Tian Yuan

As the ancestor drove forward, everyone in the Holy Land was trembling all over. They were so flattered that they did not dare to sit down.

There was silence and an eerie atmosphere.

Only the two people sitting in the front hall didn't care too much. They were still sipping their drinks and letting time flow through their fingers.

"what happened to you?"

Chen Qingyuan saw the sadness in Peach Blossom Fairy's brows and whispered.

"The years are merciless and the sea has changed."

After taking a sip of wine, Peach Blossom Fairy lowered her eyes and sighed.

At a glance, three million years later, all the old friends and enemies were buried in the sand of history.

It was nothing at first, but suddenly I heard that Xuanling Holy Land was about to arrive, and a string deep in my heart was plucked, which brought out many memories.

Maybe, this is the only Xuanling Holy Land in the world, and it has something to do with me!

Just like this, the Holy Land has an extra layer of filters for Peach Blossom Fairy.

"The journey is long, but never forget your original intention."

Chen Qingyuan could understand. He turned his head and looked to one side, looking through the window and all the way to the horizon, as if he saw an old friend who walked with him in the past, his figure blurred and drifting away in the wind.

"One glance at the glorious scenery of the Ji Dao is enough for this life."

After a while, the sentimentality on Peach Blossom Fairy's face dissipated and she smiled slightly.

The two stopped chatting and the room was quiet.

One day, two days, three days...

On the fifth day, the chariot stopped.

Arrive at the destination, Xuanling Holy Land!

Looking around, the mountains and rivers are beautiful, the smoke is hazy, and it is a fairyland.

There are tens of thousands of palaces, some are located on the top of the mountain, and some are floating in the sea of ​​clouds.

Hundreds of flowers bloom, charming eyes.

Directly in front is a giant white jade gate, one hundred feet high, like a mountain, majestic and majestic.

Mysterious patterns are carved everywhere, sometimes divine light spurts out, and sometimes spiritual beasts roar.

The top holy land in Cangyuzhou is very majestic. The palaces and treasures of the human world are in no way qualified to be compared. They are as different as clouds and mud.

"Boom, boom!"

The chariots arrive and the drums sound.

Regarding the incident at Longxu Sect, ancestor Yu Ran has notified the top management of Xuanling Holy Land and is preparing to receive guests.

"Two fellow Taoists, please."

Yu Ran went to the elegant room in person to invite him, with a loud voice.

"click"

The door opened.

Chen Qingyuan, dressed in green clothes, and Peach Blossom Fairy, dressed in pink robes, walked out one after another.

Looking at the glorious scene of the Holy Land, the two of them looked calm, unshocked and normal.

The ordinary elders and disciples in the Holy Land, not knowing the specific situation, looked at it from a distance, extremely curious.

What kind of distinguished guests actually let the Holy Lord and others come in person.

A certain Holy Master of the same level? Or some legendary hidden master?

The disciples were of low status and were not allowed to approach. They could only secretly guess in their hearts, and they were very excited.

The Holy Lord Xuanling is dressed in a luxurious purple brocade suit, with a majestic figure and calm dignity. Behind him are dozens of core elders, who hold great power and are not weak in strength.

"Master."

The Holy Lord first bowed his hands to Yu Ran in salute.

"Uncle."

"Ancestor."

"Uncle Grand Master."

All the elders saluted one after another, and the sound of honorifics resounded throughout the world.

Yu Ran nodded in response, with a serious look on his face.

Then, everyone turned their attention to Chen Qingyuan and Peach Blossom Fairy, observing carefully without hesitation.

Nascent Soul stage, Jindan stage.

At first glance, he knew the cultivation level of the two people, and was slightly surprised.

The ancestor sent a message before, saying that the true strength of these two people should not be judged by their cultivation. The young man named "Chen Qingyuan" has unfathomable skills in physical cultivation.

As for the person in the pink robe, why does he look familiar?

"Please come in."

This is not a place for conversation, so Yu Ran personally led the way and was polite and considerate.

In this way, surrounded and watched by a group of people, the two people went straight to a guest hall in Xuanling Holy Land.

The floor is paved with exquisite and flawless white jade, the walls are carved with lifelike patterns, the huge pillars supporting the beams are arranged neatly, and fist-sized gems are inlaid in some places.

The carved beams and painted buildings are magnificent.

Everyone sat down and the atmosphere was solemn.

Most people were looking at Chen Qingyuan, curious about where this great physical practitioner came from and why they had never heard of it before.

Only a few people observed Peach Blossom Fairy's appearance, and the more they looked at it, the more frightened they became.

The world is so big, you will always meet some similar people, there is nothing surprising about it. However, that indescribable charm cannot be explained clearly by similar words.

It cannot be ruled out that the hostile forces of Xuanling Holy Land sent people to disguise themselves in order to achieve some unknown purpose.

Peach Blossom Fairy looked calm and ignored other people's gazes.

The people who can sit here are all core figures of the Holy Land and will not be infiltrated by external forces.

"I believe that the matter of Longxu Sect is a misunderstanding. I will put the ninth-grade spiritual spring aside for now and talk about it later." The Holy Master sat on the main seat with a low voice: "You two came to Xuanling Holy Land, you must have something to rely on. , Otherwise, how dare you risk your lives? I dare to ask you two, where did you come from?”

Find out where the other person is coming from first, and mention other things later.

The ninth grade spiritual spring is very precious and rare in the world. Rao is the Xuanling Holy Land. After millions of years of accumulation, it has only accumulated a little bit and will never refine it unless absolutely necessary.

It was really not easy for the Holy Lord to suppress the temptation of the ninth-grade spiritual spring.

Don't rashly become an enemy without knowing the details of the person coming.

"China."

When he arrived at the place, Chen Qingyuan naturally no longer concealed anything and answered truthfully.

"Boom!"

Everyone's body was shaken, like a bolt from the blue.

The look on his face cannot be concealed.

Although ancestor Yu Ran had guessed it, when he actually heard the answer, he still couldn't control the restlessness in his heart. He was particularly shocked and speechless.

The core elders can consult the ancient secret book of the library. The word "Shenzhou" is deeply rooted in their hearts. How can they not know what it means.

It is rumored that more than three million years ago, a large part of China's territory split off and formed its own line, drifting in the chaotic sea of ​​​​realms, and evolved into today's Cangyu State.

Countless people yearn for China and want to see more prosperous areas.

It's a pity that the most outstanding people in millions of years never fulfilled this wish until their death, and passed away with regret.

"Shen... Shenzhou." The Holy Master's voice trembled slightly, his hands tightly grasping the armrests of the seat, trying his best to steady the emotions that were about to burst out: "Do you have any credentials, fellow Taoist?"

"Do I need to lie to you?"

Chen Qingyuan asked back.

It's good to tell you, but you also need proof, so stop dreaming.

The Holy Master and the others were silent, their lips pursed tightly, and their eyes flashed with strange light.

"Fellow Daoist Chen, since you are from China, how did you get here?"

Believe it or not, the Holy Master asked with eager eyes.

"It came unexpectedly."

Naturally, Chen Qingyuan would not tell the specific reasons.

"In recent years, the order and rules of Cang Yuzhou have become unstable. Could it be related to Shenzhou?"

Looking at the two people in front of him, the Holy Lord speculated.

"According to my estimation, Cangyu Prefecture will be connected to Shenzhou in just a few decades."

Chen Qingyuan took the matter seriously.