Invincibility starts from strengthening everything

No matter how clean the environment is, there will always be dust and impurities in the air.

Generally, the influence of these impurities cannot be noticed, and people's requirements for cleanliness are not very strict.

Until they found a real pure land.

It was like standing on an absolutely flat surface suddenly, and the comfort from the soul rose spontaneously.

This is a truly pure land, boundless as far as the eye can see.

All the cultivators were intoxicated by the shock and comfort brought by the purity, and for a moment they forgot their purpose of coming here. Several spiritual pressure fluctuations rose beside them, and someone actually broke through.

"This...is a fairyland!"

"This is holy land."

A strange voice suddenly sounded, and the cultivators woke up suddenly, looking towards the voice.

A man in a golden robe with short hair and a peaceful and warm temperament stood not far away. No one noticed when this man appeared.

Cultivation is in the late stage of alchemy.

"saint?"

All the cultivators were puzzled, and someone asked in a tone that they thought was ridiculous.

The man in the golden robe laughed: "Don't dare to talk nonsense, how dare I pretend to be a saint, and how can I look like a saint?"

"Then... besides the saint, there are other monks here?"

The man in the golden robe looked at the cultivators meaningfully.

"certainly."

The smile of the man in the golden robe caused inexplicable uneasiness in the hearts of all the cultivators.

"Come with me."

The man in the golden robe waved his hand and walked in front without giving the Xius time to ponder.

All the cultivators followed.

The ground under their feet is smooth, and mortals are absolutely incapable of walking normally on it.

The eyes are open and unobstructed, and the cultivators can't see any buildings. Therefore, they naturally don't know where their destination is. If it is far away, why don't they fly with the light?

Asked this question, the golden-robed man's face was serious, and he said: "It's okay if it's a normal day, but today the saint summoned you and prepared a lot in advance. You must not use your supernatural powers rashly, so as not to cause changes."

What he said was so mysterious that the cultivators couldn't understand it, but they knew how powerful it was, so they stopped talking.

The scenery in front of him remained unchanged, and monotonous and pure colors filled the entire field of vision.

The man in the golden robe said, "Here we are."

When all the revisionists were puzzled, the four old men tremblingly walked out from the end of their field of vision.

One was dressed in black, leaning on a black cane, while breathing, there was a whistling sound in his throat.

One was dressed in white, with his hands behind his back, his eyes had no black eyes, and he tried his best to look like he had a strong body. Unfortunately, his stooped body betrayed the truth.

One is wearing a red dress, with an old body, but a strangely gorgeous face. The wrinkled skin on the neck is in stark contrast to the flimsy face.

One was wearing a silver armor and holding a halberd. He was tall, walking like a dragon and walking like a tiger, panting heavily.

The four old men trembled, as if they might be blown down by the wind.

The cultivators were stunned for a while, and without the golden robes reminding them, they hurriedly bowed and saluted, shouting: "Disciple of Xunxian Valley, pay homage to the Four Sages!"

Dark saints in black, saints in white clothes, saints in red clothes, saints in armor and war.

Although the image is far from the imagined image, the cultivators are very clear that what they see before them is the god of the central state.

no doubt.

The saints approached, seemed to have exhausted their strength, cuddled each other, and sat down on the spot.

The golden robe said humanely: "The image of a saint can only communicate so much, don't say or do anything meaningless, such as saluting."

The hearts of all the cultivators froze slightly, seeing the legendary gods, saluting turned out to be meaningless?

The four sages just sat there, neither talking nor looking at the crowd, panting heavily, really trying their best to relieve their fatigue.

Looking at this scene, Su Wei knew the reason, but he still sighed a little. These saints are enshrined as gods, but they are the most pitiful people in the world, and their speech is greatly restricted.

"Then now..."

Yuan Yuan said suspiciously.

"Wait, wait for the arrangement of the saint."

The golden robe is humane.

All the cultivators stood there at a loss, the image of the saint was unexpected, and the scene after the meeting was completely beyond imagination.

After waiting for an unknown amount of time, the saints helped each other to stand up.

smiling kindly.

He waved to all the cultivators.

The cultivators thought they were letting them pass, but just as they were about to leave, the familiar feeling suddenly reappeared.

The surging mana, the uncontrollable body.

Mana is like a pillar, gushing out.

It looks exactly the same as what happened near the exit of the Four Domains.

However, Su Wei, who experienced all this again, obviously felt different.

This time, it seems to be a reversal of the entire process last time.

Subsequent facts also proved Su Wei's conjecture.

When the pillars of mana concentrated in front of the four sages and turned into a colored glass, the cultivators regained control of their bodies.

No one was surprised by what happened just now, but they all stared blankly with horror on their faces.

"Where is that..."

"It's outside the exit! Outside the exit! When did I go there?"

"Thousands of fog balls in that room... we came out of the fog balls..."

The cultivators fell into confusion and panic.

The man in the golden robe looked at all the cultivators, and seemed to show a bit of nostalgia.

As the mana pillar was ticked off again, the cultivators seemed to have acquired the memories of exploring the fairy palace at that time. As they digested these memories, the cultivators fell into a deathly silence from chattering.

"Our world... is false?"

A voice of deep fear emerged from the crowd.

"Where is that building? I seem to have walked along the corridor for a long time and went to many places, but no matter what, I can't go to the end."

"I saw people, many people, it must be some kind of sect..."

"What kind of sect is so huge that just one building? In that state, my speed exceeded my limit. There, it seems to be bigger than the entire Central Realm."

The colored mana ball gradually dimmed.

The saints who studied the light sphere for a long time sighed, as if they were not very satisfied with the information in the light sphere.

"Okay, fellow Taoists, follow me."

The man in the golden robe said.

All the cultivators were confused for a while.

That's the end of it?

The man in the golden robe said, yes, it's over.

All the cultivators are in a daze, is this the face saint they have been waiting for for a long time? From the beginning to the end, the sage didn't say a word to them.

In addition, what happened to the memory learned in the mind, and what kind of secret was involved?

"Your doubts will be answered in another place later."

The man in the golden robe saw what the cultivators were thinking, and said.

All the cultivators had no choice but to leave.

Su Wei didn't move.

Because the saint pointed at him.

Seeing this, Jin Pao glanced at Su Wei in surprise, and the others were also stunned.

Why is Su Wei so special.

"Then, see you later."

Road often.

Su Wei frowned slightly, thought for a while, and still smiled: "Okay."

All the cultivators disappeared from sight, and Su Wei looked at the Four Saints.

"We want to know everything you know."

The saints spoke almost in unison.

This was the first time I heard the sage speak.

"Including what you saw and heard when you first went out!"