist nodded. When they glanced over Yang Junshan, the two men each handed a clear look, and then left alone.

After talking with the martyrs, Sang Wuji asked Yang Junshan whether he would act together. After being rejected by Yang Junshan, the look was slightly disappointing, and then he left with the martyrs.

"Kid, your courage is quite big, and you dare to act alone."

Yang Junshan smiled and said: "The younger generation has at least a decade of experience outside the domain. I know how sensitive I am in this boundless starry sky, and no one can believe it except myself."

The benevolent ancestors heard the words and looked at them, and looked at him deeply. "You kid, do you see what?"

Yang Junshan smiled and shook his head: "What can the younger generation see? But I don't want to be targeted everywhere, so that the death is not clear."

When the bronze ancestors looked at Yang Junshan's gaze more and more, when Yang Junshan was preparing to leave, the ear suddenly heard the low voice of the bronze ancestors: "Be careful of the people of the Purple Pavilion!"

Yang Junshan's body was slightly stagnation, and he immediately sacrificed a canoe, and crossed a pale yellow trajectory in the void, and then disappeared into the starry sky.

Looking at the night sky where Yang Junshan and others left, the look of the princes of Tomb suddenly became somewhat cloudy. After a while, he seemed to finally make up his mind and stepped forward toward the void. After a while, Disappeared in the starry sky -

On the back of a huge star, Yang Junshan is hiding under a hill.

The hand opens a reel, and the pattern on the surface of the reel changes with the sliding of his finger until it reaches a pair of Qiong Tian Xing Jie Xing map interface, and then suddenly stops, then Jiuyi Zhenyuan with Yang Junshan The fingertips were injected into the reel, and the star image on the surface suddenly turned like a living. A three-dimensional illusion model appeared above the surface of the reel, and a Qiu Tianxing circle that had shrunk countless times appeared in front of his eyes.

Although this volume map in the hands of Yang Junshan may not be perfect, but the general description of the big star world is still available, combined with the information about the extraterrestrial that Yang Junshan has collected, it can be roughly understood that the entire starry world can be divided into Twenty-five large astral circles, and Qiong Tianxing is one of the twenty-five large stars.

The whole Qiongtianxing world looks like the canopy of a giant tree. It can be roughly divided into twelve star palaces inside the Qiongtianxingjie, and the Kunlun Star Palace is located in the lower part of the edge of this huge canopy, like a canopy. On a larger branch.

The entire interior of the Kunlun Star Palace can be divided into twelve star fields, just like the twelve branches on the larger branch, and the Xiaoqixing domain is the most inconspicuous of the twelve branches. The most remote one.

Yang Junshan’s gaze patrolled the illusion of this huge star, and soon found his current location, which should be the cold maple star in the periphery of the Qiongxing Xinggong in Qiongtianxing, the previous five days. Uninterrupted flying, has allowed Yang Junshan and other people to pass through the cold pines in the outer periphery of the Yinqiu Xinggong.

From here to the small seven stars, along the way through the Yinqiu Star Palace, Yindong Star Palace, Chaoxing Star Palace, the Flying Light Star Palace and the Kunlun Star Palace five star palaces, and at least fourteen five stars.

For three months, to be honest, time is not enough for Yang Junshan. Of course, in fact, for the other eleven monks with the same destination, it is not so plentiful.

To know that this is the long-distance star-field, the speed is not only the speed of the flying dragonfly, but more importantly, the endurance of the flying dragonfly, that is, the support of the real yuan in each body.

Just like the uninterrupted high-speed flying dragonfly that passed through the Hansong Star Field, on the fifth day, it has actually slowed down because of someone falling behind, but Yang Junshan is confident that he can insist on seven days and seven nights without problems. And after reducing the speed after seven days, it can be barely completed after three days.

That is to say, if there is no accident at all, Yang Junshan’s rush to the Little Seven Stars should be before most people, not to mention that he has a relatively more detailed star scroll in his hand, which can be planned. The most appropriate way, at this point, only the people of Zijingge can compare with it, so he is not in a hurry.

In this hidden place, Yang Junshan stayed here, in addition to planning the path to the Little Seven Stars, the biggest goal is to wait for someone here.

His eyes were slightly moving, and the gods had faintly captured some traces. Yang Junshan reached out and touched it forward. The illusion of the stars in front of him disappeared without a trace. The scroll of the star map that was spread underneath was re-taken and he was put back. In the sleeve.

"Since you have arrived, why not show up!" Yang Junshan raised his voice.

There is still a loneliness around, and no one seems to exist at all.

Yang Junshan smiled slightly, his eyes turned to the shadow of a rock not far away, saying: "The real ghost king can not avoid Yang's exploration, not to mention the ghosts of yours and the real ghosts. It’s still a little bit worse.”

There was a certain distortion in the shadow of the original empty space. A figure that was covered in the black gauze walked out and walked out, and stopped in front of Yang Junshan several dozen feet.

"Your courage is not small, actually dare to meet with the king here!" A slightly hoarse voice came from behind the black gauze.

Yang Junshan smiled and said: "It seems that you don't trust Yang. Before you appeared, you have already investigated it nearby. How, no ambush? Yang's sincerity is coming to you."

"A monk who first entered the robbery. If you really want to be the king, wouldn't you dare to kill you?" The man behind the black gauze asked again, and the threat in this tone was even worse.

Yang Junshan smiled and said: "You can't even avoid the perception of Yang by ghosts. Even if you have the cultivation of Huang Tingjing, why do you fight with Yang?"

"桀桀桀桀-"

The black gauze monk came up with a sound like a sandstone, which made his ears uncomfortable. He suddenly reached out and walked forward, and a green mangling went straight to Yang Junshan.

"Since you have guessed that this king is not a pure ghost repair, how can you be sure that this king will only have the ability to repair?"

The black-skinned monk spoke at the same time, but at the same time he had a circle of hands, and gathered a white-gray fog group. As he raised his hands, the white-gray fog suddenly exploded, instantly covering a radius of more than ten miles. Scope, that green mansions have not yet arrived in front of Yang Junshan, it has been swallowed up by the raging fog.

At the moment when the fog came, Yang Junshan had to spread the knowledge of the gods, but unexpectedly, the gods had not felt the pain of a burning pain, but it was the strange effect of the fog. .

In the eyes of Yang Junshan, the frosty whiteness appeared, and the originally obscured sight suddenly became much clearer. At least the distance of the front three feet can be clearly seen.

However, the green mans are so fast, with the opponent's magical means, once he is close to the distance of his closeness of three or five feet, I am afraid that even the time to give him no response.

Yang Junshan almost noticed the same effect of Guanghan Lingmu. The foot was a light glimpse, and the dust on the ground suddenly rose into the white ash.

A slight rustling sound like a breeze came, but only Yang Junshan could sense the sound of sand and dust being hit, and use this to judge the location of the green mang, and the green mango is no longer from him. Run in front of you.

Suddenly turned around, I did not know when it was already in the air.

"go with!"

With the idea of ​​Yang Junshan moving, the broken sky went straight into the fog of the back side of the original itself.

The sound of “砰——”, the place where the original white ash was filled, has been rendered a touch of green.

"嗡-"

A tremor came and shook the sky and returned. When he fell in the hands of Yang Junshan, he was already stained with a layer of green on his body. There was still a star-and-green green fire that jumped from the body.

Yang Junshan's brow slightly wrinkled, reaching for the handle of the stalk, and Jiuyi Zhenyuan rushed in. As he shook slightly, the green fire that was originally contaminated on the cockroach was smashed.

At this time, Yang Junshan's eyes leaped, and Huoran turned again, gently turning the broken scorpion in front of him.

The sound of "铮-" came from the fog, followed by a wave of white and gray mist, and the white ash that was shrouded in the surrounding area was blown dry. The figure of the man wearing the black gauze is close to the distance of Yang Junshan, but he is retreating involuntarily, but it is a pity that this person has black yarn, otherwise he will be able to see this person clearly. The incredible look on his face.

"You are really just a robbery monk?" The black-skinned monk finally calmed down the violent ups and downs between the chest and the abdomen, and asked quietly.

"You have not only cultivated the ghosts and supernatural powers!" Yang Junshan asked with horror.