The Dangerous Cultivator

I saw countless stars appearing in the air, Xu Yiteng stood up and touched the tentacles towards the star, but it was no different from touching the void. The only difference was a faint coolness coming from the tentacles.

Today's Xu Yi's knowledge of space and shuttle is not the same as before, knowing that this is the space node that he is looking for, but this space node is so small, how can a person pass through it.

Immediately afterwards, Xu Yi expanded the search area. Three hundred feet westward, a star-sized pattern full of houses was now in front of him, and his appearance resembled what he saw in the Nether Temple that day.

Xu Yi was overjoyed, knowing that he had finally found it. He immediately separated out the true soul, and by tactics, the true soul surrounded the body and gradually expanded into a light-colored box that could hold two people.

Immediately afterwards, Xu Yi took out the bounding card, fluttered into the starry pattern, and shook his figure.

Xu Yi has known that when he shuttles, it is very harmful to release his sensations. Immediately, he calms down his mind, stays still, and allows space to shuttle, time passes.

I do n’t know how long the time has passed. There was a shake around me, and the next moment, my body was shaken, my eyes were flowered, and my vision suddenly widened.

But when seeing the ancient trees, flowers, such as brocades, cold breeze, blowing from the distant mountain wind, carrying the intoxicating fragrance, Xu Yi immediately recognized, here is the Great Yue Imperial Cemetery.

At the beginning, it was from this place of the dark mountains that he penetrated into the Mid-Xuan continent.

Successfully entering through the shuttle, Xu Yi's clothes are intact, and the original embarrassment is no longer the reason. The root cause lies in the light-colored box that he previously transformed with the real soul.

This method is precisely based on his collection of books in the Wanzhang Library, which is a clumsy but practical.

Even more wonderful, it is possible to take Yan Zi to and fro, without him having to find the boundary card.

After sweeping the gold card in the sweeper's hand, Xu Yi was settled down, and the energy contained in this gold card was redefined.

Folding the boundary sign, Xu Yi turned to the south. Before long, he came to a tombstone, which was the tomb he had erected for Li Shuluo and his wife.

Xu Yi's thoughts moved lightly, countless flowers came to the gravestone, Xu Yi looked at the gravestone with a smile, suddenly, the sky was rising and the clouds were suddenly condensing.

Xu Yi couldn't help showing a bitter smile, and hurriedly took out a hidden danfu from the pockets around his waist. Suddenly, the blood was condensed, the essence was restrained, and Mo Yun who rolled up in the sky suddenly dispersed.

"What is going on, how can there be such weird weather?"

"Who knows, it's weird. This battle looks like a legendary gangster."

"A ghost pulls an egg, how can there be such a gangster? Before it gathers, it dissipates, it seems like God has put a sulking fart."

"........."

To the southeast, thousands of feet away, two complaints came.

After listening for a while, Xu Yi knew the identities of the two men, but they were the ranger officers here. It seemed that the two men also led a team of men and guarded here.

Wanting to come, it must be that he has been shuttled into the Mid-Xuan continent since then, and the Dayue royal family was also worried about the news leaking and had to guard it with soldiers.

Xu Yi flew into the air, and then flew up to 30 feet. Suddenly, there was a heavy stumbling block. Xu Yi knew that this was the prohibition of the Emperor's Mausoleum, or it was urged by a whisper. Open, then, soared into the sky, disappeared.

Now Xu Yi's cultivation is comparable to that of the original tyrannical storm, but the physical strength and bloodline are obviously not as good as those of the violent relics.

Taking the hidden Dan, suppressing the blood slightly, there was no fear of yelling and trembling.

When he was out of the tomb, Xu Yi discerned his direction a little, and flew straight to the south. He was driven by electricity, and his presence was not visible to the naked eye.

In less than half an hour, they made a thousand miles away.

For another half an hour, a vast mountain, like a capsized bucket, now roars down from the top of the mountain and merges into the river.

Xu Yi jumped in his heart: Isn't this Huiyin Mountain?

He throbbed a sudden throbbing heart, and turned to the east. After a while, he landed in front of a desolate mountain village.

It was June when the sun was burning and almost lit the first two rows of maple leaves in the village. On the terraces in the distance, countless hardworking farmers were busy planting seedlings.

A crooked cottage that seemed to be dumped at any time was inserted at the foot of the Huiyin Mountain.

Xu Yi slowly walked towards the thatched house step by step, as if stepping on the cloud, stepping on a dream.

Xu Yi squatted in front of the crooked stovetop, looking at Cangshan in the distance, the end of the village road, endless thoughts, flying in his mind.

Scenes of familiar scenes, one after another familiar figures, like cloth paintings, one after another.

After half an hour, Xu Yi rose to his feet and moved to the nearest market town, where he received a large number of incense and fireworks, from rhubarb's grave, to his own ancestor's grave, to the dusty coat of arms in the barren mountains. Then he went to Furong Town again and worshiped Mubo.

After doing all this, Xu Yi felt that he had an unconscious maggot in his heart. It seemed to be untied all of a sudden, and even his keen thoughts suddenly melted a lot.

That evening, Xu Yi returned to Shenjing and returned to Futu Mountain.

He easily broke through the ban on Futu Mountain and directly boarded his former Dongfu's Qingping. The Dongfu was banned, and Qingping was quiet, but there was no trace of Rui Ya, and there was no Yan Zifang.

In terms of Xu Yi's return to Dayue, the best way to find Yan Zi is to go straight to Dayue Palace and look for the imperial mystery.

However, he had promised Huang Xuanji, and when possible, he took Huang Xuanji out of this world.

Where do I know that the news he received from the violent place is that there is a different time flow between the Middle and Xuan continents and this world.

He is now worthy of a foothold in the Holy Land of the Northern Territory, and he is not ready for the shuttle at all. The reason he came here in a hurry is still too worried about Yan Zi.

Therefore, he was embarrassed to see Huang Xuanji.

When I returned to the cave house in Futu Mountain, I was thinking that Ruiya might still live here, and I was looking forward to the fact that Huang Xuanji had completed his entrustment and helped him find Yanzi.

Today, Dongfu is so empty that even Ruiya disappeared.

However, Xu Yi had to leave Futu Mountain and return to Shenjing.

Walking on the streets of Shenjing, he suddenly found a lot of problems. The still lively market, but there were too many foreign accents.

Passing Zhongtian Street, I even discovered the spectacle. Shenjing Zhongji is famous for being too vague, and it has been changed into a large-scale Buddhist temple.

A nearly ten-foot golden Buddha stands in the hall of worship, and countless guizhou worships, the incense is full of flourishes.

As he walked away more and more strangely, Xu Yi faintly discovered the key to the problem, immediately no longer delayed, climbed a rail train and headed for the city.

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In the courtyard of Xuan Chang, a middle-aged man with a pair of twins and whites was teasing the baby in his arms. In the courtyard, two children of three or four sizes chased a yellow ball of wool and ran wild all over the world.

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