Tian Yuan

"It'll be fine, don't worry."

Changsun Fengye patted his chest and promised.

"Isn't that the cemetery of the elders of Misty Palace?"

Han Shan, who was in a depressed mood, asked.

"Elder Gu Quan used to be the elder of the inner sect of Misty Palace. Considering his seniority, I should call him Grand Master Uncle. He spent his whole life at ease, pursuing fate. Before he died, he had already arranged the affairs after his death, so that the Holy Land could not Intervene."

"So for so many years, Misty Palace has respected Elder Guquan's decision, and has not taken the initiative to explore his place of incarnation. Since Miss Liu can get the token of Elder Guquan, it is destined."

"Presumably Elder Koizumi, Izumi knows, will be very happy, and won't blame him."

Changsun Fengye said slowly.

Chen Qingyuan and Han Shan looked at each other, hesitating to speak.

In order to pick up girls, Changsun Fengye not only did not stop everyone from entering the ancient tomb, but also planned to follow them.

True filial piety!

Uncle Grand Master, for the sake of the happiness of future generations, I can only wrong you.

Besides, this is your own request, and it is also a kind of fate that Miss Liu enters your sitting place with the token.

In order not to cause unnecessary trouble, Changsun Fengye specially transmitted the matter to the senior management of Misty Palace, not to interfere.

The Misty Palace is the top force in the Human Spirit Starfield, and there are many Mahayana existences sitting in it, so they will naturally not be interested in the cemetery of the previous elder who has crossed the Nine Realms of Tribulation.

Changsun Fengye said hello, and no matter how loud the Wanxu Mountains were, Misty Palace would not make trouble.

As for other forces, this is the territory of Misty Palace, who dares to come and join in the fun?

"Crazy, you're really good!" Chen Qingyuan gave the eldest grandson Fengye a thumbs up, admiringly: "If your uncle knows that there is a junior like you, he will definitely crawl out of the coffin excitedly."

"Bullshit."

Changsun Fengye turned his head and looked out the window, not paying any attention to Chen Qingyuan's sarcastic words.

Everyone planned to rest for a few days before heading to the Wanxu Mountains.

With the company of the eldest grandson Fengye, Chen Qingyuan didn't worry about any danger at all.After all, the prohibition rules arranged by Elder Gu Quan before his death must be the means of Misty Palace, and Changsun Fengye must have a way to break it.

Taking a ten thousand step back, the group is really in danger, the eldest grandson Fengye is the holy son of Misty Palace, as long as the sound transmission is sent to Misty Palace, the problem can be solved immediately.

At the same time, Imperial State.

The territory of the Imperial State is extremely vast, and there are countless star fields under it, which are innumerable.

There are a total of nine core areas, known as the Nine Regions of the Imperial State, where countless powerful forces have taken root, occupying a place full of aura.

The nine domain names are: Shanglin, Libing, Yundou, Luozhe, Weiji, Yuzhen, Jianglie, Qiqian, and Jingxing.

It is in line with the nine-character mantra of Taoism: those who are fighting in battle, all march forward in array.

Lin Changsheng came from the Northern Wilderness, passed through countless star fields, and arrived at the Shanglin Dao Field.

The aura here is far stronger than that of the Northern Wilderness, up to ten times stronger.

Looking around, the vegetation is strong and the scenery is beautiful.

Relying on the inherited memory, Lin Changsheng is no stranger to this place, and he went straight to a mountain gate called Shangling Temple.

Shanglingguan, the top power in the Imperial State, occupies an extremely wide area, covering hundreds of thousands of miles.

A main hall is suspended in the clouds, surrounded by temples of different shapes, and there are thousands of fairy mountains floating, surrounded by clouds and mist, and the aura curls up, just like a fairyland in a painting.

The Shangling temple is rich in resources and profound, and there are as many top-quality spiritual veins as a cow's hair.Every Holy Master has the cultivation base of the peak Mahayana, and his strength is extremely terrifying.

Today, Lin Changsheng was wearing a black robe, which concealed his original aura, and cut off the causal traces with Beihuang Xuanqingzong.

He couldn't put Xuan Qingzong in danger, he had to act cautiously.

"Who is coming?"

The dozens of guards guarding the entrance of the Holy Land are all monks in the Fit state.They are all inner sect disciples, and they have to be on duty every once in a while to earn contribution points within the sect in exchange for cultivation resources.

"Changsheng Taoist."

Lin Changsheng's voice was slightly hoarse, and he announced a name.

With only one Taoist name, it is impossible for these top forces to find out the location of Xuanqingzong.If the power of the Dizhou was really so powerful, Xuan Qingzong would not have been hidden for more than a hundred thousand years.

"Which faction's fellow Taoist? Is there a greeting card?"

When a stranger comes to visit unexpectedly, the gatekeeper must of course inquire carefully.

"Qingzong, Taoist of Longevity."

Lin Changsheng added two words before the Dao name this time.

Just these two words directly shocked the Shangling Temple.

The disciple guarding the mountain gate didn't know much about it, and his face was expressionless, but the gatekeeper elder who stayed inside was not calm anymore, his face was terrified, and he hurried to come forward.

"Are you from Qingzong?"

The gatekeeper elder was wearing a luxurious dress, with a few strands of white hair, and asked loudly with a solemn expression.

"Yes." Lin Changsheng stood on the clouds with his hands behind his back, his aura was extremely strong.

"What are you doing here?"

The gatekeeper elder has sent a voice transmission to the higher-ups.

"Debt collection."

Lin Changsheng said coldly.

"Debt collection? What do you mean?" The gatekeeper froze for a moment, his face full of doubts.

"You are not qualified to talk to me, let the high-level of Shangling Temple come forward." Lin Changsheng is too lazy to talk nonsense with an elder who guards the gate. Come out, then I won't be so easy to talk about."

Then, Lin Changsheng closed his eyes and meditated.

Before the elder could speak, a gatekeeper disciple got anxious and cursed: "Dare to act presumptuously on my spiritual temple, can't you find death?"

"To shut up!"

The gatekeeper elder slapped him, sending the disciple flying for tens of meters.

"Elder, what do you mean?"

All the disciples were stunned, especially the one who was yelling.

The elder didn't have the heart to explain, his face was solemn, and there was a trace of fear deep in his eyes.

This matter is really not something he, an elder, can handle. It seemed that he was teaching his disciples a lesson, but he was actually saving his life.

But none of the Qingzong people who showed up was weak.

Offending such a top-notch power is just a disciple of the fusion period, and death is death. It is impossible for the sect to take revenge.

"Fellow Daoist of Qingzong, please come in and enjoy some tea."

Before the time of ten breaths, a voice full of majesty came from the depths of the Temple of the Spirit.

The person who speaks is the Holy Lord of the Spiritual Conception.

His name is Luo Shurong.

The Lord has appeared!

The elders and disciples guarding the gate tensed up, their faces full of shock.

More and more people noticed the situation at the entrance of the mountain, and moved after hearing the news, watching the excitement.

"No need." Lin Changsheng refused: "If Shangling Temple doesn't want to start a war with me, then hand over the money and pay back!"

"Shanglingguan has never had a debt problem with Qingzong, so how can we talk about repaying the money?"

Luo Shurong never showed his face, his voice echoed between heaven and earth.